Krizak Official
Host of FFOS6
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FFO Survivor Tournament VI: The Eternal Dream -
Round Three (With A Familiar Locale!)
Chapter 3: Searching
Dio stood on the stage, watching the repair effort in
the Event Square solemnly. The theatre had sustained much less
damage than most of the other parts of the Gold Saucer, but
there were still dozens of seats to fix or replace, not to
mention the huge dents in the concrete floor where a white
dragon had sat two days earlier.
Looking away from the
damage, Dio glanced at the huge list of repairs. Let’s
see... Massive overhaul of the Shooting Coaster, fire damage
to the Ghost Hotel, a totally new gondola, several arcade
machines... I almost wish Setzer were here. He wants the place
so badly, he can repair it... What!?
Suddenly, a dazzling white light appeared out of
nowhere, causing some nearby repairmen to dive for cover under
the very seats they were repairing. When it dissipated, two
men and two women stood there, surrounded by a dozen soldiers
in elaborate armour. The soldiers immediately scanned the
area, keeping their sabres drawn and ready.
“Not
again!!!” Dio shouted! “Security! Place them under arrest
before they can destroy my beautiful Saucer again!”
Within 20 seconds, the intruders were surrounded by 50
armed guards. The Vicer reflexively drew closer together,
determined to not let anything harm the Alpha and her
companions.
“Oh, wonderful. Another ambush,” Keir
commented bitterly. “This is what, the fourteenth reality
where we got attacked?”
“I’d say more like
seventeenth,” Saint replied, as both of them drew their swords
and prepared for battle. “But I haven’t been keeping the most
accurate count, you know...”
“Will you two put those
away?” Mishnu hissed. “Let’s try for a peaceful solution
first, shall we?”
“Hard to be peaceful with so many
guns pointed at you,” Saint commented, but he sheathed his
sword anyway. Keir did likewise. “What’s your plan then, oh
peaceful one?”
“Septerrus.”
Septerrus nodded
slightly, and then began singing. As she sang, her words began
to have a effect on the security forces. One by one, they
dropped their weapons to the ground and began to sway to the
music. Even the Vicer, who had built up an immunity to
Septerrus’ offensive songs by working with her for so long,
found themselves humming the tune.
Dio was furious.
“What are you fools doing? Capture them!” he shouted, but to
no avail; the guards were completely ignoring his orders.
“Why!? Why must you people ruin my Saucer like this? Why do
you all torture me so?” He collapsed to the floor and began
sobbing.
“Well, he’s going to be no help,” Saint
commented. “Do you think Yume was here for long?”
“Yes. I believe she started her tournament here...”
Mishnu paused, looking at the damage all around her. “We must
catch up with her soon. There is no telling how much damage
she and her contestants could cause in other realms...” She
looked around for a second. “I sense her trail over there.
Let’s go.”
A bright flash caused Dio to look up from
the ground. “Wh... where did they go? Was I just hallucinating
from too much stress? Yes, that must be it! I’m having strange
visions, and I should go to bed straight away...” Still
mumbling to himself, Dio left the Event Square, ignoring all
the dazed guards on his way out.
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Sponsors -
Noble Angelus - Leo
from Lunar: Eternal Blue BenKenobi - Strago Magus from Final Fantasy
VI Dark Vision - Celes Chere
from Final Fantasy VI Efli -
Leo Christophé from Final Fantasy VI escunid - Link from The Legend of Zelda
Huan80 - Robo from Chrono
Trigger Izlude - Nall from
Lunar and Lunar 2 JonJonB -
Gogo from Final Fantasy VI Kellios - Relm Arrowny from Final Fantasy
VI Lutz - Lutz from Phantasy
Star IV Merton Dew - Mog from
Final Fantasy VI Mintaka -
Rydia of Myst from Final Fantasy IV RadiKal_Dreamer - Terra Branford from Final
Fantasy VI Rune Walsh - Rune
Walsh from Phantasy Star IV Slipstream - Laike from Lunar: Silver
Star Terra Lockheart - Mia Ausa
from Lunar: Silver Star The
Lionheart - Lenna Tycoon from Final Fantasy V
Sidekicks -
Noble FFGnome - Palom
from Final Fantasy IV Shinji -
Schala Zeal from Chrono Trigger Terra_Break - Marle from Chrono Trigger
Fallen -
Noble F Fantasy Fan -
Cyan Garamonde from Final Fantasy VI Golden_ChuChu - Ryu from Breath of Fire 2
Simplistic Hero - Gryz from Phantasy
Star IV Wismerhill - Frog from
Chrono Trigger Zephirus -
Gaspar from Chrono Trigger
Sponsors - Rogue Bloody August - Gau from Final Fantasy VI
Boko Mog - Cecil Harvey from Final
Fantasy IV Cloud Stryfe -
Princess Zelda from The Legend of Zelda Daigohji - Setzer Gabbiani from Final Fantasy
VI Dobejhe - Ayla from Chrono
Trigger Exeter - Edge from
Final Fantasy IV KyleIII -
Locke Cole from Final Fantasy VI Kyo - Duran from Seiken Densetsu 3
Luna - Lemina Ausa from Lunar 2:
Eternal Blue Niflheim - Randi
from Secret of Mana Sylphid -
Angela from Seiken Densetsu 3
Sidekicks - Rogue Bombay - Popoie from Secret of Mana
Crystal Sword - Kyle from Lunar:
Silver Star Dark Hyperion -
Edgar Figaro from Final Fantasy VI Maniac Ranma - Hawk from Seiken Densetsu
3 neored13 - Flammie from
Seiken Densetsu 3 Renzokuken -
Maduin from Final Fantasy VI Saint7 - Riesz from Seiken Densetsu 3
Sephy - Crono from Chrono
Trigger ShadowRisae - Alys
Brangwin from Phantasy Star IV
Sponsors - Shadow Baka - Driscoll from Front Mission
Curley WEAPON - Umaro from Final
Fantasy VI Magus - Golbez from
Final Fantasy IV Thunder
Blossom - Flea from Chrono Trigger
Sidekicks - Shadow
Giga-Deth - Drogan from Final Fantasy
V Shinikaru - Arc from Arc the
Lad Soujiro Seta - Queen Zeal
from Chrono Trigger
Fallen - Shadow Anoat - Bowser from Super Mario RPG
Haze - Kain Highwind from Final
Fantasy IV Seifer Almasy -
Gilgamesh from Final Fantasy V Tenshi Kain - Slash from Chrono Trigger
VJ2k1 - Shadow from Final Fantasy
VI Vormav - Dhaos from Tales of
Phantasia
Sponsors -
Dark Darkken - Koren
from Seiken Densetsu 3 Lunatic
High - Starman from Earthbound
Sidekicks - Dark HolyKnightWayne - Culex from Super Mario
RPG Munkwunk - Zio from
Phantasy Star IV
Fallen - Dark Benjamin51786 - Chaos from Final Fantasy
Feanor - Odd-Eye from Shining Force
II Kasedo - Kefka from Final
Fantasy VI Netz Ausg - Gannon
from The Legend of Zelda TranceGredge - Boomer from Super Mario
RPG
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Round Three
Location: Balamb Garden (Final Fantasy VIII) Begin
Time: 3:00 AM MST, Wednesday Morning End Time: 1:00 AM
MST, Thursday Morning Lunar Relics: Bahamut, Diablos,
Odin, and Eden Special Rule: Double The Votes
Balamb Garden is the world’s foremost military
academy. Children can enrol from the age of 5 until the age of
15, and they can graduate at any time between the ages of 15
and 19. Alumni are placed in armies around the world. To fund
itself, Balamb Garden dispatches SeeD, an elite mercenary
organization made up of the most exceptional students.
Balamb Garden has four main floors. The first floor is
by far the largest, and consists of a large circular pathway
which circles the elevator pillar. The pathway is suspended
over a very large fountain. Hallways lead from the main
pathway in each of the eight cardinal directions. To the south
is the main gate, which isn’t very useful seeing as the Garden
is in the middle of the ocean. Clockwise from there, you’ll
find the infirmary (resident physician: Dr. Kadowaki), the
Quad (a outdoor common area for students, with a balcony
overlooking the sea), the cafeteria (the hot dogs are very
tasty, but almost impossible to obtain), the dormitory (a
large structure containing enough rooms to house the entire
school), the garage (there are several cars in here, but they
won’t be of much use), the training area (a wild jungle area
filled with real monsters, including Grats and the mighty
T-Rexaur), and the library. The second floor holds all of the
classrooms, and a door that leads to the upper balcony. The
third floor holds what was formerly Headmaster Cid’s office
and living space, but has since become the cockpit of Balamb
Garden. The basement holds the NORG Pod, which is where the
former owner of Balamb Garden, Master NORG, used to reside.
The entire campus has been peaceful since the defeat
of Ultimecia, and nearly every student enrolled in Balamb
Garden is currently present. You’ll encounter a range of
students, from junior classmen to members of SeeD, but all of
them have at least some form of combat training. Squall,
Rinoa, Quistis, Irvine, Selphie and Zell are all present, and
even Seifer, Fujin and Raijin managed to get back into Garden.
Headmaster Cid Kramer and his wife Edea can probably be found
in his former office. And just about every single one of these
people will take offence to 60-odd strangers suddenly
appearing and fighting in their halls. Be prepared for the
fight of your life.
Special Rule: Balamb Garden
is quite a large school, but it’s still rather small for the
amount of contestants this tournament has. Also, the halls are
swarming with students that aren’t going to be very happy with
you being here. You’re likely to be fighting a lot more than
you did before, which is why in this round, everybody gets
double the amount of votes they usually get in a round,
whether they are a Sponsor, Sidekick, Fallen or Spectator.
Attack Votes, Reversal Votes, and Special Votes are all
affected by this rule, and Vote Burn applies for the new
Attack Votes as well.
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The Survivor Tournament has begun! Guaranteed to
be more thrilling than Gladiator!
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12-05-2001 09:34
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Lunatic
High FFOS6: Starman
DX
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Ack......
16 vote burn.....
Not fun.....
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12-05-2001 09:37
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Lutz TEH Defiant
of Time
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Sweet Jesus, this is gonna be good!
Lutz appeared in the air, a quick flash of light and a pop
and he was there, some 2 foot above a bed. He dropped suddenly
and bounced, straight onto the floor. "Ugn.... My body
feels like..." He stated, but continued no furthur, the pain
was too much. "Res! GIRES!" He shouted, though it took all
his courage. Small, almost feeble lights surrounded him before
vanishing into his body. He rose somewhat steadily... The
pain had subsided, but his body cried out still. He looked
at his surroundings, it was rather dark. Lutz couldn't make
out much details, where ever it was it didn't appear to be
welcoming. Looking around him he could make out a door,
light was filtering through the narrow gaps in the frame.
Looking down to his right he saw a desk, and a lot of jumble
on it. And a lamp. Just as Lutz picked it up to study alarms
started ringing from outside, and a high pitched voice
shouted,
"WARNING! Intruders have broken the perimiter
of the Garden! All SeeDs report to the main lobby. All
students retire to dormitories. All students must care for the
juniors!"
The door flew open and a man appeared in the
doorway, an old man in his 50's
"Stop! Put that down!
It conta---" The blast of water that shot forth from the
intruders staff knocked the Headmaster back.
Lutz
looked at the lamp, and tried an old fairy tale... He rubbed
it. The room vanished in a puff of smoke and he landed on
a solid, metalic floor, darkness yet again surronded him.
Outside the Headmaster, soaked through, rushed into
his bedroom and grabbed the lamp... but too late.
"Ah
well, that one of them out of the way. Diablos will finish him
no doubt. Now, to sort out this....."
He headed back
out, grabbing a rifle on the way.
Actualy the double votes is a
good idea, it gives the dark and shadow characters left a
chance to thin the ranks of the nobles! But not me, please? Pretty please? hehehe... I
take it that by putting Diablos, Bahamut, Odin and Eden in
this we can use them? Cos guess who I'm going for? *Points
at sig!*
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FFOS6, I
sponser myself! Hehehe... Let battle commence...
The
long battle is over. We were able to free ourselves from
the terrible curse of yore. To the souls of those who
sacrificed their lives for Algo, sleep in peace.
From
person to person... From age to age... As long as
memories last... We will not forget the sacrifices that
have been made.
Thanks to Sepheriel for this awesome
pic!
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12-05-2001 09:49
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Curley
WEAPON FFO Survivor VI:
Umaro
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Considering how close I got to being
knocked out of the competition in Round two, I fear this may
be my last round as a sponsor(espescially with all the extra
votes). Oh well.
Aaaaanyway's, I have a question Krizak. You
said in the drafting thread that you couldn't use a deathblow
on someone you had already used an attack vote on. But in this
round, is it possible to use both deathblows on a single
sponsor?
If so, that mean's I (and any other shadow
type)could unleash FOUR attack votes on a single person! And
Dark types (with double their manipulates) could inflict Five
votes on one person!
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Nyuk nyuk nyuk
nyuk.
Sponsoring Umaro in FFOnline Survivor VI!
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12-05-2001 09:55
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Munkwunk FFOS6:
Zio
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OOC:
quote:
Massive overhaul of the Shooting Coaster, fire damage to the
Ghost Hotel...
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The last thing Zio remembered was taking the blunt edge of
a knife blade to the face. Oddly enough, he felt no pain now.
He was suddenly in yet another new locale; no moon threatened
to crush anyone.
However, he saw another threat.
Dozens upon dozens of armed soldiers -- most of them only
children and teenagers -- were running up and down the halls,
scowls upon their faces. They didn't look happy to see that
the tournament had dropped into their lap. Zio, on the other
hand, looked rather pleased.
"This should be childs
play! Oh, the destruction we can wreak! Dark Force will surely
be pleased with us now!" he cackled.
Before he had
much more time to look around, however, Zio found himself
suddenly face to barrel with shotgun. The man at the other end
did not look amused.
"Deban." Zio quickly
spoke; a bluish disc flickered in front of him for an instant
before fading. His protective spell had been cast successfully
before he was harmed.
"Who are you, and what the
hell are you doing here?!" said the man at the other
end of the shotgun.
"He shouldn't have given me time
to speak," thought Zio, almost amused. "That's the cardinal
mistake of anyone with "morals"." Zio responded with a
simple word:
"NAWAT!"
Before the teen
could take any action, startled by Zio's voice, intense
torrents of water appeared above his head and crashed down
upon him like river rapids. The man was instantly knocked
unconcious, his tan hat washing off his head and to the
ground.
With little emotion, Zio pulled back his foot
and kicked it forward like a dagger, beating the man in the
chest with his boot. Then, an evil grin on his face, Zio
nonchalantly walked away, leaving him to soak in the pool of
water that was already washing underneath his bed.
_________________________________________________ OOC:
Good luck everyone! This should prove interesting enough. I
may finally get to kick the asses of the characters I hate
most.
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Visit The Moogle
Cafe! If you don't, we'll send a rabid pack of moogles to
abduct you, anyway!
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12-05-2001 10:04
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Krizak Official
Host of FFOS6
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Actually, I modified the rules to make
the balance between characters better. So now, a Shadow CAN us
an Attack Vote and a Deathblow on the same person in a round.
However, a Shadow cannot use both Deathblows against
the same person in this round. You must use them on different
people.
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The Survivor Tournament has begun! Guaranteed to
be more thrilling than Gladiator!
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12-05-2001 10:12
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Lutz TEH Defiant
of Time
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quote:
OOC: Good luck everyone! This should prove interesting
enough. I may finally get to kick the asses of the
characters I hate most. [/B]
Hehehe... let battle commence... Just you
wait till I have the Dark Messenger on my side...
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12-05-2001 10:12
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neored13 FFOS6:
Flammie
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Flammie's vision cleared once more on a
scene of quiet jungle.
What the...?
The
last thing she'd remembered was flying up out of the stairwell
onto the roof of the clock tower, under the baleful gaze of
the moon. Then, a short flash of light... and she was here.
She stood up to stretch... And was mildly surprised to
notice the trees hardly moving in her view. She looked down at
herself and noticed she was perched on the branch of a tree.
With a shock, and more than a little trepidation, she realized
she was still the size of a house cat.
Hurr...
Easier to get around, anyway. Air ducts and such.
She spread her wings and lifted off from her perch.
"By all that is Holy, including Alexander's Mystical
Crankshaft! What is THAT?!"
She looked to where the
voice had come from. Two young men wearing dark blue uniforms
were staring at her. Paying them no heed, she began flying
straight over them.
"Look out! It's headed this way!"
One of the men suddenly pulled out what appeared to be
a large tennis racket, swinging it wildly in Flammie's
direction. She easily dodged his first swing, but neglected to
watch out for his backswing. The racket caught her on the left
wings, sending her spinning out of control and headfirst into
a wall.
"OWWRR!" Flammie fell to
the ground, little tweeting Battums flying around her head.
"Dude, you didn't need to do that. The thing's the
size of a cat. What harm could it do?"
"Tonberries are
the size of a large dog. Don't underestimate something because
of its size."
Flammie struggled to her feet, shaking
her head to clear it.
"Urrr... Should
toasst forrrr that. Biggerrr fissh to frrrry."
She winged away, leaving the two SeeD cadets staring
after her. "Did you hear that? "It talked!" "What in Eden's
great green emitter lens is going on here?" "Dude. Stop with
the overly dramatic exclamations."
Flying out of the
Training Center, she entered the main rotunda of the Garden.
Lofting higher to get her bearings, she took in the carious
students hurrying about in response to the calls over the
intercom. Apparently, the arrival of the tournament here had
caused another uproar. Seemed unavoidable.
Swooping
downward, she hovered in front of the Directory. Infirmary...
Quad... Library... Cafeteria. A rumblling in her stomach told
her she hadn't eaten since the tourney began. She flew off to
the northwest, hoping to snag some fish or something.
OOC: I should know the layout of this
building by now. I spent about three hours running in circles
inside it. "Squall! Go to the Infirmary! Dr. Kadowaki wants
you! Squall! Go to the Quad! Rinoa fell off a cliff! Squall!
Head to the Parking Lot! Your meter just expired!"
...And OMG, I'm becoming Nall. Five bucks
says he heads for the Cafeteria as well.
Oh, just wanna clear something up. Is the
Garden mobile or immobile? 'Cause we might not wanna blow it
up if it's mobile. That could be bad. Especially if we're at
sea.
EDIT: And Lutz, those four GFs are there because
they would be summoned by WK Leo's Dragon crests. (Even though
I don't know what he'll be able to do in Dragonmaster form) I
doubt that means you can use them. But, we've got people
wandering around with Materia, why not go for a Junction or
two?
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12-05-2001 10:41
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Munkwunk FFOS6:
Zio
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quote:
Oh, just wanna clear something up. Is the Garden mobile or
immobile? 'Cause we might not wanna blow it up if it's
mobile. That could be bad. Especially if we're at sea.
Methinks it's immobile and at sea, so
none of us can fly away into the world. (There's always been
some way to stop all of us from leaving the arena in the
past.)
However, *cackles*, don't you just LOVE it when
you give a Dark character a good idea?
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12-05-2001 10:53
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Lutz TEH Defiant
of Time
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Lutz stood up, though
gingerly. His sides and his legs were still hurting him.
That last round in the moon village had been a rough ride.
The Blackhole spell had left him weakened, Koran had hit him
hard and that was just the beginning. He’d still survived.
I dread to think what would have happened to those who
never made it He thought. And what of this place? What
is here apart from a void above a metal floor?
As
if something was reading his thoughts a voice boomed out,
resonating as though shouted in a giant bell. “Who
dares disturb my slumber?”
And with that a huge
demon like creature materialised before the startled mage.
Fully 12 foot tall, with a wing spin of even more, the demon
hovered before him, gazing down through the most vicious pair
of eyes Lutz had seen in a long time. Even Dark Forces
weren’t that bad, they were devoid of emotion. But these…
these transcribed pure angry and fury. They were truly
terrifying.
”What many of beast are you?” asked Lutz,
only slight perturbed by the monstrosity before him.
”Beast!? I!? Hehehe, you mere mortal. I am a
guardian, no mere beast. A guardian by the name of
Diablos” growled he voice from behind the sharp teeth of
the demon
“A guardian? A guardian of what? For I too
am a guardian, a guardian of peace”
“Hmph… your
petty concerns for peace do not concern me. I am a guardian of
something far more elemental than that. I am the guardian of
gravity, and I am annoyed. Nobody wakes my slumber without
paying for it!” And with that Diablos lunged his hand
forward, a ball of darkness hurtled towards Lutz.
Lutz
tried to get out of the way, but he was too slow. The ball
enveloped him and twisted him, turning him around, crushing
his body, then suddenly expanding it. The ball vanished
and Lutz slumped to the floor, his body felt as though it had
been smashed against a cliff. Repeatedly.
”Hmph…
you can’t even stand the power of a mere Demi spell. What
would you do were I to unleash Gravjya? That would be most
humorous. I could ki---” Diablos stopped as bright orange
flames erupted below Lutz, bathing him in glow that contrasted
with the darkened surroundings. With the last of his magic
strength Lutz had cast Saner, the spell that increased
ability, allowed one to think, act, move faster. But it was at
a great price. He had no more power to summon his magic from
within.
“But what about without…” Said Lutz faintly to
himself.
”Wha?? No matter… Try this!” Diablos
raised his hand above his head, and three of the balls shot
out, aimed straight at the collapsed mage. But he suddenly
wasn’t there, he’d shifted at speed that impressed even the
demon. Lutz darted around the winged giant, muttering words
constantly, a fine powder pouring from his staff. Diablos
hurled demi after demi at him, but they all missed. Lutz was
but a blur, leaving behind a strange design in the floor.
“Wanna play? Play with these… The come from a realm
with no gravity, hurt them if you can… EFESS!” Shouted Lutz…
his wand glowed a deep blue, shining steadily brighter…
brighter and brighter…
Diablos was chuckling to
himself, ”Never before have I been attacked by a such a
pathetic creature as you…
But below him the powder
was glowing too, brighter and brighter, before suddenly
*WHOMPH!!!*
The entire place exploded in a
mass of blue light, screeching could be heard from all around.
Columns of light dashed back and forth, criss crossing each
other. Gazing around Lutz could see the edges of the place
in which he stood.
”Of course, I’m in the lamp…”
The light columns were becoming faster, more of them
too. Diablos’ futile attempts to attack them were laughable.
But he could see them for what they were. Photonic life forms.
Infinitesimally small beings travelling within the light.
“Curses! Gravity can’t hurt ones such as these hurt
them, just re-direct them! Damn you mortal! That’s why my demi
misses! Even Gravjya is useless!”
The light
columns now headed towards Diablos, burning him as they
touched the scaly skin. The balls of darkness were helping
deflect some, but the onslaught was too much.
”Alright! You win!
“Promise?” Countered
Lutz
"Damn you I’m a guardian! I keep my word!"
Satisfied Lutz clapped his hands twice. Two staccato
moments later, and the darkness had returned.
Diablos
now stood on the floor of the lamp, breathing heavily.
”Never… before… ingenious.. I grant you. What are
your three wishes?”
“Three wishes? So the legend
is true?”
“As far as you’re concerned, yes.”
“Firstly heal me. I’m exhausted from my previous
fights. And restore my magical reserves too. I’ll need them.”
Diablos swirled his hands above his head, muttering
what sounded like “Curaga” to Lutz. He missed the second word
though as, due to the effect of curaga sweeping through his
body, he wasn’t really listening.
”Two down, one to
go.”
“Can you here me out there? Said Lutz, to
which Diablos merely nodded.
“Then I save it for now.
I’ll have need for you later. I assume leaving here won’t cost
me anything?”
“No, that right is yours now that
you’ve bested me. I will listen for your wish. But be aware
that you are not the only one that may call upon my
powers.”
“Noted. Now, if you’d be so kind as to
return me?”
Lutz was suddenly back in the same room as
before, a few tendrils of smoke dissipating from around his
feet. The noise was picking up outside. Quickly
looking out of the window Lutz could see a small encased
jungle area, a good place to hide… Taking the lamp he through
it out, lest more people find it. Before the lamp touched the
ground however a huge head reared up from the trees to chomp
the lamp. The thing was huge, an ancient beast of a world long
gone.
”What manner of world is this?” He muttered to
himself as he left the room for the action outside.
EDIT 1:- vB code. Down side
of writing in Word. EDIT 2:- Added the last paragraph.
Down side of computer crashing whilst writing in Word!
Thankfully it recovered the rest of the Doc...
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12-05-2001 11:07
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Kyo Duran -
FFOS6
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..Sigh. Try again, and hope something my
ISP doesn't crash again... the burn here kills. Now, I need to
patch up the story from last night.
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Shaking his head furiously, Duran looked around in
bewilderment at the new setting came into focus. Healed cuts
and slashes were evident on his arms and legs. He had been in
battle beforehand... why? Wasn't he supposed to have met up
with Angela earlier?
Fickle memories, once held back,
now rushed in as Duran remembered the events of that fateful
night.
"Well, this is it. The Central fountain, and
I'm an hour early."
The young swordsman paced around
in impatience, and waited for Angela to come. He ended up
running through his sword techniques, enjoying the cool feel
of the night air as his blade whistled through it, nearly
silent despite it's generous size. He performed several
elegant sweeping slashes, then fell into his parrying defence
exercise, whirling the blade into a shimmering steel defense
as he moved faster and faster, despite how heavy his sword
was. Grinning to himself, he then began to run around the town
square as he switched into a bunch of dash-and-slash
manuevers,keeping his sword sheathed just in case someone
happened by. Finally ceasing the light workout, the young
swordsman looked at the moon.
"Wha? 20 minutes left?
Geez..."
He was about to relax again and pry himself
against the fountain when he heard a small, plantitave cry
issue from one of the nearby alleys. Grabbing his sword and
scabbard, Duran ran as fast as he could to the scene.
...Angela?
It wasn't her, but the situation for
the young boy in the back of the alley might have possibly
been a bit more dire, since he had no defense against 5 well
armed, zombie warriors. They looked decidedly evil, with their
faces and bodies almost rotted beyond human recognition, and
their glowing, empty eye sockets Duran glanced at the top of
Clock Tower, and noted that music had changed. Was this the
work of the Mask?
He let his metal greaves stomp on
the floor, and all of the zombie warriors turned. Duran could
see that they had impressive armor on, but it mattered little
to their decaking bodies..
"Why don't you guys take
one someone who can actually fight back? Cowards!"
The
zombies looked at one another for a moment, and then all broke
into a full dash at him, their speed matching that of a normal
humans as the reek of death came with them. Duran unsheathed
his blade, and took up a two-handed fighting stance in
preperation. Wait for it...
As soon as the
first mass of stinking flesh reached him, it lashed out with
little temerity. Duran parried the overestimated blow almost
subconsiously and slashed at it's arms on the off-stroke. The
impressive chest plate might had have withstood the blow, but
the shoulder armor did not. The arm came off then with little
resistance, thumping onto the ground with a shoulderplate next
to it. The zombie groaned in pain, as the next one came to
take it's place. Duran posistioned himself perfectly, and
completely bisected this one with a horizontal slash. It also
groaned in anguish, something that confused the young warrior.
That actually hurt the zombie? Most of them can
take any physical damage without blinking an eye... Must be
the tradeoff for having human speed.
Two came at
once this time, but one actually parried his counterstroke and
nearly landed a blow on him. However, Duran had learned his
lession from Terius; use your opponent's skill to your own
advantage. The zombie groaned in confusion as Duran stood on
its blade, helpless as he leaped off and knocked in
off-balance. Perfectly open.
"Cross Slash!"
Duran timed the momentum buildup perfectly, as he
somersaulted head first at the zombie, bringing his sword with
him as it left behind a trail of ionized energy. The
unfortunate zombie exploded. As Duran landed in front of it's
smoking remains, he noticed that the zombies had surrounded
him from all sides. They leaped as one before he could react,
dragging him down with their combined body mass and ferocity
while he desperately slashed and counterattacked. However, it
all was to no avail, as his sword was useless in such tight
quarters. He was being subdued...
As he was about to
be consumed completely, he saw the boy he was defending out of
corner of his eye. He looked like an orphan, the fake rugged
expression he whould normally have fallen pray to sheer
terror... and something else. A tear formed in the vagrant's
eye as he mumbled.. "Don't die... please... Don't let them
beat you.."
The sight of one in such torment, hoping
against hope even when defeat looked imminent, struck
something deep within the young swordsman. His eyes lost
focus, and he felt himself rising... Ascending.... He could
feel himself lift his sword up and shout something, and
everything turned white.
Duran shook his head
again. So, what happened to me? I lived... but what
happened? How was I able to defeat all of those--
His thoughts blanked out as he finally noticed that
there was something... different about himself. He felt a
little taller. A little stronger, than usual. And his armor
had completely changed...
Did I... change Class
back there?!?
His thoughts were interrupted by the
sound of sirens blaring to life. Quickly looking at his
surrounding, Duran assumed that the tournament had gone to an
expensive castle of some sort. As SeeD cadets began pouring
out of the halls, readying their weapons and magic, he
realized that they had come uninvited. He had better find
Angela quickly...
He tightened his gauntlets in
anticipation of the oncoming assualt, and chuckled to himself.
Always uninvited... Yume isn't much of a planner, is
she?
-------
Duran has reached the Knight
Class.
1 vote Umaro 1 vote Flea 1 vote Lenna
Nothing personal, just trying to burn off the excess.
---
Sponsoring Duran in FFO
Survivor 6
Is the purpose
to living finding
out what life is
for?
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12-05-2001 11:25
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Tenshi
Kain Heart of the
Sword
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"Slash shall continue on
as a Fallen." ^^ But, uh, later. Sleep is really essential
now. Oh, question- a thousand apologies, but I can't find that
many details on Fallen in the Drafting thread. They can't
actually win a tournament, either, can they? Now, before
anyone bites off my head, keep in mind- I'm a new guy. _files/biggrin.gif)
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12-05-2001 11:48
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Kellios FFOS6:
Relm Arrowny
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double
the votes? Sweet.... and lots o-vote burn!
Relm held onto
Gau tightly, and then looked up to see what was before her.
"Wow.... each place gets better than the next!" She
looked behind her to see if everyone was still there. Gladly,
they were... and all were relieved to see one
another. ****
*runs away to the dredged place called
"school"
---
Sponser Relm Arrowny in
the FFOS6 survivor!_files/walkleftrelm.gif) _files/castingrelm.gif) _files/hoorayrelm.gif)
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12-05-2001 11:48
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Munkwunk FFOS6:
Zio
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Zio treaded slowly, arrogantly, from the
room in which he had arrived. For some reason he could not
comprehend, he felt a strange sense of renewed vitality;
though he had drained all of his power with a single spell
what seemed like only minutes before, he now felt twice as
strong as ever.
Clomping steadily through the hall of
the dormitory, Zio could see dozens of children running
around, doing their best to defend their home.
"Some
of these children look like they should still be in diapers,"
he scoffed, noting a particularly young little boy wielding a
whip. "This should certainly be amusing for the day."
Just then, Zio felt a small prick at the back of his
neck. With the reflexes of a Numan, he whipped around,
throwing his foot out and upward in a roundhouse kick; he
didn't take chances. To his astonishment, his boot met only
air.
Another prick felt at his cheek. The Deban spell
he had cast only minutes before was obviously taking the brunt
of the force, but he could still feel the stinging sensation
as the whip cracked against his cheek. He peered downard,
noting the existence of a young lad who couldn't be more than
six or seven years old.
"Don't. Toy. With. Me. I'm not
one of your little play buddies," Zio snapped, but the child
seemed adamant. Peering up at Zio with a ferocity which only
one defending their home and family could hold.
"Get
out of my Garden!" screamed the kid with a high pitched
voice. "You won't get away! You won't!" Another snap of his
whip against Zio's cheek. Child's play for the defensive
spell.
Without so much as another word of
acknowledgement, Zio's eyes began to glow red. He was
obviously angered at this point, and the child would not soon
forget the lesson he would learn: do not toy with the black
magician!
"HEWN!"
Suddenly the corridor
was possed by a strong gale. Zio's cape fluttered in the wind,
his hair fluttering violently. As Zio continued to stand in
place, however, the child was lifted into the air, flung down
the hallway and into a group of several students who were
witnessing the confrontation from afar.
"FLAELI!"
Fireballs burst from his
fingertips, the massive currents of air already in the hall
causing them spread; the Fire Storm technique had successfully
been pulled off. Swirls of flame cascaded down the corridor
toward the group of children, setting their clothing ablaze.
Soon, the wind died down and the fire was out, but the
damage had been done. Turning about face, Zio continued in the
direction he was origionally heading, toward the main area
outside of the dormitories.
________________________________________________ OOC:
I'm suddenly glad I'm not Sponsoring Zio. It would be hard to
play him as evilly as I would like to without being killed by
all the Nobles out there.
I'm heading off to bed to catch about four
hours of sleep before I have to get up for work tomorrow. I
should be able to post from there, so stay tuned for more of
Zio's antics.
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12-05-2001 11:53
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Baka Evil
Bishounen Mastermind
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Holy crap, I have enough trouble spending
7 votes!
-----
With a stretch and a yawn,
Driscoll stretched - and fell out of the bed.
Bed?
He looked around, scrambling to
his feet. Now where am I? Some sort of store-room... at
least this place looks a bit more technological. Heh. Maybe I
can get some better weaponry here. Looking down at his
gun, he noticed he was down to his last ten bullets. This
ain't gonna take out a fly. And I can't count on el-lightning
glove. Guess I'm off to the armoury then. Stepping out of
the door, he cursed and swung back in. This place.. full of
military people - damn, where am I now? He looked down
again, and realised he was almost out of weaponry. Crap!
Just the glove and this stupid glove left!
Behind
him, he heard movement, and spun round. A blonde girl crawled
out from under the table.
It's too early to waste
my energy. Slipping out of the door, he turned and smashed
the keypad with his fist.
That should keep her in
there for a bit!
Then he realised he was
surrounded by soldiers, with almost no weapons, and no way
out. He clenched his fist. Oh well, here we go again...
-----
One lock-in attack vote to Celes.
Sorry, none of my votes today will be personal, I just
have way too many to use, and less time than normal to use
them. Gotta go out in a couple of hours. Poot.
---
Driscoll // FFO Survivor 6 // Front Mission //
Evil Bishounen Mastermind
// Baka // Terminal Wannabe // Otaku-in-Training
// m00 //
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12-05-2001 11:56
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Saint7 FFOS6:
Lise
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I'd just like to apologize for my lack of
participation. I've been studying for my Statistics exam this
friday. Plus, I gotta finish up some loose ends for a
learnware CD I'm developing for work (which I've been slacking
off on) and that's due on Dec 12th.
I would randomly
throw my votes around but I don't think that's right, seeing
as how I don't want to vote out worthy competitors.
Sorry. I just hope that y'all are having a helluva
good time.
Your friend, Saint7
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12-05-2001 11:59
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Lutz TEH Defiant
of Time
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The moment that Lutz left
the room he heard a piercing scream come from his right. Turn
around to face it he saw a young child being hurled towards,
buffeted through the air by the deadly winds of a Firestorm.
“Nazan! Nawat!” He shouted, his hands moving in quick
succession through the air as the two spells combined,
blasting the Blizzard down the corridor. The young child feel
to floor as the extreme winds hit one another, his arm seemed
to be broken. Through the haze of the vast steam that had
appeared Lutz could make out the shape of the black magician
he’s encountered what seemed like so long ago.
“Fleali!” He shouted, pointing at the figure. But
he’d gone, and the fireball slammed into the wall, as did
another quickly afterwards.
“Damn… I’ll have to sort
him out later” Lutz turned to the child, who was
whimpering softly, trying not to cry, clutching his arm
protectively to wards him.
“Sar…” murmured Lutz, his
wand encompassing the child as the area healing spell took
effect. “I’m afraid that’s all I can do for you…”
“How
about a little extra?” Came a voice from behind Lutz. “Gires…”
Said Rune as he walked around the corner.
Multicoloured light shone around the child, the bone
slowly rejoining itself, the burns fading.
“How’s
that?” said the mages in unison. They quickly stared at each
other…
“It’s OK, a little stiff. I-I lost my whip. I’m
gonna go get another. Thank you” He called out as he ran down
the corridor, turning sharply at the bottom.
The two
wizards turned to each other “Well, this is---“ They both
began. Rune held up his hand
”Me first. It’s
extraordinary to finally meet you. I always wondered what
you’d like” Said Rune as he appraised Lutz
“No! Stop
there! Don’t tell me anything! I figured out who you are…
you’re me from the future aren’t you? An incarnation of me.
You are one who is destined to absorb my knowledge, just as I
was destined to absorbed my masters, Mortareus. Listen, you
can’t tell me anything. You have the knowledge of my whole
life, I only know the first 28 years. Anything you tell me
could result in an alteration of the time line for Algo when
we go back, it’s too dangerous.”
A smirk appeared on
Runes face, “Yeah, I know… I’m not stupid you know Lutz, only
the best of the Espers get picked to acquire your knowledge”
“Well, that’s OK then, so long as that’s understood.
That doesn’t mean we can’t help each other, we just can’t
exchange information from our home.”
“Agreed” Said
Rune, holding out his hand, which Lutz shook. “Fair well and
good luck.”
“You too” said Lutz, walking away. “We’ll
need it!”
“Heh… speak for yourself! I’ve got all your
knowledge!” Smirked Rune
“Who said I put
everything in the Telepathy Orb?” Retorted Lutz as he
dashed around the corner, heading to what appeared to be the
centre of this complex.
“Smartass…” Muttered Rune,
heading off for his own excitement.
Still no votes yet. They're
coming in a couple of hours.
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12-05-2001 12:18
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Baka Evil
Bishounen Mastermind
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Dodging a sword-swing to the neck,
Driscoll swung his fist and punched a SeeD in the face, before
kicking backwards and connecting with another. A heavy-looking
SeeD barged into him, kncking him sideways towards the
balcony. I'm not some kind of martial artist, damnit!
He found himself with his back pressed to the
balcony. With nowhere else to go, he took a deep breath and
vaulted backwards over it, catching onto a girder below and
sliding to the bottom. Looking around, he spotted a small
side-path and ducked down it.
-----
That's all
for a few hours, back later!
Oh, and today's posts are
brought to you by the Vandread - Girl's Serenade OST that I'm
downloading. So expect sweetness, kawaiiness and large b-
WHOA. No, I'll just be inspired by something with lots of
guns, instead.
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01:00 PM |
12-05-2001 12:56
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BenKenobi Member
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Awesome stage! Let's see what we can do
here...
---------------------------------
Strago walked onto the scene, rubbing his eyes. He had
no idea what happened after midnight last night, because he
was an old man, and needed a buttload of sleep. > He walked over to the center of the circular
palace-looking thing he was in, and found an elevator. Up or
down? ...Down. If this thing went up in flames, like he was
sure it would, it'd be a shorter fall to the ground. Strago walked out of the elevator, and turned a
corner...
...Right into a huge machine, seating a
nasty yellow blob. ...It looked at him. Two orbs on the side
lit up to blue, waiting for an order, it seemed. The creature
spoke:
"WHY do yOU waNT to COMe heRE ANd take my GReAT
GarDEN from ME?!!!?"
...Strago just looked at him,
like a cow stuck in the sweet, sweet glow of the headlights of
a semi. "...You, you speak...1337?"
---
Outer Heaven!!
w00t!
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12-05-2001 12:57
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Darkken The
Scarlet Magician
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OOC: 16 ATTACK VOTES? Geez! As if I
didn't have enough trouble spending them earlier... though
this means 4 Manipulation votes, too, and everyone (who is
Dark, at least) knows how fun Manipulation is.
Whoa,
Gryz was nailed. I'm going to bet that his spirit will haunt
me. ^.^
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"Another location, again? Now
where would this be..."
Koren moved quickly,
flashing in and out of existence, crossing the long, long
corridors of the first floor of Balamb Garden. He saw several
unimportant-seeming signboards in the walls, including one
with the word "Cafeteria", where he was nearly overrun by a
bunch of schoolgirls in skimpy Garden uniforms, fighting their
way to... well, whatever was in there. Koren didn't want to
know.
"The last round wasn't a bad one... it looks
like Gryz didn't make it. Shame... he was a fun one to fight
with."
As Koren was making his way onwards, a man
with blonde hair, and a long, white trench coat with
approached him, letting the gunblade on his side openly show.
"Hey! You! That's speeding. Goes against Garden Rules.
And improper dressing..." the man said, eyeing him
suspiciously.
"Who the hell does he think he
is?"
"...and uncouth hair style. All male students
must keep their hair in such a manner that it doesn't get in
the way during combat exercises."
"Hair style? I
can't wait to see his face when he meets Setzer..."
"And what kind of clothes are you wearing? RED CAPE?
HELLOO-O, hippy-hair! Who are you anyway? Name and code!" the
man continued his babbling, seemingly incapable of
understanding how he was risking a limb and a liver... and
much more.
"Who are you...?" Koren asked him, fighting
against a strong desire to stuff the man's skin to a place
where sun didn't shine.
"Yo! Fujin! Raijin! The guy's
got something against the Disciplinary Commitee! Let's-"
Koren's patience snapped. He had brought enough
lunatics with him. He didn't need to deal with this stuck-up
moron.
"Hey! Wait, you-" the man with the white coat
shouted, as Koren rose his hand to cast a spell, "what do you
think you're doing?"
When the remaining two thirds of
the Disciplinary Commitee arrived, they were so occupied with
the task of trying to carry their shocked and severely
spooked-up leader to the infirmary, that they didn't notice a
red-caped figure staring at them from the top of the Garden.
"I already hate this place... but it may have its
merits. I'll be waiting..."
---
Say
hello to iMac.
- Koren of Red Lotus - The Scarlet
Magician - FFO Survivor 6
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01:11 PM |
12-05-2001 01:00
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RadiKal_Dreamer FFOS6: Terra Branford
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Hey! Yay, a familiar battlefield! i
didn't know the last one cause i never played MM. YEEK, i get
10 votes... i had a hard time with the 5!Just like the other
rounds, i don't have enough time to post something now (well,
nothing decent...) so i'll make it at school and post during
my comp. class. So, expect my post in 45 mins!
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_files/RDSurvivorTerra4.gif)
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12-05-2001 01:09
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Krizak Official
Host of FFOS6
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The forums! They're back! Oh, I kiss the
sweet, sweet earth!
Er, anyway... Due to the massive
amount of time lost due to the forums being down, this round
will end at 12:00 AM Mountain Standard Time on Saturday
morning. Which pushes the end of this tournament onto
Tuesday morning, I'm afraid.
On the bright side, that
gives you all plenty of time to use the massive amount of
votes you get this round.
Oh, and if your name is
William Craddock, you should know that e-mailed votes don't
count unless you put your characters name on them. Act now, or
suffer massive Vote Burn at the end of the round.
---
The Survivor Tournament has begun! Guaranteed to
be more thrilling than Gladiator!
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12-06-2001 09:37
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Munkwunk FFOS6:
Zio
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OOC: Woot! They're back! And we have way
more than enough time to finish the round now. This should be
awesome.
I think I'll wait till a few more people
have continued with the story before I post another piece,
myself.
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12-06-2001 09:45
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Magus Professional Goober
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Interiority
Holy crap, we're back online. Time to
come up with something to write...hmm...
-----------------------------
“Burn fire!
Burn! Brighter than the brightest sun! Hotter than the flames
of hell itself! This is the fire of your soul, Golbez. This is
the torch of your very being. See it burning? See it glow in
the darkness of your existence? It must burn on, becoming more
and more powerful. A totally encompassing force, ruling over
your every thought, every feeling. It is the truth within you,
and now is the time to put down those that would dowse the
flame with their false sentiment. Act now, or lose yourself
forever…”
Golbez stirred slightly from his sleep, and
spoke out to the voice in his head. “No, that somehow seems
wrong…these aren’t my feelings, these aren’t my thoughts. Why
do they persist?”
“They persist only as you crave
their message. This is the path to proving yourself. Show them
you can fight, and they will bow down to you. Show them you
can win, and earn their respect.”
Golbez awoke,
startled by some noise around him. He found himself inside a
strange building, teeming with activity. He was unaware of
what had just happened on a conscious level. Somehow, he knew
what he would have to do.
“I…I must earn their
respect. I shall gain their respect through my actions. No, I
will force them to see what is within me, that is the only
way.” Somewhere in the back of his mind, he thought he heard a
small, snarling voice.
“That’s right my boy. Make them
respect you.”
---
So we'll go no more aroving, so late into the
night, Although the heart be still as loving, and the moon
be still as bright.
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12-06-2001 10:12
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Soujiro
Seta The Blue
Traveler
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Garden of Good and Evil 1
Something had gone wrong
with the ebb and flow of time. Zeal had searched for Yume's
temporal signature at various intervals, but had only now
located it, after a day and a half of astral probing. Must
be the way she keeps ripping through time, space, and reality
like she owns the place, with all these contestants in
tow, thought Zeal.
Who knows...with that kind
of power, it's conceivable that she DOES own the place.
The Queen of Zeal, now on the third day of her
reality-hopping journey, stepped out of the inky blackess of
her timegate into a location full of even more strange things
than the first two. Taking a look around, she analyzed the
structure of the premises.
"Pastel colors....why did
it have to be pastel colors!?" she grubled, bemoaning the
somewhat tastless coloration of the third day's chosen arena.
Casting her gaze further, she saw soldiers, in uniform. Were
they friends of Driscoll, the soldier from the future? Looking
more closely, an analysis revealed fighters of a younger sort.
They...they're just children! she thought.
What is this place? As she sat in speculation, she was
approached - or rather, rushed - by four soldiers, two in blue
uniforms, two in black.
"Are you with them?" asked a a
girl in a black uniform. "You're certainly not from around
here!"
"Marin, I'm not sure, but she's got some sort
of magic!" yelled the girl's companion, a black-uniformed man.
He turned to the two younger looking soldiers in blue
uniforms. "You two stay behind Marin and I; this is a
dangerous invasion force! But the SeeD force won't be taken so
easily!" He rushed forward and held out his hand. Queen Zeal
felt a bit of energy leave her and fly erratically to the
man's hand. Upon reception, he fell to his knees.
"What the hell is this!?" he shouted, clutching his
head. "It won't take! I've never met a spell I can't draw
before! Something's really wrong! Jane, Erin, go to the second
floor!" he barked his orders to the two blue-suited soldiers.
"Aaah.....head...pain!" he groaned. "Shoat...he's writhing in
my mind! I can feel his agony! Uaaaaaooaa...." It was obvious
he was becoming delirious.
Really, this is what
children get when the skip breakfast; always thinking there's
something better to do. Your mind doesn't work right without a
healthy meal at the beginning of the day. And what's a
'Shoat'?
"I've got your back!" Marin said as she
bent over the young man. "Cura!" A magical force bathed him in
a blue light, but he did not stand up.
Well, it's
some form of magic thought Zeal, kind of weak, but I
suppose it's magic. She had vaguely recalled the Guru
Melchior testing out different forms of magic. This seemed
similar to one of them, in which magic was quantified in the
brain and held by some sort of spiritual force. However, she
sensed no innate spiritual force from the two soldiers. How
were the able to use this 'para-magic'?
"Well, kids,
as amusing as this is, I've got things to do and people to
target." Zeal said, yawning and emphasizing the word 'kids'.
Oh, and by the way, if you're going to try to learn magic,
make sure it's the real deal first, not something taught from
a 'do-it-yourself' magic book." Raising her hand, she produced
two spheres of energy. "Energy Ball!" She straightened her
palm and the balls flew forward at incredible speed. The girl
managed to dodge, and the ball careened into a wall behind
her, leaving crater of melted and twisted metal. The man was
not so lucky. The blast hit him full on, throwing him back
like a rag doll.
"Richard!" Marin shreiked as she ran
to her fallen comrade's side, casting a curative spell as soon
as she reached him. Zeal turned away from the weak children to
seek a real challenge, looking around for the competitors.
Surely, they wouldn't be difficult to locate. Just follow the
blazing trail of mindless destruction.
Richard was
wounded badly and Marin needed to get him to the
already-overwhelmed Dr. Kadowaki, but before she did, she ran
to the nearest comm board. Picking up the handset, she asked
for a direct line to the faculty board room, where she knew
that Principal Cid and the top SeeD instructors would be
planning a retaliatory offense against this horrid army.
"Principal Cid!" she sobbed into the receiver "Richard
from squad 6-D...he's in critical.....there's a real live
Sorceress down here! She almost blew us away! What's happening
here!?"
It's about time! Let's go round
3!
---
"Am I a
butterfly dreaming I'm a man, or a bowling ball dreaming I'm a
plate of sashimi?
"The Queen is peerless in both power and
beauty..." FFOSurvivor 6 :: Queen Zeal ::
Sidekick :: Shadow
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12-06-2001 10:12
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Efli TEH
Efli
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"SeeDs...atten...SHUN!
Preee...seeeent....WHAT THE HELL?!"
Leo looked around
at twenty bewildered faces, staring at him behind assorted
weaponry. His mind raced, trying to calculate the distance
from where he was to the exit from the Quad.
"Erm...Hello. Leo Christophé. Awfully nice to meet
you."
The Sergeant glowered at him. "And where did you
come from?"
Leo shuddered at the remembrance of the
last moments in Clocktown, racing for the tower...and then...
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you. Hey, look,
isn't that Emperor Gesthal?"
"Wha..."
YOINK!
---
Efli Rilvcue -
Sponsor of General Leo in FFO
Survivor VI TEH. Typo - no. Way of life -
yes.
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12-06-2001 10:40
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KyleIII FFOS6:
Locke Cole
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OOC: Saturday morning?
That means this round's going to last all of today and
tomorrow?
Krizak: Those votes I emailed you
last night don't count now, right? I only sent them as a
precaution.
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"Nooooooooooo!" Locke screamed, expecting the moon to
fall to the Earth. He heard his voice echo, and realized it
was silent. The black mage was no longer there, and Locke
found himself in yet another unfimiliar locale. "What is
this place? Looks like some kind of jungle," Locke thought
as checked his surroundings. "Looks like I'm still indoors,
though. Seems like the walls and cieling are made of metal.
Looks a lot like the Gold Saucer."
"RROOAAAR!"
Locke looked back and nearly wet his pants. "A
Tyranosaur! I've gotta get out of here." He took off with a
run and used his speed and agility to keep his distance from
the lumbering beast. Turning a corner, he heard the monster
moving off in another direction. "Whew, lost him." Suddenly a
group of twelve armed, uniformed men walked up and surrounded
him.
"He looks like one of 'em," an energitic young
man who appeared to be leading the group yelled, "Let's take
him out!"
"Hold it Zell," one of his comrades
responded, "Maybe we should try taking him prisoner."
"Tchh, fine." Zell turned to Locke, "Who are all you
people, what are you doing here? Come on, spit it out!"
"Um, er, that is..." Locke stammered, "I hope this
works," he thought to himself. "W. Wind!" Locke yelled,
and suddenly a huge tornado appeared in the training center,
throwing the entire group, including Locke into random
directions. Unbeknownst to Locke, the spell also hit a few
other contestants who happened to be in the Training Center.
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1 attack
vote to Randi 1 attack vote to Lenna 1 attack vote to
Nall 1 attack vote to Gogo 1 attack vote to Ayla
Nothing personal anyone.
---
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because Locke rules!!!
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that Locke rules? Want to sample the best drink GP can buy?
Join us at The Moogle
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12-06-2001 10:43
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JonJonB TEH
JonJonB
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*THUD* Hmph,
round three has started I suppose... thought Gogo.
I suppose I have successfully 'survived'.
Standing up wearily, Gogo took a brief look at his
surroundings. Advanced, very. This place was technologically
amazing, but full of children. Gogo was knocked out of his
awe by a blue blur crashing into him. It was a girl. "Oh!
I'm so...Gilgamesh!??"
"Huh?!" Gogo grunted "No! I'm
Gogo!"
"Oh, sorry," The girl responded in a sing song
voice, "You look so much like Gilgy..."
"Where am I?"
Gogo knew it would sound strange, but frankly that didn't
bother him much anymore.
"Balamb Garden silly! How did
you get here without knowing?" The girl stuck her tongue out
like a small infant would.
"Survivor Tournament...I
don't think you'd understand." Gogo went to leave, but the
girl stopped him.
"Try me! I'll show you around if you
do, I'm Rinoa by the way."
"Hmph...fine, tell me about
this place..."
Together they walked, Rinoa informing
Gogo as much as she knew about Balamb Garden, which was not
very much...
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Yay, 'tis back!
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--- My
LiveJournal - The closest you'll get to seeing into my
soul.
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12-06-2001 11:12
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Darkken The
Scarlet Magician
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Something gives me the feeling that this
thread will give a whole new dimension to FFVIII bashing...
Well, nice to be back. I doubt I'll have the
time to compose a worthy post just right now, but seeing how
we've got a whole new day worth of time, I'll be back. Right
now, I've got some sleeping to do... (well, if I feel like it
)
---
Say
hello to iMac.
- Koren of Red Lotus - The Scarlet
Magician - FFO Survivor 6
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12-06-2001 11:17
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BenKenobi Member
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Ahh, well. I e-mailed my votes just to be
on the safe side. But isn't that a little long to leave a
round open? I'da thought you'd end it on Friday. That means it
would have been open for 4 days.
---
Outer Heaven!!
w00t!
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12-06-2001 11:18
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Soujiro
Seta The Blue
Traveler
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Garden of Good and Evil 2
“Ca-fe-te-ri-ah.”
Zeal sounded out the familiar yet foreign word lit up
on a display in front of a hallway. “Might as well. I haven’t
seen a familiar face yet.” Sauntering down the hallway, the
smell of various foods wafted by her nostrils, triggering an
immediate recognition. “Oh yes, Cafeteria! That’s what the
Earthbound Ones call their dining halls!” She hadn’t had a
decent meal since her brunch in Clock Town, so anything she
could eat - preferably without having to pay for it – would be
a welcome experience. Stepping into the room, she squinted her
eyes at the rather harsh and gaudy artificial lighting. It
made everything look so….sterile. The cafeteria was empty,
with the exception of a lean and muscular blue-skinned warrior
sitting on the counter, devouring an enlongated piece of meat
in a sliced bun. He stopped chewing and just glared at her,
his hand instinctively moving to the hilt of his
impressive-looking sword.
“What’s your business with
me, human?” he stated flatly, a bit of the bun falling out of
his mouth. “My part in this little game is done now; you’ll
get nothing by attacking me, but you are, of course, welcome
to try. Y’might end up like those guys back there, though” he
said, craning his neck to look behind the cafeteria counter.
There was an essence about this inhuman man that
seemed almost…familiar to the Queen. However, she could not
quite place her finger on it, and filed the matter to the back
of her mind for consideration at a later time.
“Out of
the game, is it?” Zeal poked, testing the depths of his ego.
“Then why don’t you go home? You can’t win your wish from Yume
now.” The man sat silent, shoving the rest of the food into
his mouth.
“This ‘hot dog’ ain’t half bad” he started.
“Sure, I’ve eaten better dog, but it beats the hell outa the
crap they were serving at the last two places.”
“I
sense the power in you dimished.” Zeal interrupted. “I saw a
few like you yesterday, warriors with limited abilities. They
live on, but lost their day’s battle. What are they still
doing here? What are YOU still doing here?”
“Listen,
human” the swordsman spoke up “I don’t know who you think you
are, or if you’re tryin’ to irritate me, but I wouldn’t keep
it up.” He grabbed another ‘hot dog’ from behind the counter
and unwrapped it, taking a little whiff of the smell. “This’s
good dog. You want some?”
“Perish the thought; I’m
quite alright” the Queen shuddered. The soldiers of this place
must be trained to survive any environment, eating the meat of
common animals they could kill in the wild. “But as I was
saying….your power is diminished. But one fact unites both
you, I, and every other warrior like us in this tournament.”
“And that would be?” he querried, pulling at his lone
braid as he sometimes did when he pondered important matters.
This lady was rather manipulative and devious for a human – at
least that was one thing he could reconcile with her. Dunno
why, but just looking at her causes me to think of Sir
Magus…
“That would be, that we’re both not after
Yume’s wish – myself by choice, yourself by circumstance. I’m
just here to influence the outcome to whatever extent I can.
And now that you have been put into a situation with similar
parameters, I have a small proposition for you.”
“I’m
listening.” The Mystic nodded his blue head, concentrating on
this woman’s face, lest she try any deception.
“As a
‘fallen’ contestant, your power to attack is diminished.
However, you’re essentially ‘out’, which means that you can
commit acts more freely, without having to worry about
retribution or retaliation, or being diplomatic. I joined as a
contestant who is incapable of ‘winning’, but is also
incapable of ‘losing’.”
“So I can hack people with
abandon now” he grumbled. “Get on with it.”
“I see
you’re a man who takes the most direct route. I’m fine with
that. To the point then. Just as one slash may be overlookable
to an opponent, so it may be when we attack. But just as many
slashes from a sword can slay even a powerful enemy, so many
of our attacks can take out even the most….resilient of foes.
The ‘fallen’, which is you, and the ‘non-competing
participants’, which is me, can decide the results of this
tournament. The only catch is that we must band together, as
many as are willing to cooperate.”
“So you’re saying
that if we combine powers, even ‘fallen’ like myself can
influence the tournament? Hmmm.…I like it….I like it.”
“I thought you might” grinned the Queen. Being the
Queen of Zeal wasn’t just about being the most powerful mage
in the world – the duties of a queen also involved a lot of
politics, sweet-talking, intellectual knowledge, military
strategy, and diplomacy; the art of shaking hands with your
foe with one hand and having the other behind your back,
readying a fireball. “You see, we still have influence.
Obviously, as a swordsman, you know the benefits of tactical
organization and strength in numbers. We, who do not need to
protect our own desire for the prize, can attack certain
common contestants between us whom we would not like to see
advance closer to the end. Under the damage we can all do
collectively, the outcome can be shifted toward our collective
favor. I’m glad you see the beauty of this, yet another one of
my brilliant plans! Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho!”
“I didn’t say I
was up for it” the swordsman cut her off. “I just said I liked
it, and it sounded pretty interesting. If and when I decide to
try this, I’ll be sure to let you know. I need time to think
about it first. I always think most clearly in the heat of a
bloody massacre.” He grinned, baring sharp fangs. “What’s your
name? I’ll need to know if I want to find you again.”
“The name’s Zeal. Queen Zeal.” She extended her hand
toward the blue warrior.
“I’m Slash, greatest of the
Mystic Swordsmen.” He extended his own hand, abeit gingerly,
and shook hers. “You’re not bad for a human, Queen Zeal” he
said, laughing a little.
“One more thing” Zeal said,
holding her index finger up and wagging it from side to side.
“If you come across any that are of the same role as you or I,
tell them of this proposition. The more, the merrier! Not to
mention stronger. I’ll do the same, and let’s see what we can
do. How about it?”
“Well, I suppose I can do that.”
Slash nodded. With a shove, he jumped from the counter and
landed with a heavy ‘tap’ on the tile of the cafeteria floor.
He nodded curtly as he walked out of the Cafeteria. "Time to
get the lay of the land."
Zeal remained standing in
the cafeteria, running possibilities and ideas through her
agile mind.
That girl in the black uniform from
earlier....she called me 'Sorceress' with a terrified look.
Well, I suppose I technically AM a sorceress, but I sense
there's something more behind this than just the fact that I
can use magic naturally and they need to have some sort of
hokey set-up to do it.
Sorceress....hmmmmmm....
She had an idea, but first, she needed to locate the handsome
Crimson Wizard she had helped on the first day. The gears were
already turning.
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IF
YOU'RE A FALLEN OR SIDEKICK or just enjoy a little quasi-evil
strategic planning, and you skipped over this section because
of the rather large length, you MIGHT want to skim it for the
basic idea contained within. An intriguing proposition, from
the Queen herself.....
---
"Am I a
butterfly dreaming I'm a man, or a bowling ball dreaming I'm a
plate of sashimi?
"The Queen is peerless in both power and
beauty..." FFOSurvivor 6 :: Queen Zeal ::
Sidekick :: Shadow
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12-06-2001 11:33
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Terra
Lockheart What's with all the
TEHs?
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OOC: Good, we're back again...thank
God...*sighs with relief*BTW, last round: LMAO, CS!!! You do
awesome with Kyle... And Ex and Min: Nice. Very nice....^^;; ---
Hey, this place isn't so bad.
I paced up and down
the corridors, peeking into the different rooms. I came upon
classroom after classroom, each with students in uniform
sitting at desks with some kind of device in front of them.
An academy, perhaps? I like this place far better than
any of the other locations so far...it reminds me of Vane. The
familiar feeling is comforting...
"A b-beautiful
school, Majesty Mia. I am...honored...to attend. I look
forward to becoming a member of the Magic Guild..."
I had heard the line so many times before, but now, I
feel so stupid. I should have been proud to be the future
ruler of the Magic Guild, but I was so...Nash, if only you
could see this place...
Turning around to leave the
hallway, I saw a blonde in glasses come by. She looked very
official, and definitely not like the kind of person I would
want to approach after I just intruded on the area. She sighed
and made her way towards a classroom, pushing up her glasses.
I dove for cover behind a plant nearby, ducking down. She
passed by without noticing.
Good...
I ran down
the hallway, and came an elevator. I had only seen these in a
few of the fortresses like the grindery, and this one was far
more impressive. Ha, they must think me an idiot, standing
here and gawking at a common machine for them...
I got
in, and pressed the "1st floor" button. It lit up, and the
doors whooshed closed. The floor rumbled from below me, and
when the doors opened again, I was at a new (and much more
impressive) floor.
Walking down the steps, I saw
something in front of me that a few people were looking at. I
stood in front of it and peered at it. It seemed to be a map
of the area. It went in a circle, each hall leading to a new
area.
There was the library (of course, what academy
would be complete without one?), the Training Center (another
must have, for a school obviously trained in fighting. Just
then I noticed the students carrying around
weapons...dangerous weapons. *Gulp*), the Parking Lot
(...huh...?), the dormitories (do students live here too? This
really is like Vane...), the Cafeteria, the Quad (Another
strange one...), and the Infirmary.
Interesting...
Unfortunately, I turned around only to see that I was
standing alone, facing a dark haired boy about a year older
than me, clad in black. He also happened to be carrying a
sword. Oh, great...
"Would you mind explaining who you
are, and what exactly you're doing here, along with everyone
else...?"
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12-06-2001 11:34
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Vormav Senior
Member
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I got killed? Well, that's not too surprising. I deserved it
with my amount of activity. Bad week for me.. -_-
Good
luck to those of you who are still going, especially to Shadow
sponsors! _files/biggrin.gif)
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12-06-2001 11:39
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Angelus Lucia's
Knight
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(OOC: For this round only, I act as
EX:Shadow. Dragonmaster powers and Majora's mask are at war
inside him, so he's not quite as noble as he usually is. That
said...Also note, I'm going to do little actual fighting. It's
the GFs I summon that are going to go flying around and do
damage.)
Dragonmaster Leo, formerly White Knight Leo,
was having a war. Inside his own head. Within him, two
powerful forces were fighting for control. Since Althena was
gone in his time, Lucia subbed in for her. On the other side,
Majora. The winner would gain the soul of the now Dragonmaster
Leo.
Convieniently laid flat on his back, still
wearing his Dragonmaster gear, with Althena's sword at his
side, and paralyzed by the Mask, the latent Dragonmaster lay
at the top of the control tower of Garden.
Meanwhile,
the first thing Majora did was unleash the mighty GFs the
crests commanded. Eden, floating in space, keyed in on Garden.
Diablos flew around to terrorrize the weak. Odin, galloping on
his mighty steed, slew many with Zantetsuken. And the King of
GFs, Bahamut, used his Mega Flare, and many were slain.
Lucia had arrived in Leo's mind too late to stop this.
"Call them back! I'll not let you take the soul of the
Dragonmaster!"
Majora laughed at her, her who
thought she could save the champion of her world from his evil
rule, "Try and stop me, little girl! Your creation cannot
be used in the mind of another!"
Lucia didn't
reply, but instead blasted Majora with Atomic Burn. Within
this mental landscape, however, it seemed to do little to the
demon. Majora's counter, a black bolt of searing death, did
even less to Lucia's energy barrier.
Majora spoke up,
"Seems to be a stalemate. While we fight here, the beings
outside will cause much death and destruction."
Lucia ignored him, yelling instead at Leo, "Fight
him, Leo! I cannot win without your help!"
Leo,
locked within his own mind, was yet unable to reply.
And Lucia started to worry. Quite a bit.
(OOC:
HA! And you thought I couldn't work Lucia into my story.
Hehehe. You didn't think I'd let my favorite goddess get away
did you?)
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12-07-2001 12:07
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Merton
Dew FFOS6: Mog
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Mog awoke to find himself
alone in a small room. He tried, but he couldn't remember how
he got here. The last thing he remembered was the moon...
falling. He stood up and stretched. "I musta been asleep for
quite awhile," he said to himself. He bent down and picked up
the two pieces of his broken spear. "Won't get much more use
out of this," he sighed. He began to contemplate his
situation. All right, I've really got to concentrate on
winning this thing. I can't be so picky about my targets. But
first I've got to find my friends again... Then he opened
the door and stepped out into the fray.
---
Sponsoring Mog from Final Fantasy
VI
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12-07-2001 12:11
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Luna FFOS6:
Lemina Ausa
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All RIGHT! We're back
in business!!! ^_______^ *cheers and cues up The
Landing* GREAT location! I love FFVIII and Balamb
Garden, so this is gonna be a blast! XDDD All right, a little
bit of story....for future reference, I'm just gonna switch in
between first and third person for my posts depending on my
mood. Now then....
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....
Figures.
Of all the places to land....it HAD
to be the mega-huge fountain they have in the middle of this
weird place. Oh, pooh....why does this kind of stuff happen to
me? Sometimes I think if it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no
luck at all. *grumble* Urgh....I better get out of here
before I catch a cold or something. Wouldn't THAT just be
mega-perfect?
*Lemina climbs out of the fountain,
dripping wet*
Brrr....it's not that cold in here,
but when you're soaking....ugh. I think I need to warm up a
little. *takes out her wand and channels some mild fiery
energy, not for attack, but to warm the air around her*
Ah. Much better. Now, let's see if I can't find
something interesting to do in this place....what IS this
place, anyway? Guess there's only one way to find out....go
explore. *wanders off*
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12-07-2001 12:15
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Baka Evil
Bishounen Mastermind
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Woo, we're back!
I've just
thought. We're in FF8. Everyone hates SeeDs. SeeDs are
soldiers, and are out to get us all. I can soldier-bash with
immunity! YAY! Post coming shortly.
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12-07-2001 12:21
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Munkwunk FFOS6:
Zio
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Zio rounded a corner after leaving the
Dormitory Wing. Much to his chagrin, he heard a familiar voice
casting curative spells on the children he'd just worked so
hard to torment. With a sigh, he turned around and headed back
into the dorm wing, a scowl upon his face.
"LUTZ!" he
screamed, eyeing the white magician just as the group of
children scurried into their rooms, out of harms' reach. "How
dare you meddle in MY affairs, you worthless bastard!"
Zio's eyes flared red, burning with intense anger. He
pointed his hands toward the mage, quickly uttering the words
of a spell.
"VOL!" he yelled, as an intense
wave of energy twisted and spiraled towards Lutz, bending and
pulling upon his body as it hit. But Lutz's powers were too
strong for the spell; what would have instantaneously killed
any ordinary person likely didn't even break a bone in the
man's body.
"FORCE FLASH!"
An enormous
ball of light immediately launched forth from Zio's palm.
Before one could even blink it connected with Lutz's chest,
causing him to reel backwards into a wall.
"Foi,
Wat, Thu!"
Fire shot forth from Zio's hand, a ball
of water a stream of electricity following in succession. The
three elements mixed in the air as they flew toward Lutz, the
result being the powerful "Triblaster" technique slamming
against Lutz's body at full force.
Glancing at the
crumpled man on the floor, Zio knew there was no need to
continue. Lutz would live through, he knew, but it was enough
to give Zio satisfaction for now.
He turned once more,
and Zio left the Dormitory for the second time, heading to his
right for no particular reason as he came to the next
corridor. He didn't know where he was at; what would his
choice of direction matter?
__________________________________________________
1
Attack Vote to Lutz
---
Visit The Moogle
Cafe! If you don't, we'll send a rabid pack of moogles to
abduct you, anyway!
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12-07-2001 01:08
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Darkken The
Scarlet Magician
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OOC: Yeah, I know, I know, I should be
sleeping... but I can't resist. Three hours of sleep a night,
here I come... I'm going to look like a zombie tomorrow...
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Queen Zeal sat in the
cafeteria, sipping a cup of warm, deep-brown and rather
stimulating liquid she had acquired from a vending machine
located in the cafeteria.
"That's quite clever, you
know. I praise you for the idea, your majesty..." she said a
voice saying. Despite its superficial politeness, she could
sense frankness and self-assuredness within it. The voice
belonged to someone who had dealt with people of high standing
before, and knew how they thought.
The voice belonged
to Koren, of course. The Scarlet Magician approached the table
where Zeal was sitting with sure, quick steps.
"And
you, good sir, have played your cards rather well. I commend
you for making it this far", Zeal returned the compliment,
studying the man now that she, for once, could see him merely
standing in front of her, instead of blasting someone or
something into the air.
"Well, now, dear Queen, I
think the question is - what would you do with such power, and
what results would there be?" Koren said, stressing the word
"results".
"What do you suppose yourself? This is a
contest, after all. One wins, the others lose... one gets a
wish, the others get nothing. Such is the game we play here."
Queen Zeal answered, wondering what thougts lay in the mind of
the red-caped magician.
Koren let a short smile rise
to his lips. "I would hope it were this simple... but there's
likely to be more to this, I fear." Zeal nodded, urging him to
continue. "Tell me, Queen, how did we join this tournament?"
Koren asked.
"Each of us was approached and requested
by Yume to join", Zeal said, frowning at having to state such
a self-evident matter.
"Precisely. We were all chosen
by Yume - she said as much herself.", Koren said. "Chosen, to
compete against each other in a gigantic festival, to fight
against each other in a great massacre that spans through
space and time. Chosen to do that, but chosen for what
purpose? Frankly, I don't believe that someone like her could
be amused by such trivial, barbaric fun as an open war between
warriors like us."
"That's merely speculation", Zeal
said, "you've no proof of any kind. Though there may be more
underneath this contest, from what we've seen so far, this is
one. We've already seen the fallen, who still linger around
here with little to do."
"A fight in which the
strongest survive... fascinating, isn't it? Why would Yume be
interested in knowing who among us were the strongest? To
merely give him a wish and then be on her way? Possible,
though rather unlikely. And a wish... I wonder, would such
power be even in the hands of someone as powerful as Yume? A
single wish that could shape the very universe to a new
direction. Why would Yume offer something so reckless and
callous?"
"Honestly I believe the girl would have
power to do such a thing. Building a contest such as this is
enough of a miracle..."
"Perhaps, but even so... when
I first met Yume, she called me a beggar, waiting outside the
halls of fate. What she's doing, is going against very fate
itself. You and I, we've both witnessed defeat by great
enemies. Have you ever wondered why it happened, and what else
could have even happened? Perhaps our defeats were written
into fate... and we could not change them, even should we
emerge victorious in this contest.
"So, are you saying
that this all is for nothing, that no matter, no one gets a
wish?" Zeal asked.
"For nothing? No. I think that deep
down, every one of us, if not consciously, then
subconsciously, was preparing for the possibility of not
winning. In the end, each of us came here for another
purpose... were it to meet friends lost in time, have revenge
of enemies beyond one's reach, or simply experience again the
joy of battle - indeed, you, my Queen, willingly joined as one
who could not win this battle, but merely act as a spectator
to the show." Koren said.
"That might explain why
those who have already lost still come with us in this
journey, even if weakened." Zeal said, taking a sip from her
cup, irritably noting how it was starting to get cold.
"Even if we were told that we had no wish to win, I
believe that we'd all go on, just to see where this battle
would lead us. And then... what happens then, is in the hands
of Yume. But there's another matter that also concerns me."
"And what is that?" Zeal asked.
"I've seen
fighters and warriors with powers of a hundred man fall in
this battle, and I've seen pesky thieves and helpless
princesses live on to see the next tournament. This isn't a
battle of power alone, or even a battle of strategy. How the
survivors are determined, I have no idea. But I can say for
certain, that simple power cannot ultimately be decisive in
it." Koren said.
"So, Koren of Red Lotus", Queen Zeal
said, standing up, forgetting the coffee cup, "what advice are
you trying to give me, then?"
"Nothing definate. But
expect the unexpected. Don't let your guard down. And don't
put your trust on assumption. Solve the pattern that this game
we're playing follows, and you'll learn what's inside of it.
Even if you combine your power with the fallen, you can't be
certain of the outcome. That is what I think. Take care, and
make sure you won't have to face dire consequences of
unconsidered actions."
Zeal sat down, pondering the
words of the magician. He may even be right... thinking it as
a mere contest might spell doom. But she was in the game for
the fun. What danger could await her?
---
Say
hello to iMac.
- Koren of Red Lotus - The Scarlet
Magician - FFO Survivor 6
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12-07-2001 01:09
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Exeter FFOS6:
Edge
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"You there! Freeze!" a voice yelled
demandingly.
Without hestiation, Edge rolled across
the floor, turned, raised a hand and unleashed a blast of
Flame at the owner of the voice, realizing too late that the
word 'freeze' had been intended as a command for Edge to stop,
and not the name of some form of attack Magic.
The
voice's owner, a young SeeD, jumped behind the large pillar
rising up in the middle of the fountain, just barely escaping
the blast. "Hey! I need backup here, now!"
It was
pandemonium. The tournament participants were spread out all
over the odd, watery castle, fighting even more chaotically
than usual, and various soldiers, obviously the residents of
the castle, were doing their best to stop them.
Wonder why Yume picked this spot? Oh well...
A sudden spray of fire brought Edge back to reality.
What the hell is that thing, anyway? The soldier he had
attacked was now attempting to blast him with some bizarre
wand.
"Image!" Edge said, then ran at the soldier in a
blur. The 'wand blasts,' which were actually machine gun
bullets, sprayed out randomly, but none found a target.
The SeeD screamed as Edge jumped over him, then
fainted as the ninja pinned his arms at his sides and held the
Murasame to his throat.
"Well, I'm glad I didn't have
to hurt the poor kid," Edge said casually. He bent down and
retrieved the odd-shaped wand, placing it in the Masamune's
sheathe, the sword which had most likely been destroyed
already by Chaos.
Who knows, maybe Rydia'll know
how to use it. The King decided then to find his love, who
he had lost in the madness of the clock tower the night
before, and headed toward the Garden's infirmary.
*****
It's good to be back!
Edit:
Bwahahahaha.....Edge has a machine gun..... _files/biggrin.gif)
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