Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)
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				Title: <strong>Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 07:38:39</strong>
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				http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100298.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100298.0)&nbsp; OOC link<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100299.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100299.0)&nbsp; Character Thread link.<br>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100469.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100469.0)&nbsp; Bath and Spa Area.<br><br><strong>1200 hours.&nbsp; Current Location.&nbsp; Forgotten Realms on the continent of Faerun, just outside the gates of Mithral Hall.&nbsp; First contestant's name, Giselle Do'Urden.</strong><br><br>The half Drow was unaware she was being watched as the noon day sun hovered over the mountains she called home.&nbsp; Having never heard of a tournament called Dead or Alive, let alone the place it originated from, she was preparing to set out to search for her father.&nbsp; He had gone missing a week ago, and while that in itself was no surprise, he usually told SOMEONE where he was going, but this time had been drastically different, that much she knew in her gut.&nbsp; Besides, there had been a few blood spatters outside the gates which meant he hadn't gone quietly, but how it had happened was still beyond Giselle's understanding.&nbsp; It wasn't uncommon for him to train outside under a canopy of stars or the sun, but to see signs of a struggle worried her more than a little as she examined the ground once more to see if she could make heads or tails of what happened.&nbsp; If it was what she feared, then there would be hell to pay when she caught up with whoever had taken her and her twin brothers' only surviving parent away.<br><br>Standing at a good five foot seven inches, Giselle brushed her long silver gray hair out of her dark elven face and away from her ageless brown eyes as she followed the clear trail before her that lead through the abandoned village of Settlestone and down the stairs that would head out of the mountains and into the Silver Marshes and further if she had to guess given the head start their enemies had.&nbsp; David and Seth were busy checking leads in other parts of the world, but she had a feeling they wouldn't find anything.&nbsp; Reaching the edge of the forest before her a few hours later, Giselle stopped as she fingered the pommels of her father's blades, Icingdeath and Twinkle.&nbsp; The two swords were heavily enchanted to absorb fire or have a keener blade than it first appeared to possess as well as light up when danger was near, just as it was doing now.&nbsp; Monsters were in the woods before her it would seem.&nbsp; Well, she needed some exercise anyway.&nbsp; It was said that trolls were some of the toughest and most vile of creatures to ever walk the face of Faerun since they could regenerate from nearly any wound inflicted upon them, and the way they spawned new trolls was by having limbs or even just pieces of their flesh removed.&nbsp; Fire and acid were the only ways to destroy them for good, and that's just what Giselle had up her sleeve as she called upon her magical abilities to aid her in this fight.<br><br>Thirty of the beasts poured out of the forest before her, and to Giselle's mind thirty trolls were about to become tinder as both her blades developed a green acidic edge to them.&nbsp; Her brown eyes shined with the use of her magic as she ran in with lightning quick speed, Icingdeath going low and Twinkle going high as the first of the brutes closed in for melee.&nbsp; An arm and part of the creature's face went with that first strike alone as she spun about the monster with uncanny grace even for an elf warrior and a second felt the woman's poisoned blades sink into its chest as she passed by, ducking a fist the size of a small child aimed at her face.&nbsp; Rolling to her feet, Giselle came up from her roll spinning like a top and landed five more hits back to back on three more of the ugly brutes before jumping straight up into the air, and landing on a fourth's back, her scimitars already diving for the monster's neck.&nbsp; She cleaved the creature's head clean off before jumping away to land on a second one right next to her, and again her blades dipped and took most of this one's face right off before she ran down the thing's back swinging away with deadly precision against the next one in line.&nbsp; One, two, three, four, five, six attacks saw that one turned into so many small bits before having to block another wild swing from one behind her and to the right.&nbsp; Her sword ate through the creature's hand as she pushed it back and flipped backward as another tried to rush her and drag her to the ground in the process, planning to rip her apart with its vile teeth.<br><br>Instead all it hit was air as Giselle sprang from the tree she had swung up into after flying through the air for a time, and cut the dumbfounded troll in half on her way down before he could recover.&nbsp; Before she could ready another attack though, the half Drow found herself pinned against the chest of one that had been right behind her, but her armor and her quick thinking saved her life as the shaggy thing breathed its smelly breath on her neck.&nbsp; Twisting her blades about so her swords were pointing towards the brute, Giselle gave it a quick one two stab to the chest and felt its hold loosen on her which allowed the agile elf to slip free and deliver a powerful kick to its face, shattering its jaw in the process before finishing it with a deadly slice across its throat.&nbsp; Turning to the remaining group, Giselle sheathed her blades quickly and raised both of her hands before her, casting a Firaga level spell their way.&nbsp; The resulting fireball that erupted from her hand was the equivalent of a small block of dynamite going off, which quickly consumed a large portion of the ground, leaving nothing left of the enemy beasts but smoldering ruins which quickly turned to ash which in turn blew away in the wind.&nbsp; About to go further on the road before her, Giselle was stopped when a strange metal bladed weapon planted itself by her face right into the tree she was looking at.&nbsp; Pulling it free, she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at what it said in elven.&nbsp; "You've been invited to DOA."&nbsp; A small map appeared as if by magic out of the yellow lighted center, displaying where it was she was supposed to go.&nbsp; Normally she would have ignored it but her heart nearly stopped when a very brief of her father's face appeared in her mind when she touched the device.&nbsp; "Whoever you people are, if you have anything to do with my father's disappearance, then rest assured I'll be there.&nbsp; You can count on it."<br><br>((Get an introduction going first before we move on.&nbsp; Thanks!&nbsp; I'll get a viable Tournament area going in the meantime, promise.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 08:32:08</strong>
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				<strong>1331 Hours. Current Location: Quarantine Zone Alpha, California. Second Contestant's Name: Emma Windsor.</strong><br><br>"So you're saying Amnesia is not a common thing to happen to Revenants?" A rather spry, young black man asked the excited, very young man in the lab coat, all eyes turning to the lithe, almost gaunt figure in the black lace dress. The young scientist looked over to the lace-y figure and smiled, nodding some.<br><br>"That's exactly what I'm saying. I've interviewed dozens of Revenants, and every single one of them can tell me about their past lives. It makes Emma both an interesting, and slightly disturbing case." From behind the pale figure, another woman approached, her brown hair pulled into a pony tail.<br><br>"Is this something we should be concerned about? I mean... will she... relapse?"<br><br>"No. No, she won't." The scientist spoke firmly, confident in his position. "The F.E.V., while constantly evolving, is fairly predictable. It either turns people, or doesn't. It's done with Emma, that much we can all be sure of." He turned to type on a console behind him, making some notes. "I would, however, like to get some first hand notes about how you handle yourself in a fight though, Emma. It might mean life or death for you." He motioned for her to follow, leading her to a large room just off the lab. "This is a sort of... disposal site for some of the test subjects when we're done with them. Get some of the Revenants or Mundanes in here to let off some steam, but it'll do for a crash combat course. Marie!" He called up to a booth above him.&nbsp; "Let's start with something easy." One of the doors on the other side of the room opened, several of the mindless, swarming Common Infected staggering out. They picked up the woman's scent right away, roaring and beginning to run towards her.<br><br>"Just don't die, alright?" The Scientist smiled some, prompting the girl to roll her eyes. The first of the unlucky bastards to reach her was sliced across it's face, the claw strike breaking it's jaw off at the joint, dislodging most of the rest of the skull from it's spine. The body gave a dull thud as it fell to the floor. The second and third, the girl eviscerated with a single swipe from her hand, splitting stomachs open. The forth one was simply decapitated with a single powerful strike. The scientist made some notes, but said not a word.<br><br>"Marie, open cage three, please. We need to get rid of that thing, anyway."<br><br>"What's in Cage three?" Emma, the lanky woman in the black dress asked. The scientist only smiling as a response. From within cage three as it opened came a shout of rage, an Infected with a massive upper torso mass stumbled about and began to hobble towards Emma much like a monkey does, on it's knuckles. She had little time to react, turning around in time to catch it's fist with her gut, sending her flying into a wall. "Ow..." She muttered, standing to her feet once more. "That hurt..." Her fingers flexed, the claws she had twitched as she thought of what to do. As the large monkey stumbled it's way over to punch her again, she leapt to the side and caught her claw in it's shoulder, using it's inertia to hoist herself on it's back.<br><br>It took the creature a solid few second to realize what had happened, and at that time, Emma was already carving massive gashes in it's back, blood pouring from the wounds. It's movements slowed to a halt, and it's body eventually slumped down. The scientist nodded, satisfied.<br><br>"Very good, Emma. why don't you get some rest, and we'll speak in the morning."<br><br>-<br><br>Emma had very little time to sleep. As a matter of fact, is was just as her head hit the pillow, that a strange figure appeared in her room. "Good afternoon..." He paused, taking a sharp breath in. "Ms. Windsor." He finished. Stepping into what little light there was, Emma saw the very malnourished face of a thin man in a black suit, a suitcase in one hand. He stood before her, and adjusted his tie. "I trust I find you well this day...?" He trailed off.<br><br>"What do you want?" She had asked, the man only offering a weak smile.<br><br>"I'm afraid my needs... are outweighed by the needs of my employers... Ms Windsor..." He spoke, taking in another raspy inhalation. "I saw your little... display this afternoon, and I am quite impressed. My employers need you for a special..." He stretched out the sound of someone who was thinking, jammed on only able to repeat the 'uh' of a stalled brain. "Competition.<br><br>"Not intersted." She answer plainly.<br><br>"We can compensate you quite effectively..." He droned again, putting the briefcase on her bed, opening it and pulling out a vial. "We can remove your little... memory lapse... if you choose." She looked at the vial, then to the man, then back at the vial, then to the man one last time.<br><br>"What do I have to do?" Smiling, he took an envelope from his jacket pocket, handing it to her.<br><br>"Be at this location tomorrow at the assigned time we'll... see to it you get your just rewards..." She looked at the paper, a room number and a time scrawled on it.<br><br>"Where's-" She began, looking up with another question, but the man was gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 19:07:01</strong>
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				((Was listening to Indestructible when I wrote this one.&nbsp; Take a guess lol.))<br><br><strong>1400 Hours Current Location;&nbsp; Spira, during the Everlasting Calm.&nbsp; Besaid Island.&nbsp; Third Contestant's name;&nbsp; Yuna, High Summoner Braska's Daughter....</strong><br><br>Lady Yuna, Yuna the singer, and Yuna the Sphere Hunter.&nbsp; These names and more she knew of and accepted stoically as she looked out the window of the airship Celsius which was being driven by Brother, Rikku's brother to be precise.&nbsp; Rikku was a cousin since her father, High Summoner Braska, had married an Al Bhed woman and Yuna had been the result of that union between a summoner of Yevon and an 'unclean' member of the Al Bhed, machina tinkerers who used the forbidden tech to do tasks otherwise impossible, such as lifting up an ancient airship from the ocean to use later during the war against Sin.&nbsp; If it hadn't have been for that and so many other things along her journey as a summoner with her dear friends and Guardians, the peace Spira knew now would not have existed....nor would she have met him, a 'dream' created by the Fayths who had been constantly asleep thanks to Yu Yevon's influence and using their power to make Sin again and again when it was destroyed by the Final Aeon.&nbsp; The cycle had been broken, the 'spiral of death' ended thanks to the actions of Yuna and her companions during such a tumultuous time, and now things were settling down yet again after the destruction of Vegnagun, an ancient machina of terrible power that had been as powerful if not more so than Sin itself.<br><br>That had been one adventure too many, but again if not for herself, Rikku, and Paine, they wouldn't be there now, going to a festival held once a year to commemorate the fall of Sin once and for all, and she was the guest of honor.&nbsp; However, they weren't going to make the party on time.&nbsp; Something big flashed across the window to her room, and Yuna knew what it was from rumors heard about a giant red wyvern that had taken to flying around Besaid island at irregular intervals.&nbsp; Dragons were no strange occurrence, but this one was strange to Spira since it didn't follow any known behaviors of the species.&nbsp; Normally they nested, ate wild fiends weaker than they, and bred more if their eggs weren't smashed or eaten by predators.&nbsp; This one didn't have a mate and just seemed content to cause havoc with airships like the Celsius, bringing them down from the sky to watch them burn.&nbsp; Before Brother's voice echoed over the speakers, Yuna had already grabbed her equipment and was already heading to the roof of the ship to deal with the threat.&nbsp; "Yuna!&nbsp; We have a problem!"<br><br>"I know Brother.&nbsp; I'm heading up top to take it down.&nbsp; Just keep us on a steady course!"&nbsp; She shouted back, heading up the elevator and holding on for dear life when Brother had to make a sharp turn to the right to avoid a fireball from the beast.&nbsp; It had an uncanny awareness for a wyvern as well, but that didn't bother the former summoner as she drew out her twin pistols as her Gunner Dresssphere took form around her body.&nbsp; Switching Dress Spheres was quite weird at first, especially for those that watched it happen as one outfit faded and another formed right behind the old one, but for Yuna it was second nature, if that since she'd been doing it for so long.&nbsp; The doors opened and the girl jumped forward as another fire ball flew right into the elevator shaft she had just left, barely avoiding getting singed in the process as she landed on her feet, guns blazing with a hail of well aimed bullets.&nbsp; This was something new for the wyvern as it gave a startled roar and flew off to avoid getting shredded, but it still felt pain as Yuna landed more than a dozen hits in that short time.&nbsp; It appeared again on the right side of the ship, clouds passing by at a fast pace as it tried to slam down on the roof, but Yuna was having none of that as she pulled the triggers to her guns in another wild burst, keeping it at bay and off the Celsius.&nbsp; If it had landed, the entire ship would have gone down because of the thing's size and obvious weight as it opened its wings wide to fly off again, only giving the Gunner a bigger target to hit.<br><br>Again its wings were torn into, making flying difficult thanks to the many holes punched through its leathery hide, and it was losing a fair amount of blood in the process thanks to the girl's pinpoint accuracy.&nbsp; The chest was heavily armored, but Yuna knew the head and stomach were also weaknesses to the beast before her from past encounters with its kind, and it was proven true here as it flew in again only to get turned back as it was rained down upon by Yuna's weapons of choice.&nbsp; It might have been considered machina weaponry once upon a time, and thus forbidden, but she was grateful for their power now as the dragon was turned back again and again.&nbsp; It tried to dive bomb her next, spitting balls of fire one right after another as it strafed the ship, but it didn't get the chance as Yuna jumped onto its back as it passed, narrowly avoiding getting toasted in the process.&nbsp; Gving another startled scream, the dragon turned its serpentine neck about and was just in time to receive ten more slugs down its opened mouth and into its brain.&nbsp; That was the end of it as the ship passed underneath the fading beast, many points of multicolored lights forming as it died, which were called Pyreflies.&nbsp; Better known as spirits of the dead that had collected and formed into the dying beast, Yuna landed on her hands and knees back on the Celsius, a little out of breath from that intense aerial fight, but otherwise alright beyond smelling like smoke and ash.&nbsp; "You're ALIVE!&nbsp; HAHA!&nbsp; I knew you could do it Yuna!"<br><br>She could only shake her head in amusement at Brother's enthusiasm but was interrupted in her own reverie as a bladed weapon slammed home at her feet, displaying words in the yellow center.&nbsp; "What's this thing?"&nbsp; She wandered aloud as she holstered her guns and picked the thing up, seeing the same thing that Giselle had earlier.&nbsp; A map similar to what the others had seen appeared in a holographic projection from the center of the ninja like star she held in her hand, and then a face of her heart's true love appeared, and Yuna nearly dropped it.&nbsp; "Brother, we have to go somewhere else.&nbsp; Set a course for Mushroom Rock Road."<br><br>"What why?&nbsp; We're nearly to Besaid Island!"&nbsp; Yuna went down to the cockpit and Brother looked into her mix matched eyes and knew he'd just better shut up and do as she said.&nbsp; Something was up, and if he had to guess, it was to do with Tidus and why he had gone missing without a trace.&nbsp; He would have been right as well.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 23:18:49</strong>
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				<strong>Time: 1212 Hours<br>Location: Gestahlian Empire<br>Fourth Contestant:&nbsp; Terra Branford.</strong><br><br>Terra could feel nothing but pressure clawing at the inside of her skull.&nbsp; It was like something was trying to get in.&nbsp; Or out, perhaps.&nbsp; Six friends stood around her discussing their recent victory against the empire and the Esper they had protected but she could not understand any of their words.&nbsp; She felt something from the Esper in front of her but could not describe what it was she felt.&nbsp; The pressure in her head built more and she found herself taking steps away from the magical item in front of her.&nbsp; When her movement captured the eyes of her friends, the brothers Edgar and Sabin moved to her side and she felt rather than saw Locke move to stand directly in front of her.<br><br>"Terra!!&nbsp; What is it?"&nbsp; Locke's words fell on deaf ears as the very air around the group started to pulse with a faint blue light.&nbsp; Her mind registered that Locke flew from the path between her and the Esper but she could not take her eyes away from the frozen being to assure herself he was alright.&nbsp; The pulsing of blue light stopped for a moment and somehow through the pressure building in her head she heard a soft scuffling and quickly she was surrounded by all six of her newly acquainted friends.<br><br>"Nooo!!"&nbsp; The words were ripped out of her throat without her permission and a giant shock wave threw each of her friends away from her and the Esper.&nbsp; The pressure began again, this time softly calling her.&nbsp; She put one foot closer and another as she was slowly being pulled towards whatever was calling to her.&nbsp; Any thought she might have had was drowned out as the pressure intensified as she stood at the Esper.<br><br>"Terra and the Esper..."&nbsp; She heard Sabin's strained voice somewhere behind her breaking whatever thought she had been trying to form.<br><br>"There's... some kind of reaction!"&nbsp; Terra ignored Edgar's comment as she concentrated hard on something that was tickling the back of her mind.&nbsp; The pulsing blue light began again and a memory slipped through her mind like water.&nbsp; The harder she focused on it the faster the blue light pulsed and the more slippery it became.<br><br>"What!? What am I feeling?"&nbsp; She spoke directly to the Esper pinpointing it as the source of all of the pressure.&nbsp; The tickling in her mind increased and she could almost hear words.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Huh? W... ... what's going on... ...?"&nbsp; She looked at the Esper desperately demanding information but things it was trying to tell were still to fuzzy to understand.&nbsp; "Please... ... tell me!&nbsp; Who am I? WHO?"<br><br>"Terra!" The pressure in Terra's head block her ears from hearing her name from Locke's lips.&nbsp; She wished she could turn to him and explain the importance of this moment so he would not be concerned but the Esper held her trapped.<br>&nbsp;<br>"An Esper... ... I can actually feel its mind... ..." Celes words stayed on the edge of her thoughts.&nbsp; If the Esper had the same effect on her perhaps there was nothing for Terra to worry about.&nbsp; Maybe the Esper was just trying to communicate with any one infused with magic.&nbsp; She watched as the Esper started to pulse with the blue light unaware that she was pulsing with the same blue light in exact sync.<br><br>"Terra, step away from the Esper"&nbsp; She wanted do follow Edgar's orders but she could not make herself step back she was held by the Esper in some sort of magic she could not escape.&nbsp; She felt a moment of peace as the pressure and tickling inside her mind stopped suddenly.&nbsp; She hung in that one moment of time knowing that something was about to happen.&nbsp; In the silence the anticipation built and slowly the moment splintered as her whole body lit fire.&nbsp; The same fire that surrounded her surrounded the Esper and she was surprised to find there was no pain, from the blue flames, just an almost pleasant sensation of heat.&nbsp; When lightening reached out form the Esper's fire and connected to her own pain erupted everywhere in her body.&nbsp; She felt her mind being flayed and torn to shreds as her skin seem to rip from her body.<br><br>The others watched on wordlessly as Terra completed her transformation.&nbsp; Whatever had been Terra spun around in circles and for what reason they did not know.&nbsp; None of them had time to react as the pink animalistic human form flew away from them.<br><br><strong>Time: 1437 Hours<br>Location: Unknown<br>Fourth Contestant:&nbsp; Terra Branford.</strong><br><br>Terra jumped awake with a sharp in take of breath.&nbsp; She turned over from her stomach with a loud groan as every muscle in her body screamed a protest.&nbsp; What had happened?&nbsp; Where was she?&nbsp; Bits of memory flashed into her mind: the feel of air on her face as she flew around,&nbsp; a feeling of being wild and free, the hum of magic, a strange looking pink form in a mirror, and an immense feeling of magical power.&nbsp; Her brain felt full of wool as she set up trying to grasp at particular memories but as they slipped through her hands much like they had done before she gave up.&nbsp; The woman stood slowly taking her surroundings carefully.&nbsp; She seemed to be in a forest of some sort.&nbsp; Pine trees surrounded her completely and the sun was barely peaking through the limbs of the towering trees.&nbsp; Where were her friends?&nbsp; Feeling a moment of unease she pulled her sword Ragnarök from her belt.&nbsp; She took comfort from the blade as her unease was confirmed by the ground shaking at her feet.&nbsp; It stopped for a moment then began again.&nbsp; Footsteps.<br><br>She planted her feet firmly on the soft forest floor and began reciting known spells her head.&nbsp; Her natural magic ability kept her from having to complete a ritual saying for what ever magic she thought to use would began to materialize immediately unlike other magical users she had met.&nbsp; She put all thoughts of magic abilities aside and completed her list prepared for whatever was about to happen.&nbsp; Terra cast Cure on herself to erase all signs of fatigue before she raised her weapon&nbsp; to a fighting stance just as a creature (http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/177/9/d/Anima__Humbaba_golem_by_Wen_M.jpg) exploded through the trees.&nbsp; She did not bother reacting to the hideousness of the creature she just immediately charged it.&nbsp; <br><br>The thing seemed slightly surprised by her charge but did not slow its trek towards her.&nbsp; When they met the monster swung at Terra, intent or grabbing her by the waste, but she lowered her body and slid easily underneath his arm and between his legs.&nbsp; She stood and turned hoping to&nbsp; come face to face with his back but he surprised her by already having turned around.&nbsp; She jumped backwards barely missing its other arm.&nbsp; Her jaw clenched in frustration as she circled the beast.&nbsp; She had not even landed a blow.&nbsp; Terra thought Lightening and bolts hit the creature squarely in the chest.&nbsp; It did little to phase the thing as it reached for her once again and she ducked his claws once again but this time she followed the motion of his arm with her Ragnarök and easily slicing through the it's thick fur on the back of its hand.&nbsp; It stood more wearily of her this time but it did not slow its efforts in trying to catch her.&nbsp; Terra thought quickly.&nbsp; She needed more time.<br><br>Slow, the thought entered her mind with force and the creatures movements became sluggish as if it was trying to struggle threw slime and her breath became easier as she quickly circled behind it.&nbsp; She jumped up onto the beasts back and placed Ragnarök at&nbsp; the thing's neck.&nbsp; But before she could end the creatures life it managed to fight through the slow spell.&nbsp; She thought about the creatures stone-like armor and hated herself for assuming a grey spell would stop the creature for long.&nbsp; All the air was squeezed out of her lungs as the beast reached up and put its hands around her chest.&nbsp; It lifted her above it's head and threw her like a rag doll into a far away tree.&nbsp; As she slid down to the ground fatigue hit her again.&nbsp; She cast cure once again, knowing that if she did not end this quickly she may not survive.<br><br>She all the magic she could hold comfortably and then started to gather more.&nbsp; Something strange started to happen as her body warmed up.&nbsp; Holding magic had always been easy for her but usually by the time she held this much she was sweating.&nbsp; If anything she could hold more and she did.&nbsp; Soon she recognized that the magic was calling her name and she called back intoxicated with the power she felt.&nbsp; Her body caught fire but this time there was no pain as she transformed.&nbsp; She looked down at her now pink hands in awe.&nbsp; What was going on.&nbsp; The creature roared it's frustration at her before starting quickly towards her.&nbsp; A bit of wildness hit her in response to the beasts roar and her feet lifted off the ground.&nbsp; Terra thought Pearl, Flare, Meteor, and Ultima, her four most powerful spells, consecutively at the creature and it finally began to show signs of distress.&nbsp; She readies another attack and almost as if the creature could feel the magic building it turned and&nbsp; ran back into the woods.<br><br>Terra felt the power and relished in it she had never felt so alive until suddenly all the magic left her and she hit the ground with a hard thud drained of almost all but a tiny reserve of energy.&nbsp; The toll she did not feel as an Esper was ten fold what it should be after reverting back to her human form.&nbsp; She laid where she had fallen too tired to do anything but breath and that was only because it was a mere necessity.&nbsp; Something landed in her out stretched hand and she had to fight to bring it to her face.&nbsp; It was... It was something.&nbsp; Her curiosity getting the better of her she somehow managed to pull herself up into a sitting position.&nbsp; It was some circular object with symbols on it.<br><br>"What strange symbols... I wonder what they mean?"&nbsp; As if the object had heard her words the symbols she could not read faded and were replaced by a simple arrow pointing to her left.&nbsp; She looked in that direction unsure of what to do.&nbsp; Clearly this was a sign from someone trying to lead her somewhere.&nbsp; But who?&nbsp; And to where?&nbsp; She took a deep breath and decided to follow where ever the arrow pointed.&nbsp; Perhaps it would lead her to a place where she could easily find her friends and she thought about getting up.&nbsp; But at the mere thought her limbs seemed heavier.&nbsp; She laid back down to rest with the intent to figure out the mystery of the arrow when she had recovered enough to move properly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 03:48:57</strong>
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				((Just to get the place set up real fast.&nbsp; There will be more threads like Dorms, Baths, and stuff like that, but for the most part this will be our fight thread so don't lose it.))<br><br><strong>DOA Island.....</strong><br><br>Five hours out from New York City LAX's airport was the island that the invitations and the messengers had stemmed from.&nbsp; The place was ten miles across from stem to stern as well as aft to port, surrounded by a thick jungle save for a couple of cleared paths leading to the giant Japanese styled mansion that the Dead Or Alive Tournament would be held and the contestants kept in the lap of luxury while the fights were commencing.&nbsp; Fighters from all over the world, and beyond, had been invited to this one tournament.&nbsp; The prize was quite worth it for some, but others had a more personal stake in this considering certain contestants would be seeking revenge, while others would be looking for loved ones.&nbsp; Baiting them had been easy based on psychological profiles done by DOATEC's team of researchers as well as surveillance probes sent through their new stable wormholes they had developed for this very reason.&nbsp; A couple had been lost because people had seen them flying over the sky and had thought them strange metal demons on those occasions, but DOATEC had learned fast and had kept them far out of reach after that.&nbsp; Course, it helped to conceal their cover when the probes burst into flames and left no trace behind to say where they had come from.<br><br>(http://images.wikia.com/deadoralive/images/3/36/Helena_DOA3.jpg)<br><br>Helena Douglas watched from the top floor of the mansion that had been built from the ground up to house this year's tournament.&nbsp; Considering past history with Ryu and Hayate's and the Mugen Tenshin Ninja Clan, she was taking a great risk she knew to invite either one of them.&nbsp; Still, considering her near fatal end at her last home, she felt she owed the ninja an apology if nothing else....at least that's what she told herself anyway.&nbsp; The wormhole technology, when she decided to make it public knowledge, would garner her much in the way of power and wealth but she wasn't prepared to hand it over to anyone yet since one, she'd need to return the fighters that were coming in from different realities back home, and two...well, that would come later.&nbsp; For now, there was much work to be done and more invites to send.&nbsp; Standing behind a line of computer banks with several men and women of varying ethnic backgrounds, Helena nodded her blonde head of hair once as she started to give a few orders.&nbsp; "Send the next invitation to Ryu.&nbsp; If he's not already on his way here, then I would be surprised.&nbsp; Also, open another portal to where we found our half Drow.&nbsp; The next contestant is to a half man by the name of Tyger.&nbsp; The information is on your computers, I suggest you put it to good use since it was not easy to find the man to begin with."&nbsp; Considering he was able to shift between a human and a tiger form, either halfway to a full form of the majestic creature, it had been indeed extremely difficult to find him since he was almost as good as Ryu at hiding in plain sight.&nbsp; This tournament would be the most grueling and challenging yet given the strength of some of the fighters she had seen in action from the probes hovering over them this entire time that she had taken an interest in them.&nbsp; Even the mighty Ryu would find them difficult opponents this year.<br><br>(http://www.privateislandsmag.com/wp-content/gallery/big-island-ontario/big-island-ontario3.jpg)<br><br>(http://cdn.wn.com/pd/cd/7b/e2281493f2e1ac703d14944205f2_grande.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 04:39:00</strong>
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				Emma's head was swimming as she followed the instructions the strange man had left her. This was a room inside the Quarantine Zone, this much she knew. It was rather late, and she was extremely tired, but the promise of getting her memories back... it was too good to pass up. There it was... Room 17-A-05. She opened the door to a strange blue light swimming across all four walls. She quickly stepped in and closed the door, looking about.<br><br>"Ah... Ms. Windsor... you arrived..." Came the strange voice of the man from before, standing before a swirling blue portal sustaining itself on a wall opposite the door. "So good to see." He adjusted his tie again and stepped towards Emma. "Before you step into the portal... Ms. Windsor, I want to tell you what you're going to experience." Stopping before Emma, he opened his briefcase and pulled out a piece of paper, closing the case and dropping it to his side. He handed Emma the paper. "Have you heard of the Dead... or Alive Tournament?" The Witch Revenant shook her head mechanically as she read over what was on the paper, an overview of the tournament.<br><br>"It's a tournament that's... taken place on an alternate earth from this one... one that I think you'll appreciate in that..." He gave a sharp inhale that chilled Emma's bones. "..Special way." This man had no emotions in his eyes, and spoke eerily. "I will give you the... freedom of choice to choose where you will... arrive in this world. You can either arrive in a place you can rest or... maybe someplace to eat. Either way I think you'll find something to meet both of your... carnal needs."<br><br>"Carnal needs? What are you talking about?" The man only adjusted his tie and moved towards the portal.<br><br>"The choice is yours, Ms. Windsor. Step through the portal or..." He inhaled again. "Never really know the truth..." Watching the man intently, she walked towards the portal, putting a hand through it slowly, then retracting it. "Step through, or never know..." He repeated. She inhaled some, faced the portal, and stepped in.<br><br>Traveling through this portal felt as though she was being pulled in seven different directions, without anything ever touching her. She felt an intense cold as she moved, the swimming tunnel which she passed was nauseating, and when the trip ended seconds after it began, she was expelled, face-first, into a carpeted floor. "Oooooowwwwww...." She groaned, fighting to her feet slowly. This room she was in... she recognized. It was similar to where she came from, but considerably cleaner. She looked around, noticing a large sign which read 'LAX'.<br><br>"Quarantine Zone Alpha still?" She droned to herself, looking around. "No... too clean." Holding her head, she tried to shake the headache she gained from entry. There was a rope line set up to a gate, which read 'Dead Or Alive' in large letters above the gate. "Is this where I'm supposed to go?" Looking about for anyone else, she hoped beyond hope that she was not the only one here. After all, you can't have a tournament with just one person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 04:59:39</strong>
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				Giselle and Yuna both found portals at their own destinations.&nbsp; The half Drow found hers on the edge of the Silver Marshes, just north of the border from Mithral Hall.&nbsp; Whoever had set this up had wanted to be sure that the road wouldn't be found by accident considering it was in the middle of nowhere, away from any of the main roads and trade routes.&nbsp; The portal was in the air just an inch above the ground, and it looked like a pool of water that somehow defied gravity.&nbsp; "Ok, this is out of my league a bit."&nbsp; She was about to say more when the bladed weapon that had found her after the troll attack flew off on its own, heading through on its own volition.&nbsp; "Well, that answers my question."&nbsp; Without a moment's hesitation, Giselle Do'Urden, daughter of Drizzt Do'Urden, stepped through the portal and almost regretted it when her world was spun upside down, on its side, and five other directions at once before being spit out in another world completely.&nbsp; Groaning as she fell at a woman's feet face first as well, a woman with black skin almost as dark as her own, the half Drow immediately rolled to her feet and looked the girl in the eyes, asking her a question in elven without even thinking about it.&nbsp; To Emma's ears, it would sound quite beautiful but altogether untelligable...at least at first.<br><br>"What and who are you and where in the Nine Hells am I?&nbsp; Are you Drow, some kind of demon, or what?"&nbsp; Her hands hovered above her blades' hilts that weer strapped to her seductively shaped hips.&nbsp; Her chest was covered in black mithril chainmail that moved like a second skin to the seasoned warrior as she stared at the deadly claws this...thing possessed, unsure of what to call her.&nbsp; Realizing her mistake and having her heart calm down a bit, Giselle chanted in elven for a moment until a light flourished around the woman and the next time Giselle spoke, she was understood.&nbsp; "Sorry bout that.&nbsp; My name is Giselle Do'Urden, and I can see that you are not a member of my dark sknned race, the Drow or dark elf if you prefer.&nbsp; Still, I am curious as to what you are since I have never seen anything quite like you."&nbsp; Holding out her hand though it was a bit awkward considering the claws, Giselle offered a warm smile as she looked the girl in the eyes, her own brown ones lighting up until another woman appeared out of the same wormhole....<br><br>Yuna groaned as she fell out of the hole that had been hanging over a cliff in the rocky terrain that marked Mushroom Rock Road for what it was, a pass through rock and stone that laid beside the great sea.&nbsp; Standing up and gasping at the sight of two of the strangest people she had ever seen, the former summoner looked to Emma to Giselle and back again.&nbsp; "I'm sorry, but where am I and who are you two?&nbsp; I received this strange machina bladed weapon that flew away when I approached the....gateway.&nbsp; You must be here for the Tournament as well.&nbsp; My name is Yuna.&nbsp; I am High Summoner Braska's daughter."&nbsp; When she got nothing but a dull and dumbfounded look for her trouble, Yuna blushed a bit as Giselle shook the lady's hand all the same.&nbsp; There was strength in that hand....just like his.&nbsp; No, he was alive, she knew it in her heart and mind, just as Giselle knew her own father was alive.&nbsp; "So, do you two know what's going on and why we were summoned here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 05:31:21</strong>
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				Drow. This was not a word that was foreign to Emma. The young scientist who was assisting her often spoke of Drow, Elves, and other mythical creatures in manners that seemed almost intently aware of them, but she always shook them off as mere stories. Emma was a touch shocked to see these two new people, both decidedly humanoid, but very different from herself. Were they Revenants? Or something else? Carefully taking the dark-skinned woman's hand, careful not to cut her, she gave it a light shake, smiling.<br><br>"My name is Emma Windsor, I'm... well... I'm a Witch Revenant. If it's too confusing, you can just call me Emma. I might look creepy, or disturbing to you... but let me tell you that I'm friendly." Her introduction was interrupted by the entrance of another woman. Smiling, Emma was starting to feel a little more comfortable with new people. It wasn't the first time she'd met new friends, and she hoped it wouldn't be the last.<br><br>"I'm sorry, you'll both have to excuse me, this might seem a little rude but..." She gave a careless point to Yuna and started again. "Machina? High Summoner? I'm sorry but... these are words that are alien to me..." She rolled her eyes. "And I can imagine that I'm not an everyday sight where you're from. If... you have some time... I can explain to the best of my abilities what I am..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 05:47:23</strong>
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				"I'd love to hear the story and I wouldn't mind sharing my own as well.&nbsp; Ask what you will and I'll answer as I can"&nbsp; Giselle replied, she too glad to have met a couple of new people she hoped she'd be able to call friends, even if they wound up fighting each other before this was over.&nbsp; Emma did seem friendly despite her unearthly appearance, but Giselle had seen far scarier in her three hundred years of life, and many more awaited her before her life would end unless blade or poison found her first, which was unlikely at best.<br><br>Yuna felt a bit more sure of herself now that things were progressing as both warriors in their own way examined the airport they were located in.&nbsp; Neither one had seen anything like this place, well Giselle more so at least but Yuna wasn't too far behind her on that as her green and blue eyes tried to take in everything.&nbsp; Neither one had heard of a Witch Revenant, but it didn't matter to Yuna really what Emma was, so long as she stayed friendly of course.&nbsp; When asked what she meant about machina and summoner, the high summoner giggled as she put a hand to her own lips before letting it drop to her right hip, right above her pistol holster on that side.&nbsp; "I too must apologize for not explaining myself as well.&nbsp; A summoner where I come from, prays to beings called Fayths that grant us powers over creatures with great strength and magical abilities.&nbsp; I can call forth these creatures when I need their aid to fight back fiends, or collected masses of those that have died but have not been shown the way to the afterlife and thus been allowed to grow a fierce hatred of the living, thus turning them into monsters that stalk the land of where I call home.&nbsp; It's a cycle that summoners can break if the fiends are destroyed and their spirits shown the way to the Farplane.&nbsp; Machina, or machines, were once considered forbidden by the religion I once followed with all of my heart and soul....until someone showed me another way."<br><br>"You're a priestess then, of a sort.&nbsp; Huh, never would have guessed in that get up."&nbsp; Giselle replied, eliciting a small chuckle since it was true that Yuna wasn't wearing her Summoner robes or wielding her staff at that moment.&nbsp; Still, the half Drow noticed a slight edge to Yuna's tone, as if she was hiding something or trying to hold something back and not doing a good job of it either.&nbsp; She'd ask her about it later if Emma didn't do it first, but for now she let Yuna keep her peace since she too had something to hide so as not to appear weak as they turned to Emma next.&nbsp; "So, what about you Emma?&nbsp; Care to share a bit about yourself?"&nbsp; She wasn't about to share anything of her own life without being prompted first...and even then Giselle wasn't sure she'd share everything so freely as Yuna had already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 06:52:43</strong>
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				Emma listened to the woman named Yuna, and with each term and word she spoke, her head only spun more. She managed to make hide or head of about what she was trying to convey, but couldn't make out details. She had hardly noticed when topic of conversation had turned to her, and offered a smile initially.<br><br>"I'm still trying to really figure out who or what I am myself... but I can share what I do know..." She collected her thoughts and figured out where to begin. "Two weeks ago... in my world, anyway, a man by the name of Jake Ballenfield unwillingly unleashed a virus on civilization. The original purpose behind the virus was to... rewrite human DNA..." She wasn't sure if these girls knew what DNA was, so she explained that too. "DNA is the kind of... source code, or element that makes what we are what we are. Anyway, the virus was originally designed to rewrite Human DNA to make us less violent or unnecessarily aggressive. Unfortunately, the F.E.V... Forced Evolutionary Virus... the F.E.V. evolved past it's original design and, instead of making humans less aggressive, it made them MORE aggressive, almost feral, rabid." She paused here to breathe, and be sure the others were still with her.<br><br>"Now, the F.E.V. affects different people differently. Some, it turns into what would probably best be described as a Zombie, a mindless, eternally angry killing machine... much like your Fiends... Others... aren't so lucky. Others get turned into what he called Revenants... humans who have contracted the F.E.V., change physically... but retain their humanity and mind. Among the infected are what he called Progenitor Strains, more rare, durable variations of the F.E.V. One such strain is the Witch. I've never seen one myself, but they are apparently so blinded by sorrow, that they'll attack anything that catches their sight. To attract a Witch's attention, I'm told, is instant death." She inhaled again.<br><br>"I don't... even know if Emma Windsor's my real name. Hell, I know it's not. I can't remember much about my past, and I was brought here with the promise that I would learn. I know I look... scary, but let me assure you, I mean no harm to those who mean me the same." She gave a soft smile and nodded. "And I think the three of us will get along fine." Emma took a seat on one of the chairs and looked about.<br><br>"This place is familiar to me. It exists in my world, but it is different. Here, it's an airport... where I'm from, it's one of the only safe bastions of humanity left, a quarantined zone, designed to keep the infected out, and the uninfected safe." She turned to Giselle and her face lit up. "Tell me about your home. I've... heard about your people from Jake, he speaks constantly of the mythical and fantastic..." She cupped her mouth with a hand. "Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to say you weren't real but... where I'm from... we do not have your people... I didn't mean to offend..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 07:33:40</strong>
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				((This is my last post of the night so everyone else can catch up at their own rates.&nbsp; I'll probably be busy or unable to get to a comp for most of the morning and possibly afternoon anyway so it'll give you guys and gals time to catch up as it were lol.&nbsp; Anyway, thanks for the posts so far everyone and hope this keeps up.))<br><br>Yuna and Giselle both sat down on either side of Emma and listened to the girl's story as best as they could.&nbsp; Yuna understood slightly better than her dark elven companion, but Giselle was able to keep up all the same since she was extremely intelligent for a 'back worlder', so to speak.&nbsp; It made sense that a plague could wipe out a world, but to transform those same people into beasts seemed a bit far fetched even for Giselle to accept at face value.<br><br>Still, she wasn't stubborn or bull headed to deny the possibilities of such a powerful plague, but it did raise a question for Giselle that she wanted an answer to if at all possible.&nbsp; "Ok, so you were transformed into this thing we see before us.&nbsp; Are you contagious by any chance?&nbsp; There's sicknesses where I come from that are, but we've never had anything like this F.E.V you've talked about.&nbsp; I hope we never do either from the sounds of it.&nbsp; Still, you seem alright and I too hope we can be allies if nothing else considering what is likely at stake for all of us."<br><br>Yuna nodded and put a hand on the Emma's shoulder, knowing all about memory loss since when Sin was still active, those that got near it and survived had all sorts of issues with their memory after they got away.&nbsp; It wasn't unheard of by any means.&nbsp; "I see, so you suffer from a form of memory loss because of what the F.E.V did to you.&nbsp; Are you sure...remembering is a good thing however?&nbsp; Maybe there is a reason why you forgot what it was you were before?"&nbsp; She wasn't trying to belittle Emma's wish to find her past again, but she had a funny feeling that it would be better if Emma never remembered who she once was.<br><br>Giselle waved Emma off and chuckled since it didn't offend her at all in the least.&nbsp; "Hey, don't worry about it Emma.&nbsp; Where I come from, I will admit the Drow are rarely welcomed because of the reputation they earned by their own evil actions and deeds over countless years.&nbsp; Dark elves and light elves alike live for many many years, sometimes though rarely for the Drow, a couple thousand years.&nbsp; I have a long life ahead of me yet, and I'm only 300 years old.&nbsp; I guess you didn't ask for my own personal history, but I don't know where to start because my world is so much more bountiful in terms of what creatures there are, both friendly and otherwise.&nbsp; It'd take a lifetime to go over everything that I've done as well as what I've experienced, needless to say."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 08:20:09</strong>
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				The darker-skinned woman's question caught Emma off guard. Contagious? "Jake... said that the recent evolutions of the F.E.V. were spread through either contaminated water... or... oh, what did he call it? 'Salavitic Intrusion to the Blood'? Something like that... basically, as long as you're not bitten by a Non-Revenant carrier, you should be fine. Something about Revenants makes us unable to pass on the F.E.V., no matter how hard we try." She could understand the Drow's concern. After all, the primary cause of the native American's decimation during the early years of America's settlement was disease brought by the Europeans...<br><br>The feeling of the other's woman's hand on her shoulder prompted a smile from the Revenant, but her question brought a frown right after. "You sound just like Jake. 'Some things are best left unanswered, Emma.' and 'Don't ask the question if you really don't want to know the answer'. I understand your concern but... if I don't know who I am... how can I tell what I'll be? I hate not knowing, and it's tearing me up inside..."<br><br>Listening to the Drow tell her her age... three hundred?! She barely looked a day over 20. But she could understand how she felt. It must be maddening living for so long. It was kind of how Emma imagined her life was going to be. She'll stay just like this, a photograph, frozen from time.<br><br>"Three hundred? Really? Your people live for a while, then?" She nodded. "Aye, as do mine... Jake called it the Polaroid Effect. I'll remain just like I am, frozen in time, and never die by natural means." She gave a weak smile which hid her latent sadness at the thought. "You and I are just like sisters, then. Maybe when this silly tournament is over, you and I can watch Humanity get old and die together, huh?" It was a weak response, filtered from a weak need to find someone to connect to, even if they were from another galaxy or dimension. She settled back in her seat, waiting for the tournament to begin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>12-03-2011, 09:34:43</strong>
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				<strong>0600 Hours.&nbsp; Current Location: Somewhere on the Mississippi River, Earth.&nbsp; Fifth Contestant's name: Ryu Hayabusa, The Dragon Ninja and Leader of the Hayabusa Clan.</strong><br><br>Ryu sat alongside the river, waiting for a single nibble.&nbsp; It was bitterly cold as the steam from his breath would tell, but his body showed no signs of discomfort.&nbsp; His mind wandered to another point in time during his training.<br><br>"He who masters patience, masters all Ryu," the voice of his father rang in his memories.&nbsp; His first time fishing replayed in his head, almost bringing out a complete smile.&nbsp; His father, Joe, handed him a cane pole, a couple sandwiches, and some bait.&nbsp; "You are to sit at this small pond until you catch a fish.&nbsp; Once you have caught one, no matter how small, bring him to me."&nbsp; Ryu sat for a long time.&nbsp; When his bait ran out, he used his sandwiches as bait as well.&nbsp; At the end of ten days, Ryu was crestfallen.&nbsp; He was hungry, and he had not yet caught a fish.&nbsp; His father informed him years later that there weren't any fish in the pond to start with, and that it was all for the sake of an exercise.<br><br>A tug on the line brought him back to the present.&nbsp; His cane pole suddenly bent clear in half, but hadn't broken yet by some miracle.&nbsp; <em>Finally,</em> he thought, <em>A worthy foe.</em>&nbsp; Ryu struggled hard, his confidence quickly changing to confusion.&nbsp; <em>Surely there aren't sharks this far up the river...</em>&nbsp; He didn't have time to ponder on that thought.&nbsp; He watched his cane begin to splinter with an expecting expression, knowing that the old cane had already done much more than should be expected of it.&nbsp; With that the cane snapped, but Ryu wasn't done yet.&nbsp; In a mind numbingly swift motion he had reached out and caught the line, looping it around his hand for extra stability.&nbsp; The gloves protected from the line cutting the skin, but didn't protect from the direct pressure of the line.<br><br>Realizing that he had to work fast, he braced himself by positioning himself behind a tree, using it as a lever.&nbsp; He pulled hard once in position, and dragged ashore not a normal fish, but a behemoth.&nbsp; It was quickly making back for the water so a judgment call was made in Ryu's favor.&nbsp; Usually the his sword was only used for felling enemies, but in a moment he had justified this as a danger to the ecosystem.&nbsp; He began, a sharp exhalation as all his muscles tensed and sent him careening through space.&nbsp; For less time than the eye could see, he was standing on the water, sword raised high.&nbsp; In a flash of crimson, the beast....&nbsp; Lost his head.<br><br>"How's that for patience?" he chuckled, wondering what his father would say about his rather crude method of fishing.&nbsp; He sank down to his ankles in water and sludge like sand.&nbsp; He rolled the monster fish up the side of the river and then set to identifying this strange find.&nbsp; <em>Around five hundred pounds I'd say, </em>he began, <em>and... A Mekong Catfish?</em> His mind went numb with the stupidity of people.&nbsp; How could someone let such a potentially large ecological risk into the local ecosystem?&nbsp; What's done is done however.&nbsp; He began to pack up, and started dragging his catch back toward camp.<br><br><strong>0700.&nbsp; Current Local: Camp on Mississippi River.&nbsp; Ryu Hayabusa</strong><br><br>Ryu arrived his one man camp, dragging the monster fish in tow.&nbsp; He dropped it by the fire where he would deal with it in a moment.&nbsp; He went to collect various tools from his tent for the job.&nbsp; As he entered his tent he saw the letter sitting on his bed roll.&nbsp; How did DOATEC figure out where he was?&nbsp; He flipped the letter open, reading the contents, then folded it up neatly, placing it in one of his many pockets.&nbsp; He started packing everything he would need for the trip.&nbsp; Shuriken, Staff, Flail, Falcons Claws...&nbsp; and of course the Dragon Sword which had felled many demons and now to Ryu's great shame, a cat fish.&nbsp; He pulled out a cell phone, dialing a number briskly.<br><br>"Sonia?&nbsp; I need your help."<br><br><strong>Current Local: JFK Air Port.&nbsp; Ryu Hayabusa</strong><br><br>He continued on foot, landing several miles away from the actual airport.&nbsp; He wasn't certain how he was going to deal with the situation yet.&nbsp; It didn't seem smart to just take part in the tournament, knowing that he could take lives needlessly, but at the same time it may be the most efficient way to get to the core of the problem.&nbsp; Sonia's warning kept echoing in his thoughts.<br><br>"CIA has been getting strange readings from the area.&nbsp; Intel suggests that it may have something to do with DOATEC's newest contestants, but the details were vague, and we haven't heard from our informants since."<br><br>Ryu kept to the shadows, and avoided the video cameras, taking advantage of his ninja arts when needed to get by undetected.&nbsp; He busted into an air duct, and quietly crept along until he arrived near the meeting place.&nbsp; Up until now Ryu tried to stay hidden.&nbsp; He knew that at this point, he wouldn't be able to get any farther without detection, and that the best strategy for now was to go with the flow.&nbsp; He climbed down from the grating in the ladies room, not even as much as uttering an apology to the horrified shrieks.&nbsp; <br><br>He arrived at the gate that announced, "DEAD OR ALIVE," on the banner.&nbsp; His green eyes cooly scanned it over.&nbsp; He knew that every camera and eye available was on him at the moment, so there was no point in turning back.&nbsp; He walked into the waiting room in full battle gear, face covered, and cold emotionless eyes evaluating this years combatants.<br><br>(( EDIT NOTE:&nbsp; Just changing the contestant number. :/&nbsp; &nbsp;EDIT 2: Fixing our little air port fubar. :) ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 03:19:50</strong>
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				((Why is it always the assholes that pass the test?&nbsp; Lol, sorry, random XXX joke.))<br><br>Yuna and Giselle both nodded their understanding since both were familiar, to a degree, on how things like the virus Emma had been talking about could be spread.&nbsp; Both their worlds weren't so far backwards as to not understand the basic ways such a thing spread, and a bite seemed plausible to them both although in Giselle's world it wasn't uncommon to still believe demons were constantly at work behind said awful plagues usually.&nbsp; And, surprisingly enough it was true at times as well.&nbsp; "It's good to know then Emma.&nbsp; Sorry if I myself offended this time.&nbsp; I'm glad you cleared up any doubts I might have had if we had to room together.&nbsp; Something tells me there won't be enough space to go around otherwise wherever we happen to be going for this thing."&nbsp; She stood and leaned against the wall then, nervous energy, or more like excitement at the adventure awaiting them all despite the countless unknown dangers surrounding them, was very obvious in the half Drow as she settled against the wall.&nbsp; It also gave her quite the view of the terminal as well despite her appearance of looking like she had her eyes closed and was perfectly at ease.<br><br>It was Yuna's turn to blush and turn her eyes away in heartfelt understanding for Emma's plight.&nbsp; She should have just kept her mouth shut after all then.&nbsp; "I apologize.&nbsp; I see now that it is very important to you, and no matter what happens Emma, I do honestly hope you are successful in your personal mission to reclaim who you once were."&nbsp; Despite her funny feeling Emma was better off as she was....memory wise, Yuna couldn't deny that it meant a lot to the Witch Revenant to regain her past at any cost.<br><br>Giselle was mildly surprised at Emma's own little non aging deal that was similar to her own people's longevity.&nbsp; She did however have to shake her head at Emma's words since Giselle was quite happy to be able to live as long as she had and she was strangely enough looking forward to living for far longer if Fate didn't intervene first.&nbsp; "I do agree that we are alike in many ways Emma, but I am looking forward to the next thousand years given to me if sword or poison or disease doesn't kill me first.&nbsp; I learned from a few elven friends, light elves to be precise, that the reason so many of them&nbsp; live for so long is that they don't measure time as humans do.&nbsp; They live 'several lifetimes' rather than one long one.&nbsp; If they did, then there would be far fewer of their number in the world.&nbsp; I too plan to live 'several' small lives, and even the spaces in between where I might wander the wilds alone to recover from my last one, I plan to make full as best as I possibly can.&nbsp; That is the way of my father and my twin brothers....as it was for our mother as well before disease took her from us."<br><br>Lowering her head for a moment, Giselle's hand went to her chest and she fingered a silver unicorn pendant that was on a silver chain around her neck, concealed until she pulled it free.&nbsp; It was one of the few things she had left of her mother, and it had stayed on Giselle's neck since the day she had received it a long time ago.&nbsp; Recovering from her brief sadness, the half Drow thought she felt a slight vibration in the wall that she was leaning against and she turned her head just in time to see a shadow slip from a nearby passageway that was high off the floor if she had to guess.&nbsp; Her hand immediately went to Icingdeath's jewel encrusted pommel, but she relaxed only slightly when she saw the newcomer.&nbsp; A ninja?&nbsp; It was rumored that such people resided even in her world, but she had never seen one up close until now.&nbsp; "Wow, never thought I'd see someone like you anywhere in all my three hundred years.&nbsp; You must be another contestant, the fifth one to date in fact.&nbsp; My name is Giselle Do'Urden, it's a pleasure to meet you."&nbsp; She held out her hand as Yuna stood and bowed respectfully out of old habit.<br><br>"My own name is Yuna.&nbsp; It's good to meet you as well."&nbsp; Such eyes she had never seen before.&nbsp; They chilled her considerably, but Giselle had seen such eyes before and it didn't bother her much as she met that intense gaze with one of her own of equal strength, silently conveying she knew how it was to strike from the shadows without hesitation although she immensely preferred a straight fight to sneaking around.&nbsp; The fact this ninja had been sneaking around at all alerted the woman that he might have some information about what was going on, though whether that was good news or not was yet to be decided.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 05:25:35</strong>
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				Ryu stared at the women gathered around for a long moment, not losing his composure.&nbsp; He did not completely expect pleasantry from the people who would be trying to defeat him momentarily.&nbsp; His eyes studied the Drow quickly, dismissing his first impression of her being a fiend almost as fast as it arose.&nbsp; Armed with vicious weapons and a strong willed expression, he took note of her as 'Extremely Dangerous.'&nbsp; He then shifted his eyes over to Yuna.&nbsp; A pretty young lady who had seen her fair share of sorrow, and it was obvious that she had a damn good reason, or at least she thought so, to partake in such a dangerous competition.&nbsp; It would do him ill to underestimate either of them.<br><br>He feared he would be considered rude, and so introduced himself.&nbsp; "Hello."&nbsp; He straightened up, gracefully, perfectly.&nbsp; "I am Ryu Hayabusa.&nbsp; Leader of the Hayabusa clan."&nbsp; With beautiful precision and calculated motion, he pulled out the letter and showed it.&nbsp; "I am here for Dead or Alive."&nbsp; He finally took off his mask, letting his long brown hair fall down past his shoulders, changing his visage from a deadly shinobi to a more human, and therefore more easily comparable person.<br><br>Even without his mask, his face held a grim look.&nbsp; "What do you all know about the Dead or Alive Tournament?"&nbsp; With a stern expression he turned to Giselle, then back to Yuna, a look of sincerity in his eyes.&nbsp; "Whatever information you have is important.&nbsp; I should be able to tell you all I know about it as well, once we are caught up."&nbsp; He looked over his shoulder back through the gate.&nbsp; "However, there may not be a need for that."&nbsp; He thought of Helena, and worried quickly.&nbsp; What would she gain from this?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 05:49:09</strong>
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				JOHN F. KENNEDY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT ARRIVALS TERMINAL, NEW YORK, EARTH 6TH CONTESTANT’S NAME: CAMMY WHITE<br><br>The scene was one repeated all over the globe, at all hours of the day; tired and rumpled airline travellers stretching&nbsp; out their sore limbs and getting the life back into them as they walked off the plane and into the interminable boredom of Customs and Passport Control; grey faced officials prodding and poking into every bit of hand luggage and whatever else the tired traveller’s might have on them. Generally speaking, a miserable experience for all concerned.<br><br>Not everyone complained though; some bore it with considerable stoicism and resignation, such as the plainly dressed but cute blonde woman that was currently having her passport stamped while most of the man in the room (and some women too) ogled her with varying degrees of subtlety.&nbsp; But to the blonde, their actions washed off her like water off a ducks’ back, as she passed through without any hassles, collected her bags from the carousel, and then Cammy White walked out into the chill of a New York day, looking for any signs as to where she was supposed to go, as she planned out her next move.<br><br>At the back of her mind, she was going over her briefing two days previously with her commanding officer, Colonel Keith Wolfmann, a man she saw as the nearest thing to a father to her. As was his way, the Colonel had been direct and to the point about the operation.<br><em><strong><br>“Just got a call from C; our man over in Langley says that this DOATEC outfit is up to something that is of concern to national security. I want you to go out there and see what’s what.” he said, passing over a file to her. “Read, memorise and destroy afterwards.” he informed her. “Good Luck and Good Hunting out there, Cammy.”</strong></em><br><br>It took only a moment for her sharp blue eyes to notice an odd group of individuals milling around not that far from her. It was just as well it was a short distance, as the cold air made a mockery of the light clothing&nbsp; (A pair of trainers, track pants, and a t-shirt) she was wearing. “Morning.” she said, rubbing her arms a little to warm them up. She then looked up from her bags, and felt her jaw drop and eyes widen at what she saw. "Oh my- Good Lord!" she said in a shaken voice, taking a step back and dropping her bags on the floor.<br><br>"Wha... Wha... What the <em>hell</em>?!" she murmurred to herself, openly gobsmacked at the honest-to-god <em>elf</em> and goddamned <em>zombie</em> that were standing there in front of her, large as life. Never in her life (that she could recall, at least) had she seen anything so inexplicable to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 06:19:36</strong>
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				((Sorry for the retard moment on my part.&nbsp; Major brought it to my attention we had the wrong airport name hence why he has it the way he does now.&nbsp; It's supposed to be JFK, but it's a small hiccup.&nbsp; Anyway, here goes my first curveball.))<br><br>Both Giselle and Yuna bowed low at the waist in the utmost respect for the man, though it was the half Drow that had bowed first since she understood the importance of the ninja revealing his face to them.&nbsp; That was not lost on her in the least, and Yuna had a feeling it was important as well but she wasn't sure why entirely as the other was.&nbsp; His question did surprise them after his introduction as a ninja, and it was Yuna that answered first.&nbsp; "We know little of this Dead Or Alive Tournament that you ask of.&nbsp; All that I know myself is that a dragon, a powerful monster attacked my ship on the way to my home for a festival, and after I defeated it a strange machina, machine arrived and told me to come here.&nbsp; I come from another world, as do these two.&nbsp; My own is called Spira."<br><br>"Well, she comes from Spira, but I come from the plane of Toril, on the continent of Faerun.&nbsp; I'm a half Drow/half light elf ranger of no small skill.&nbsp; It's a true honor to meet a warrior of such skill as you seem to possess, Ryu.&nbsp; Beyond having destroyed thirty ugly brutes called trolls that could regenerate at an alarming rate unless burned by fire or acid, I too was invited after the battle was over by the same machine that Yuna told us about.&nbsp; Some kind of bladed weapon that seemed to home into my position somehow and led the way to the gateway I took to get here, a puddle of water floating on its side without touching anything.&nbsp; It was one heck of a ride."&nbsp; They both didn't mention the people missing from both their worlds, although Giselle had detected something earlier from Yuna that hinted she was hiding something.&nbsp; "Why do you ask?"<br><br>She was going to say more but it was then that Cammy arrived, and Yuna and Giselle turned to the new arrival and it was the half Drow held out her hands in a symbol of peace.&nbsp; "It's ok, we're friends all.&nbsp; You needn't be afraid of us, I give you my word as a Ranger of Mielikki and on my father's life as well.&nbsp; My name is Giselle Do'Urden, and the ones here are Ryu Hayabusa, Emma Windsor, and Yuna, daughter of High Summoner Braska.&nbsp; You are here for DOA as well right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 07:33:50</strong>
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				<strong>1512 Hours Current Location; Small village&nbsp; near Essembra in Cormanthor on the continent of Fearun. Seventh contestant’s name; Tyger</strong><br><br>The half elf steps into the village square heading for the inn where he has been staying for the past few days. Tyger is lost in his own thoughts wishing he could find a place to call home, but it was clear to him after only a few days that this small community was not going to be it. Sure the humans were pleasant enough but it was clear that the overall attitude was that this half breed should go back to his own people. They did not realize the elves for the most part felt the same way about him because of his human blood. <em>What would these people do if they knew of my other nature?</em> With a sigh of resignation he decides to leave this village at first light in the morning.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://images.wikia.com/drizzt/images/a/a3/250px-4e_balor.jpg]http://images.wikia.com/drizzt/images/a/a3/250px-4e_balor.jpg[/url])</div>The instant that decision is made in Tyger’s mind the ground under his feet shakes and a loud noise is heard from the forest just outside of the village. A huge pillar of smoke and flames can be seen from the square. While he is looking at the billowing smoke one of the villagers says, “Well did that crazy old wizard finally blow himself up?” Another voice says, “Looks like it.” Then out of the smoke and flames a huge winged figure rises above the trees. From this distance it looks vaguely humanoid shaped with wings sprouting from its back. It flies around as if looking for something then heads straight for the village. As it gets closer and can be seen more clearly people begin to scream and run in doors in a panic. Like closing and locking their doors is really going to protect them from the demon.<br><br>Tyger mutters, “Oh, shit.” As the demon circles the, empty of all except Tyger, village square it slashes out with its whip striking the inn. Wood splinters and ignites as the beast from hell remains aloft. Running and jumping grabbing the edge of a nearby roof, Tyger quickly and nimbly swings up on to the roof. After several more acrobatic moves he is on the top of the tallest building, which of course is the burning inn. Sprinting as fast as he can run, which is a speed making him just a streak of black and purple, he leaps high into the air. Landing on the demon’s back between the massive wings, his katana flashes from its scabbard. Hold in both hands with the blade pointing down he plunges the enchanted steel through the joint where a wing connects to the demon’s back. Flames lick from the wound up the blade, but the joint is ruined and the wing becomes useless.<br><br>As the creature plummets to the ground Tyger rides it down leaping off just an instant before impact. Performing a shoulder roll and twisting around, he comes back to his feet facing the demon. With a speed unexpected in a creature so large the demon stands up and turns to face its attacker. There is a moment of confusion from it as looks well over Tyger’s head. It lowers its gaze and upon seeing the 5’7” slender half elf roars in rage and pain and slashes out with its flaming whip. Tyger easily dodges and moves in closer to the demon making the whip useless, but is immediately forced to block the massive blade in the demon’s other hand. The force of blow striking his katana drives him down to one knee. Using its great size and strength it pushes down with its blade against the katana.<br><br>Letting go of the whip which vanishes the demon reaches for Tyger who shifts his position suddenly rolling forward. The demon staggers forward briefly losing its balance as its sword suddenly hits the ground where Tyger had just been. After rolling between the legs of the beast he slashes the blade of his katana across the back of an ankle as he stands. The demon roars again as flames jump out its destroyed ankle tendon. It does however regain its balance before falling and turns around only slowly slightly by the improperly functioning foot. It slings its blade at Tyger again this time sideways instead of down. Ducking under the slashing sword Tyger slashes with his opening another flaming wound on a huge thigh.<br><br>Realizing that the demon is too big, too strong, and too fast to be defeated quickly as things stand, Tyger plunges his blade into the ground. Letting go of his katana he leave it standing up on its own. Diving between the demon’s legs again he begins to shift his form. When the creature turns there is now 7’ plus tiger man covered in white fur with black stripes. The demon bats Tyger with its good wing sending flying back several yards. In the split second it takes to regain his feet the demon reforms the whip and lashes it at him. Raising his left instead of fully avoiding the whip he lets it wrap around his arm and grabs it in large claw tipped hand. As the demon draws back to yank him closer and off balance he leaps towards the demon. He flies towards the demon and shakes the whip free of his arm ignoring the singed fur and burning pain in his hand. Twisting his body changing his flight he rakes the claws of his right across the shoulder of the demon as he flies over it. More flames erupt from the demon’s newest wound as another roar of rage and pain erupt from its huge maw.<br><br>Twisting to land on his feet just inches from his katana Tyger grabs the sword. In swift upward swing the blade comes clear of the ground and slashes across the demon’s back from thigh to lower back from one side to the other. He ducks under the wild swing of the demon’s sword as turns to face him again. Enraged and injured the demon has left its chest unguarded with its arms spread wide to its sides. Leaping with all of his considerable he goes high enough to come down burying his blade in the exposed chest all the way to the hilt. Planting his feet on the demon’s upper thighs Tyger pushes off with all of his strength ripping the blade out. Flame erupts from the massive wound as Tyger flips and lands several yards away on his feet. The demon falls backwards and flounders for a moment as the flames engulf it completely before it disappears leaving only the smell of fire and brimstone and a scorched spot on the ground behind.<br><br>Turning from the spot where the demon fell Tyger sees most the villagers staring at him with terror in their eyes. Shifting back to his half elf form he takes a step forward and to a man every one of them steps back. Searching the small crowd he sees the face of the woman that had shared his bed the past two nights and had asked him to stay. One look at the fear on her face tells all he needs to know. They do not see their savior, but just another monster. Looking directly at the woman a single tear comes from his gray eyes and slides down his smooth cheek. He sheaths his katana and says, “Now you know why I never stay in any one place for very long. Remember what we had and know I would never have hurt you or any here. Now it’s time for me to… ‘exit stage left’.” Turning he walks away from them and out of their village and lives forever.<br><br>When the village is out of sight Tyger stops and looks at his left hand for the first time since the fight ended. His palm and fingers are covered with the blisters of burns that look as though they happened several days earlier. With a sigh he leans against a tree wondering where to go now. Suddenly there is swishing sound followed by a dull thud as a shuriken sticks into the tree next to his head. He immediately looks around for the source but cannot see, hear, or smell anything. Turning back to the metal star he reaches up to pull it free, but stops as soon as his hand touches. A very strange sensation floods through him. It is something he has never really truly felt before, a warm peaceful feeling of home, of being welcomed and accepted, and of being loved. He snatches his hand back and just stares at the small sharp weapon. Slowly he puts his finger back on the star and is flooded with the sensation again.<br><br>Tyger drops his hand away again and the star suddenly starts to spin and pulls itself from the tree. It hovers in front of for a moment then starts to move off into the forest away from the road. Curious Tyger follows and the star speeds up forcing him to move faster to keep it in sight. He is soon running full out and it is still speeding up. In mid run he transforms into his full tiger form and running on all four feet. He follows the star into a clearing where it appears to a pool of water with a strange light being reflected off its surface is hanging vertically in the air. The star shoots into the center of the pool and disappears. He drives his feet into the ground but continues to slide forward from his own momentum. Trying to stop before hitting the pool he transforms back into his smaller form but is still pitched forward and head first into the pool.<br><br>Lights flash and spin around Tyger as he feels like he is traveling in five directions at once. Coming out of whatever form of transport this he sees the strange colored ground and tucks into a shoulder roll. He comes out of the roll in sort of crouch with his left knee and left hand on the huge rug. His right leg is extended giving balance and making ready to move in an instant while his right hand is on the hilt of his katana ready to draw and attack in a single motion if needed. He quickly looks around the room seeing the five occupants. Seeing the other ninja, the drow, strange creature like nothing he has ever seen before, the woman brown hair in very strange clothes with strange weapons, and frightened looking blonde woman also dressed in an odd manner but not visibly caring any weapons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 07:48:00</strong>
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				"Strange... Other worlders..."&nbsp; Ryu muttered aloud, hoping that it would remind him of something from his training.&nbsp; "You see, these tournaments are-" and Ryu was cut short by the uncouth, yet thoroughly understandable shock of Cammy.&nbsp; Taking her moments distraction to his advantage, he placed his mask and head dress back on immediately, whirling around to face Cammy with his almost sickening grace.&nbsp; His eyes darted all over this one.&nbsp; <em>British Police?</em> his thoughts brewed in his mind.&nbsp; Many confusing elements were coming together, and Ryu knew that this would be the calm before the storm.<br><br>He then set his piercing eyes upon Cammy's.&nbsp; "Ma'am? Are you okay?"&nbsp; He looked at the bags finally, realizing that it was the shock that made her drop them.&nbsp; "I suppose you're here for Dead or Alive, right?"&nbsp; He began to walk forward, but was then surprised by the sudden arrival of another person.&nbsp; Unable to hold back, his twitch reaction dropped him into a low stance, one hand holding the sword hilt, and the other stabilizing his odd stance.&nbsp; He moved not an inch, not a milimeter, focused on the new arrival.&nbsp; <br><br><em>Let me not have to kill this one please...</em>&nbsp; The thoughts rang out in his head.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 08:26:23</strong>
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				So much had happened in such a ridiculously short time span, that Emma barely had time to wrap her mind around the ninja, then did the scantly dressed woman did arrive as well, followed much too quickly by a second ninja, staring at the group with a strange confusion. She gave a wave to everyone and motioned them over.<br><br>"I guess we're all here for some... tournament thing." She looked over everyone assembled. Ninja, with no shortage of arms... Drow, with a good set of blades at her side, and a bow she was probably a perfect shot with... Summoner with two pistols... Scantly dressed female with theighs that could press steel... and a second ninja who looks like he just killed a fucking tiger... Where did Emma fit in all this? She wasn't a killer, she wasn't a one-woman army, she was just... Emma. Watching the newcomers, and slightly urked the first ninja blew her off almost completely, she bowed some.<br><br>"My name is Emma Windsor. I hope we can all be friends, even if we'll end up fighting..." She smiled a little, rubbing her hands nervously together. "Sorry..." She gurgled some. "I don't think the portal agreed with me all the way..." Her stomach twisted up a little. Out of nausea, or concern, she couldn't tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 09:22:48</strong>
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				Cammy took a deep, calming breath, and managed to control herself. "Sorry about that." she said. "A bit of a shock, that's all." she said, as she picked up her bag. "Just a bit of a shock, that's all." she said. "I just didn't expect anything like this."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 09:45:17</strong>
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				Giselle almost did a double take since even she would have had trouble moving as Ryu had a moment ago.&nbsp; She was graceful but certainly not that graceful, and it was almost sickening to watch since he had moved so gracefully yet at the same time it seemed unnatural.&nbsp; Yuna too was amazed by the ninja's uncanny speed and grace as she too nodded that they were friends all.&nbsp; It wasn't every day you saw such a thing after all.&nbsp; At least the new arrival had settled down enough to give them her name and why she was there, which seemed the same as they themselves on the surface anyway.<br><br>Putting a hand on Ryu's shoulder before he and the new arrival could get into it, Giselle stepped forward and held out her hand since she recognized the were-tiger almost on sight.&nbsp; "Fifty years and you haven't changed a bit Tyger.&nbsp; Been a long time since I last saw you, though I think you smelled decidedly better then.&nbsp; You been rolling around ash and soot?"&nbsp; She asked, having a bad feeling he had recently went up against a demon since only demons gave off such a smell after you tore them apart and sent them back to the Abyss from whence they came.&nbsp; Turning to the others, Giselle smiled as she stood before the were-tiger.&nbsp; "This is Tyger, a friend I knew from when I was on the road before settling back home for a time.&nbsp; We ran into each other in the middle of nowhere, to say the least.&nbsp; If I had turned at that river instead of going away from it, we wouldn't have met of that I'm certain."&nbsp; Chance had brought them together and she was one of the few people that truly understood the man underneath the fur and stripes.&nbsp; "Why don't you introduce yourself?"&nbsp; She asked, giving him the Understand Language spell as she had cast upon herself once already.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 10:16:06</strong>
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				<strong>0121 Hours. Current Location: Interpol Headquarters, New Vegas Branch. Eighth Contestant's Name: Erizen Prophecy.</strong><br><br>Sitting in the dark, plain room in the early hours of the morning were two figures. The first was a skinny, gaunt, boney man wearing a blue Interpol uniform, the double-breasted jacket covering the badge which hung around his neck. He was speaking to a second figure, sitting just across from him.<br><br>"...reason to believe whatever is causing these portals in dimensions is weakening the fabric of our own. We fear that if these wormholes don't stop opening, they'll turn our world into swiss cheese. If what the Steel Lance tells us about you is true, you have a shot at closing all of these wormholes."<br><br>"Dozens of mercs working for the Lance." The other figure, a woman in a long, elegant and flowing dress spoke, tossing her long red hair behind her. "Why me?"<br><br>"Skill, my dear. Pure and simple. There are rumblings in the Lance. Your commander himself called you the Crimson Death. You get results, and that's more then I can say for any of my soldiers here. We need someone who can work undercover, play whatever game they have on the other side, and shut it down. What do you say, Erizen? You in?"<br><br>"What's the pay?" She continues, her eyes never leaving the man. He picks up an envelope from the floor and empties the objects inside before her on the table, a few stacks of hundred credit notes falling out.<br><br>"Three million credits. One and a half mil in advance, and the rest upon completion. The woman in the dress, one Erizen Prophecy, takes one of the stacks and flips the bills in her hands.<br><br>"Backup?" She asks simply, thumbing the bills some more. The man shakes his head silently. "Going by myself... alright." She spoke, putting the stack of money in her dress, making sure the bills were secure in her bra. "How do I get there?"<br><br>"A portal opened up outside Gamorrah. You'll take that portal to wherever they're going. Once there, mingle, get to know people, and make connections. If they're shredding the fabric of reality over something trivial, or dangerous, shut it down." She gives a nod and stands. "Oh, Erizen, one more thing. The gloves are off in this one. If you've got to kill, do it." She nods and exits, grappling the massive red scythe on her way out.<br><br><strong>Gamorrah; New Vegas.</strong><br><br>Several Interpol Agents had sealed off the entrance to Gamorrah, keeping the people at bay as agents surveyed the swirling blue mass.<br><br>"Lady Erizen." One agent, who she worked with a few times in the past, spoke, saluting her. "Are you the one they sent to investigate all this Fringe activity?" She gave a nod. "Here, this is what data I have on the portal storm..." She cut him off with a raising of her hand.<br><br>"I don't want data. It's always wrong." She told him frankly, staring at the portal. "There's only one way." Leaping into the portal, she traveled through it to it's destination, her mission briefing the only thing keeping her lunch down. Upon exiting the portal, her Scythe would slam into the ground first, tip first, while she landed gracefully upon her feet. Standing from her crouch, she surveyed the area. A few strange folks on that end of the room, but nothing too outlandish. The gate they were waiting by read 'Dead Or Alive' over it. That might have been her ticket. She walked towards it, and shouldered her way between a strange dark-skinned woman and an even stranger half man half animal... thing. Having rudely split them up, she sat on a chair, stabbing the one just across from her with her scythe, the shaft of the weapon pointed to her. She took out a book from under one of the seats and began reading.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 11:38:13</strong>
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				Seeing that stance of the other ninja is one of readiness, like his own, Tyger relaxes removing his hand from the hilt of his katana and stands with the natural grace of a cat. He leaves a bloody wet hand print on the rug where his injured left hand had just been. Although changing shape tends to speed the healing process burns are much more difficult to heal and the run and sliding had ripped most of the burnt tissue away leaving a wound oozing blood and clear liquid. He hears the dark skinned female of some unknown race speak but cannot understand a single word of it. He did not even look at the blonde as she spoke something equally alien to his ears.<br><br>Then to his utter surprise the drow steps forward and addresses him by name. Tyger smiles warmly. “Yes, Giselle, it has been a long time. As for my aroma, yes I did just kind of roll around in ash and soot, but it was purely out of necessity. I can’t say that I like your choice of perfume either. Is that essence of troll?” His gaze shifts over to the brunette quickly then back to Giselle and the only other man. “If I’m not mistaken I also seem to be smelling dragon and dragon blood. There also appears to be other blood possibly human but strange. Lastly is that catfish I smell?”<br><br>After Giselle introduces him and asks him introduce himself, Tyger smiles to the group saying, “Well I think Giselle did an excellent job of introducing me already. I don’t think there is really anything else that needs to be said.” He is just about to ask about where they are and the reason for being there, but is interrupted by a rude new arrival pushing between them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>13-03-2011, 21:52:06</strong>
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				Ryu took note of the hand and straightened up.&nbsp; His response was not unnatural, nor was it voluntary at some times.&nbsp; He straightened up and released the hilt of his sword, relieved that it was just another contestant and not some new initiation from DOATEC. As he moved out of the way, he finally noticed Emma.&nbsp; She slightly surprised him as he had not picked up on her presence until now.&nbsp; <em>How careless of me...</em> "M-" he paused, hiding his shame.&nbsp; "My apologies Miss."&nbsp; He bowed to Emma, smooth yet short, then moved himself out of the way.<br><br>Before he could move himself away from the conversation, Tyger had asked him a question.&nbsp; Ryu was glad that his face was masked at that moment, as he faced Tyger and added in a blunt yet polite manner, "Yes it is."<br><br>Finding himself a clear spot away from attention he took a seat.&nbsp; His mind began to wander to the actual competition and away from the contestants.&nbsp; "Why would she..." He mumbled aloud, not intending to let anyone in on that sort of info yet.&nbsp; He silenced himself, holding back until he could get everyone's attention.&nbsp; It wouldn't be long until someone asked and someone else remembered that he knew something.&nbsp; Looking for a moment to see if anyone was looking, he gave a short sniff...&nbsp; he didn't smell any catfish.&nbsp; He'd have to pay special attention to this one if that was his opponent, as Ryu wouldn't be able to surprise him.<br><br>Cammy's shock was almost cute, but Ryu wasn't fooled by the beauty of the women here today.&nbsp; They were all strong fighters, and most likely killers.&nbsp; He pulled out a smart phone and sent in retrieved information after taking a few pics with it.&nbsp; He snapped a picture of the newcomer, the apparent mercenary, just as she slammed her scythe into the chair.&nbsp; Hopefully the phone would work.&nbsp; He looked back up to study the scythe and the newcomer.&nbsp; He thought for a few seconds then finished his message with, "Please send the rest of my weapons once we have a location."&nbsp; He clicked the send button, watching with anticipation, praying that it worked.<br><br>"P.S." he added to the message stopping the send.&nbsp; "Bring the catfish too."&nbsp; He was no braggart, but if cammy thought that zombies were a shock...<br>And Tyger couldn't just be a name right?&nbsp; Ryu smirked at the thought.<br>Send.<br><br>(( EDIT: Just added some flavor and tried to make the post smoother.&nbsp; And a few details I had forgotten to add, such as Tyger's question and such.&nbsp; Fixed a minor inconsistency with knowledge of Tygers half-tiger status.&nbsp; &nbsp;Also for reference on the fish... they DO exist and here's proof! lol...&nbsp; http://www.nodakoutdoors.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=79&amp;t=58851 (http://www.nodakoutdoors.com/forums/viewtopic.php?f=79&amp;t=58851) ))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 03:21:44</strong>
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				Emma seemed a trifle bit more offended at the newcomer's motions then anyone. And unwanton destruction of property? Uncalled for. Since no one was going to say anything to her, Emma stepped up some.<br><br>"That was a little uncalled for, don't you think?"<br><br>"No." Came the woman's response, her eyes never leaving the salvaged book. Leaning back in her chair, she put a foot up on her leg, giving a little sigh.<br><br>"Well I think it was. You should have gone around, or said excuse me." From her standpoint, she watched the girl roll her eyes.<br><br>"And?" She answered again.<br><br>"Brazen little brat, aren't you?" Emma continued, not entirely sure if she should pursue this. This comment prompted a little smile from the newcomer.<br><br>"Yep." She continued, flipping the page slowly. Growling to herself and shaking everything off, she dropped the conversation where it was, switching to a new line.<br><br>"Do you at least have a name? Or does 'Brat' work for you?"<br><br>"Erizen." She answered simply, her eyes darting around the page.<br><br>"Erizen? Just Erizen?"<br><br>"Last names are pretty, but useless. Erizen will suffice." Five minutes here, and Emma was already tired of the girl. Throwing her hands up, she sat on the ground and sighed. When will they leave for wherever they were leaving for?<br><br>"Are we there yet?" She asked airy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 03:47:45</strong>
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				Terra stayed in the same position for as long as she dared, breathing deep and slow, to try and regain enough strength to move.&nbsp; Some minutes had passed before she sat up and concentrated on the circular object in her hand once again.&nbsp; It was a simple enough object and she turned it over studying it.&nbsp; It was made from some metal and the ends were sharper than she had first realized and the thought made something tug at her memory.&nbsp; Sabin had told her of a man, that had helped him tremendously, that had thrown such things as weapons.&nbsp; Perhaps this was his?&nbsp; She looked at the arrow upon the object, stood up, and was surprised to see that the arrow shifted as she moved to always point in the same direction.&nbsp; She set off tiredly in direction that it pointed intent on finding where she was and how to get back to her friends.<br><br>Walking through the forest she kept her eyes and ears open, wanting to be prepared if anything like the previous creature came out of the woods, but all she heard was silence.&nbsp; An eerie silence that made the hairs on the back of neck stand up.&nbsp; The arrow followed what appeared to be an animal trail that curved up sharply up ahead.&nbsp; Terra unsheathed her sword before continuing on.&nbsp; As she rounded the been she came to a small clearing.&nbsp; The meadow was full of luscious green grass and yellow flowers dotted around.&nbsp; What held the woman's attention though was a large pool of water in the direct center of the clearing.&nbsp; She raised a brow at the oddity.&nbsp; It was not acting as water should.&nbsp; The surface seemed slightly more metallic and his was hovering perpendicular to the ground.&nbsp; The thing that Terra found most disturbing was that the arrow she had followed was pointing at it wishing her to... do... something to the strange pool.<br><br>"What strange magic..."&nbsp; She walked closer and let her guard down a bit as she circled the strange occurrence.&nbsp; It was flat on either side and as she moved around it the arrow continued shifting to point directly towards it.&nbsp; She stopped again in front of the standing water feeling very unsure of what to do.&nbsp; With a moments thought she reached down and grabbed a palm sized rock and threw it towards the metallic substance.&nbsp; It went through and the surface of the thing rippled as water would and she she became more confused by the fact that the rock had not dropped from the other side.&nbsp; She made a thoughtful sound as she sheathed her sword and once again bent down, this time to pick a flower.&nbsp; She cautiously moved towards the almost reflective surface expecting something to happen and when nothing did she continued moving closer.&nbsp; She stood just before the shimmering surface with a little bit of fear in her stomach.&nbsp; Before she could think to hard about what she was doing she lifter the hand holding the flower and touched the surface.&nbsp; It rippled just the tiniest bit and before she could remove the flower to see how it was affected she felt herself being pulled closer to the surface.&nbsp; Terra had barely a moments fight before she was yanked into the unknown substance.<br><br>Her body was pulled and compressed painfully as a rushing sensation enveloped her.&nbsp; The woman's mind seemed to flail about in her own mind before she felt a solid surface make contact painfully with her behind.&nbsp; She looked up from the ground expecting to see the forest once more but instead she was in some sort of brightly lit room sitting on the out skirts of a large group of some very strange looking... people.&nbsp; Their sizes, shapes, colors, and forms were all foreign to here and though fear had been her first thought she did not seem to feel danger from any one of them.&nbsp; She resisted the urge to stand and speak with them, to discuss where she was, because they all seemed intent on a conversation.&nbsp; Terra crossed her legs silently and watched.&nbsp; As she studied each one of the people before her she got a strange feeling but she shook it off.&nbsp; When her eyes rested upon a palm sized rock laying near the group her face reddened.&nbsp; She hoped she had not hit one of them.&nbsp; She sat twirling the flower that was sill in her hand waiting until someone noticed her or the conversation flowed to a natural stopping point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 06:31:21</strong>
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				Giselle laughed at Tyger's comment since it was indeed exactly what she would have expected from the man's incredible senses.&nbsp; It matched Yuna's own personal fight as well considering she had already admitted to slaying such a beast with only her pistols, not an easy fight by any means.&nbsp; "Fifty years and you have not changed a bit I see.&nbsp; So, you've been fighting demonic fiends or I'm a bearded gnome.&nbsp; No wonder you smell like shit, although you're right as always since I had to kill thirty of the smelly bastards before my own invite came to be planted in a tree not an inch from my face when it was over with a rather large bang.&nbsp; Anyway, it is truly good to see you again Tyger, now I feel much more on edge if you're going to be fighting with us or against us, whatever comes first in this messed up situation."&nbsp; Giselle said, just as a woman carrying a huge scythe pushed between them without a word of apology.&nbsp; Making a mental note to kick the girl's ass first chance she got, the half Drow rolled her brown eyes as she stepped up beside her old friend and narrowed her eyes to slits at the mercenary's back.&nbsp; It was obvious given her manners that she was a soldier of fortune, but she wasn't about to underestimate the scythe toting warrior considering she looked as strong as the rest of them.<br><br>Yuna was about to say something to confirm what Tyger said when a rock hit her on the side of her head.&nbsp; Rubbing the side of her skull, the summoner jumped back just in time to avoid one last arrival to their party, a strange looking woman from the look of it as well....although Giselle and Emma were quite weird on their own but she didn't mean any disrespect by any means though.&nbsp; Holding her hand out, Lady Yuna smiled at Terra, they would come to call her, and asked if she was alright.&nbsp; "You look just how I felt when I too fell through that portal.&nbsp; Let me help you up."&nbsp; She offered, but whether or not she took the offered hand was up to her.<br><br>Giselle knelt and had one more 'charge' for her Understand Language spell left for the day, and she used it on Terra just to be sure she'd be able to understand what they were saying.&nbsp; Once that was taken care of, she turned just in time to see Ryu do something with a strange device he held in his hand.&nbsp; "Pardon me, what was that just now?&nbsp; You have to remember I'm from a world that still uses swords and arrows and magical spells and all this is quite a bit overwhelming to me.&nbsp; I'm merely curious though if you don't mind sharing with the rest of the class of I guess Outworlders is the best word to describe myself, Tyger, and I'm guessing our new friend here that just dropped in."&nbsp; Whether Ryu explained what the device was wouldn't change what happened next as a blonde headed woman came down the hallway that would lead to their plane, a black limousine pulling up to the glass doors before letting Helena Douglas out of the vehicle with an armed escort of half a dozen men employed by her and through her, DOATEC, the logo printed on their uniforms as well as their helmets.&nbsp; Once the woman was close enough, it was obvious she was used to wealth considering the diamond necklace and gold studded earrings she wore on her person over a finely tailored black suit and black pants.&nbsp; Ryu wouldn't be able to slander anyone's reputation, even if it was true as she locked eyes with the formidable ninja before turning to her guests one by one.&nbsp; Giselle narrowed her brown eyes again, getting some serious bad vibes from the girl as her hand drifted to Twinkle's pommel.<br><br>"Good day and welcome to Earth Prime, New York City on the continent of the U.S.A.&nbsp; I am your host, Helena Douglas, current owner of Dead Or Alive.&nbsp; Yuna, Terra, Tyger, Erizen, Emma, Giselle, Cammy, and Ryu, if you'll follow me we'll board the transport to our destination.&nbsp; For those of you not from this world, you are in for a real treat.&nbsp; I'll leave you in suspense until we are ready to leave, but rest assured you are safe and will be treated with the utmost respect and honor that your individual talents and reputations deserve.&nbsp; Ryu....might I have a word with you in private once we board?"&nbsp; She trusted him not to do anything rash or overly destructive since she had a feeling he was there to check up on her.&nbsp; Considering past experiences, he'd find nothing until after they were safely tucked away on her island home, and even then even the great Tugen Menshin would be hard pressed to find any secrets she had.&nbsp; One she'd share with him freely though since her time on this world was limited at best.&nbsp; Having brain cancer tended to make one aware of one's own mortality, after all, a fact no one knew save for three people, and two of them wouldn't be talking to anyone ever again.&nbsp; This was to be her 'going away' present to the best fighters both of this world and beyond as Yuna and Giselle fell in line with the rest of the group.&nbsp; "Any questions are welcome, so please feel free to ask as you wish."&nbsp; Yuna didn't have a clue where to begin, but Giselle did.<br><br>"You addressed all of us by name, Ms. Douglas, but I would remember you I'm sure.&nbsp; How do you know all of us so well it would seem since everyone I've met today so far save for Tyger seemed quite alarmed to see what myself and Emma are.&nbsp; You on the other hand didn't so much as bat an eyelid."&nbsp; It caught Helena off guard for a moment, hoping that that little secret wouldn't have been picked up on so quickly, and by someone from another world to boot.&nbsp; With Ryu with them though it would be impossible to lie outright.&nbsp; So, a half truth that even the ninja would believe would have to do.<br><br>"That's an excellent question Ms. Do'Urden, Giselle if you prefer.&nbsp; I'll explain that in due time, but suffice it to say, your kind aren't the only one with the ability to see farther than others that live in your world, and our means aren't all magical either.&nbsp; To tell the truth, very little happens in this world that can't be explained by our advanced technology and our sciences.&nbsp; You'll find that you left the world of mysticism and magic behind when you stepped through that 'gateway.'"&nbsp; Helena responded in turn, and Giselle couldn't think of a good rebuttal as they left the terminal and went for the biggest machine that the half Drow had ever seen.&nbsp; She couldn't help but gawk as the massive 757 stood like a sleeping metal beast before them all, almost ready to take a wild run that would most likely end in ruin if the building in front of it a couple miles away didn't move out of the way.&nbsp; A flight of moveable stairs was put into place and Helena led the way up into the plane, taking near the front of the well appointed metallic behemoth with DOA's logo printed on the side, right by the door no less.<br><br>"Call me Giselle, although you did do a good job in avoiding my question I'll admit.&nbsp; Sure you don't have any Drow in your blood?"&nbsp; That was an insult Helena was sure as their eyes locked and sparks flew between them.&nbsp; Considering the research into the half Drow's past, as well as many of the others to boot, the owner of DOA knew enough of Drow culture to know that for herself that she had indeed been insulted and she would be sure to pay Giselle back later.&nbsp; For now she let it slide as she prepared the presentational video to play once they were in the air and she was able to talk to Ryu privately.&nbsp; For now, Giselle and Yuna took a spot in the middle row of seats, leaving enough spots open for several people on either side of them if they so chose as flight attendants bustled about with trolleys and plates of food, some of which seemed to come right from their respective worlds.&nbsp; Not Emma's though considering how bad things were for her though.&nbsp; Otherwise there were delicacies from Spira, Toril, and others to make the contestants feel more relaxed and able to enjoy themselves.&nbsp; The expense was worth it as well since Helena herself had found a certain liking to some of the foods brought back as she buckled in, and everyone else was asked to follow suit before takeoff.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 07:06:33</strong>
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				Erizen<br><br>Helena hadn't finished her introductions before Erizen had removed her scythe from the chair before her, slung it to her back, held with her right hand, and walked to gate, ready to board. She didn't listen to the woman, just looked her over, gaging what kind of person she was. When the gate to the plane opened, she stepped in and took the first empty seat in the front row, leaning her scythe on the wall in front of her. Stretching her legs out, she took the book up again and started reading.<br><br>"<em>Remain undetected. They don't know your real objectives yet, and the element of surprise will be your best weapon. Figure out what they're doing in that universe, and if it's dangerous, shut it down.</em>" The words of her commander echoed in her head. She may have been only on loan to InterPol, but she was still honor-bound to them. Failure to execute this mission would result not only in forfeiture of profits, but of status as well. She may have been a Mercenary, but there was some honor in the profession, taking up blade against foe and friend alike, with little care for your own safety. "<em>Do whatever they want you to, but at the first opportunity, gather as much info as you can, you'll need it all.</em>" His voice continued.<br><br>Emma<br><br>Emma watched the snobbish brat enter the plane before Helena had finished her speech, and suppressed the urge to gut the bitch. Listening to Giselle and Helena, she couldn't help but wonder exactly what it was that made Emma so... appealing to these people. She had no wish to kill anyone, and certainly even less to fight without just cause.<br><br>"Ms. Douglas... If I may be so bold to ask but... why did you bring me here? I'm..." She looks to Ryu, then to Giselle, then to Yuna and Tyger. "I'm no ninja... or ranger... or even summoner... I can't do much of anything... hell, I don't even know who I am... Why me?" She mutters a little, unsure if she was even the right person to be asking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 07:44:54</strong>
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				Ryu had just received verification that Sonia would in fact drop off his things.&nbsp; He climbed aboard the 757, preparing himself for a long flight.&nbsp; It would be a good thing too.&nbsp; Not only would he have his weapons, but the giant catfish would be a good present to Helena.&nbsp; He found himself a seat close to Giselle and of course Lady Yuna.&nbsp; Ryu was oddly attracted to her Heterochromia, the fact that her eyes were two different colors.<br><br>&nbsp; He faced&nbsp; toward some of the others, and once they were in the air he began his explanation to Giselle.&nbsp; "I was calling for my weapons to be deposited at our quarters.&nbsp; And also, a surprise for Helena and the group," he added, barely able to contain the smile in his voice.&nbsp; He was slightly excited now, looking forward to this tournament as a training exercise.&nbsp; Whatever Helena had said to him had relieved some of his fears.&nbsp; However, on the outside he was still the fearsome warrior, to most earth dwellers anyway.<br><br>On that note, he requested information on past DOA Tournaments from Sonia.&nbsp; He was going to show these people in a way that Helena could not deny, and he wouldn't be lying about it either.&nbsp; He looked to Emma, and he could feel the confusion.&nbsp; He wanted to alleviate her worries.&nbsp; "Emma was it?" He held out his armored had for a hand shake.&nbsp; "Dead or Alive Tournaments always have a hidden motive.&nbsp; You may be surprised to know that I am just as confused as you are as to the true intentions of this years tournament.&nbsp; However, contestants are always picked with one thing in mind, and that is raw fighting potential.&nbsp; Rest your mind, and know that your being here is no mistake."<br><br>Ryu's phone beeped at him, informing him that he would be receiving a briefing shortly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 08:14:49</strong>
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				There was no available flight attendants but Helena safely assumed that one of the more world familiar people would do the job in explaining how the buckles worked.&nbsp; Yuna was no stranger to air travel, but she had a feeling there would be at least one person among them that would be afraid of what was about to happen as the plane picked up speed once everyone was safely locked down.&nbsp; Surprisingly enough, it was Giselle, the hard as steel warrior, that looked ready to upchuck until the turbulence settled down, but even then the brown eyed dark skinned woman didn't seem all too well as she closed her eyes and her hands were holding on tightly to the armrests of her chair.&nbsp; It amused Helena slightly to see the black skinned bitch actually afraid of something despite that she could very easily end the human's life....though in a way that would be a mercy considering she had five years left, and not all of it would be without considerable pain.<br><br>Turning to the Witch Revenant, Helena seemed quite poised and reserved as the plane shook and rumbled until they got high enough to where the five hour flight south and east, a ways off of the coast of Florida to be precise, would be smooth flying from here on out.&nbsp; Ryu answered first, and the blonde headed woman sighed just loud enough to be heard since she hadn't wanted THAT out in the open just yet, but she knew it had been a risk to invite the ninja for that very reason, but it would have been more dangerous not to.&nbsp; "Indeed Ms. Windsor, each and every one of you were picked to participate because of your fighting potential.&nbsp; You are all the best at what you do, no matter your previous professions or your lives.&nbsp; Also...Ryu is unfortunately right, I...have not been the best person in the past.&nbsp; I'm sure he'll tell you all about my past crimes, as well as those performed by those that had owned DOATEC before myself.&nbsp; Still, after nearly being burned alive in a fire a while back, and saved by another contestant in his private helicopter, I learned from my past mistakes and I hope to atone for them.&nbsp; Also....I am not well enough to participate as I once did in the past, having a non contagious disease that will claim me in five years time.&nbsp; It is called cancer, an insidious crippling disease that is slow to kill but it torments quite well once it progresses after a certain point."&nbsp; There was an obvious note of sorrow and sadness to Helena's voice, and Giselle as well as Yuna both felt sympathy for the girl despite their misgivings about her earlier.<br><br>She went silent as the video started up, explaining a considerable amount about DOATEC's past exploits in medicine, military hardware, and other advances that had helped to make the world into what it was today.&nbsp; It was simple enough for even Tyger and Giselle to understand, let alone anyone else until the moving pictures and the voice that was coming from speakers strategically placed around the first class cabin got into what they were getting into.&nbsp; "Dead Or Alive Tournaments have been held for many years on several different locations.&nbsp; There is one common theme among all of them though, only the best from all over the world are allowed to attend, each contestant closely watched and monitored no matter their location or how well hidden they might be.&nbsp; We use the data we receive through devices like Ryu's cell phone to gauge and determine who would be best paired against who in the fights you will face in five hours time.&nbsp; Dead Or Alive was created under secretive reasons perhaps, but this year will be the first true tournament that has no secret agenda.&nbsp; The prize is a hundred million dollars in your world's currency, as well as the knowledge that the winner among you is the best of the best among you.&nbsp; Any questions so far?"&nbsp; Helena asked as the video showed former combatants over the years that DOA had been active.&nbsp; Needless to say, Giselle and Yuna were awestruck by how intense the fights seemed to be, and these were human only as far as they could tell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 08:23:58</strong>
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				Erizen<br><br>It was Erizen's hand that went up first. "I have one." She droned slowly as the video ended. "What are the rules on... executions." She chose the word carefully.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 08:31:30</strong>
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				The rules of the tournament of course would need to be explained.&nbsp; Helena shook her head in mild amusement as she looked the merc in the eyes, unaffected by how cold and deadly she appeared with that scythe of hers, and who knew what else she had in her possession, much like Ryu and his Ninpo magics, or Yuna and her Aeons or Giselle and Tyger's own mystical abilities.&nbsp; "Killing your opponent is not allowed if they are like you in the sense they are sentient beings.&nbsp; In all of the years of DOA, we've had seriously injured people perhaps, but never killed, not in our sanctioned matches anyway.&nbsp; Knockouts are the only way to win your fights, but any means to accomplish this is most definitely allowed this time.&nbsp; In the past it was fist against fist, no weapons besides the human one was allowed.&nbsp; Because of the different races among us, that rule has been tossed, and if a death is unavoidable, then we will deal with it as best as we can."&nbsp; Helena answered, on death's door herself as she looked to Ryu and sighed as she unbuckled herself a moment before the sign came on that it was ok to do so.&nbsp; "Feel free to move about the plane but stay out of the way of anyone that works for me please.&nbsp; If an emergency should happen, follow the instructions given out as best as you can because it could very well save your life."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 18:57:50</strong>
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				Everything happens so fast Tyger wants to talk with Giselle and learn who the others are and have so many questions answered. Another woman falls from the portal a rather stunningly beautiful one. Then another blonde woman arrives via a glass door and introduces herself as Helena and proves that she knows everybody gathered by name. She does answer some of his questions but her answers only seem to inspire more questions. He follows alongside Giselle as Helena leads them outside and to a huge metal carriage of some sort.<br><br>The instant he steps out into the open air Tyger wrinkles his nose and sneezes followed by a couple of coughs. “Aggghhhh the air here is foul.” Once in the carriage he sets next to his old friend after of course adjusting his katana so he can set properly in the strange cushioned and armed seats obviously not designed to accommodate wearing swords. He listens to Helena’s speech and watches the images displayed on the wall in front of them. The movement of the carriage has no apparent affect on him, as flying goes it far more comfortable than say riding on a dragon’s back which he has done on a few occasions.<br><br>Like the others Tyger is awestruck by the intensity of the matches shown and his hand goes up just seconds after the rude and arrogant Erizen’s, his left hand still oozing blood and other liquids. “What if we don’t want to participate in this tournament? Did you use deceit and false promises to lure the others here? And please tell me you did not arrange for that demon to be set loose on my world simply as one finally test before bringing me here. I’m sorry Helena but I do not see how winning this tournament could possibly give me what I want. All the money of both our worlds cannot buy what I want. I don’t need to win a competition to know who and what I am. There is more to life than being the best fighter.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 19:16:08</strong>
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				((Good point, bad timing though.&nbsp; I was hoping to play my trump card later but there it is lol.&nbsp; Oh well, no biggie, I'll just be sure to kick your ass first Elf lol.))<br><br>Giselle couldn't have agreed more with Tyger's assessment and his question, but Helena had wanted to save her trump for later when dealing with those that didn't want to fight out of hand or for personal glory.&nbsp; She was interrupted however when Yuna spoke up since it seemed a bit too coincidental for her.&nbsp; "Excuse me, I would not be here out of personal glory or riches either.&nbsp; I am missing someone from home, someone that was kidnapped and then your invite came along a couple days later.&nbsp; I don't believe in coincidence, and I doubt anyone here does either.&nbsp; If you expect us to believe that this tournament is truly honorable as you tried to make it out to be, then I will be forced to say that I don't believe that for an instant.&nbsp; It just seems too coincidental for my tastes."<br><br>Giselle opened her brown eyes in a bit of shock since she too wasn't here out of personal glory, and Helena she noticed looked away.&nbsp; It was true then.&nbsp; She didn't stand up, she didn't draw her blades either, but in the next eye blink, Giselle was standing before Helena with a sword resting right underneath the woman's neck, and forced her to stand.&nbsp; Needless to say, Helena was shocked into silence until she met Giselle's eyes.&nbsp; She was radiating quite a bit of hostile intent the blond woman's way, needless to say.&nbsp; "It's true.&nbsp; Some of you....I realized....wouldn't fight without proper incentive.&nbsp; Your father....Giselle...is on my island...safe and sound of that I promise....as is your lover....Yuna.&nbsp; Emma...I promised a cure for your disease....and Tyger...you I can cure as well...if given enough time and research.&nbsp; You will....be no longer considered...a monster...among the humans...and your own kind.&nbsp; That demon...was not called on purpose however....that was merely a chance....encounter.&nbsp; I am not...foolish enough to call such a terrible fiend."<br><br>"Too bad, because you seriously fucked with the wrong family you bitch.&nbsp; Give me one good reason why I shouldn't saw your head off and end that five years of torment you talked so much about?"&nbsp; Giselle asked with cold steel dripping from her voice as she pressed her sword point just a little closer to Helena's throat, drawing a couple drops of blood from her in the process.<br><br>"Because...he's safe and sound....for now.&nbsp; But...all it would take is my death....to change that...Ms. Do'Urden.&nbsp; The island is rigged to blow should something....unwanted happen to me.&nbsp; The only thing you'll find left....is a crater of where it used to be.&nbsp; Maybe...if you'll lucky you'll....see the blast, but traveling at 50,000 feet at at the speed we're going I seriously....doubt you will even see the cloud of smoke."&nbsp; She answered in kind, and Giselle growled but lowered Icingdeath from Helena's throat, but not before grabbing the woman by the front of her shirt and bodily lifting her so they were at eye level.<br><br>"If I survive this year, I would be watching your back Helena.&nbsp; Keep one eye open for the rest of your life because you just never know if I might find my own way here.&nbsp; If I do when this is over, I can't very well guarantee I won't come back to kill you myself."&nbsp; Letting her fall back into her chair, Giselle walked back to her seat and sat down heavily, looking at the floor and remaining silent for the rest of the ride unless otherwise spoken to.&nbsp; Yuna too was lost in silent but no less angry and sorrowful thoughts of Tidus being held against his will in Helena's clutches.&nbsp; She was no human being worth saving after all.&nbsp; That thing about the cancer, while she assumed was true, didn't make Yuna feel sympathetic anymore.&nbsp; If anything, it made her realize Helena was even more dangerous since she was on death's door.&nbsp; There was indeed far more to this whole thing than Helena led on.<br><br>((By the way, she teleported up there to get at Helena as she did before anyone asks.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 19:53:45</strong>
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				Erizen<br><br>For a moment, a smile came to Erizen's lips. She thought, for an honest second, she was about to see someone get decaptitated! When Giselle dropped her blade, her smile retreated to that neutral stare she kept plastered on her face. Something told her, however, that this tournament might be an out for her. A hundred million credits? On top of her usual commission? This was a win-win situation if she ever saw one. Winning the tournament, and shutting down the portal... she began to wonder if it were possible, and if it weren't she may just 'die' in this tournament so she didn't have to go back.<br><br>Thoughts swirled around in her head. Conversely... if she struck Helena down here and now... the entire island would explode, killing everyone, and destroying everything. Problem solved, mission accomplished. But she couldn't be sure... Standing and collecting her scythe, she relocated next to Helena. "A hundred million, you say?" She muttered, resting the weapon between her legs. "And all we have to do is win." Putting an arm around Helena she smiled a cruel, near sadistic grin. "You only had to ask. My commission with InterPol is up in six months..." She stroked her shoulder some. "If you've got room for a business partner, I could put down my Merc title." It was the most she's spoken in a while, but if things worked out, it should be worth it.<br><br>Emma<br><br>This woman knew no ends, did she? One minute she's the picture of anti-social, and the next she's <em>hitting</em> on the woman who ripped her from her world to here? She was either the most fickle of women in the galaxy, or she was the entrepreneurial, she couldn't decide. Tournament Mentality took control of Emma as she looked about the plane. Who would go first, who would be allowed to take out some of the rabble, and who could be saved for last? After watching the dark-skinned elf practically teleport in front of Helena, she decided it might be a good idea to let her go first, hell, it would probably be best if she was in the last group to go, just so she could see how everyone fought. "With all due respect, Ms. Douglas..." Emma started again. "I don't want <em>cured</em>. I look like shit but... on a base level... I'm probably better then anyone here... not to offend, but it's true. Sure, training and skill and all that... but take it away... we're all human here, right?"<br><br>"Speak for yourself, Freak." Erizen chimed in. "<em>We're</em> all human. You're a freak of nature. And I plan on putting you down." That's it, Emma thought, seething. The Crimson Bitch goes first.<br><br>"Oh, be quiet." Emma chimed in, waving her off. "At least we're not money grubbing little whores." In a flash of red, Erizen leapt the seat she was by and pressed the dull edge of her scythe to Emma's neck.<br><br>"Say it again." She spoke plainly.<br><br>"You... really have to watch your positioning." Emma responded with a little smirk. Erizen looked down, Emma's claws poised right over her stomach, and other vital organs. "Why don't you go sit down." Thinking for a second, she did just that, picking the book back up and reading.<br><br>"Never be alone."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 20:13:43</strong>
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				Smiling a little at Emma Tyger says, “In truth I am only half human, and Giselle here is not human at all. Her bloodlines come in equal parts from light and dark elves.”<br><br>With a sigh Tyger closes and says, “For all your wealth and research, Helena, you are a fool. Whatever power you placed in the shuriken that you sent to me, it captured my greatest desire thus luring me here. But a cure for my curse is not what I want. If that were what I want I could have had that centuries ago.” Opening his eyes which are now an almost demonic red he stares at Helena. “I have made this curse my own, it is a part of who and what I am. Through the years several powerful clerics of different faiths have offered to lift my curse and I turned them all down. Even removing it will not make people accept me as one of them. My elven blood makes humans unwelcoming to me and my human blood makes the elves even more unwelcoming. The two races tolerate the other well enough but neither can seem to deal well with a merging of the two.”<br><br>Standing slowly Tyger begins to pace. “The way I see it, if I fight in this tournament displaying my skill in combat will only reinforce the reasons normals have to fear me. Regardless of my heritage and curse I am not a monster. All I want is for people to see that and accept me for who I am. I honestly don’t see how you can give me that. You are just a dying bitch seeking to exploit my curse as well as the abilities of the others here. Is this going to be some sort of gladiatorial match for the entertainment of bored and sick rich bastards and a way for you to increase your own profits? You better come up with a better reason for me to participate or just send me back now. So far there is only one among the contestants that I might be willing to fight, and that only because she needs to be taught some manners.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 22:34:00</strong>
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				Cammy had said nothing throughout all this, as she silently took in her surroundings, looking for anything out of place that Colonel Wolfmann might want to know about. This portal thing that that Douglas woman had mentioned put her on edge; it was probably the thing that the Colonel had told her about.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 23:49:52</strong>
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				Ryu stands up to point out the obvious.&nbsp; "Ladies and gentlemen, please refrain from fighting at this point in time."&nbsp; The ninja's eyes flashed with seriousness.&nbsp; "It is highly doubtful that we would survive the bombs that the sly and dubious Ms. Douglas has no doubt put in place."&nbsp; Ryu felt the strings of fate pulling them together, but he also felt a horrifying force tearing them apart.&nbsp; Was it fear?&nbsp; Was it uncertainty?&nbsp; Was it the fact that Helena was with holding something?<br><br>Ryu held up his hand, requesting a momentary silence.&nbsp; "Ms. Douglas, if you wouldn't mind, could you leave this lounge?"&nbsp; He knew that she would be listening anyhow, but it would put him at ease to know that she couldn't open her mouth and insert her own foot.&nbsp; Whether or not she left, was entirely up to her, however if she did leave he would start his speech.<br><br>His smoldering green eyes burned a hole into Erizen's head, making sure that his next point would hit home.&nbsp; "If you came for money, I suggest you take part in the competition and abide by the rules."&nbsp; He left off there.&nbsp; Surely she would be smart enough to notice the gleaming eyes of all the wolves around her, waiting to tear her throat from her body.&nbsp; He changed his view to Tyger now, still the intense look, but still softer somehow.&nbsp; "Your path is one of honor.&nbsp; You are like me, and I know you can feel that.&nbsp; I know that you can feel that we are drawn together, cursed or not.&nbsp; Your desire wasn't to find a cure.&nbsp; Your desire is to find a place among sentient beings, and this challenge may be your best bet."<br><br>He exhaled deeply.&nbsp; In a few moments he had become a motivational speaker.&nbsp; Not his strong point.&nbsp; He'd rather not speak at all, but he felt he must press on.&nbsp; "Dead or Alive has been held for horrible reasons in the past, but also great reasons.&nbsp; Our people look forward to it.&nbsp; It's a very much uniting... sport."&nbsp; He pressed on one final point.&nbsp; "If you win, you WILL find what you are looking for here."&nbsp; He looks down slightly, away from the group, then back up.&nbsp; "I'm just here to make sure that she," pointing at where Helena SHOULD have left, "isn't trying to take over the world or something equally foolish."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 00:12:02</strong>
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				((One more post for a few hours.&nbsp; Fenrir, feel free to catch up when you can, and as for the rest, post at will lol.))<br><br>Helena silently got up at Ryu's command and went for her own private quarters upon the plane.&nbsp; He was right to have her disappear considering how very tense things had gotten with the reveal of having hostages.&nbsp; Giselle as well as Yuna turned to the Ninja, as did the rest of the occupants no doubt as he began his little speech.&nbsp; When it was over, the half Drow sighed but stood, wondering what to do in this situation, but one thing was undoubtedly clear to her.&nbsp; "I can't turn back now Ryu.&nbsp; That BITCH has my father locked away in her island.&nbsp; I...don't have a choice but to go on from here and fight to my damned hardest, but like you and Tyger I don't do this for personal glory or riches or any stupid thing like that.&nbsp; As for the merc among us, if we should meet in the fields of battle, expect absolutely no mercy from me for your ways of begging for scraps at a supposed stronger master's table."<br><br>Giselle sat down but she felt and looked far more determined now she had a clear goal in mind.&nbsp; No one would stand in her way.&nbsp; Yuna felt the same way, but she wasn't about to mercilessly slaughter anyone out of hand.&nbsp; The mercenary might not be a problem though, considering she was willing to sell out her own employers for a bigger salary.&nbsp; "I'm with Giselle on this.&nbsp; I too do not have a choice but to move on since Helena has one I too hold dear to my heart.&nbsp; I will do all that I must to make sure he returns alive.&nbsp; That...is all I can do from here.&nbsp; I will however accept help...even from those I must fight, but please understand that I too shall not hold back because to do so will make all this meaningless."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 06:53:08</strong>
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				From all that she had heard so far, a cold and grim determination filled the small blonde. This Helena Douglas had done something unforgivable, as far as Cammy was concerned; taking hostages to force compliance was the sort of evil that Bison and Shadaloo would engage in. And indeed, <em>had </em>engaged in, as her ‘sisters’ could testify to; being brainwashed into acting as Bison’s personal guards, just like she had been.<br><br>Her crystal blue eyes darkened in anger and contempt, and her teeth began to faintly grind together as she struggled to control her temper. At the same time, she felt a sort of kinship and sympathy for the dark-skinned elf woman, having to do what she was doing, for the sake of her family.<br><br>She moved over to the girl, Giselle or whatever her name was. “Hullo.” she said, trying to strike up conversation with her. She then suddenly realised, she had no idea what she could possibly say to her in this situation. "Uhm...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 08:02:54</strong>
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				Erizen<br><br>The pointed, blunt stab the elf made at her bounced clean off her shoulders as if it were never there. <em>Table scraps?</em> She thought to herself, mentally smiling as she continued to read. <em>Those fools would hardly be able to call retiring at 20 'table scraps'. I suppose they call gold meaningless here... Strange world indeed...</em> The lot on this plane spoke a good game, and looked a good game, but when everything was said and done, only the person who could back up their words would make it out a winner, and the more you spoke, the more you had to back up.<br><br>Considering how little she's spoken so far, she figures this is in the bag, but getting overconfident is no different then coming to a fight unprepared, so she kept her thoughts to herself. Reaching into her dress, she withdrew her InterPol ID, the words "Interdimentional Police Department" displayed prominently, with 'Fringe Division' under it. Investigate and Destroy threats to their world. That was her job... at least so long as they kept paying her. But when a better offer rears it's head... what do you do? You snatch it up. She'd corner Helena later and ask again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 08:23:30</strong>
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				Ryu stared blankly into space for a moment, recanting the entire scene as it had played out.&nbsp; He switched back to his usual introvert self, staying ever aware of his surroundings and waiting for the action to happen.&nbsp; He replayed the situation in his mind.<br><br>A Dark Elf and a Summoner, both looking for someone dear...<br>A Half Elf Ninja, a man just looking for a place to call home...<br>A woman with a terrible virus, trying to figure out why she's even here...<br>A British police woman, doing who knows what...&nbsp; ((But damn are her legs fine.))<br>A battle hardened and brazen young mercenary, fighting for her greater good...<br>Helena Douglas, a dying woman with obviously hidden agendas...<br>And lastly, the human ninja, just waiting for it all to go down hill.<br><br>He spent some time networking with CIA Operative Sonia, the Mugen Tenshin Clan, and of course, the Hayabusa clan.&nbsp; He knew all his transmissions were being monitored.&nbsp; He hoped that this would prevent any overly aggressive actions from ever ensuing, but he highly doubted this.&nbsp; <br><br>What was Helena's real reason for promoting DOA 5?&nbsp; She hadn't been behind it for the past four years, so why now?&nbsp; He also noticed that Ayane had not recieved an invitation, nor anyone else that she may have a grudge against, but then again, what sane person walks through the front door of your enemies house?&nbsp; He doubted he'd see Christie here, but if DOATEC was operational again, you knew she was nearby.&nbsp; And if he saw her, contest or not, he would end her mortal existance.<br><br>His visage grew dark, his eyes blazing with conviction.&nbsp; There was focus and blood in his heart.&nbsp; He would need to have words with Ms. Douglas after they landed, this time about the involvement of innocent people, and their status as hostages.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 10:30:16</strong>
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				Stopping his pacing Tyger looks at and listens to the other ninja’s words. The anger he was feeling is released from him with a heavy sigh. His eyes change from the red to gray. After the speech he listens to Giselle and the other woman announce their determination to rescue their captured loved ones. Turning his attention back to the other man he says, “Ryu, is it. Yes I can feel it. With your wisdom am guessing that you are head of your clan. I myself have no clan. Like so many others they saw only the curse and tried to destroy me. Instead of fighting them I left, moved to a different continent. I don’t know what this world is like but I know in mine and Giselle’s winning this competition would change nothing.”<br><br>Tyger takes a deep breath before continuing, “Before receiving my ‘invitation’ I save a small town from a greater demon set loose by an incompetent wizard. During the fight I was forced to use my curse. After the beast was sent back to the Abyss do you know what I saw in the eyes of every single person I just saved? It was not relief or gratitude. It was raw terror and the woman that had shared my bed and had asked me to stay could not even bare to have me come near her.”<br><br>Turning to look at Giselle Tyger promises, “For you my friend, the only person in my long life to have accepted me for who I am even after seeing my curse, I will stay and help in any way that I can to rescue your father. I hope that it also helps to save the one you, Yuna, are seeking to rescue as well.” Once again looking at Ryu he continues, “If this DOATEC is as big a threat as you say, then they are not only a threat to this world, but to others as well. You have my oath to help you as best as I can, if you will accept my aid after knowing my curse.”<br><br>Tyger steps to the front turns and faces the entire room. “I am about to do something I have never done. I am going to show you all my curse. Before I do I have to tell you that I will not be able to speak, but my mind will not have changed.” He takes a deep breath and his body starts to expand and change form. White fur with black stripes sprouts from his skin as his armor, cloak, and all that he is carrying vanish. Within a matter of just a few seconds the half elf is replaced by an over 7’ tall half man half tiger.<br>(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/weretiger.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>15-03-2011, 18:14:27</strong>
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				Looking up, both Yuna and Giselle nod to Cammy, but it is the half Drow that smiles weakly at what the girl was trying to do.&nbsp; "It's ok...Cammy.&nbsp; I appreciate what you're trying to do, but...you needn't try so hard.&nbsp; It wouldn't be the first time something like this has happened, but...I and my brothers back home have never had to deal with this as my father's old friends did once upon a time.&nbsp; It is not often, thank the Gods, that he is captured and held against his will.&nbsp; He's a far better warrior than I'll ever be, but I don't envy his skill since he has had to fight many battles and partake in many bloody wars to get to where he is now.&nbsp; I can only hope I'm able to put to good use what I've learned to return the favor for once."&nbsp; Motioning for her to sit down, Giselle looks to Ryu and Tyger in turn as Yuna silently ponders her own involvement in all this.<br><br>Erizen would be public enemy number one after her little display of disloyalty to her own employees, and thus no one would in their right mind trust the mercenary except to have her stab them in the back most likely when and if the opportunity presented itself.&nbsp; Both Yuna and Giselle would be sure not to let that happen to them if they could help it.&nbsp; Emma was stronger than even she realized, Giselle knew that just from sitting next to her.&nbsp; Coming out of her personal thoughts when Tyger walks to the front of the plane, both Yuna and Giselle watch silently as he transforms.&nbsp; Giselle knew what it was to be an outcast, a fact she hadn't openly shared just yet with everyone around her, but she would after Tyger's presentation of his curse and his wish to just find a place to call his own.&nbsp; She knew what it was he sought, but she had already found a place she could safely call her own.&nbsp; If they both survived this, she would take him with her back to Mithral Hall if he wished to go.&nbsp; There, the Battlehammer Dwarves would accept him without question as Giselle had when he had first shown her his cursed form.&nbsp; She didn't view it as a curse however, but rather a strange blessing.<br><br>Yuna couldn't suppress a gasp but she knew that she had nothing to fear as she slowly approached the half elf.&nbsp; Looking into his eyes, she could still see Tyger for who he truly was, and there was no fear in her own at what he was now.&nbsp; "Why are so many people afraid of you?&nbsp; I do not see any reason to fear, Tyger.&nbsp; You are still the same, no matter what form you take.&nbsp; I cannot thank you enough however, for offering your aid."&nbsp; She said without even a tremor to her hands as she touched the side of his face gently, causing the half Drow back in their seats to look away.&nbsp; A small pang of jealousy was creeping up on her, but Giselle buried it quickly as Yuna turned and walked back to her side before sitting down again.&nbsp; She too would owe Tyger a great deal before this was over as she met Tyger's eyes with her own brown orbs, nodding her silent thanks as well as her approval of what he was doing.&nbsp; There was no one she'd trust more than him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 02:14:46</strong>
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				On the outside, Ryu remained the portrait of calm.&nbsp; He could see that it would scare normal people, but he saw stuff like this every day.&nbsp; The back of his mind however, was a completely different story.&nbsp; <em>Hah!&nbsp; The name ISN'T just a name.</em>&nbsp; He settled into a smug smile, just thinking about the catfish en route behind them at that very moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Ryu pulled down his head dress like a visor, covering his eyes, then leaned back.&nbsp; "You are no more a foul beast than I am."&nbsp; And with that, he nodded off, body still rigid with apparent consciousness, but he was out like a light bulb, dreaming of fishing and his antique shop.&nbsp; A strange combination.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 07:03:44</strong>
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				Terra looked thoughtfully at the hand that was offered to her and decided against taking it.&nbsp; The woman who offered it to her looked pleasant enough, and even kind, but trust should never be so easily learned as a kind face.&nbsp; As the woman moved on to something else Terra stood up and was startled to find that she was able to understand everyone now.&nbsp; Before they had been making sounds and noises she could not recognize but now she had a clear understanding of everything they said.&nbsp; She tilted her head suspiciously had they been talking in a language she did not understand purposely? She quickly dismissed the idea they did not seem to have enough in common to be planning against her.&nbsp; She stayed quiet and listened to the dark skinned woman addressed another man about an object he had been fiddling with.&nbsp; Before the man answered the strangest woman appeared.&nbsp; This one seemed different from the others.&nbsp; She was well dressed and had a few men following her all dressed in the same manner.&nbsp; While everyone in her party seemed a little disoriented, excluding the man in the dark outfit that had been caught by the dark woman playing with an object, this woman seemed to know exactly why she was here.<br><br>The woman, Helena, began speaking and Terra became more confused with every word uttered.&nbsp; How did this woman know her name and where did they plan to take her and what was Dead or Alive?&nbsp; Terra searched the party for who would respond to the name Ryu but to what she saw no one did.&nbsp; She made a mental note to notice who spoke with the blonde woman in private before the dark woman asked a question.&nbsp; Giselle, she was called, Terra quickly learned.&nbsp; At Helena's answer a look of fear quickly passed over Terra's face.&nbsp; She felt for her magic, lightly so she would not have a reaction like the one earlier, to make sure that the blonde woman's words were not true, that magic and mysticism did not exist in this world.&nbsp; At the comforting feeling of her magic Terra cocked an eyebrow at the woman.&nbsp; Either Helena was a liar or an imbecile but Terra put that to the back of her mind as a word she did not recognize came to light.&nbsp; Drow?&nbsp; She looked the woman up and down noticing for the first time how different she was from everyone.&nbsp; Terra's brain widened in excitement remembering the strange color of her other skin.&nbsp; She must be an Esper, an Esper by the name Drow.&nbsp; Terra looked around and her eyes landed on the lighter skinned woman with glowing red eyes.&nbsp; She must be an Esper as well. <br><br>Terra followed the others wondering what their mode of transit, as Helena had called it, would be.&nbsp; As she step outside she encountered many things she had not before but before she could concentrate on any of them the man in the purple and black armor and pointed ears began shouted his annoyance at the smell.&nbsp; She laughed at his reaction but tried to cover it quickly in case he noticed.&nbsp; She took a deep breath but did not notice anything strange.&nbsp; He must have better senses she and watched him further, noticing he walked more gracefully than the others.&nbsp; Interesting.&nbsp; Before she knew it she stood outside a large metal... thing.&nbsp; For some reason it did not put her on edge as it did some of the others and she hid her wonder easily as she came up it and was lead up the stairs inside of it.&nbsp; As the last in line Terra watched as some people sat together and she thought a moment about sitting near the man who she had uncerimoniously laughed at earlier but when he sat beside Giselle she decided against it.&nbsp; She was not brave enough to talk to the Esper yet so she opted for the back of the transit to sit by herself and keep an eye on everyone else.&nbsp; <br><br>The man who played with strange objects did started speaking first and answered Giselle's question about the beeping object.&nbsp; Terra found herself extremely interested in the communication device but had no chance before he turned to the pale woman.&nbsp; Emma, he called her.&nbsp; Terra blinked, that was a strange name for an Esper.&nbsp; But the man's other words confused her.&nbsp; Dead or Alive Tournament?&nbsp; A realization, of what was going on, quickly donned on her.&nbsp; She was here to fight and again she looked around at the others wondering if she would be fighting them or if they would all be fighting monsters.&nbsp; As the man stated the usual hidden motives behind Helena and the Dead or Alive Tournament, Terra turned back to Helena.&nbsp; Liar, though she could not possibly understand why she trusted him over Helena, especially when the foreign object in his hand beeped again and Terra glared at it.&nbsp; <br><br>Helena began to speak soon after the first man, calling Emma Ms. Windsor.&nbsp; Windsor seemed like a much more appropriate Esper name to Terra but she continued to listen to Helena's explanation and was happy to discover the man with the communication device to be Ryu, also the one who was supposed to speak with Helena privately.&nbsp; Terra's distrust of Helena increased more as she explained more about her past.&nbsp; Though brushes with death do tend to change people Terra did not feel that Helena was that kind of person.&nbsp; When Helena explained she had past mistakes and coupled the statement with the people who previously owned the tournament had made many as well Terra believed her assumption to not be far off the mark.&nbsp; Once you ride a chocobo, it is hard to go back to walking.<br><br>As Helena went silent and looked forward and Terra followed her eyes to a moving painting and her eyes widened when sound began to fill the area around her.&nbsp; She looked for who was speaking and when she found everyone was watching the painting she returned to watching.&nbsp; She was amazed at how life like the painting was but soon adjusted to the newness of it and began listening intently as the tournament was explained.&nbsp; Terra snorted softly as the video referred to Ryu's communication device, more reason not to trust him.&nbsp; Terra snorted even louder at the out right audacity of the phrase "the first true tournament that has no secret agenda."&nbsp; She thought that was as likely as one of them turning into a tiger.&nbsp; She found she liked the idea of so much money going towards the Returners against the Empire in her own world and what better way to hone her skills by going up against the best.&nbsp; She became nervous at the visions of the pasts fights and their intensity but she felt better knowing that any practice would improve her skill against the Empire.&nbsp; She felt little fear as the question was raised by an abrasive woman about eliminations and Helena answered.&nbsp; Terra had faced death before and survived, this would have to be one more time.<br><br>Terra watched as the man in the purple and black armor's hand went up, his oozing hand causing her stomach to clench.&nbsp; But his question caught her off guard, had the monster that attack her been set upon her by these people.&nbsp; She glared at Helena a moment before letting her eyes drift back to the man who had spoken as he continued.&nbsp; Terra did not understand how money could not be of use to him or what difference it made "what he was," but she did agree with his last statement about there being more to life than fighting.&nbsp; Her eyes moved back to Helena interested in her answer but before she could answer the kind looking woman, who had offered her hand earlier, pipes up with her own doubt about winning a tournament helping her in a quest to find someone.&nbsp; Before Terra can contemplate on her comments Gisella disappears and reappears to Helena with a knife at her throat.&nbsp; She was not surprised that the Esper contained so much skill.&nbsp; Her faced paled as she realized to win this tournament she would be force to defeat not one but two Espers.&nbsp; She was pulled back from her fear as Helena began to talk.&nbsp; Her eyes went to each person as she learned their name.&nbsp; Yuna, who was looking for a loved one and Tyger, who was some how a monster.&nbsp; She cocked an eyebrow and looked him up and down once more.&nbsp; He did not seem a fierce monster if he was one and as see studied him she missed some of the exchange.<br><br>When she returned her eyes back to Helena, Giselle had returned to her seat, and another woman had gone up and put her hands around Helena and Terra was annoyed to find she had missed whatever comment had been made.&nbsp; She quickly turned to Emma as she began explaining that she did not wish to be cured.&nbsp; Terra's head titled a little in thought, perhaps she was not an Esper if she could catch illness, she put the thought to the back of her mind as the abrasive woman began to insult Emma.&nbsp; She watched emotionless as they toyed with each other back and forth and was not surprised with the abrasive woman went at the pale woman with the intent to harm.&nbsp; People with attitudes like hers fought now and would wonder why they had not asked questions later.&nbsp; She smiled as Emma's claws were positioned at the other woman's stomach and her smile widened with the other woman sat back down and Terra resisted the urge to stand and cheer.&nbsp; <br><br>Her eyes returned to Tyger as he began to speak again about his heritage and his curse and she was shocked to see that his eyes were a deep red.&nbsp; Had they been that color before?&nbsp; She listened as he proclaimed that Helena would need to find a better reason for him to fight.&nbsp; Terra agreed that not everyone had reasons to fight and Helena should not make those who did not wish to participate do so but no matter anyone else's decision she would do so.&nbsp; The Returners needed her as battle ready as she could be and if this was a way to get there she would do it.&nbsp; She watched silently as Ryu stood and asked Helena to leave and Terra's distrust of him grew when Helena did so without complaint.&nbsp; She listened to his words and though his words should have struck a chord within her they did not.&nbsp; She had her reason to fight and she did not need encouragement.&nbsp; Terra heard Giselle's and Yuna's decision to stay in the fight to save their loved ones and she discovered she did not want to fight against the two.&nbsp; Loved ones were hard to come by and it was a great loss when anything happened to them.&nbsp; She remembered her own friends and changed her feelings drastically.&nbsp; If it was them or her it would have to be them.<br><br>Terra turned back her attention back to Tyger as he spoke to Ryu and she grew more and more curious at his "curse" as he talked more about it.&nbsp; When he went to the front of the room and announced he was going to show his curse Terra sat up further in her seat to get a better look and she gasps as his armor disappears and is replaced with white striped fur.&nbsp; So their were others here that could change form she glanced around to see if she could pinpoint any one else with the ability but her eyes could only see skin deep.&nbsp; She thought momentarily about going up and joining him at the front of the room to reveal her own secret, but if she was truly here to win the surprise might very well help her in a fight.&nbsp; She watched as Yuna went over and told Tyger there was no reason to fear him.&nbsp; Perhaps there was no more to her than the kindness plaster upon her face.&nbsp; Terra could understand not being afraid of him, because she found she was not, but she could also understand why such a fierce creature would cause other's fear.&nbsp; Terra could see the deadliness in his form, as in her own alternate form, even if Yuna could not and she thought about pointing it out and she went to meet Tyger's eyes squarely and decided against it.&nbsp; Let other's worry about themselves.&nbsp; Terra outright laughed at Ryu's comment finding she could much agree with Tyger being no more beast than her.&nbsp; She quieten quickly because she did not want to draw attention to herself.&nbsp; She rather liked sitting in the back, watching and learning about everyone else, fading silently into the background.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 08:21:33</strong>
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				Emma<br><br>Emma watched with a little discomfort as the other elf transformed into a gigantic tiger human thing before her very eyes. It was comforting to see someone with a similar bad side. "At least you're not a monster all the time, friend." Emma chimed in, raising both hands. "I, sadly, don't have a choice."<br><br>"At least you admit it." Erizen added her two cents in with a smug grin.<br><br>"I'm going to rip your head off and shove it so far up your ass, you can give yourself a colonoscopy! Can it!" The Revenant barked, pointing a finger at Erizen from across the plane. The blonde girl only put her hands at the side of her head and made a 'ooooooo!' sound as she taunted the Revenant.<br><br>Erizen<br><br>Erizen chuckled to herself as she sat back in her seat. She was so easy to rile up. She really should be careful, though. These were the best of the best in this plane, and she already could tell she was making more enemies then friends. Friends only get you killed. They're anchors, dead weight. Besides, if she made friends with these people... well... how can you kill your friends? Enemies were so much easier to kill, especially an enraged enemy.<br><br>As her thoughts drifted back to the thought of early retirement, she opened her book once more and began reading, speaking each word to herself as she did so, imagining that which the author envisioned her to. She couldn't help but be distracted by the feeling of eyes boring into her skull. She looked back, seeing the woman who arrived last staring at her in a perplexed look. It drifted about the plane, but she was definitely looking at her. Collecting her book and scythe, Erizen stood and went to introduce herself to Terra, taking the seat next to her.<br><br>"I don't think we've been introduced. That and you've been so quiet, hardly said a word... woman after my own heart." She gave a coy smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 23:03:29</strong>
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				((Just getting the plane on the ground....and starting the fun at the same time lol.&nbsp; Once you actually REACH the Mansion, we'll have to all undergo a complete physical but beyond that you can check the grounds out and pick your places to duel as you see fit.&nbsp; There will be more areas opened up as things progress, but as I said before, this thread will be our battleground for the most part when it's just the general grounds and stuff.&nbsp; Any specialized areas will need a link established and all that.))<br><br>Giselle sighed, wondering if she'd need to kill that damn merc now if she kept on poking Emma, but the Witch Revenant seemed capable of handling herself, and thus she'd let her defend herself.&nbsp; Still, the general census seemed to be that Erizen would be the first to go at this rate.&nbsp; The others...she didn't WANT to fight but she would if she had to to save her father, and she guessed the same of Yuna as well.&nbsp; "Peace Emma, she wants you to attack her, and you're giving into her by reacting as you are.&nbsp; If you don't get your chance, I'll be sure to pay her back in full."&nbsp; Giselle said, putting a comforting hand on the woman's shoulder as Yuna nodded in agreement.&nbsp; One of them would be pitted against Erizen, and it was almost assured she wouldn't be walking away after they were done with her.&nbsp; An announcement was heard over the intercom, and Giselle clenched her fists again when it was Helena that was heard.<br><br>"We will be having a light lunch before we land.&nbsp; Just wave one of the passing attendants down and tell them what you wish from the cart.&nbsp; We will be at DOA Island in approximately three and a half hours.&nbsp; Please refrain from fighting each other until then since any damage to the plane would result in us crashing in the ocean most likely, never to be heard from again.&nbsp; We have brought food from your respective worlds, save for Ms. Windsor's given the dangerous nature of her place of origin.&nbsp; Thank you for your cooperation."&nbsp; Giselle and Yuna both had to stifle the urge to cough/laugh given the fact they technically weren't there by choice, but they'd play along for now.&nbsp; Besides, Yuna knew she could do with a snack after her own fight to get here, having skipped breakfast given her rush to get to her destination.&nbsp; General chatter ensued, food was served, and eventually the time passed until they were preparing to land.<br><br>"This is your captain speaking.&nbsp; If you look out the right side, you can see our destination.&nbsp; We will be descending momentarily.&nbsp; Please buckle up and hold on, there will be a spot of turbulence."&nbsp; Helena had since returned to the contestant cabin and buckled up at the front as she had before.&nbsp; Giselle was looking nervous again as the plane shook and rumbled, her hands grabbing the armrests tightly again until her knuckles turned white, a hard thing to do considering her skin color.&nbsp; Yuna noticed and wished there was something she could do to help, but thankfully it wasn't a long trip down to the island, and a beautiful place it was.&nbsp; The jungle surrounding it would be hard to navigate save for the single well worn path that lead up to the place, but something told her that it wouldn't be as easy as all that.&nbsp; Once the plane had managed to get on the long runway without any major difficulties save for one last great rumble that jarred her teeth, Giselle opened her eyes and sighed in relief as she and Yuna got up quickly.<br><br>Helena was the first out after a flight of stairs, similar to the first at the airport, was put before the entrance.&nbsp; Turning to the group, the blond headed woman was face to face with Giselle again, something she didn't enjoy after the last time she had had her sword up to her throat.&nbsp; "Welcome to the grounds that will be used to hold the fifth Dead Or Alive Tournament.&nbsp; Ten miles of beautiful beaches and jungle, as well as the mansion you see in the distance can be a battleground at any time I choose.&nbsp; Fighters will be chosen at random based on skill and other factors, but there's a challenge to be completed first.&nbsp; You have to REACH the mansion before sundown.&nbsp; Those that don't make it will be sent home.&nbsp; You have two hours, and for a regular human being, it's a pretty hard hike."&nbsp; Giselle couldn't believe it as Helena was pulled through a wormhole and most likely deposited in her home.&nbsp; The portal closed too quickly for anyone to follow, which left everyone else to fight their way through the forest since she didn't trust that path that was there.&nbsp; Jumping out of the plane, the half Drow landed on her feet and took off like a bolt of greased lightning, leading the way...at least for now until and if someone passed her up.<br><br>((The 'path' is rigged with traps and automated turrets as well as regular guards.&nbsp; The jungle and the surrounding areas are better, but no less dangerous since I plan to have random monsters pop up lol.&nbsp; Welcome to DOA.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>16-03-2011, 23:37:43</strong>
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				She stare confused at Emma wondering what a colonoscopy was and if she could actually stick the coarse woman's head up her rear.&nbsp; She let her eyes roam the other contestants stopping on ones she had learned information about thinking and roaming over others that had not had not interacting much.&nbsp; &nbsp; Her wondering eyes stopped a moment.&nbsp; That was what she was trying to do by fading into the background.&nbsp; Perhaps she should take a harder look at the others.&nbsp; Her eyes landed on a blonde woman with long braided pig tails with blue eyes and she felt a pang of homesickness for Celes but she pushed it down.&nbsp; This blonde woman had not said a word the entire time and she made a mental note to keep an eye on her.&nbsp; Her eyes traveled to the angry woman that kept fighting with the questionable Esper.&nbsp; She had interacted plenty but had not given Terra any insights other than she did not seem to like anyone.<br><br>Terra was extremely surprised as the very woman she was studying stood up and came to sat down beside her then was more surprised as she began to speak.&nbsp; Terra felt she should have known better than to show too much interest in one person.&nbsp; She had not been trying to watch any one person too much but she had forgotten that some people are more aware of eyes than others and she was surprised to see that this rough woman had picked up on her observations before anyone else.&nbsp; The thought crossed her mind to ignore the woman completely but she dismissed it.&nbsp; Though her nature was friendly and she imagined she would make friends here against her better judgement she did not want to be this woman's friend.<br><br>"No, I have not be introduced to anyone.&nbsp; I apologize if you believed me to be after your heart." Confusion entered Terra's voice because she did not completely understand the phrase.&nbsp; Surely this woman did not believe she was trying to seek her friendship?&nbsp; "I have not intentionally given any indication of desiring your attentions.&nbsp; I find you extremely abrasive and do not look to surround myself with such qualities."&nbsp; She paused a moment wondering if that was were she wanted to end the conversation before cocking an eyebrow and beginning again.&nbsp; "Though I do find myself curious as to why you choose me to show your first moment of kindness?&nbsp; If you could call it that."&nbsp; She turned to and accepted the lunch that was offered politely.&nbsp; Terra waited for the woman's answer knowing that if the woman fought through her anger enough to provide a suitable answer Terra would likely not say another word to her.<br><hr><br>Terra got off the transit much like she got on in it: last.&nbsp; She gathered slightly behind the others listening for what Helena had to say.&nbsp; When informed them that they would have two hours to get to the mansion before sundown Terra sighed and removed her sword from her waist.&nbsp; She felt for her magic looking for its familiar presence and was comforted to find it was still easily reachable.&nbsp; She sat down comfortably with Ragnarök unsheathed at her feet and watched the others.&nbsp; They could team up and it would be easier and she thought about mentioning it but thought better of drawing attention to herself again.&nbsp; If someone else suggested it she would join the group, if not she would wait for them all to leave.&nbsp; If they did not want to work together she would not be followed or be caught following someone else.&nbsp; The Esper Drow had already gone at a speed Terra could barely comprehend.&nbsp; She waited seeing what everyone else would do.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 06:33:10</strong>
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				Erizen<br><br>Erizen gave a chuckle as the woman spoke. "It's just an expression. It doesn't mean I think you're trying anything funny." This woman was a bit of a stick in the mud, but she seemed like she could be some fun once you chip away the mud and bark. When the waitress came around with food, Erizen dismissed her with a wave of her hand. "Thank you, but I'm not hungry." It was a lie, she was starving, but she had a habit of not eating anything she didn't prepare herself. She'd almost got poisoned from eating at a restaurant once, and it's never happening again.<br><br>The rest of the plane ride was riddled with the usual. She made the occasional prod in Emma's direction, which was responded in kind by a snap from the woman.<br><br>Emma<br><br>"I swear to god, woman! I will tear off all your limbs, rearrange your face, make your internal organs your external organs, and turn you into a bad Picasso!" Emma retorted to one of Erizen's comments, which the lady in red only laughed to. Fuming, she crossed her arms and continued to eat. She hadn't had a decent hamburger in... ever. When most of what you had was salvaged TV Dinners that haven't been frozen in weeks... any food is good food.<br><br>She passed the remaining time in the plane catching a nap, trying to ignore Erizen's comments which, somehow, managed to be the ONLY thing she heard as she dozed. The initial bump jarred her awake as the plane began to come in for a landing. Drowsily buckling in, she looked about the rest of the cabin, the others going about their business of securing themselves. Emma was only really half paying attention to what Helena was saying as they left the plane, only really hearing was 'You've got til sunset to reach the mansion' and 'traps and monsters'. <em>Great...</em> She thought, rolling her eyes. <em>A nice, relaxing jog, complete with hurdles.</em> "Hey Emma!" Erizen's voice chimed in. Emma took a look at the woman she'd grown to hate already.<br><br>Erizen<br><br>"Hey Emma!" She called as the woman turned. "Bet you I make it there before you!" And without so much of a confirmation of bet, Erizen held the scythe to her back and started to sprint towards the mansion. She, of course, ignored Helena's briefing, and most importantly, the bit about the traps. She had a decent head start, only really behind the Drow, and was starting to feel really good. "I should make bets more often." She grinned to herself, her shoes sending leaves and sticks flying with each step. It was just as she was starting to feel overconfident when the worst happened.<br><br>"SNAP!" A searing pain shot up her leg and into her chest. Wailing in an agonized cry, she collapsed to her stomach, a large metal bear trap clamped tight around her left leg. It would be the first time she's shown a hint of humanity. With the pain throbbing in her leg and her socks stained crimson with her own blood, tears welled in her eyes. Her scythe had flown from her hand and was lodged in a tree some ten feet away. She tried to stand, but the pain was just too much. Crumpling like a rag doll, she laid flat on her chest and hid her head in her arm, silently crying through the intense agony.<br><br>Well, that's it. Her arrogance had once again gotten her in trouble. She was gimped now, and wouldn't be able to reach the mansion on time, kindness of another barring, and judging how she'd acted on the plane, the chances of that were somewhere in the vicinity of zero. Sounds of footsteps coming to a stop behind her quelled her cries as she rolled to her back. Towering above her was Emma, the same one she'd tormented the whole way here.<br><br>"Ironic, isn't it?" Erizen asked, sniffling some. Emma cracked her knuckles and rolled her shoulders. She was sure the woman would just kill her and get it over with.<br><br>Emma<br><br>Dropping to her knees, Emma put one arm under the crippled girl's legs, and the other behind her neck to support her head. "Come on. Up you go." She spoke, pulling her close to her chest. She was heavy, especially with the large beartrap on her leg, but she was manageable.&nbsp; "Here... put your arm around my neck, and hang on. I think we can still make it by sundown." She muttered, mentally wondering why she didn't kill her. Stopping by the tree, Erizen took her scythe from the trunk and tucked it to her chest.<br><br>"Why-" Erizen began, a hard stare from Emma as she trudged through the forest stopped her.<br><br>"Shut up. Not a fucking word. I'm only doing this so I can kill you later. It's not because I like you, or anything." She growled, continuing, making slow, steady pace. "When we get back, we'll see to you getting that bear trap removed. For now, it stays on so you don't bleed to death."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 07:17:54</strong>
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				Cammy listened to the instructions closely, then nodded. "Beginning Mission." she stated in a calm, flat voice as he picked up her bag and opened the zip. Without a single word or glance at the others, she pulled her top off, revealing powerful six-pack abdominals and a pair of firm perky breasts that were easily High C-cup at the least, which were unconstrained by any form of bra. She then kicked off her shoes and her trackpants, revealing taut thighs and calves with green splotches of greasepaint, along with the fact she was also going commando there, and was a natural blonde.<br><br>Still in complete silence and mental focus, she pulled out a green zip-up leotard that looked like it was painted on her, two metal shoulderplates that locked into place with a metallic 'click', brown army boots she donned in the twinkling of an eye, suggesting long experience with both, then came a pair of fingerless red gauntlets that covered her forearms, and finally a green and red military visor cap and belt, which she donned to complete the ensemble.<br><br>She then looked at the people who were still present, before nodding. "Terra Branford." she said, still speaking in that solemn voice of hers. "I suggest we travel together, to improve our chances." she stated, as she picked up her bag and slung it over her shoulder.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 07:42:44</strong>
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				Giselle heard Erizen's cry of pain but she didn't slow down, having problems of her own as she ran up a tree just in time to avoid getting cut in half by a passing blade.&nbsp; Only a blade to be precise, having tripped a trap in her mad dash to get to the mansion first.&nbsp; Flipping back down to the ground and landing on her feet, the half Drow looked around the ground and saw that her hunch was right and that the entire area was likely booby trapped to some degree.&nbsp; That, and her sensitive ears could detect the presence of many creatures moving about in the jungle, and her warrior instincts told her they were not the average beast either.&nbsp; Just what Helena was thinking when she had dragged monsters from other planes to this one, Giselle couldn't guess, but one thing was for sure, she couldn't do this on her own as she continued forward, determined if nothing else to get through this in one piece.<br><br>Yuna was still at the plane, dumbfounded by Cammy's display and total lack of the normal civility and decency when it came to dressing in private, a fact that was obviously lost on the military girl considering she stripped right there in front of everyone that hadn't left the plane yet.&nbsp; Erizen, Emma, and Giselle had left as soon as Helena had disappeared, but Yuna had stayed behind because she hadn't gotten the belt undone in time to keep up, and Cammy had slowed her up as well since it was a complete shock to her sensibilities to see such a thing done in view of everyone.&nbsp; Shaking her shock off, Yuna closed her mix matched eyes and changed her own outfit as well, but hers was done far faster because she was using her Sphere Grid to do it which made changing clothes a breeze....usually.&nbsp; They had to be programmed a bit first, but after that it was simply a matter of having the room in the Grid to access the stored data and the abilities that came with them.&nbsp; Her Gunner Dressphere outfit faded out, and Yuna felt her old powers as a Summoner come to the front as her ceremonial robes and her magical staff appeared in her hands, though if one looked close enough she too was revealed in the buff for a few seconds as the transition took place.<br><br>She wasn't so well endowed as Cammy perhaps, but Yuna possessed a well toned figure with decidedly soft fair skin, her sex well shaved out of personal choice rather than anything else.&nbsp; That and it was an old habit of being a former priestess of Yevon, a now defunct religion considering how much they had cheated and lied in the past with both Sin and Vegnagun and everything else in between despite their good intentions.&nbsp; Now came the tricky part as the Summoner stepped on the first steps of the flight of stairs, but instead of descending as she started in her dance to bring forth Valefor, Yuna walked on air as surely as she had walked on water years ago while doing a Sending back on Kilika after Sin had destroyed the town almost completely.&nbsp; Singing could be heard as well as Yuna completed her summoning, Pyerflies surrounding her by then as she also sent spirits of the dead to the afterlife, and the mighty Aeon appeared from the sky, spreading its wings wide as it hovered underneath his master who was now floating more than a dozen feet off the ground.&nbsp; Valefor made sure his mistress was secure before taking off for the mansion, passing Erizen and Emma on the way.&nbsp; "Land before them Valefor.&nbsp; Despite what Erizen was doing the entire way here, we cannot just leave her to die out here."&nbsp; The bird like monster gave his understanding in the form of a screech that wasn't hard on the ears as it folded its wings and dived fast to the ground, opening them at the last moment to land gracefully before the Witch and the Merc.&nbsp; Hopping down, Yuna looked at the bear trap attached to Erizen's leg.&nbsp; "That looks bad.&nbsp; Emma, set her down for a moment.&nbsp; I can heal this wound if you can pull that thing off of her first."<br><br>If Emma did what she asked, Yuna would use her power in the form of a Cura to seal the wound and give Erizen a fighting chance against the monsters that she had seen while traveling above as she had been.&nbsp; If not, she'd offer a ride if nothing else.&nbsp; The choice was up to the Witch considering she was being nice enough to help the mercenary despite how insulting she had been to everyone.&nbsp; While she was talking, the dozens of Pyreflies, or souls of the dearly departed that Yuna had made manifest during her Sending mixed in with the Summoning, flew off in a single direction, having found peace thanks to her actions.&nbsp; Old habits died hard....<br><br>Final Fantasy 10 - Yuna Sending (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jJPhSapqRtw#)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 08:08:05</strong>
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				Emma<br><br>"We don't have much time... but she's slowing me down something fierce... alright, hang on." She answered the summoner, setting the mercenary on the ground. Thankfully, the trap hadn't broken her leg, so the teeth were spaced far enough apart for Emma to slide her fingers in. "Alright, get ready." She pulled the teeth apart with great effort, a groan escaping her throat, the trap whining a rusted cry as the joint worked to separate. As the teeth moved away, Erizen let out another cry of pain, one hand gripping at the dirt to find relief. The moment the jaws were free from her leg, the wound began oozing blood out of control, which was why she kept it on in the first place.<br><br>Erizen shut her eyes and gritted her teeth trying to tough through the pain, but it was body-numbing. Through her closed eyes, tears formed and ran free, unable to be stopped or slowed. It was a completely different side of Erizen, one no one, not even the InterPol people had ever seen before. It was her true personality. A scared, nineteen year old girl unsure of who she was.<br><br>Through everything, everything done, everything said, and everything meant, Emma and Yuna, two women she didn't get along with initially at all, had stopped their movements to the mansion to help her. Insanity. They could both be disqualified, and for what? Helping someone? They were idiots for stopping.<br><br>But she was glad they stopped.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>17-03-2011, 20:37:05</strong>
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				Tyger stands there for a moment completely stunned by Yuna’s reaction. Since he acquired his curse nobody has ever touched him in such a manner while in one of his furred forms. His eyes finally turn to Emma’s as he shrinks and the fur disappears and his armor and equipment return. He smiles at Emma saying, “Well at least your monstrous form is still quite attractive with a rather exotic allure to it. Mine is just … well … beastly.” Turning to Yuna he says, “Thank you, Yuna, I have never felt a tender touch against my fur before it was quite wondrous.”<br><br>Slowly walking back into the seating area Tyger takes a seat away from any of the others. He has much to think about, maybe Ryu is correct and being here may give him what he really wants. He still doubts that winning the competition will do it, but among the other contestants he seems to have already gotten a measure of the acceptance he so desperately craves. He also wonders at the strange physiological response he noticed in Giselle at the moment Yuna had touched his face. Is that what happens to the body when one feels jealousy? Why would she be jealous? She never showed that kind of interest in him that he can remember.<br><br>His thoughts are interrupted by Helena’s voice coming from everywhere at once. At the mention of lunch and the arrival of the carts loaded with food Tyger’s stomach rumbles its annoyance at being empty. When the flight attendant approaches him he takes a deep breath taking all the different scents of the different foods being offered. Always liking to try new things he ignores the food from his own world and tries things that are completely new to him.<br><br>After enjoying his meal Tyger glances down at his left hand. It has stopped its bleeding and oozing and looks to be about a week old now. Changing form has healed it quite well. Experimentally he flexes it and makes a fist, it is still tender and a bit stiff but it does not break open again. Relaxing he closes his eyes and soon falls into a light slumber.<br><br>Being awakened by the captain’s announcement Tyger follows the instructions and fastens the restraint about his waist. Upon landing he slowly removes the belt and slowly stands and listens to what Helena is saying. With his acute hearing he does not need to be up front to hear the words or understand their meaning. He sees the blonde change clothes and although is impressed by her nude form is otherwise unmoved. For some reason though the very brief glimpse of Yuna’s nudity has him wondering what her flesh would feel and taste like. Shaking the thoughts of running his tongue over her smooth skin he is one of the last to leave the plane.<br><br>At the top of the stairs Tyger takes a deep breath and grimaces silently hoping that the stench is from their transport and will lessen once in the jungle. He reaches up over his head and takes a firm grip on the top of the door frame. With a sudden display of strength and grace he swings his legs up over his head and on to the metal. Despite the smoothness of its surface he quickly and apparently easily climbs to the roof. From this new vantage point he looks at the mansion and scans the forest.<br>From atop the plane he sees Erizen fall due to the metal jaws of a trap clamped around her ankle. He then also sees Giselle narrowly avoid a lethal blade trap. He is about to jump down to aid the Merc even though he does not think she deserves it, but stops when Emma the one person who has gotten worst of the woman’s bad attitude actually lifts the injured woman in her arms. He smiles and thinks to himself, <em>now there is a woman with honor.</em> He is very impressed by Yuna’s means of transport and by the fact that she lands to give further assistance to the injured fighter.<br><br>Taking a couple of running steps Tyger leaps from the plane and flips through the air. He lands gracefully just a few feet from the blonde soldier. Both of his legs bend absorbing the impact and one hand touches the hard stone like ground. He stands slowly and looks at the blond, “Cammy, right? Would you ladies mind if I too joined you. I suggest that we move through the jungle rather than up the path. As you can guess, I’m sure, I’m quite at home in the jungle and can get us to our destination quite quickly and possibly avoid the traps and other obstacles.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 03:12:09</strong>
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				Ryu merely watched for a moment as the motley crew jumped out of the plane. He thought about the best pattern for operation, then had to change his mind because he wasn't operating with an entire team of ninja this time, but rather a group of highly skilled combatants, each learned in different areas of expertise than his.&nbsp; The one he could closest relate to would be Tyger.&nbsp; This worked out tho.&nbsp; It would be more like fighting with a Force Recon unit than sneaking in undetected.&nbsp; "Helena, could you not have waited until we had at least slept to throw us into hell?"&nbsp; He took his breath, and hopped out of the plane, landing behind tiger in an almost equally graceful manner, but nothing matched Tyger's natural feline abilities.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;<br>While Tyger was requesting to accompany the small group forming, Ryu sent a message to Sonia, telling her to wait until he reached a clear Landing Zone.&nbsp; There was no way in hell he'd be able to tote everything around with him up to the mansion, especially not with a group of people.&nbsp; When Tyger finished his point Ryu made his as well. "I would also like to join you.&nbsp; I agree with Tyger in that he should be on point.&nbsp; Either Cammy or myself can take up rear guard, and the other four can arrange themselves as they will."&nbsp; He looked around, knowing no one had reason to trust him on this assessment, but he thought the idea was good none the less.&nbsp; He instantly wished he'd brought his communication devices with him however, as that would make scout to group communication much easier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 04:33:06</strong>
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				Giselle looks back behind her and sees that the whole group had left the plane as she kept charging forward, her blades out and ready to strike as fast as a cobra as she turned her eyes back to the 'path' before her.&nbsp; She would accept help if it was offered or she found she couldn't handle something on her own, but until then she was determined to get as far as she could until then.&nbsp; Sliding and bending her back so her head was almost touching the ground, Giselle slid right underneath the legs of an Gemini, a giant purple moving suit of enchanted armor if she had to take a guess.&nbsp; She wasn't daunted though as she moved out of the way of a swing of its massive sword, rolling the opposite direction right under its blade.&nbsp; There was no way she could block the thing, but it was slow and cumbersome which made it easy to dodge....until a second popped up from behind the trees its twin had cut down.&nbsp; Giselle raised an eyebrow as she sidestepped and managed to avoid getting cut in half, another tree taking the fall instead of her which was split right down the middle.&nbsp; This particular giant was blue, but if that meant anything she wasn't sure.&nbsp; "You want some?!&nbsp; Come on then!"<br><br>The challenge was greeted by a synchronized attack that Yuna and her former Guardians knew too well, the Double Reaper.&nbsp; Giselle narrowly avoided the two pronged jump attack, diving forward as the two giants jumped into the air and landed with a thunderous boom behind her, making a considerable amount of dirt and rock shoot up into the air because of the awesome strength behind them.&nbsp; "Damn, guess I better step my game up a couple notches."&nbsp; She said to herself as the giants turned too slowly to stop her from using her abilities.&nbsp; Her blades took on a green edge again, and Giselle was no longer standing where she had been a moment ago, having cast a speed spell to increase her already fast speed to a dazzling blur.&nbsp; All that could be heard was the sound of metal being shredded as Giselle seemed to be in a dozen places at once, her blades turning into a whirlwind of flashes that melted through the Gemini Twins' armor like a hot knife through jelly.&nbsp; It was over quickly afterward as the two giants became two giant piles of goo.&nbsp; Stopping to catch her breath after such a display of strength and magical abilities, Giselle wiped the sweat from her brow as she looked up to the setting sun.&nbsp; "Not much time.&nbsp; Come on Giselle...get on your feet!"&nbsp; With that to bolster her steps a bit further, the half Drow charged forward again, her Hastga spell still active for a few seconds yet, which allowed her to catch up to anyone that had passed her in that fight of hers.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>"Take a deep breath Erizen, it'll be healed soon.&nbsp; Just stay with me until then."&nbsp; Yuna said, trying to sooth the mercenary's suffering and obvious agony as the summoner closed her eyes and put her hands together in a circle like shape, though they weren't touching as a white orb of light that radiated warmth formed between them.&nbsp; "Cura!"&nbsp; The ball shot forward and Erizen would be momentarily surrounded in blue and white sparkles and rings that came down and collapsed on her waist.&nbsp; The wound closed up without so much as a scar to mar the woman's skin in a matter of seconds.&nbsp; Looking up and opening her eyes again, Yuna smiled and turned back to Valefor.&nbsp; "Remember this Erizen, and try to not push everyone away as you were before.&nbsp; Valefor!"&nbsp; She was about to take off when a pillar of rock and dirt shot up into the air not too far from where they were located.&nbsp; Stopping her Aeon before it could fly away, Yuna looked down to Emma and Erizen.&nbsp; "New plan.&nbsp; I'll fly above you two, and I'll try to warn you before anything too big comes your way.&nbsp; Emma, Erizen, we cannot make it if we don't work together."&nbsp; She hoped that they would understand as she awaited an answer.&nbsp; She wouldn't wait too long though since they were running out of time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>18-03-2011, 06:23:45</strong>
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				Emma<br><br>Her leg still hurt like hell, that much was obvious, but at least the bleeding stopped. Emma wasn't sure if she could walk on it or not. "Can you walk?" Emma asked, the Mercenary struggling to her feet, using her scythe as a walking stick.<br><br>"I... I think..." Hobbling in the direction of the mansion, she tried to at least retain that demeanor of dignity.<br><br>"Shit, at this rate, it'll take you six hours to get there. We don't have that kind of time. Yuna, fly ahead of us and search out problems. I'll take Erizen and get her to the mansion. Just make sure you get there also." Emma advanced on Erizen and scooped her in her arms, bracing her head and legs. Without the added deadweight of the bear trap, she was a little lighter, giving Emma a bit of a speed boost in her stride. "Put your arm around my neck, take the stress of my back." Emma ordered, the red-dressed woman's arm snaking around her neck. "Good, now hold on." Emma took off in a brisk jog towards the mansion, careful not to bobble her too much.<br><br>Erizen<br><br>As Erizen tucked her scythe into her body, ready for the ride, her thoughts drifted to what was said on the plane. "<em>I'm going to rip off your head and shove it so far up your ass, you'll be able to give yourself a colonoscopy!</em>" Emma's words ringing in her ears. So many hurtful things were said on both sides, and here Emma was, helping her. It made no sense. She either was naive enough to believe she could change Erizen so quickly, or she was so full of honor she couldn't let her die such a death, she couldn't tell which. "<em>I swear to god, woman! I will tear off all your limbs, rearrange your face, make your internal organs your external organs, and turn you into a bad Picasso!</em>" The words continued, bouncing about her head.<br><br>The more she thought, the more confused she became. Nothing, but nothing on this crazy fucking world made a lick of sense, and it was starting to become grating.<br><br>"Emma..." Erizen began.<br><br>"What did I tell you? Not a word." She answered in that same hard stare. She couldn't decide if Emma wouldn't let her talk in case she badmouthed her again, or if she just didn't want to hear her say thank you. "If I hear a word out of you before we get to the mansion, I'm throwing you off the nearest cliff." Nodding slowly, Erizen went quiet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 09:54:08</strong>
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				<strong>Meanwhile, in Helena's upstairs laboratory....</strong><br><br>It was surprising to see that most of the contestants had formed into groups save for Giselle who was charging ahead with quite startling speed until her time ran out on her magical spell she had cast to deal with the Gemini Twins.&nbsp; Until today, the blond had not believed in the impossible, having chalked up the things she had seen with her team of scientists through the probes as smoke and mirrors at best, and outright forgeries at worst.&nbsp; Now she wasn't so sure as they had a strange bird like thing that seemed to be under the Summoner's control that had appeared out of thin air, a half Drow/light elf that had upped her speed and gave her blades an acid edge to deal with the Twins in the forest, and so many other things going on at once that she didn't know what to believe anymore.&nbsp; It...also didn't help any that she had other problems to deal with in the form of a hooded....thing that stood by the glass windows of the lab.&nbsp; Just being near the 'man', if even she could call it that, was sickening since it gave off an unmistakable aura of darkness and general evil.&nbsp; How he was able to teleport in and out of her home at will also bothered her considerably.&nbsp; Thank god she had invited so many strong warriors to this year's DOA, especially Ryu since he had a vast amount of experience when it came to the supernatural and the downright dangerous.&nbsp; This wasn't her area of expertise as the hooded...man turned and Helena fought back a wave of revulsion as 'he' gave off a laugh, finding her discomfort amusing.&nbsp; "It is so sad that such a fine specimen as yourself is dying of such a mortal disease as brain cancer.&nbsp; Such a waste really of such otherwise fine material."<br><br>Helena growled and clenched her fists, her team monitoring the events outside through dozens of cameras all over the island ignoring the conversation as best as they could.&nbsp; That wasn't easy since they too felt sick when that thing was around.&nbsp; Helena had tried to have it blown away once already, and he had just laughed as he rose from the dead by all appearances, the wounds healing almost immediately, the few there had been anyway.&nbsp; "What I wouldn't give to have you utterly destroyed you creature of shadow.&nbsp; I only brought you here out of a moment of weakness and pure desperation."&nbsp; That got anouther laugh from the hooded creature as he recalled another foolish animal much like Helena was now to his dark eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"You remind me of a Japanese warlord by the name of Nobunaga Oda.&nbsp; He made a pact with my kind to be given absolute power in exchange for his services to us.&nbsp; I resurrected him when he was shot in the throat while he was still completely and utterly mortal, an animal like yourself, and I made him far stronger in the process eve before we made arrangements to make him a god among my kind.&nbsp; Our plans might have failed numerous times due to certain annoying individuals like those you brought to this island, but that was in the past.&nbsp; Now, now we are poised to rise again Helena, and you agreed to help us when we first met.&nbsp; Should you meet an unfortunate end first however, I plan to dissect your remains and use what I learn to help further my ultimate goals as well as our dark God's goals as well."&nbsp; Helena knew he wasn't bluffing, having seen the creature's evil work first hand in a secret lab that thing and its friends had dug out underneath her home, miles underground in a trap infested dungeon.&nbsp; She could still smell the fresh corpses and spilled blood as if it had been yesterday.&nbsp; Thankfully she was spared anymore torment as the thing disappeared in a black portal of its own design, and she was allowed to collapse in a chair by the computer banks.&nbsp; Hopefully this nightmare would end, but until then she couldn't reveal what was truly going on....or the deal she had made that would most likely end with her cut up into little pieces and spread out for that thing's kind to devour after that mad 'scientist' was done with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>19-03-2011, 09:58:52</strong>
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				Terra nodded her head as the blonde was the first to ask to join forces.&nbsp; She had been extremely surprised to know the woman knew her name but shrugged it off quickly and did not have to wait long until Tyger jumped down and asked to be in their party as well.&nbsp; She stood as he addressed the other woman, who she quickly learned to be called Cammy.&nbsp; After he had explained his desire to lead through the forest she nodded her head again to agree and stuck out her hand to shake his.&nbsp; "I am Terra."&nbsp; She met his eyes squarely and without fear and whether he took her hand or not she quickly thought Cure3 and Life3 to refresh him from any wounds and keep him from being knocked out and other slight injuries.&nbsp; She cast her magic without a word and did not care if he felt its affects.&nbsp; As point he would need all the energy and help she could provide and she decided she would keep an eye out him.<br><br>She turned and thought Cure3 towards Cammy as well before Ryu came up and expressed interest in placing them into a workable order.&nbsp; She wanted to argue with him but the order he put them in made more sense than anything she could think of.&nbsp; Though, it would bother her more than she would admit to leave the man to cover her back.&nbsp; "Yes, Ryu I agree."&nbsp; Not bothering to introduce herself to the man.&nbsp; "Tyger should take point and you should take rear.&nbsp; I do not know Cammy's capabilities but I will be fine in the middle for close or ranged attacks."&nbsp; She posed Ragnarök before her in preparation and purposely did not explain her ranged attacks not wanting to give away all of her abilities.&nbsp; Terra studied Ryu a minute trying to decide how far she should trust him.&nbsp; Despite her instincts she cast Cure3 and Life3 on him as well, if they were going to work together than she would do everything she could to help each of them get there.&nbsp; "The others have gone ahead.&nbsp; The Esper Drow, quicker than thought possible.&nbsp; The angry red-haired woman, from her yells seemed to have already caught herself in a trap.&nbsp; Yuna and Emma, with their kind hearts, despite the abrasive woman's attitude, likely stopped to help her.&nbsp; I would imagine if we catch up to them they would happily join into our party however."<br><br>All the information she had gathered while sitting came spilling from her mouth without thought for hiding her powers of observation.&nbsp; She dismissed the overlook on her part as the acceptance of them into her care.&nbsp; For the next two hours they would depend on each other and whether the others knew it or not if one of them fell behind, tournament or not, she would stop and help them.&nbsp; Terra would watch them, learn as much as possible before the actual fights, and before the end she would likely respect them all as fighters.&nbsp; She positioned herself between Ryu and Tyger and felt for her magic.&nbsp; It was there as strong as ever and she smiled as she looked into Tyger's eyes with complete respect.&nbsp; "If everyone else is ready lead the way, Jungle-Cat."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 02:37:39</strong>
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				Yuna hopped aboard Valefor's back again and nodded to Emma and Erizen.&nbsp; She'd clear a path, one way or the other for the two.&nbsp; Flying high, just over the treetops, the Aeon gave a screech again as Yuna saw more creatures starting to circle the two women below her.&nbsp; Waving her wand before her, Valefor nodded and a concentrated orb of energy appeared in his beak before it exploded outward in a beam, the ground erupting in fire wherever the beam touched a moment later.&nbsp; "Get moving you two!&nbsp; There is more coming and we can't hold them off forever!"&nbsp; As if to drive her point home, fireballs from Elemental type creatures started to explode around Yuna and Valefor, narrowly avoiding getting incinerated as the two dived and wheeled in the sky.&nbsp; Because Valefor was a non elemental type Aeon, he had access to every element, Fire, Lightning, Water, and Ice.&nbsp; Ice spells rained from above moments later, clearing the air for a while now that the Elemental creatures were gone since physical attacks wouldn't have bothered them at all.&nbsp; The cliff was in sight, as well as the mansion after the spectacular aerial acrobatics and Valefor's Energy Ray had cleared the way for Emma and Erizen.<br><br>Giselle was among the Elemental creatures when Ice started to fall from the sky, catching sight of the cliff among the loud explosions and the shards of ice falling all around her as well as above.&nbsp; Whatever those things had been, her swords had proven quite ineffective despite Icingdeath keeping her safe from being burned alive.&nbsp; She had killed one, the Aeon with Yuna above the half Drow had killed twenty in three passes.&nbsp; Seeing Emma and Erizen not too far behind her and the cliff in front of her, Giselle did the only thing that was in her true nature to do.&nbsp; She ran back and jumped clean over them, just in time to stop them from being pummeled by an ugly looking ape Fiend.&nbsp; "GO!"&nbsp; She yelled at the top of her lungs, narrowly avoiding getting her head caved in as she back-flipped and managed to take a couple fingers off from the Fiend at the same time, Twinkle sheering right through the tough skin the thing possessed.&nbsp; Casting a Hastga level spell on the two as well as herself, giving them a chance to run quite a bit faster.&nbsp; An hour was all they had left at this rate, and they still had a bit of a climb to worry about since they hadn't taken the path which was looking more and more inviting at this point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 04:27:22</strong>
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				Nodding his agreement to Ryu Tyger takes Terra’s offered hand. He does not however simply shake it. Gently but firmly he grips her fingers and turns her hand so her palm is down. Raising her hand he leans forward and just barely brushes the back of her hand with his lips. He inhales deeply drinking in her scent. Standing back up straight and releasing her hand he says, “It is truly a pleasure to meet you, Terra.” He acknowledges everything she says about the other contestants as matching his own observations.<br><br>After Terra accepts both him and Ryu joining and it has been set Tyger is to take point with Ryu covering their backs. Tyger looks at Ryu nodding his approval. Deciding to see if things other than basic training and style between their different worlds so closely match, he makes several quick but subtle moves with his hands and fingers. He uses the secret ninja sign language of the ninjas of his world to simply ask Ryu if he understands.<br><br>Just about to head into the jungle Tyger stops at Terra’s comment. Something about the way she says, “Jungle-Cat” like it is some pet name actually appeals to him. Smiling warmly at her he looks into her eyes letting her see the twinkle in his own as they change from gray to violet, which usually indicates he is either happy or in a playful mood. “As the lady wishes.” <br><br>Trotting into the jungle at a pace that they should be able to keep up but will push them, Tyger moves slightly at angle to the path. The pace he sets is slower than he usually goes as he does not want to leave the others behind or push them too hard. If they indicate that they want to move faster he will easily be able to increase his speed. As he moves into the jungle he keeps the wind in his face so that their scents do not let anything ahead know they there. This also allows him to be aware of anything in their path. Moving quickly and easily it is obvious that he is comfortable in the jungle. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 05:57:05</strong>
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				Emma<br><br>Emma gives Yuna a solid nod and readjusts Erizen in her arms. Without the bear trap on her leg... she might just make it in time. With everyone already yards ahead of her, it was time to play catch up. With Yuna circling above, Emma tucks Erizen closer to her chest and begins to run at a fairly decent clip, clearing six or so feet at a time with each stride. The trees at either side seem to almost be alive with monsters... which when she thought about it, wasn't too far from how home was, except these monsters were really monsters, not people who weren't fortunate enough to die from a disease...<br><br>Erizen remained quite throughout most of the run, one arm wrapped around Emma's neck for support, while the other gripped her scythe tight to her chest. Taking a chance look down at Erizen, she notices the girl's face, her eyes adorned with tears.<br><br>"What's your problem?" Emma asks, her harsh voice breaking the silence.<br><br>Erizen<br><br>Emma's question interrupts her train of thought. Shaking her head she tries to dismiss it. "Nothing." She answers plainly, diverting her gaze.<br><br>"Don't give me that. What's your problem?"<br><br>"Well it's... you..."<br><br>"You have better think about your next words <em>very carefully</em>. I have absolutly no qualms with dropping you like a sack of potatoes." Erizen shakes her head fiercely.<br><br>"No, no no, nothing bad... quite the opposite. I don't understand you." She answers right away. "I heckle, chide, and jeer you the whole way here... and you help me..." She snuggles into Emma's chest more. "I don't know if it's because you like me, despite everything... or if it's something different." Her words force Emma to think as she winds through the path, a dark figure leaping over them to distract something large and angry. The figure says something, and Emma's legs begin moving a bit faster, but she can't really make anything out.<br><br>"You remind me of someone I know. A hard-as-nails kind of guy on the outside, but on the inside, he's a huge teddy bear." She gives a little smile which vanishes right away as she clears a small log. "He acts that way because no one understands him. He pushes people away, because he doesn't know how to pull them closer. I don't want you to become Francis. I don't want you to go through life hating everyone and everything. I don't want that for you." She inhales a little, ducking a fireball which sets a tree alight. "In my world, every day is a struggle for survival. You go through each minute, each hour of your life... thinking death could wait you on any corner. Kindness is it's own currency, Erizen, and even if you don't give a shit about me..." She leapt over an elemental, kicking it as she did so. "I'm still going to kill you with kindness."<br><br>"Emma... Thanks." She responded. "It feels wierd to thank someone... but thank you." For the first time, Emma showed Erizen a caring smile.<br><br>"You're welcome."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>20-03-2011, 11:00:51</strong>
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				Ryu was almost shocked to see Tyger's hand motions, to which he responded with his, merely with a yes.&nbsp; &nbsp;He smiled deeply on the inside, a sort of camaraderie that only ninja would feel filled him.&nbsp; He shook this feeling aside quickly however.&nbsp; "One moment," he said out loud, fiddling with his communications device.&nbsp; "Sonia...&nbsp; Drop Enma's fang at these coordinates."&nbsp; Looked up, knowing the chopper was up there, straining under the weight of his equipment.&nbsp; He turned to the others to fill them in on what he was doing.&nbsp; "I'm requesting a particular weapon to help me with my position."&nbsp; One of his eyebrows raised a hair, hearing the whistling of the sword in mid air.&nbsp; <em>Well, I was hoping she left it in it's case... but...</em> he didn't have time to finish that thought, because moments later the massive blade was stuck in the ground about five feet behind him.&nbsp; "Well... Damn."&nbsp; he cursed out loud.&nbsp; Even he was was taken off guard at some points.<br><br>Ryu felt Terra's Magic, and that also shocked him.&nbsp; It had been a long time since he worked in a team for a mission.&nbsp; He turned toward the now disappearing Tyger.&nbsp; <em>I guess we're good to go.</em>&nbsp; He hefts the blade from the ground, something of a hunk of steel with spikes in it.&nbsp; It was made for killing monsters by the hundreds, and he intended to do just that with it.&nbsp; A dark gleam filled his eyes.&nbsp; "I am ready." He stated, and waited for them to move ahead.&nbsp; He would follow, waiting for the enemy to make the gravely fatal mistake of trying to sneak up on them.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i25.tinypic.com/k3qera.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 05:50:38</strong>
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				((Ok, I'll handle the monsters for everyone then lol.&nbsp; I'll post for Yuna and Giselle after you guys get some action.))<br><br>They didn't have to wait long after entering the woods for monsters to start swarming them from every direction.&nbsp; If Yuna, Erizen, Emma, and Giselle thought they had it rough, almost as soon as Tyger, Ryu, Cammy, and Terra entered the jungle, they would feel a dark presence all around them that defied logic...unless you came from Menzoberranzan, the dark city of the Drow.&nbsp; According to Lolth's precepts, a male is a lesser being to the demonic Spider Queen's favored females who hold all of the places of power for the most part, and thus it is far more common to see a troublesome male become what was already preparing to strike the group down from all sides with loaded crossbows dipped in powerful poisons designed to paralyze as well as make them sleep, to axes and swords in their hands.&nbsp; One problem presented itself though with these creatures....they were not dark elves alone, but cursed fiends called Driders, their entire lower regions that of bloated poisonous spiders, their minds warped and twisted to that of a ravaging mindless animal full of hatred and agony because of their cursed forms.&nbsp; Thirty had come from under the island, in concealed shafts that led to caverns that spanned most of the island from underground.&nbsp; That's why Giselle and her friends that were nearing the cliff hadn't seen them since they had been too busy getting to the surface.<br><br>Thirty were already up on solid ground and who knew how many more was on their way.&nbsp; How Helena had managed to get ANY of the Driders without the Drow knowing was one puzzle that would have to be sorted out later.&nbsp; For now, Ryu and friends would have a fight on their hands as the first volley of poisoned crossbow bolts came in like wasps defending their nest.....<br><br>((This is a chance for everyone to show off is why I have this going at all.&nbsp; Good luck and hopefully I'll see you at the mansion lol.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 06:15:07</strong>
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				“Incoming!” Cammy suddenly called, as she felt more than saw the bolts coming their way. Ancient half-forgotten instincts cut in, and she immediately, and without an explanation or even a seconds' thinking about it, vaulted up into the trees and leaped from one to another with a lithe grace, sizing up what foes were there. For a moment she was a little puzzled by what she saw before dismissing it from her mind, assuming that they were some sort of terror weapon created by Shadaloo. The only thing she ‘<em>was</em>’ annoyed about though was that she didn’t have a rifle on her, so as to gun these monsters down in safety.<br><br>“Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers.” she sighed, before throwing herself into the morass of monsters, kicking and punching with a will as she focussed her mind to perform one of her special moves. And when she was ready, she crouched down to unleash it. "Lock on." she said ominously. targeting the 'leader' of the group, before she began striking her foes so fast her fists and feet trailed flames behind them.<br><br>"GYRO!"<br><br>As she spoke these words, she slammed into him with a sliding kick, then backflipped onto her feet while simultaineously kicking the drider in the chin, sending him into the air.<br><br><strong>"DRIVE!"</strong><br><br>Vaulting into the air, she then wrapped her heels around his neck, crushing it between her powerful thighs and spinning around.<br><br><em><strong>"SMASHER!"</strong>!</em> <br><br>With that last word, she slammed the drider head-first into the ground, with such force that it was driven <em>into</em> it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 06:50:01</strong>
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				Erizen<br><br>Emma had the advantage of being able to see things a few seconds before all hell broke loose, the massive spider-like creatures swarming out of the trees and ground. One pointed a Pistol-Grip Crossbow in her direction and fired, the bolt just missing her shoulder. Erizen tapped her shoulder some. "Put me down, I can fight." Dropping to a knee, she let Erizen off, who immediately took up her scythe and sliced one of the creatures in half up the middle, the pieces flailing about for a moment before life finally ceased. Turning about on her good leg, she decapitated another and brought the axe end of her scythe upon one trying to sneak up behind her.<br><br>Blood splattered her face and clothes as another Drider fell to her scythe, the writhing corpse falling to the ground as it's abdomen was torn open by a vicious swipe with the massive, lethal weapon.<br><br>Emma<br><br>A Drider pounced at Emma, only to get her claw in it's face, knocking it's head clean off it's shoulders, the body flopping comically to the ground. Turning on a heel, she cross-slashed another, creating an X-shaped scar on it's chest, blood pouring from the wound as it lost consciousness. A loud hiss came from behind Emma, a third sneaking up behind her.<br><br><em>Thwip, twhip!</em> Came the sound of something slicing through the air, two small, poisoned darts finding their mark in the Drider's eyes, the creature screeching and collapsing to it's back. Emma looked over to see Erizen holding two of the small crossbows, smiling some.<br><br>"You can consider that payment for saving me." Erizen muttered, discarding the crossbows and retrieving her scythe from the ground. Seven more of the monsters piled around the two, ready for the kill. "Get closer!" She called to Emma, who rolled towards Erizen. "Don't move." She continued, twirling the scythe about her body, the blade spinning at frighting speed around both of them. As the Deathblossom began, the Driders all pounced each and every one sliced to the smallest of unrecognizable pieces as the blade struck them over and over again. Seconds passed before she stopped, holding her scythe in a hand, as a single drop of black blood slid off the blade to the ground.<br><br>"That... that was amazing..." Emma gawked, hardly able to believe what she saw.<br><br>"You didn't think it was an accident me being here, did you?"<br><br>"Ya know... for a minute there... yea... I kinda did." The women shared a little laugh before pressing forward, Erizen at a bit of a limp.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 07:26:13</strong>
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				The ape Fiend was taken down only to be replaced by something that turned Giselle's blood to ice when the Driders stormed the field.&nbsp; "By the gods, how in the Nine Hells are those here?!"&nbsp; They were the stuff of nightmares for Giselle since dark elves and all the monsters they controlled were chaotic and very powerful usually, when they weren't lowly orcs, kobolds, goblins, and other simple beasts of the same.&nbsp; Mind flayers allied themselves with her kind more times than not, and her 'people' had a vast knowledge of many fell and dangerous magics, as well as being able to summon and effectively control demons without fail.&nbsp; How Helena had gotten so many Driders, Giselle didn't know as she narrowly avoided getting turned into a pincushion as dozens of crossbow bolts slammed into her previous position.&nbsp; They still retained their former intelligence, but they were full of hatred and spite for their cursed bodies, and thankfully they didn't usually call upon their old magics and abilities nearly as often as the uncursed dark elves.&nbsp; Still, she wasn't about to take a chance, and neither was Valefor and Yuna from the way she saw the two prepare to dive bomb the horde of dark beasts.&nbsp; She was about to cheer the summoner on until a salvo of fireballs and magic missiles slammed into the mighty bird and caused the dangerous duo to crash and burn by Giselle's position.&nbsp; Running to the Summoner's side, Giselle watched in silent horror as Valefor faded as Yuna panted and leaned against a tree, trying to catch her breath after her narrow escape.<br><br>"I'm...alright.&nbsp; I am unharmed...Giselle."&nbsp; Looking behind the worried woman, Yuna gasps and pulls her out of the way to the right, just in time to avoid getting hit by an acidic bolt of green energy.&nbsp; The tree that had been hit instead of the two girls hissed and smoked as it turned a sickly green and withered away into a pile of smoking goo.&nbsp; Giselle nods her thanks and charges back into the fray, jumping up and coming down right on top of the sorceress in the group of Driders, her blades finding the creature's vile heart before stepping on the second one's head and jumping clear to stand beside Yuna again as she prepared to summon her second Aeon.&nbsp; Bahamut, the Dragon King and ruler of the skies formed above the clouds, coming down as a giant golden glyph appeared in the sky which he crashed through, several smaller glyph like shapes forming in his wake before he crashed to the ground.&nbsp; A cloud of dust and dirt surrounded the black behemoth until he stood and gave a mighty roar of challenge, making the Driders back off as Giselle gawked in amazement at what she was seeing.&nbsp; A black scaled dragon like man stood before her, with multicolored wings and a strange golden ring that hovered above his back, between his shoulder blades as the dragon king crossed his arms over his chest.<br><br>"Just how many monsters can you command Yuna?&nbsp; He's impressive, I'll give you that."&nbsp; Yuna didn't answer right away as she pointed her staff at the group of Driders that had stopped as well, suddenly afraid of what they were up against until one foolishly threw his spear, which Bahamut intercepted and threw back with enough force to make it pass through the offending creature and into the two behind it right through their black hearts.&nbsp; A fourth was badly wounded, and Giselle could only stare in disbelief since even her brother David couldn't have matched such a powerful throw.<br><br>"I have several at my command, but now is not the time to talk of such things.&nbsp; We must hurry and aid those that we can before they are overrun by these creatures."&nbsp; Giselle nodded as they climbed aboard Bahamut's broad shoulders, stretched out on his back and holding on for dear life as the creature took off like a bat out of hell itself, preparing to decimate any enemies that lay before them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 09:08:19</strong>
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				Even before Cammy’s cry of, “Incoming!” Tyger is already stopped with his left hand in the air making a fist hoping the others understand it as a signal to stop. He has heard the rustling and the sound of the hang crossbows, but is confused as to why he had smelled the threat. The erupts behind him but before he can turn to aid his companions he learns why he had missed the scent as the ground suddenly opens up in front of him. A concealed door opens with a hiss indicating it had been sealed air tight preventing the stench of the driders from preceding them out of the tunnels. Seeing the half male drow and half spiders in the tunnel his armor instantly forms his head gear leaving only his eyes visible the shadow armor also slides down his rest to cover his hands as well.<br><br>Using his ability to control shadow and darkness Tyger reaches into the darkness of the tunnel and cause it to thicken and become nearly a solid mass trapping the driders in the tunnel. Two of the foul creatures manage to get on the ground before the darkness solidifies in the tunnels. They seem to be just as surprised at his nearness to their exit as he is to seeing it open, but they do not react nearly as quickly as he does. He draws his katana and strikes in the same sweeping motion. The blade catches the first under the arm and removes that arm along with a section of the torso and head as it comes out between the neck and other shoulder. The other receives the force of the blade coming back down and has a portion of its head removed as the blade flashes at an angle through its face.<br><br>With the two dead Tyger drops to one knee and places his hand on his solidified darkness. Concentrating on the darkness he causes the affect to expand to all the intersecting tunnels near the surface. In a matter of seconds all the tunnels leading to the jungle are filled with a virtually impenetrable solid darkness. For those actually caught in it the simple act of breathing is nearly impossible. After preventing any more driders from coming out for awhile, he turns his attention back to his companions and the hatred filled beings already out of the tunnels and he simple becomes one of the many shadows in the jungle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 18:57:00</strong>
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				((<em>"Soul wrought of terra corrupt, quelling impurity, purging the stream to beckon forth an ultimate fate. Behold mighty Chaos, Omega's squire to the lofty heavens."</em>))<br><br>Vincent Valentine was perched easily upon a branch of a nearby tree, silently watching everyone fighting to get to the mansion.&nbsp; Tossing the bladed shuriken aside that he had received before his arrival here, having successfully traced the path the 'weapon' had taken to get to Midgar while he was there, he had backtracked it and had found his way here.&nbsp; He knew of the time limit involved to get to the mansion, as well as what DOA was from what the holographic core had possessed in the item, but he wasn't here for the money or the promises of fame and glory.&nbsp; Tears in space back home were popping up all over the place, slowly right now thankfully, but he knew it would only be a matter of time as he hefted Death Penalty, his weapon of choice, to his right shoulder and jumped down to land behind one of the spider like freaks of nature.&nbsp; Hearing only a rustle of leaves behind it, the Drider turned and saw nothing behind him, until a loud bang and an explosion of pain in its chest was felt, Vincent having slipped in close like a shadow of death, and thus giving him the perfect angle to open the creature's chest with a single shot.&nbsp; The red cloaked figure was gone from in front of the beast long before it fell to its death, a perfectly shaped hole the size of a man's fist bore through its flesh the only clear sign of what had happened to the Drider.&nbsp; Six shots remained in his gun, but he had unlimited rounds so he wasn't worried about ammo.&nbsp; He still had to reload though, which was annoying but it was a small price to pay as he fired three more, taking two of the monsters' heads clean off and a third in the neck before passing on the run, a red blur of motion that heralded death wherever he went.&nbsp; Chaos would be proud, to say the least since he was truly a Harbinger of Death, Omega's unholy Squire...and Vincent's curse for past sins.<br><br>Running up a tree, Vincent took aim and used his last three bullets, tearing the life from some of the last of the centaur like spider men and women if his red eyes didn't deceive him, and reloaded fast, his left metallic hand dipping into his trench coat pocket and pulling out seven more rounds before slamming the chamber shut once it was done.&nbsp; Giving the barrel a quick spin, Vincent ran from tree to tree like a panther running on the ground, getting to the cliff as Giselle and Yuna looked down from Bahamut's back and saw the red blur, both wondering just what they were looking at as their attention returned to Emma and Erizen as Erizen tore apart dozens more of the Driders with her special move.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Helena looked to the clock and saw that there was only a half hour left.&nbsp; The cliff was still to be scaled, a fifteen minute climb on a good day...more if the creatures she had let burrow into the rock didn't attack the contestants of course.&nbsp; Seeing Vincent Valentine silently but effectively eliminate more of the Driders with a single shot to each one, the blond woman was glad she had managed to drag the 'squire' out of hiding, the 'tears' stopping their appearances the moment Vincent had decided to come to her.&nbsp; They had really been wormholes, but something about his Chaos power had reacted to them, and they had sealed shut almost as soon as he got near them.&nbsp; She had wondered how he was going to get to her, but Vincent had answered that question for her when he had taken his true form and had flew through the breach before it could snap shut.&nbsp; To watch what was going on outside was simply stunning to say the least, and if not for the fact she had arranged all this....with some incentive from her own...boss, Helena wouldn't have believed her eyes as magic became reality and the mystical became real before her and her team of scientists' eyes.&nbsp; Yes, this year's DOA, even if it was held for nefarious reasons...as usual, would be the most intense and epic yet, and every household in America...no, the World over, would be watching this one.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 04:38:31</strong>
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				Emma<br><br>Emma couldn't stay gawking at the display of physical prowess Erizen put on for her. They were running out of time quickly, and had to move. The wall which lead to the mansion (She hoped) was just a couple hundred feet away. Sweeping Erizen off her feet and starting to sprint again, she closed the gap quickly. Staring up, she gave a little exhale. "So... how do we climb this?" Erizen muttered, looking up.<br><br>"Get on my back." She muttered, the lithe female crawling over her, wrapping her legs around Emma's waist, and arms around her neck. "Just don't choke me." She hung on, but tried not to choke. Flexing her fingers, the Revenant dug one clawed hand into the stone wall, and began the steady climb up. She had climbed only a few feet up before something rumbled inside.<br><br>Erizen<br><br>"Uh oh..." Emma muttered, climbing another hand up. "That doesn't sound good. Erizen, if anything comes out of those walls, take 'em down." She nodded to Emma and locked her legs, freeing her hands for combat. It was a good plan at that. Seconds after this, several tentacles exploded from the stone and began to feel for who was climbing. One came close to knocking Emma off, but met the business end of Erizen's scythe, the tendrill spraying blood in all angles as it retreated inside. Several more tentacles met a similar fate as Emma climbed, ignoring the battle going on around her. For a little kid, Erizen was pretty effective.<br><br>She finally reached the top after a solid five minutes of climbing. Erizen jumped off Emma's shoulders and laughed. "We're first!" She smiled, bracing her weight against her scythe.<br><br>"Maybe... come on, let's get inside..."<br><br>"What about the others?"<br><br>"They broke into groups. Don't worry, they'll be fine." Emma took one step before something very ugly, and very large stopped her. "Oh... shit..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 06:25:58</strong>
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				Had felt the incoming threat of the arrows like the chill of a sharp, frozen knife brushing against his back.&nbsp; His focus shifted from the group.&nbsp; If the arrows missed him, they would hit the group, causing serious problems for everyone involved.&nbsp; His brain worked like a computer, analyzing every piece of information in small bits, calculating his retaliation to the enemies pressing attack.&nbsp; To him, he was thinking long and hard.&nbsp; To others, it was but a second when he poised Enma's Fang behind him.&nbsp; Everyone in the immediate vicinity should have felt an immense force emanating from this mere human.&nbsp; He focused the energy around him into himself, unlocking a gate within himself.&nbsp; He hated bringing it out so early, but his ultimate technique for Enma's Fang was already needed. He felt the archers ready themselves.&nbsp; He waited until they pulled the trigger, bots careened toward him at force, and his plan was sent into motion.&nbsp; A shockwave of Ki shot out of the warrior, knocking all the arrows from behind the group off course.<br><br>He stared down a group of advancing Driders, unimpressed with the gibbering creatures.&nbsp; He had fought humans more foul, he thought to himself, mostly for the fact that the humans used real guns.&nbsp; He watched them, circling him like a pack of wolves.&nbsp; He could feel the malice in their dark, tortured souls.&nbsp; "Haaaaaa," a quiet&nbsp; testament to his power escaped his lungs.&nbsp; He breathed out as far as his lungs could go, forcing his energy back to his core to higher concentrate it.&nbsp; He sucked another breath, incorporating more energy from around him.&nbsp; He exhaled once more, cramming more energy into his core.&nbsp; His Ki showed physical form, tinting the reality around a translucent red, harsh, brutal, and frightening.&nbsp; The ground around him cracked as his stance changed, his head duck and he disappeared.<br><br>An explosion of energy sent him blasting into his first unfortunate victim, starting the his technique with two vertical slashes, each severing the arms from the Drider.&nbsp; He slammed a foot into the creatures chest, launching him into the attacking groups ranks, knocking down at least three more.&nbsp; Ryu seemingly teleported to another hapless drider, bashing his enemy's sword from his hands, sending wide slashes in it's direction, severing it's limbs from it's body, and Gravely wounding the other two.&nbsp; &nbsp;He turned his back on them, about to destroy another of the group when one of the injured jumped atop him.&nbsp; He knew that his time was short if he didn't do something, knowing that being closer to death made the Drider powerful.&nbsp; Continuing the roll, Ryu send the Drider flying into one of the last few.&nbsp; In a fluid motion, he was on his feet, hurling an incendiary shuriken into the chest of his almost killer, blowing them to little bleeding bits.&nbsp; <br><br>Side stepping the last wounded Drider, Ryu took pity on it in the form of a quick death, kicking it to where it stood on it's knees.&nbsp; He continued the motion, stepping past the creature, sending one of it's arms flying off in a random direction, he took his position, swinging with all his might.&nbsp; Nothing save a decimated, steaming waistline remained, gore covering Ryu head to toe in it's crimson color.&nbsp; Ryu watched as a few ran off to regroup.&nbsp; He knew his job wasn't over yet, and that the group was most assuredly meeting with hostility.&nbsp; He exhaled, coolly flicking the blood from his blade, and replacing it on his back.&nbsp; He then disappeared in a cloud of smoke, pursuing his party to aid them in their fight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 21:46:53</strong>
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				Terra stopped as Tyger's hand went up and reached for her magic automatically.&nbsp; She saw a flash of movement to her left before Cammy's cry and turned towards it automatically.&nbsp; Her magic was ready to be used by the time the creatures seem to sprout all around them.&nbsp; She took note of all the nearest monsters and closed her eyes concentrating harder than normal.&nbsp; She thought Slow and opened her eyes to see each of the beast surrounding the group moving sluggishly.&nbsp; That would make things easier for everyone.&nbsp; She heard Cammy's cries and the others movements but ignored them as a couple of the creatures reached her.&nbsp; She took in the many legs and the crossbow while dodging the slow moving arrows easily.&nbsp; Terra did not recognize the creatures but she expected she would not recognize most of the things she came across on the island.<br><br>Without thought she stepped forward quickly and pushed Ragnarök through the chest of the first and watched the other as it exploded into Fire as the thought crossed her mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;Two more easily replaced it, moving quicker and firing arrows as they fought through her slow spell.&nbsp; She moved out of the path of the first arrow and accidentally stepped into the path of another and it caught her in the shoulder.&nbsp; She growled in frustration and ripped it out easily.&nbsp; She ran towards the creatures and rolled out of the way of the next wave of arrows coming neatly to crouch before the monster.&nbsp; Ragnarök slipped out and cut out the legs of one of the creatures and Terra stood once again as it fell.&nbsp; The woman looked at the last creature, the one that had shot the arrow, and put a hand up to her bleeding shoulder.&nbsp; She thought Cure3 and it stopped bleeding.&nbsp; She rotated her arm to stretch out the sore muscle and returned her eyes to the monster before her.&nbsp; It was bringing its crossbow up to fire at her again and she thought Fire at the weapon.&nbsp; Terra watched as the crossbow dropped from its hands and she stepped forward again.&nbsp; Ragnarök moved between them quickly and she slit the creature up the belly and thought Fire once again but aimed it to ignite the creature from the inside.&nbsp; It fell twitching to her feet and she returned emotionless to the spot she had left between the others and thought Cure3 at them automatically.&nbsp; Wounded or not they would all feel more refreshed.&nbsp; <br><br>She turned to face the cliff that they were almost too and was surprised to see Yuna and Giselle on the back of a strange creature and large strange tentacles came from the wall of the cliff.&nbsp; Her hands on her hip, Terra watched as the angry woman severed some of the tentacles and Emma continued to climb up the wall face.&nbsp; She broke out in a sweat as she pulled on her magic harder than before and cast slow upon the creature.&nbsp; She fell to a knee unsteadily and started taking deep breaths to relax.&nbsp; She was not used to so much magic being focused so far way from her.&nbsp; She had focused all the harder in effort to make it more effective.&nbsp; She looked unsure upon the tentacles grabbing and reaching through the air.&nbsp; This would be intense.&nbsp; As they reached the cliff she stood back from the others.<br><br>"I will stay here and guard each of you as you climb up."&nbsp; She thought Bolt3 at the nearest tentacle causing it to jerk off its intended trajectory.&nbsp; Terra was unsure if it would do any damage but as long as she could keep the long arms off of the others in the group then they could climb all the faster.&nbsp; She wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand with a sigh.&nbsp; This was good magical exercise but she would need a lot of sleep after this.&nbsp; She tried not to think of how she was going to make it up the cliff after the others and pulled for more magic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 22:28:22</strong>
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				Vincent, Giselle, and Yuna all, along with the rest of the contestants, were heading the same way.&nbsp; Vincent got there just as Emma and Erizen did, but he didn't hesitate to run right by them as he ran up the cliff, his gun going off as more tentacle arms came out to grab at the fast moving red blur.&nbsp; Several neat holes appeared and seven arms of the unseen beast in the side of the mountain fell limp as he passed by the two women, reaching the top just as they did just as Giselle, Yuna, and their ride dropped out of the sky with a thunderous boom.&nbsp; Nodding silently to the group, the gunslinger among them held up his metallic hand and turned towards the mansion, his red eyes narrowing as he aimed Death Penalty at the creature that stood before their destination.&nbsp; "I don't care about who you are or where you came from, but right now that thing is between us and where we're going if we're all here for the same thing."&nbsp; Vincent called out just as Giselle and Yuna nodded, Yuna sending Bahamut to take care of the thing before them.<br><br>The monster in question was a giant sand worm, but instead of the standard fare that Yuna had seen on Bakinal Island, this one had two heads connected to the same body.&nbsp; Dozens of sharp teeth lined their mouths, and it seemed it had learned a measure of cooperation since they moved together perfectly to get at their prey much like a snake moved on its belly.&nbsp; Acidic drool fell from the two heads, sending up small plumes of smoke wherever a drop hit the ground which melted away the ground it came into contact with.&nbsp; This could be a problem if one of them got swallowed up.&nbsp; The black dragon got on all fours, dug his hands into the ground to brace himself, and Giselle knew instinctively that standing in front of him wouldn't be very wise as she got beside Yuna, prepared to get in front of the two headed giant worm in case whatever she had in mind didn't go off in time.&nbsp; Energy gathered as the golden ring on Bahamut's back spun faster and faster, and the stored energy gathered in his mouth which was opened wide.&nbsp; Pointed with her staff at the intended target, Yuna watched as Bahamut's Mega Flare tore free of his open mouth, a concentrated beam of blue energy shooting forth.&nbsp; The two headed worm had a trick up its sleeve though as it opened its own mouth and the Mega Flare was sucked right down its gullet and out the other end right back at its source.&nbsp; Giselle and Yuna barely had enough time to get out of the way as the beam got bigger before it was suddenly interrupted with Bahamut's untimely demise.<br><br>"That...never happen before Yuna?"&nbsp; Giselle asked, unable to get up after being blasted by several small boulders that had been kicked up by the Mega Flare, having cracked several ribs in the process despite her mithril armor protecting her.&nbsp; Yuna groaned but shook her head weakly, not being in the best of shape either after that near miss as she lay on her back, staring at the sky in a bit of a daze.&nbsp; "I don't...think I'm gonna be getting up after that.....damn it!&nbsp; I...didn't come this far...to lose now...and to a damn...two headed...WORM!"&nbsp; It hurt to breath, let alone stand, but Giselle's brown eyes narrowed as she slowly got to her feet, using Icingdeath as a makeshift cane which she stuck into the ground before her, weakly raising her right hand as she tried to call upon one last spell she hadn't tried yet.&nbsp; The worm was in bad shape despite having effectually turned back Bahamut's ultimate technique, most of its throat and all of its teeth badly burned or missing completely, but it would still take a ton of damage before it was down for the count.&nbsp; Giselle never got the chance as she collapsed to the dirt, shaking like a leaf from exhaustion.&nbsp; She...couldn't fall...now....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 06:39:10</strong>
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				Erizen<br><br>Erizen turned instantly to Emma, putting her hand on her shoulder. "Emma, how's your throwing arm?" She asked looking her over.<br><br>"What? Why?" She shook her head as the large dragon vaporized, much to the amazement of the assembled crew. "No, never mind, I... can life a truck."<br><br>"Good enough. Throw me." She continued.<br><br>"I'm... sorry? Come again?"<br><br>"Throw me!" She barked again. "Just don't ask, and trust me!" Emma rolled her eyes and snatched her shoulders, heafting her above her head, one hand on her chest, the other placed rather precariously over her crotch. "Watch... watch your hands... I don't wanna get gouged."<br><br>"Shut up." Emma responded, throwing her like a javelin towards the giant worm. "I hope you're right."<br><br>"Alright you ugly son of a bitch! Let's dance!" Erizen shouted drawing her scythe, to which it responded by swallowing her whole.<br><br>Emma<br><br>If it were at all possible, the color drained from Emma's face as the worm effortlessly swallowed the girl, and continued to terrorize the others. She had to have a plan... right? This wasn't Assisted Suicide... was it? She shook her head at the thought, no... Erizen had a plan, she had to. In the meantime, standing and gawking wasn't going to solve anything. They were running out of time, and this bastard had to go. Brandishing claws, she started to sprint towards it, hoping to eviscerate it. The worm simply slapped her away with one of it's heads, knocking her head-over-heels towards the cliff.<br><br>Recovering before the fall, she stood and shook the hit off. "You're really starting to piss me off." She growled to it. She turned to Ryu and the others. "We need to get behind it, but not with us all in one place. We need to split up, fracture it's attention!" She shouted to the others, hoping they'd come to a similar conclusion.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 19:16:48</strong>
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				Moving in the shadows Tyger dispatches several more of the foul driders before they can launch new attacks at his companions. Each time he stops hiding in the shadows and becoming fully visible is preceded by either a flash of his blade or of shurikens flashing through the air. After each target is killed he once again steps back into the shadows virtually disappearing.<br><br>From the shadows at the clearing’s edge Tyger watches as Emma carries Erizen on her back up the cliff face with Erizen fighting off tentacles all the way up. He is rather astonished at seeing a new player simply run up the cliff wall reaching the top slightly before Emma and her passenger. More importantly he is dismayed as Terra stumbles and falls down to one knee looking very exhausted. He is more than just a little surprised by the strange bolt of energy that comes from her and hits some of the tentacles.<br><br>At her offer to cover the others as they climb the cliff face, he knows that in her current condition she will not be able to make the climb on her own. Standing at her side he watches as the black dragon creature with Giselle and Yuna on its back fly to the top and disappear from sight. Shortly thereafter a blue bolt much like Terra’s but much larger shoots across the sky above them. “Terra, I will not abandon you to make your own way up the cliff. You will come with me to the top.”<br><br>Without waiting for a reply Tyger sheaths his katana and scoops Terra up into his arms supporting her weight easily. Carrying her back to the forest’s edge he takes one last look at top of the cliff searching for a suitable shadow and judging the distance. He decides it is right at his maximum range but it doable. “This may be a bit disorienting.” He steps into the shadows from the forest and using the power in his armor teleports to the shadow at the top of the cliff. Stepping out of the new shadow he places her back on the ground on her feet.<br><br>As soon as he releases Terra from his arms Tyger steps to one side looking at the two headed worm. Suddenly with a jerk of his head he makes a “fffffft” very much like a cat sneezing, which is exactly what it is a very feline sneeze. Seeing the acid dripping from the worm’s mouths and seeing how it reacts on the ground. Smelling the sulfurous content to the creature and seeing the condition of the fighters who have already engaged the worm, he shouts, “Use fire! Its weakness is fire!”<br><br>Rather than rushing to attack the worm Tyger looks back down at the clearing and forest. He waits to see what those remaining at the bottom are doing and if they need help. He stays close to the shadow should he need to go back down to bring any more up via his shadow walking.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 22:02:59</strong>
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				Yuna and Giselle both were out for the count, but Vincent's red eyes narrowed to dangerous slits as he raised Death Penalty and emptied a clip into the right head of the sandworm, leaving seven clean holes around its mouth and part of its neck.&nbsp; The thing still moved though and turned its gaze on the red clothed warrior who reloaded on the run, getting out of range of a glob of acid it spat back in retaliation for the pain it felt from the bullets, not to mention the terrible agony Emma and company were inflicting on it from almost every direction.&nbsp; Raising his metallic left hand, Vincent closed his eyes for a moment and a wind picked up around him and everyone that was near his location.&nbsp; White Wind would restore their health depending on his own, and considering he hadn't taken a hit yet, he imagined that they'd be feeling quite good after this as the Materia Orbs in his equipment and clothing glowed brightly.&nbsp; Yellow, blues, and green orbs of light became visible within Vincent, but it was the Enemy Skill orb, the yellow, that glowed the brightest as a white gust of wind surrounded Emma, Ryu, Tyger, Terra, himself, and even Erizen inside the great worm, Giselle and Yuna being just out of reach of his spell.&nbsp; Opening his eyes again, Vincent didn't have much time to react as the worm's other head tried to smash down on him, but it hit nothing but the dirt as he jumped into the air, landing on top of the beast's head instead.<br><br>Rearing up almost immediately, Death Penalty had already rang out three shots as Vincent kept his balance perfectly on top of the beast, riding it as if it were standing still.&nbsp; When it tried to buck him off by lowering its aching skull to the ground and quickly tossing its head high like a snake, Vincent used the momentum and flipped backward, his cape billowing out on either side of him as he rained four more shots down before landing on his feet and a hand outreached to touch the ground without taking a single bit of damage despite the high fall he had just been put through.&nbsp; Hopefully now the others would have a better chance.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 22:36:34</strong>
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				While all that was happening, at the bottom of the cliff, Cammy was climbing a tree, a slightly irritated expression on her face as she glared up at where the others had taken off. True, she probably deserved it for doing what she did earlier, but Christ it still rankled with her. Muttering to herself, the muscular blonde emerged from the foliage, and took in the cliff before her. “Hmm…. Well… If I can jump from here to…. There…. And then to there…..” she mused as she traced out a path up the cliff with her eyes. “Yeah…. Yeah, that should work.” she commented, before clapping her hands to her ears at the roar from on top of the cliff. “Well, whatever that was, didn’t sound happy. I’d better get up there quick smart then.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 22:43:34</strong>
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				Having seen another person at the bottom of the cliff while he was high in the air, Vincent figured she was another contestant.&nbsp; Normally he'd have dealt with the monster first, but their efforts were only making it pissed off.&nbsp; They needed more help and so, without a moment to think about it, Vincent dived off the cliff and passed by Cammy's position before landing as he had before, on his feet and a hand out before him before standing fully again.&nbsp; A full fifty feet, and Vincent didn't seem the least bit ruffled as he held out his normal hand.&nbsp; "Come on.&nbsp; I'll help you up."&nbsp; Was all he would say as he stared up where he had just come from.&nbsp; "We don't have much time left."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 22:47:02</strong>
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				"Bloody hell, that was a drop." Cammy said, giving him a surprised look, and then sizing him up. He <em>seemed</em> harmless enough, and he did sound like he was on the level, but she was still wary. She did take his hand though. "All right then. No funny business, mind." she warned him. "So, what's the big beastie up there that you're all facing, anyhow?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 22:56:54</strong>
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				Vincent helped her climb onto his back and instructed her to hold on tight.&nbsp; "Shut your mouth or you'll bite your tongue off."&nbsp; He said in reply, running up as he had before though his steps were a little slower with the added weight on his back.&nbsp; Thankfully the run back up was easy thanks to destroying everything on the way up the first time.&nbsp; Reaching the top, Vincent let Cammy slide off before running back into the fray, the monster in question obvious now that they were before it again.&nbsp; Giselle and Yuna were still down, but they were slowly coming back around without aid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 23:12:28</strong>
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				The giant worm only roared as Vincent dropped off the ledge to retrieve Cammy, it's gaze turning to Emma, however, just as it began to attack, it stopped, looking around, almost as if it was...<br><br>"Is it in pain?" Emma questioned as it started bobbing it's head, looking down at it's gut. From it's chest, a silvery blade broke the surface and sliced clean down it's length, blood spilling onto the ground. Roaring around, it rolled over, convulsing as the blade made several more, long cuts. "What is it..." Another cut sliced it's almost completely around it's circumference, blood gushing from the wound, raining all over the floor.<br><br>"GAH! Hahahahahaha! SUFFER AND DIE WORM!" A voice shouted from it's open mouth, the blade finishing the job on it's head, the massive worm's left head coming completely off. Hoping out of it's decapitated throat came the nearly-naked form of Erizen, her scythe bloodied with the worm's lifeblood. Rolling to a stop, she took a knee, the worm's still active, but wounded right head roaring at her. From her bra, she took a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, putting one of the cigarettes in her mouth, lighting it. "Oh... blow it out your ass." Flicking the burning stick into the worm's mouth, the flame ignited the creature's acid saliva, flames billowing from it's mouth and stump.<br><br>Standing on her feet, she adjusted her bra and panties, shuffling a little in nervousness at her wardrobe. "Soooo... what did I miss?" She smiled, much to Emma's relief.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 05:20:01</strong>
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				Ryu kept walking at a decent pace.&nbsp; He finally made it to the cliff face, staring it down like it was one giant monster to be killed.&nbsp; Everyone was already topside, and he was stuck at the bottom.&nbsp; He finally started regretting his choice to make himself rear guard.&nbsp; He might not even make it in the gates in time.&nbsp; His eyes studied the rock face in detail picking out the prime spots.&nbsp; "Fuck."&nbsp; He cursed aloud, peeved that they didn't at least drop a rope for him.&nbsp; The ninjas eyes grew wide as an idea hit him in the head like a ton of bricks.&nbsp; He pulled out his bow, quickly a fixing a length of chord to it.&nbsp; He used the energy compression technique from before to send his arrow farther.&nbsp; When he was at his peak, he fired off his shot, putting an impact in the side of the face, but giving him a handy way up the mountain so he could progress quickly.<br><br>While scaling the cliff face he thought out loud to himself, "Well, if only we had two walls close enough together, I'd JUMP up the mountain!"&nbsp; He laughed joyfully at the thought.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 10:54:04</strong>
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				Terra's eyes grew wide as Tyger scooped her into his arms and her eyebrows came together at his warning.&nbsp; He stepped back into the shadows and she closed her eyes against the sudden jerking she felt from all directions.&nbsp; They appeared at the top of the cliff and Tyger placed her upon the ground once again.&nbsp; She heard his sneeze and yell at the others but she could not open her eyes as she tried to resettle her organs in the right places.&nbsp; When she felt more gathered she reached an unsteady hand on Tyger's shoulder as she leaned over to watch the others scale the cliff.&nbsp; "A sweet sentiment that I appreciate, but it is easier to aim up than down."&nbsp; She watched as Cammy carefully and was trying to reorient herself to aim her bolts downward as someone Terra did not recognize, in a red outfit, jumped straight down to assist her.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Jungle-Cat, do not do that again without my strict permission."&nbsp; She squeezed his shoulder lightly as she said the words and hoped that he would understand her words were at his actions and not his intentions.&nbsp; She looked at his face with soft eyes and small smile as she nodded.<br><br>Terra turned from the others below the cliff trusting the unknown man to help Cammy and Ryu, though she was unsure of where the man was, just in time to see a blade cut the worm from the inside.&nbsp; Her eyebrow rose as the abrasive woman burst from inside the creature and ignite it with a burning stick.&nbsp; She quickly took in the others around her and went to them quickly.&nbsp; She thought Cure3 at Yuna and Giselle trying to help them as much as possible but there was little to do until their minds caught up with the conditions of their body.&nbsp; She smiled slightly, knowing well, how the mind could think the body is worn out even as it is quickly recovering.&nbsp; "You two need to get up.&nbsp; You're body is in better condition that you believe."&nbsp; She turned towards the mansion and glanced towards the sun slowly descending unsure of how much time they had left.&nbsp; "We need to continue moving.&nbsp; Form up."&nbsp; She looked at each of them almost unaware that she was trying to take command but Terra understood if they were going to make it the rest of the way there they would need to depend on each other and she had watched each of them try to take their own route.&nbsp; She hoped that now they would take direction as a unit, at least until they were set upon each other.&nbsp; "Tyger take point.&nbsp; Yuna and Giselle stay next to me in the direct center.&nbsp; Cammy, Emma, and you," she pointed to the abrasive woman.&nbsp; "You three surround myself and the two injured.&nbsp; The others take rear."&nbsp; <br><br>She thought a moment on the formation and decided it was best.&nbsp; Whether the others had seen it or not she had put the women in the center and the men on the outside.&nbsp; This was not out of some false idea that the women needed more protection but it was simple understanding instincts.&nbsp; The men would feel more protective of the group women if they were on the outskirts of the group and the women would feel the need to protect each other out of an almost motherly or sisterly instinct.&nbsp; She turned to Yuna and Giselle as she waited on the others and cast Life3 on them, which would help them stay on their feet if they happen across any other enemies.&nbsp; Terra waited silently with steel in her eyes hoping the others would listen to her without a lot of argument.&nbsp; They did not have the time and she was not in the mood.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 21:39:25</strong>
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				Concentrating on the battle and watching those still below Tyger hardly notices when Terra places her hand on his shoulder. He merely grunts at her comment expressing her appreciation but difficulty in aiming down the cliff. When her grip tightens in an affectionate manner and she once again calls “Jungle-Cat” his eyes suddenly snap to gazing at her. Hearing the way she says that, feeling her hand on his shoulder and remembering the way she had looked into his eyes without fear or revulsion after seeing him at his most fearsome, something deep within him stirs. It is not a physical or sexual response, but rather an emotional one. He smiles behind his mask and his eyes sparkle as they change to violet again. He vows in that instant to get to know this exceptionally beautiful woman better when they are settle into the mansion and hopes he will not be forced to fight her. “Terra, I promise that unless it is needed to save your life, I will not do that to you again without first getting your strict permission.”<br><br>So lost in his own thoughts and feelings at Terra’s simple words and touch Tyger completely misses the worm’s demise and Cammy being carried up the cliff wall by the new stranger in red. He is brought back to full awareness when Terra starting commanding the group. He looks around taking in everybody’s condition and realizing that only Ryu is not with them at the top. Glancing quickly down the cliff wall and not seeing any more signs of the tentacles he figure that the other ninja should no problem ascending the cliff wall without his aid. Stepping away from Terra to take his position at point he lets his armor return to its normal state uncovering his head, face, and hands.<br><br>Tyger stops before passing Erizen and unfastens his purple cloak. Handing the cloak to her he says, “That was a very brave thing you did.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>24-03-2011, 22:01:24</strong>
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				((Was hoping to see Grunt's corrected post first but oh well lol.))<br><br>Giselle and Yuna shivered as they were healed by a high level Curaga spell.&nbsp; They groaned as they stood, shaking their heads as Giselle's ribs became whole again, and Yuna's head cleared up almost immediately.&nbsp; "Remind me not to use Mega Flare on another creature like that again."&nbsp; Yuna groaned out, stumbling a bit but catching herself as Giselle merely shakes her head in amusement despite how close they had gotten to being utterly destroyed.<br><br>"Duly noted Yuna."&nbsp; Giselle replied, nodding that they could indeed stand on their own as they ran over to join the group.&nbsp; The way ahead was clear from what Giselle could see, but she wasn't taking any chances as Icingdeath and Twinkle popped free from their respective sheaths and Yuna turned back into her Gunner form, her dual pistols coming out in case there were anymore annoyances on the way.&nbsp; "If we run the rest of the way, we should be good.&nbsp; Let's go!"&nbsp; Giselle yelled at the top of her lungs, eager to get a bath and pass out the first chance she got.&nbsp; Yuna was tired as well, but a hot meal would go a long way first.&nbsp; Their goal was in sight, and that was all that mattered.<br><br>Vincent nodded as he too fell in line, easily keeping pace with the others around him as Death Penalty bounced on his right shoulder with every step.&nbsp; "We have possibly five minutes before it's too late."&nbsp; He said, his tattered red cloak trailing behind him as he ran, whipping about in the wind that had started to pick up slightly with the advent of a storm on the way from the ocean east of the island.&nbsp; For those that could determine such things from sight and smell alone, the air was thick with the smell of ozone, the air positively charged as if to say the storm would be sealing off any way off the island or on it for that matter.&nbsp; Only a fool would try to fly in with the storm front that was rolling in, blanketing the eastern sky in dark storm clouds miles long in either direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 00:46:10</strong>
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				Kiruna woke up, her eyes still groggy for a while as she moved her paw to her head and sat down on the ground. The ground was soft not like the one she was where it was pure stone,&nbsp; the last thing she knew was that she was escorting people from her town in a usual trade route used to get stuff to other allied town, when something swallowed her and then she blacked out. She looked around and from all around her there was people with weapons, weapons that she did not recognized before. She stood up and looked around as she growled to them. The first man threw a knife at her wich she easily dodged by doing a semi sault backwards, the knife landing on the ground. Her eyes closed as the hair on her body seemed to change from purple to pure black and her eyes turned red, “Nya, you don’t know who are you messing with”. <br><br>Creating a sword with a&nbsp; chain as a base she smirked and started to swing it around herself. The blade turned to fire as she was holding a very small pebble on her hands. Screams and groans from all the people around her was heard as the blade sliced through their bodies like a saw.&nbsp; She took out most of the people around her with that small move, she grabbed the blade and threw it back at the one who was left on the group,&nbsp; the blade pierced his stomach and he fell, the blade disappearing.&nbsp; She walked to one of the people and looked at him, he had a cloth covering his face except for his eyes. Looking at his weapon her eyes shined for a bit as the weapon disappeared and she made one out of thin air. Her hair went back to purple as she dropped on all fours looking around and licking her paw.<br><br>She heard another sound near the woods, she made one of the knives that she just saw and threw it at the direction where she heard the sound, a man fell down as the blade stuck on his chest. She remained still, hearing every sound around her, it was obvious she was not alone in this place she needed to find someone who explains to her what is going on. She walked to the man who just fell and searched his body for a sign of something, finding nothing she sighed she jumped into a tree and then went up the tree to the top to see if there was something nearby. <br><br>She looked around and at the distance she saw a castle, she jumped to a tree and began moving from tree to tree. Wearing only a small white shirt and pants she began to jump from tree to tree, using her paws and nails to keep herself from falling into the ground. Each time she landed her nails dug into the wood and she jumped again to the other tree. Her sights were set directly on the castle, she kept herself hidden in the middle of the leaves not really wanting to fight. If she got there maybe she would get some answers as to what exactly was going on. The castle was slowly getting closer and closer she hoped nobody else would bother her again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (Need more DOA oriented people yet.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 02:20:05</strong>
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				Emma<br><br>Emma smiled to Erizen, and at her display and nodded. "You're going a long way to redeeming yourself, Erizen. Thanks." She looked as the sun was going down. "Shit... we don't have much time. Can you make it?" Erizen shook her head.<br><br>"Fuck if I know." She answered, starting to walk and making decent sprint. Emma rolled her eyes and grabbed Erizen, scooping her up in her arms and starting to sprint to the mansion. They wouldn't be first, but they wouldn't be last. "I hope they have a change of clothes for me... I really liked that dress."<br><br>"Maybe next time you won't have me launch you into a worm wearing your best dress, huh?" Emma jested, Erizen responding with a nod.<br><br>"Maybe next time I'll have you launch me into bed, huh?" Emma's smile faded quickly.<br><br>"Don't push your luck." Erizen shrugged as they entered the mansion.<br><br>"Eh. No harm in trying."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 09:58:36</strong>
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				Ryu saw the other contestants shooting ahead of him in the game, and decided that it was time to cut losses.&nbsp; He retrieved his arrow, cutting the chord from it.&nbsp; He wouldn't need that momentarily.&nbsp; He quickly pulled out his cell, seeing the contact from Sonia that she couldn't wait much longer.&nbsp; His phone dialed the number.&nbsp; "Sonia?&nbsp; Yeah, that's me.&nbsp; Just got up.&nbsp; Drop it in front of me... I will be able to make it."&nbsp; Make it or not, he really wanted this weapons, and didn't care whether or not he made it in last place.&nbsp; Moments later the rest of his equipment came falling down in a crate, it smashing open to reveal a wagon laden down with every weapon that Ryu Hayabusa had.&nbsp; Ryu visibly gawked at this, not expecting Sonia to be so thorough.&nbsp; <br><br>Not wasting any time, he grabbed the wagon and pulled it hard.&nbsp; He wasn't going fast, but he would make it... by the skin of his teeth, Hayabusa style.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:02:44</strong>
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				Kiruna finally arrived near the castle and saw a man in full cloth on his face like the others, this one looked to be very strong through. She jumped into the last tree and remained still watching him, her hand formed a bow and arrow and pointed it at him just in case he tried anything, "What is going on nya.... who are you and what is this?". She decided to speak, letting him know she was there, he did not seemed to be much of a threat at the moment with a big object to carry, "I have you in my sight, move in a way I don't like and you are dead".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:15:43</strong>
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				Ryu was almost completely exhausted from toting such a huge load.&nbsp; He froze when he heard the neko move in on him like that.&nbsp; "Shit."&nbsp; He swore aloud again, not completely in control of his wits.&nbsp; <em>Nya?</em> the thought sprang to mind.&nbsp; He turned and faced the woman.&nbsp; He heard her warning, and thought highly of it since he was kinda strapped to a wagon that weighed in around one thousand pounds.&nbsp; "Umm.."&nbsp; He started, for once at a loss for composure.&nbsp; Then his face brightened like a lightbulb.&nbsp; "I'm toting a giant fish to that mansion over there.&nbsp; I'll give you a cut of it if you can help out."&nbsp; If he played his cards right, he might even get tied for last place, or maybe make it in time to start with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:19:16</strong>
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				She smelled the air and she indeed could smell a fish, she licked her lips as she looked down. "You did not answer my question, what the hell is going on in here?". She fired a arrow just to his feet and created another one ready to be fired, "I missed on purpose by the way nya... tell me what is going on here nya.... I was just walking and suddenly blacked out and appeared here, nya".. She knew he must know where she was now but she had infinite arrows ready for him, "And I should warn you, I have infinite weapons so please answer me and you might get your help, nya".
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:26:48</strong>
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				Ryu looked at the woman like she was crazy, knowing that she had just asked what was going on.&nbsp; Not what was going on in THERE!&nbsp; but he wasn't in an arguing position.&nbsp; He fought to regain his composure.&nbsp; "Ahem..." He said, staring at the arrow in front of him.&nbsp; "It is the Dead or Alive tournament.&nbsp; I'd say that you're one of the contestants yourself, but it doesn't appear as if you've been briefed..."&nbsp; He was finally confused.&nbsp; Two new competitors?&nbsp; "The reward is enormous, and if we don't make it there soon, there is no chance of winning because we'll be disqualified."&nbsp; He kept pulling the wagon, not caring if she helped anymore.&nbsp; If he didn't keep going, there was no way he'd make it now.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 10:30:32</strong>
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				She looked at him keep going without worrying about her firing and she grinned, this guy was something else for sure. This was a tournament and the best way to keep alive was to join forces with somebody. She did not cared about the reward she loved her life back where she lived. Jumping down she made the bow vanish into thing air in front of him. Grabbing the other end of the rope wich was used to carry the giant fish she started helping him without saying any other word. her hair was purple and so were her eyes. She often let out a 'nya' even though she was not speaking just trying to do something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 20:17:24</strong>
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				Taking his position at point Tyger moves forward at a good pace keeping all of his senses attuned to his surroundings. As it appears that the way is finally clear but the weather is turning bad Tyger picks up his pace. He really does not care much about being first to reach the mansion, but getting under shelter before the storm hits does appeal a great deal to him. Reaching the entrance to the Mansion he stops and steps to the side allowing the others to precede him in as he continues to watch for threats from the outside.<br><br>Bringing up the rear Ryu finally appears struggling to pull a large wagon with help from an odd looking young woman with purple hair. The rain starts coming down in driving sheets and within a matter of seconds they are all completely drenched. Tyger rushes forward and gets behind the wagon. Placing his hands on the wagon he pushes it forward at a run. Just as they pass through the entrance there is a strange whining sound and the big double doors swing shut on their own. Grabbing hold of the wagon he helps to bring it to a stop.<br><br>Looking over the top of the wagon at Ryu Tyger wrinkles his nose in distaste and asks, “You brought the catfish?” He then glances over at the drenched young woman and says, “So, Ryu, who is your adorable new friend?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 11:18:13</strong>
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				Ryu was thankful to Tyger for his help.&nbsp; He was slightly disheartened by his reaction to the fish however.&nbsp; "Of course I brought the fish."&nbsp; His face held it's unwavering focus, not betraying any emotions whatsoever.&nbsp; "It wouldn't do to waste a five hundred pound catfish, would it?"&nbsp; Inside, he was chuckling, merely remarking to himself, <em>Now THAT'S a fishing story.</em>&nbsp; When Tyger's attentions were drawn to the neko, he wasn't surprised.&nbsp; She was VERY pretty.&nbsp; He mused at his question.&nbsp; "I don't know really."&nbsp; He stated simply.&nbsp; "It would probably do us all well to wait until we are all gathered again before we start introducing ourselves.&nbsp; We seem to have picked up a few of the stragglers."&nbsp; Ryu knew that Helena was never this unorganized.&nbsp; Something was putting serious pressure on her.&nbsp; She was making horrid mistakes left and right, and it wouldn't be long until they caught up with her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 20:22:09</strong>
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				She sat down after they got the catfish high enough and looked at the woman, ready for anything she looked at the man and she was surprised he knew her. Her tail moved from side to side as she began to clean her face by licking her paw and passing her wet paw on her face. She had no idea why she was called a Neko, taking a deep breath she looked at the woman and tried to study her, she could not see any weapons perse so she knew the girl must be a close combat fighter if she was any. She shrugged and looked at the woman, "What is.... this tournament nya....". She looked at her and moved her head to a side in a puzzling look.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 08:47:05</strong>
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				"Brave or incredibly stupid?"&nbsp; Giselle says as she walks by Tyger and Erizen, still haven't really gotten to liking the mercenary considering her attitude earlier.&nbsp; Yuna stops long enough to bow respectfully to the girl that had managed to finish off the two headed worm quite effectively despite the extremely dangerous way she had done so before going on, a spring in her step thanks to someone's magical aid.&nbsp; She hadn't seen who had cast the spells, but she wanted to thank whoever it was before they had to fight...should that happen anyway.&nbsp; Approaching the mansion with the rest of the group and watching as the doors swing shut behind them once everyone clear the doorway, it's Giselle's startled gasp that alerts everyone to what's already in the room with them, or rather WHO is in the room with them.&nbsp; Dozens of fighters from many different realities and planes of existences, as well as this one, populated the main hall of Helena's four floor estate.&nbsp; It seemed that they weren't the only ones that had been chosen to participate in this DOA, guessing these other warriors had been waiting for Helena's final arrivals as a black afroed headed man with a katana on his right hip and a cigarette in his mouth nodded to them, along with scattered applause from many of the others that were around.<br><br>"Welcome, one and all to DOA.&nbsp; Congratulations on making it this far."&nbsp; Helena said from the second floor balcony that overlooked the room, a staircase with several guards sporting machine guns and black bulletproof armor stood so no one could easily get to their boss.&nbsp; "You have all been selected to participate in by far the most fiercest and grand tournament that this establishment has every known.&nbsp; Please welcome our newest and last arrivals to the Island with open arms tonight, because in the morning at dawn, the fights shall begin.&nbsp; The rules are simple.&nbsp; Knockouts guarantee a victory.&nbsp; Accidental slaying of your opponent is acceptable but not recommended.&nbsp; If you participate in a non-sanctioned DOA fight, you will be disqualified and immediately sent home to your home town, continent, and/or world should you be an Outworlder as many of you are.&nbsp; When you lose and you wish to stay until the tournament is over, the rooms which have been provided for your use shall be left as they are until your departure from here.&nbsp; If you feel you do not belong here or wish to return home for any reason, then I shall have arrangements made for you to leave should such a thing be required.&nbsp; For now, rest and recuperate.&nbsp; In the morning I will ask that the new arrivals check into the clinic for a complete routine physical and subsequent injection for vaccinations and nanotech tracking devices which will also act as translators.&nbsp; More information will be given to you when the time comes.&nbsp; Until then, prepare and rest.&nbsp; Staff members will show you to your rooms when you're ready."&nbsp; With that Helena walked away and the man that had nodded to the new arrivals locked eyes with many of the new arrivals, but he stayed focus on Giselle who narrowed her eyes to dangerous slits, unafraid of the man despite his incredibly strong presence among the crowd.<br><br>((Yes, Afro Samurai is among us lol.&nbsp; I'll probably have more fan favorites pop up like Naruto and others of the same by popular demand of course.&nbsp; For now, wander about, check into your rooms, and prepare for the fights of your lives.&nbsp; The system is about to be initiated that Fenrir was so kind to give us.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 10:07:21</strong>
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				Tyger looks around the room at all the others gathered there as Helena makes her welcoming speech. For the most part he is unimpressed by the assembled fighters, but his attention is drawn to the colored man with the strange poofy hair and the katana. The man has natural presences that even without the hair would make him stand out in any crowd. Like Giselle he locks his eye on the man showing absolutely no fear as he walks up to Giselle’s side after Helena’s departure. Without taking his eyes off samurai he says, “What would your father call you being here to rescue him, Giselle? Would it be a very brave thing or incredibly stupid thing? Sometimes they are one in the same.” Taking his eyes off the other warrior and finally looking at his old friend he says, “I think introductions to those that arrived before us can wait. I don’t know about you but I’m tired and hungry and am in desperate need of a bath. Save your dislike or distrust of any of the others for the arena.” He gives her a friendly shove on the shoulder saying, “I’m going to go find my room, get my bath taken care of and then see to satisfying my hunger. I suggest you do the same, now on top of the smell of trolls you have also picked up that of the driders, something else, and finally that nasty worm.”<br><br>Tyger walks back over by Ryu and the cat girl and asks, “Ryu, what did Helena mean when she said ‘injection for vaccinations and nanotech’? I’m not sure I like what injection seems to imply.” Looking at the cat girl as she is cleaning herself in a very feline manner, which he finds to be oddly erotic, he extends his right hand to her saying, “I’m Tyger and you are?” He takes a deep breath inhaling her scent and memorizing and smiles at the very feline and female flavor to it. After the brief exchange with the two Tyger asks a staff member to please show him to his room and leaves following his escort.<br><br>((Moving to his and Terra’s room (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=101024.0) thread))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>27-03-2011, 10:41:45</strong>
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				Kiruna watched Tyger get close to her and she just tried to think he was not there. When the man extended his hand in greeting she looked at the hand with intent and curiosity. The hand was weird and why would he extend the hand like that, she poked the hand and sighed slowly reaching in with her hand and doing the same thing as he was doing. Pointing at herself she smiled, "Me is Kiruna....nya". She sat back on the ground to continue to wash her face as the guy left her. She had heard all the woman had to say but she did not really seemed to care about any of that, if somebody attacked her she would just kill that person as simple as that.<br><br>She looked at the fish and crawled closer to it, smelling it with intent. She sighed and brushed her nose with her paw, her eyes squinted as she did so. Crawling back to where she was she sat down and sighed, "Is Kiruna getting fishy? I want fishy". She smiled as she looked over at the man with the cloth on his head and the woman who had arrived a couple of minutes later. She kept poking the foot of the guy with the fish as she waited for him to talk.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 02:04:45</strong>
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				Cammy listened in to all that was going on in perfect silence, as her mind began to categorise, process and sort this information for her report to Colonel Wolfmann. She leaned against the wall and folded her arms under her bust&nbsp; as she regarded the other competitors with a watchful and wary gaze. "Hmmm...." she mused, as it slowly dawned on her that these people looked like they could out-class her. This was something else she'd need to think on, as she walked off to put her bags away in her assigned guest room.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 03:18:13</strong>
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				Emma<br><br>"If you lean on my shoulder, can you walk?" Emma asked Erizen with a slight suggestion in her voice. Trying to support herself on her own feet, she smiled, using her scythe as a crutch.<br><br>"I think I can make it under my own power, since time isn't a opposition anymore." She answered plainly with a simple smile, leaning heavily on her scythe. Emma gave a satisfied nod and picked up both bags, one with 'Emma' on the tag, and the other with 'Erizen' on the tag. "I can carry that..." She tried to take her bag from Emma, which she retracted.<br><br>"You concentrate on staying vertical, I'll carry your bag. Don't worry about a thing." With a smile and a nod, Erizen started hobbling towards her room.<br><br>"Prophecy." She spoke randomly.<br><br>"I'm sorry?" Came Emma's response.<br><br>"Prophecy. It's my last name." She answered. "Where I come from, last names are given only to friends. You showed me more sympathy and kindness back there then anyone has in my life. That qualifies you as my friend. Even if you don't want me to be yours." Emma replied with a smile.<br><br>"Friends are what we need anymore. Too many dead where I come from..." She started off towards the living areas.<br><br>((Continued in Emma and Giselle's and Erizen and Cammy's rooms.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 03:50:00</strong>
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				<strong>DOA Main Hall.</strong><br><br>Giselle watches the Afro Samurai walk away, his wooden sandals clapping quietly on the white linoleum floor.&nbsp; She turns slowly and smiles warmly at Tyger until he reminds her of why she's here.&nbsp; Sighing, her brown eyes grow a bit misty as she looks down, pondering his question.&nbsp; "He'd probably say it was incredibly stupid but be proud of my efforts all the same.&nbsp; He's a good father, and he's worth every sacrifice I'm making just to be here in another world, in an entirely new reality."&nbsp; She replied in a whisper, losing sight of everyone else save for Tyger as Yuna slowly approached the two, having overheard most of what had been said.<br><br>"He's incredibly lucky to have a daughter like you Giselle.&nbsp; No matter what happens, if he loves you as you say he does, then he'll be eternally grateful for what you're doing."&nbsp; Giselle looked up into Yuna's face and nodded, feeling her determination rise fully again thanks to the summoner's words.&nbsp; She wouldn't give up, even if someone were to beat her, she'd tear this entire Island apart to find him, no matter the cost.&nbsp; They both chuckle as Giselle playfully shoves Tyger back after the rest of his speech.&nbsp; "Go on Jungle-Cat, take care of your needs and we shall tend to ours."&nbsp; Yuna teased, having heard the nickname on the way here from one of the others.<br><br>"Yeah, go play in the water.&nbsp; You don't smell the greatest either old friend.&nbsp; If this place is anything like our old world's inns and motels and stuff, they should have some room service."&nbsp; Giselle replied, her brown eyes twinkling in mirth as she and Yuna both go to find their own rooms.&nbsp; Vincent on the other hand slowly approached the cat girl among them, his red eyes narrowing slightly at how she was cleaning herself.&nbsp; Clearing his throat, the man held out his metallic gold hand to Kiruna.<br><br>"It's a pleasure.&nbsp; From what I heard from one of the staff working here, we are to room together."&nbsp; He said, hoping she'd understand him.&nbsp; Personally he would have loved to room alone, but he was able and willing to adapt as the need called for it.&nbsp; Besides, his time with Cloud, Tifa, Red 13, Yuffie, Barret, Aeris....Cait Sith, and everyone else had opened his heart again after his past of letting Lucretia die and allowing Sephiroth to rise as he had, almost destroying the entire world that he knew and loved despite his desire to be alone...at least at first anyway.&nbsp; Now he was constantly trying to atone in any way that he could.<br><br><strong>Yuna and Giselle leave to find their rooms....</strong><br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><strong>Meanwhile, in Helena's office.</strong><br><br>"Such maggots, unaware of why they are truly here.&nbsp; It's rather funny, a human irony if you will."&nbsp; The man in the heavy black robes and a black metallic staff said, making Helena tremble despite her best efforts to hide her fear from this thing before her.&nbsp; No matter how often she saw this thing, she never got used to this thing's presence that posed as a man...but she knew it was not even close.&nbsp; She didn't wish to die though...and had foolishly made a deal with this thing, now realizing she had basically made a deal with the Devil himself.<br><br>"Why are you here Guildenstern?&nbsp; You got what you came for so far, so there's no reason for you to be here until later."&nbsp; Helena snapped back, gaining a stern look from her 'boss' which was thankfully dampened down considerably until he pulled his hood back, and Helena gasped as she saw the demon's face for the first time.<br><br>"You humans are insolent bugs compared to us Genma!&nbsp; You think your race is where you are because of your own strength?!&nbsp; You are sadly mistaken my dear Helena.&nbsp; The only reason your kind is so strong is because when the universe was first created, your race were slaves to my own, used for a source of food and slaves.&nbsp; It was the Oni that got our Lord Fortinbras to agree to teaching your pitiful race about science and culture, but then a war broke out between our two races who were almost equally advanced in science and technology, but we eventually lost to the cursed Oni clan. However, a truce was drawn up so that no new blood need be spilled between us after Fortinbras and the Genma was sealed away in the netherworld.&nbsp; We were allowed to keep human slaves for hard labor and sacrifices if we taught them technology and culture as I mentioned earlier, but your kind got strong enough to overpower us, or so they thought.&nbsp; The war is still going on, but it's been in the shadows hundreds of years, five hundred to be precise."<br><br>"The Age of Warring States?!&nbsp; Japan and the massive armies that went to war against each other, your 'kind' had a hand in that?!"&nbsp; Helena asked, and Guildenstern laughed cruelly, bowing like he was proud of his handiwork to their Dark Lord Fortinbras.&nbsp; "Bastard demonic mad scientist.&nbsp; If I ever find a way out of this, I'll be sure to have you destroyed once and for all."&nbsp; Guildenstern approached the blond woman and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her clear off the floor with one hand.<br><br>"Now you listen here you insignificant worm!&nbsp; You are only alive because I need your help in clearing the way for the rest of my kind!&nbsp; If I had a choice, I'd gladly kill you now and use your body for my experiments!&nbsp; Be grateful you are still needed, Helena!"&nbsp; Dropping her to the floor, Helena gasped and coughed as Guildenstern disappeared, leaving the girl trembling.&nbsp; She needed help....and there was no way to get it....or so she thought as she silently cried at how hopeless it seemed.<br><br>(http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20100621205040/capcomdatabase/images/0/03/Oni3Guildenstern1.png)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 21:36:28</strong>
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				Terra entered the mansion in about the middle of everyone and she turned to watch the last of the group enter and was surprised to see Ryu pushing a wagon with an enormous fish on it.&nbsp; She tilted her head at the strange woman that accompanied him but her attention is pulled away at Helena's words.&nbsp; She looked around the room at the other fighters in the hall and was not impressed by any of them save a dominating man with a sword like her old friend Cyan's and her new competitor Ryu's but he also had a ridiculous amount of hair that Terra deemed a hindrance.&nbsp; Except for a second glance at the man with too much hair she ignored the other competitors completely for her main worry were the ones she arrived with because she had seen them in action.&nbsp; Not to mention the others seemed standard chocobo fodder.<br><br>She turned back to her new companions and watched them with a small smile.&nbsp; Even if in the end she would have to fight them she knew already she respected them a great deal.&nbsp; Terra looked at a few of them a little closer, some of them could even end up as good friends.&nbsp; She watched Tyger approach the feline type woman and went to study her a moment trying to place her into any type of category.&nbsp; Tyger was right she was beautiful and she turned away quickly putting the woman in the unidentified category for now refusing to say the petty comment in her mind about cats.&nbsp; Her eyes settled upon the angry woman and Emma, they would be good friends.&nbsp; Perhaps Emma could help the other open up and Terra smiled again.&nbsp; She would have to learn the angry woman's name when that moment happened.&nbsp; Terra blinked when she heard her name for Tyger from Yuna's lips.&nbsp; She had originally intended the name to show him she was not afraid not necessarily to land him a nickname.&nbsp; Her lips tightened as they all turned to leave and she coughed trying to suppress the possessive feeling she had over the name.&nbsp; It was simply a name, nothing more, and she had no rights to prevent others from using it.<br><br>She turned to Ryu and his new companion without a smile.&nbsp; He had disappeared for far too long and had ended up with more weapons, a giant fish, and a cat-girl.&nbsp; She tilted her head at the cat-girls words and the consistent pushing of Ryu's foot and a huge smile spit her face.&nbsp; "You better feed your new kitten Ryu, she seems to be hungry."&nbsp; Terra turned to the woman with her smile.&nbsp; "I like you, do you have a name?&nbsp; And don't worry if you aim for his sides,"&nbsp; Terra gestured towards one of the most ticklish area's, "and poke him there he is bound to give in."&nbsp; She laughed playfully and avoided any look Ryu might be giving her.&nbsp; After the woman's comments Terra turned to leave to make her way to her own quarters (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=101024.0)&nbsp; Exhaustion hit her as she looked for a someone to show her the room she would be staying it.&nbsp; She had expended a lot of energy physically and magically today and she was slipping in her control to not have emotions, to just watch and learn from everyone without comment.&nbsp; With respect would come friendship and that would just make everything harder.&nbsp; A wry smile appeared on her face, friend or not she still would have set the cat-woman on Ryu.&nbsp; It was far too entertaining.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>28-03-2011, 22:36:32</strong>
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				Noticing that the Ninja kept to himself she crawled away from him and decided to look around. She sighed and crawled around the mansion, the style of the mansion got her attention almost instantly, the weird stuff on the walls that looked to be immobile people, however there was something weird about them, they looked to be fake or not real (paintings). She shrugged going past the immobile people and looked around finally getting to the kitchen. She licked her lips as she crawled to where they kept the food and started looking around, when she first saw fish she grabbed a big one and left running the kitchen.<br><br>Not sure what else to do she crawled around with the fish on her mouth, she noticed a door that said her name on it, "K...i...r...u...n...a....". She tilted her head and wondered why the door had her name on it, maybe she was supposed to go there?. Smiling she touched the handle and finally by turning it around she managed to get it open. She peaked inside and saw nobody there but a very big bed. <br><br>(moving to her and Vincents room)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>29-03-2011, 06:15:16</strong>
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				((Thanks for ignoring Vincent there Acid Lips.))<br><br>Vincent watched the strange cat person wander off without so much as a fare thee well and rolled his red eyes, lowing his metal hand to his side before he silently made his way to the room he had been assigned.&nbsp; It didn't take him long to find it, although what Helena had said about nanotech unnerved him a bit.&nbsp; Microscopic tracking devices and who knew what else.&nbsp; He wasn't sure if he'd be allowing them to tag him, but Vincent would do what he had to do to find out what was really going on here considering he felt some pretty bad vibes coming from certain ares of the estate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 11:55:04</strong>
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				Ryu took time to take all his weapons out.&nbsp; Terra was obviously not trusting him, and in a way it bothered him.&nbsp; He shook away his angered look.&nbsp; He cursed in his own mind, knowing that there was something he missed earlier.&nbsp; Once he had emptied the cart of weapons he looked like a real one man army, all his weapons folded neatly into various slots.&nbsp; Amazingly he could still walk, or run even!&nbsp; Two attendants came over and started hauling off the catfish stating that they would take care of it, and there was no need for him to worry.&nbsp; He popped some grain into his mouth, chewing vigorously.&nbsp; He hauled himself from that point to the nanotech station, getting tagged accordingly.&nbsp; He wasn't too worried about it.&nbsp; He didn't need to sneak.&nbsp; He just liked to.&nbsp; He walked off to his room to further ponder on the strange slew of events.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 20:16:41</strong>
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				((Nanotech injections were supposed to be done with everyone at the same time my friend.&nbsp; It's cool, just I'll edit around you but please refrain from jumping the gun in the future is all I ask.&nbsp; I'll be getting a post up soon though, promise.&nbsp; If you're in a solo scene please don't rush to end them unless this thread is two days ahead of your own.&nbsp; Thanks!))<br><br><div align="center"><strong>DAY 1 OF DOA BEGINS!&nbsp; 7;00 A.M.&nbsp; Current Location.&nbsp; DOA ISLAND OFF THE COAST OF FLORIDA AND HER SURROUNDING ISLANDS.</strong></div><br>This day was to be momentous to say the least.&nbsp; The official start of DOA was planned for today, but first every contestant was scheduled to have themselves checked out and vaccinated for any and all known diseases, both on this world and the others they had come from.&nbsp; Truth be told, that should have been taken care of first thing as soon as they arrived, but considering what they had had to deal with to get to the island and to the mansion itself, Helena had decided it would be best to leave it until morning.&nbsp; Besides, the nanotech trackers, translators, and biometric scanners hadn't been functioning quite up to par but the bugs had been worked out of the...'bugs' and they were ready for use.&nbsp; They'd record every movement the fighters made, how they channeled their powers and abilities, everything that made them unique would be filed away and stored in the DOA mainframe for future use.&nbsp; This system had been used once before to download the fighters' abilities into a single person, Donovan to be precise, but the experiment had failed and that feature of the nanotech had been disabled so no one could be that powerful again.<br><br>However, curiosity as well as concern for the fighters' safety and continued health demanded she use the nanotech bugs so that any injuries and such could be better handled with a much greater degree of accuracy than the usual methods.&nbsp; The last thing she needed was an inter-dimensional war between a technologically superior race because of their people being killed off through malpractice.&nbsp; She had enough problems to deal with as she approached her workstation and spoke into the intercom that was wired into every room after flipping the switch and picking up the headset and putting it on her blond head.&nbsp; "Attention contestants and DOA staff.&nbsp; Today marks the beginning of the fifth Dead or Alive Tournament.&nbsp; Before the fighting begins and you are paired off at random through the use of our sophisticated systems that determine the best possible bouts between evenly matched opponents I wish that you come to the third floor medical floor to be put through a physical examination.&nbsp; Once that is done, then you may prepare for your matches until your face and name is presented on one of many big screen televisions located throughout the Island as well as announced over the intercom you hear now.&nbsp; That will be all.&nbsp; Good luck."<br><br>With that taken care of, now all she had to do was wait for the first of many to come along.&nbsp; There was over forty men and women vying for this year's grand prize.&nbsp; Only one would walk away the winner.&nbsp; Pirates, samurais, ronin, elves, were-creatures, wizards, sorcerers, and god knew what else.&nbsp; Needless to say, this year was going to be very interesting and if not for the cameras and other monitoring devices all over the battlegrounds and the Island itself, no one would believe what was about to take place here.&nbsp; She didn't, and she was in the middle of it....in more ways than one.<br><br>((Movie reference there.&nbsp; That message was passed through all the dorms so react as you see fit.&nbsp; I won't call names only because everyone has their own schedule and all so just get here when you can.&nbsp; Thanks!))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>31-03-2011, 20:31:43</strong>
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				Kiruna arrived to the third floor of the building and looked around the place. She was unsure where to go as she just walked around the place looking at every place where she could enter. The mansion was full of people and she sighed looking at some of the people gathering near a door. Having no idea what to do she cut in line like nothing was ever wrong, one of the fighters tried to get her off but he just received a bite on his hand courtesy of Kiruna. Yawning she sat in front of the door and started to lick herself clean not really caring who saw her do that. She curled up in a ball and waited for them to start to call people for the evaluation and the like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 22:41:46</strong>
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				((Let's get this show on the road cronies and peeps.&nbsp; &nbsp;&gt;:)))<br><br>http://www.bidmc.org/Research/Departments/Medicine/Divisions/HemostasisandThrombosis/~/media/Images/CentersandDepartments/Medicine/HemostasisandThrombosis/Research/lab2.ashx (http://www.bidmc.org/Research/Departments/Medicine/Divisions/HemostasisandThrombosis/~/media/Images/CentersandDepartments/Medicine/HemostasisandThrombosis/Research/lab2.ashx)<br><br>(About as close as I can get to what I'm after.)<br><br>Having spent a wonderful night with Emma, well morning to be precise, Giselle as well as Yuna and Vincent were in line a little ways away from the neko, behind her to be precise.&nbsp; The double doors to the lab swung open of their own accord and the assembled, all forty plus saw what awaited them.&nbsp; Helena was there, dressed in another black suit and tie affair as she had been a day before.&nbsp; "Please, get in an orderly line and we'll begin, starting with the first three and moving down the line."&nbsp; The first three were holding staffs, and they looked like dangerous sorcerers all and they were all females to boot.&nbsp; Elven given the pointed ears and ageless faces, but they weren't like any elves that Giselle had seen before.&nbsp; For one they were purple, and another two of them had wild looking tigers beside them the size of a small horse complete with saddles.&nbsp; They rode them?&nbsp; It was the only explanation Giselle could come up with.<br><br>Watching them go through the doors, the apparent leader, a long fire red haired woman stepped forward and sat down in the black leather table that folded up a bit to become a comfortable chair.&nbsp; Nice touch, but a bit overdone, Vincent thought as a blond headed woman much like Helena approached with a syringe loaded with clear liquid.&nbsp; "Can you understand me alright?"<br><br>"I'm not daft, woman.&nbsp; Get whatever sorcery you have planned over with so I can get back to meditations with my two sisters before our fights."&nbsp; The elven woman said, earning a scowl from the lab technician as she tapped the syringe a couple of times to get the air out of it before slowly approaching the sorcerer and her black full grown tiger.&nbsp; It was a bit unnerving, but Giselle had to admire the human's courage considering how odd this situation was.<br><br>"No need to be rude cousin."&nbsp; Giselle said, earning a withering stare from the elven sisters that stood beside the chair as well as their eldest sister.&nbsp; That wasn't the reaction she had wanted expected exactly.&nbsp; She wasn't any elf she knew, but Azeroth wasn't known to those from Faerun and vice versa.&nbsp; Still, the crowd watched as the nurse pulled the elf's robe up enough to reveal the red headed woman's naval.&nbsp; Gently piercing the skin with pinpoint accuracy, the nurse pushed the plunger down until the syringe was empty before just as gently pulling it free.&nbsp; Helena turned to a monitor and voiced a command.&nbsp; "Activate."&nbsp; The screen flickered to life and the elven woman's name and stats appeared as well as her complete DNA profile.&nbsp; Everything from why her skin was purple to her precise weight and height, among any food allergies she might not have known about.&nbsp; Every bit of data and more was now being recorded live thanks to the nanomachines in her blood.&nbsp; They also acted as translators of every known language, and they'd learn to translate more as time wore on.&nbsp; All in all, a neat little package and a marvel of modern engineering.<br><br>Helena explained it all, and let others ask their questions as they saw fit.&nbsp; Vincent was the first.&nbsp; "Why is this needed exactly?&nbsp; From what I have seen, you have enough ways to track us with all the cameras about this place."&nbsp; It was a fair question, but he had a feeling he knew part of the answer if not all of it.&nbsp; Helena nodded as she spoke in turn, crossing her arms under her chest as she took a couple of steps forward before stopping in front of the chair as the woman got up and let her sisters proceed with the nanotech and vaccination injections.<br><br>"I developed this with the help of many others, mostly my father and a business partner of his.&nbsp; We developed all this to help track and keep people from being kidnapped and otherwise being lost.&nbsp; Also, it was made to create a way to better diagnose and help doctors treat sicknesses and other diseases, both genetic and otherwise.&nbsp; If the field tests go as well as I hope, then this will be handed off to every medical lab and hospital across the country, and then further if things go alright.&nbsp; There are no known side affects with the trials we've done already with animals and simple organisms.&nbsp; Any other questions?"&nbsp; The three sisters were already heading back out and the line was moving on.&nbsp; Kiruna was up next, unless she handed that off to another of course.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 22:55:49</strong>
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				Her ears perked up as Kiruna heard her name, yawning for a bit she looked around and saw the couple of people inside. Smirking she walked inside and felt the doors close behind her. She sat on the cold metal as she looked around, she was not really sure why she was there but she did not cared at the moment. Smiling she looked around at all the different woman with big ears and weird eyes and looked at them "Meow?". She waited to be told what to do, it would be a wild circus when they would show her the needle since she trully hated those damn things. Taking a deep breath she smirked and yawned waiting for them to indicate her where to go and where to start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 23:23:01</strong>
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				((This aught to be fun lol.))<br><br>Helena waved the neko over to the chair that had been used before and nodded for her to take a seat.&nbsp; She looked skittish, and so the restraints would have to be used for a moment for their safety as well as Kiruna's own.&nbsp; A subtle head nudge to the doctor working the computer nearby was all it took.&nbsp; "Please sit down Kiruna.&nbsp; This will only take a moment."&nbsp; The nurse explained, a soothing and gentle smile on her face as she adjusted the chair to fit the cat's body length to allow for maximum comfort.&nbsp; Once that was taken care of, the woman nodded for her to sit down.&nbsp; If she did without a fuss, hopefully the restraints wouldn't be needed when the needle was brought up before the cat's eyes.&nbsp; "Hold still please Ms. Kiruna.&nbsp; If you fight, you might end up injuring yourself should the needle break off."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 00:03:23</strong>
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				She looked at the odd looking chair and crawled to it sitting on as instructed. She looked around at the straps on her body and a coldness went through her spine as she saw the needle, "nAWWWWW". She formed a knife on one of her hands and threw it aiming at the needle but it caught a light in the corner of the room. She formed another knife and threw it and caught another person's leg. She crowled at the needle truly hating them as she continued to throw knifes left and right landing in all sorts of places and then disappearing. Shaking her head she obviously did not wanted the injection as she continued to throw knifes left and right with the hands still bound on the arms of the chair.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 00:24:20</strong>
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				Giselle, Yuna, and Vincent were at the front of the line, and thus the barrage was seen coming before nearly everyone else was able to react, Helena included despite having a front row seat to the whole thing.&nbsp; The nurse wisely ducked down out of the way of the magically appearing knives.&nbsp; Getting a sword up in time, Giselle blocked one that would have otherwise hit another bystander and ran in, Yuna and Vincent shooting others out of the air before they could hurt anyone else other than the one person that had one sticking out of his leg.&nbsp; Getting to Kiruna's side, the half Drow locked eyes with the neko and reached out with every ounce of magical power and focus she had.&nbsp; "Sleep!"&nbsp; The spell would work to put the neko out cold if she didn't push past it of course.&nbsp; Only a few people could have hoped to block her though since she was doing her damn best to diffuse this situation before it got any worse.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Acid Lips</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 00:29:16</strong>
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				She continued to trash around until a pair of eyes was in front of her, she looked at the eyes with puzzling look then she began feeling sleepy. She yawned as she continued to try and get out of there bu her strength was obviously fading away. Purring now she calmed down as she began to slowly move in and out of consciousness. Her eyes were beginning to get heavy as she finally dozed off to sleep. When she fell asleep the knifes still stuck all around the rooms just disappeared from sight in a small cloud of dust.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 00:36:28</strong>
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				((Where's all my other guys?))<br><br>Giselle sighed in relief before stumbling a bit from Kiruna's side.&nbsp; Luckily the damage had been small thanks to Yuna and Vincent's pinpoint accuracy with their chosen weaponry.&nbsp; Still, that had been too damn close considering that this neko could summon knives and the gods knew what else out of thin air.&nbsp; Turning to Helena with intense anger at her sloppy job of ensuring everyone's safety despite the fact she couldn't have known what Kiruna was capable of, Giselle fell back in line with her friends, obviously fuming over the whole incident as the nanos and the vaccines were injected through the cat's bellybutton before the restraints popped open and the blond nodded for a couple of people to carry the unconscious woman back to her room.&nbsp; Once that was taken care of, the line moved on.&nbsp; "Tyger, Cammy, and Erizen.&nbsp; Please come forward and we'll continue."&nbsp; The man that had been hit had already been sent on his way to rest and recover, his leg bandaged and already treated in the time it took for the half Drow to back away and fall back in line.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 01:46:02</strong>
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				Standing near the back of the line feeling quite apprehensive about this whole injection thing, Tyger is actually rather amused by Kiruna’s reaction. He is also quite impressed at how the others had been able to prevent anybody else from being injured by the flying blades. Stepping forward in surprise at his name being called despite there being quite a few people in line ahead of him. He smirks in amusement as he takes his set in the chair and it is adjusted for perfect comfort for him. He sets and watches as the attendants try to figure how to access his stomach through his armor. Several minutes go by and not being able to find any way of partially opening the armor and not recognizing the material it is made from they look at Helena with questioning looks. Seeing that it rather form fitting the nurse with the needle attempts to press the needle directly through the armor.<br><br>Tyger actually laughs and stops the nurse before the needle can snap. Looking over at Helena he says, “Before I allow the needle to pass my armor, you will need to answer a question of mine. It sounds like this is still in the experimental stages. Do you know how it will affect a shape shifter with an already accelerated healing? Healing to such an extent that I have not suffered from any illness in more than two centuries.” He raises his left hand showing his palm with barely visible scarring from his fight with the demon just yesterday. “When I got on you transport this hand was bleeding and oozing from burns that then had the damaged tissue removed through use of the hand. Now this morning even the scars are nearly gone. Answer my question and I will allow the injection otherwise you will have to subdue me as well and then figure out how to remove my armor.” Turning to look at Giselle with a smile on his face he says, “As you well know my friend my elven heritage makes me immune to the spell you just used on the kitten.” Looking back to Helena he continues, “I am already in the chair and you could easily activate the restraints I just witnessed, but that will not get the armor to open or come off. Also are you absolutely sure they can hold me if I don’t want to be held?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 06:15:39</strong>
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				Helena had already taken that into consideration and had a truthful answer for the shape shifting feline warrior.&nbsp; Standing in front of the man, the executive and CEO of DOA smiled coyly at the were-tiger before answering.&nbsp; "I can honestly assure you that there won't be any adverse side effects, no matter how strange or exotic your powers might be.&nbsp; The nanobots were made to be universal, meaning that no matter what you are or what you can do, they will effect you the same way as it would your friends you came with.&nbsp; All the machines do is to record and track your progress so that in case the worst should happen and you become lost, you can be easily found.&nbsp; That, and they do as I told everyone earlier, but as for affecting your ability to regenerate faster than a normal person, the nanomachines shouldn't affect you a bit.&nbsp; Now, I'm sure that if you did fight Tyger, we could easily cut your armor away with our advanced technology that makes your magical powers quite redundant."&nbsp; A tranquilizer would most likely still work, but Helena wasn't a hundred percent sure it would or not.<br><br>Giselle had to chuckle as she hid a smile behind her hand, knowing that Tyger spoke the truth since they were both elven in nature.&nbsp; Sleep spells never worked, but sleep poisons and the like would.&nbsp; Still, she didn't like the way that Helena threatened Tyger, but Helena sighed since she wouldn't force this upon the man, or any of them for that matter although keeping an eye on them would be far harder without the nanobots in place.&nbsp; "I won't force you to do this Tyger, but keeping an eye on you and your friends should you not do so will be a lot harder if you fight in another realm."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 08:27:26</strong>
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				((Night Elves! Called it before you wrote it! Is that sad?))<br><br>Erizen<br><br>Erizen's ears piqued as she heard her name called. Walking slowly over to Helena, she grinned sheepishly. "I'm just saying... but I don't do needles... so I'm just gonna..." She readied herself by covering her eyes and turning her head as the nurse pushed the needle into her skin. Her face visibly contorted at the feeling of the needle going in. She started mumbling something softly, and as soon as the needle came out, she exhaled. "Good. That's done with." She joined the line with a nod.<br><br>"Needles? You hate needles?" Emma muttered as she walked past. Erizen only blushed, shrugging. Emma was called a few moments later, after some of the others had gone.<br><br>Emma<br><br>Emma took a seat on the chair as the nurse prepared a syringe for her. She knew exactly what was going to happen, but decided to get a chuckle out of everyone. The nurse pressed the needle to her arm, the steel hypodermic snapping at the base. She chuckled, Erizen doing so along with her. The woman stared at the needless needle with a look of mixed confusion and surprise. She wasn't <em>wearing</em> armor like Tyger was. That was her skin. The nurse turned to Helena with the needle, almost as if asking what to do, Emma just kept her seat, grinning.<br><br>Jake had not been able to extract a blood sample from Emma without slicing her arm open with a broadsword, so the means in which this injection was going to happen should prove equally entertaining.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 08:38:30</strong>
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				Leaning back in the chair Tyger says, “That’s all I wanted, an answer to my question. I really don’t like the idea of getting an injection, but I guess I can do it. I didn’t say it would be impossible to get past my armor, just that it wouldn’t be easy without my compliance. I don’t think I’ll watch the needle though.” He leans his head back and closes his eyes as a circle of about three inches in diameter just opens up in his armor exposing his naval and a small portion of his washboard abbs. The nurse inserts the needle and depresses the plunger. When he feels the needle slide back out of his flesh he opens his eyes and looks at the monitors and all the information that is meaningless to him. His armor closes back up and he asks, “So, is everything alright with me?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Grunt777</strong> on <strong>03-04-2011, 08:50:40</strong>
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				The ninja stared as the spectacle unfolded.&nbsp; Why did she need all this information?&nbsp; There was NO medical research that took full advantage of your entire genetic make up, at least not yet.&nbsp; Ryu scowled, dark thoughts running through his mind.&nbsp; "There's something amiss here."&nbsp; He finally folded into the line.&nbsp; He watched as some of the contestants fought about this happening, and in a way he couldn't blame them.&nbsp; Not every creature had the same tech level as Earth Prime.&nbsp; Then again, many had much more advanced, and scoffed at it as a joke.&nbsp; He had already thought this plan through however, and was not afraid of the consequences should the injection go awry.&nbsp; He had an ace up his sleeve, just like he always did.&nbsp; It was all just a question of putting it into play when the cards fell right. <br><br>He took another step forward, moving through his line slowly but surely.&nbsp; His eyes continued to blaze that fierce green.&nbsp; He had to get all free thoughts out of the way.&nbsp; If they could monitor that, there was a good probability they could have an idea of what he was thinking.&nbsp; After this was done and he had rid himself of the Nanotech, he would have to destroy this information.&nbsp; He knew that he wouldn't have a chance at this alone, and completed an entire exit strategy in his head.&nbsp; He couldn't contact anyone yet, because that would give him away.&nbsp; Shortly before his injection, he sent a quick message to Sonia, merely stating, "Ceasing communications until future notice."&nbsp; He removed the battery and crushed the phone in his pocket, so that no one might try to dig through it further.&nbsp; As the needle slid through his skin, he began to draw a blank in his mind.&nbsp; He would now have to rely on his impulses until it came time to fight.&nbsp; He was in a state of total Zen.&nbsp; Perfectly in the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>"Food," was the first thing he said as he finished, and sat down after that, eyes vacantly moving over all the other contestants.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 04:25:52</strong>
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				((No need to leave a blank mind there Grunt.&nbsp; I won't be reading anyone's mind through the nanobots.&nbsp; I have much more creative things in mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;&gt;:)&nbsp; ))<br><br>Emma was forced to double back since the fact her skin was armor plated in a sense, that it forced Helena to think outside the box to figure out a way to make it work.&nbsp; Giselle and Yuna both couldn't help but suppress a giggle at the reactions that were shared between the nurse and the blond, Vincent however idly stood by and didn't react at all, at least not openly.&nbsp; He felt something was amiss here as well, but maybe it was his old paranoia when it came to injections and...certain alien organisms that had tried to destroy Earth as he knew it.&nbsp; Jenovah and her brood were not ones to be trifled with, that the gunslinger knew from first hand experience, and he had a bad feeling this was similar in a way to what Dr. Hojo had done in the past.&nbsp; There was truly nothing to worry about this time, at least as far as being transformed into a puppet and a monster after the Jenovah cells mutated and grew enough anyway.&nbsp; Helena might have been forced into this but she had made sure that this part at least was....for the most part, completely as it seemed, a genuine worry for the safety of the fighters.&nbsp; "For anyone concerned, the machines cannot do anything more than what I have told you all.&nbsp; I assure you that as soon as you leave this Island, they shall deactivate most of their functions such as their tracking and sensors unless you should make a repeat appearance here if this Tournament is held again."&nbsp; Helena declared, looking at Ryu as if she truly had read his mind.&nbsp; He'd be able to tell if she was lying at all, and so far she had not told a single one.&nbsp; She hadn't told the whole truth yet but she was under strict orders not to.&nbsp; Of course, Guildenstern couldn't be everywhere or his many eyes he had on her couldn't always be open either....<br><br>Giselle looked to Emma who she had shared the night with...in a sense, and smiled since she figured she could find a way if the Witch was willing to have the injection of course.&nbsp; Sitting down behind the ninja, Yuna shivered a bit as he passed her by, feeling something for the mysterious man that wasn't too far off from love.&nbsp; She wouldn't test herself needlessly though and risk breaking her vows to Tidus...provided she ever saw him again of course.&nbsp; For now, she closed her mix matched eyes as the nurse injected her as well before rising a moment later, seeing her own stats pop up on the monitor.&nbsp; Something didn't feel right about this, but it was too late to turn back now.&nbsp; Vincent followed and pulled his shirt aside after opening his coat up.&nbsp; "Get it over with."&nbsp; He said, and the nurse couldn't help but sigh since the three Night Elves had set her in a bad mood as had Emma's armored skin, although that hadn't really been her fault....sort of.&nbsp; Finishing up the man a moment later, it was the half Drow's turn.<br><br>Sitting down, Giselle looked to Emma and nodded as she pulled her mithril chainmail armor shirt up and looked to the woman doing the injections.&nbsp; "Please, go ahead and do what you must.&nbsp; I am unafraid unlike some of my companions.&nbsp; However, I will say that if I find that there is a reason to fear this later, I will be coming for you Helena."&nbsp; Giselle finished as she turned to the blond, her brown eyes narrowing to dangerous slits, the metal stud in her bellybutton revealed but the half Drow didn't really care as she watched the woman shrug since it didn't bother her that the warrior was threatening her boss.&nbsp; Things were too weird without provoking anyone further.&nbsp; Pulling the needle free a moment later, the nurse nodded and Giselle rose, putting herself back to order before standing by the Witch again.&nbsp; "So, I figure that you need a fresh wound for this to work.&nbsp; Shall I do the honors Emma?"&nbsp; The half Drow chuckled, smiling as she pulled Twinkle partially out of its sheath to empathize her point.<br><br>((Was hoping to finish the solo scene between us Xeno but it's cool if it's not working out for ya or something.&nbsp; Just say if there's a problem though is all I ask.&nbsp; And no, it's not sad at all Xeno lol.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>04-04-2011, 10:33:01</strong>
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				She stood cross armed in the crowd of other warriors as the companions she arrived with were called up one by one.&nbsp; Terra grumbled under her breath quietly about the earliness of the time and a few people surrounding her agreed.&nbsp; It was bad enough when her sleep was interrupted by whatever had projected Helena's voice through her room but to actually have to leave that heavenly bed was torture.&nbsp; She had little reaction to the cat-girls magical knives and smiled softly as Tyger posed his question to Helena.&nbsp; Terra chuckled as the needle broke on Emma's skin and was surprised to see the abrasive woman show fear.&nbsp; As her name was called she stepped up slowly ignoring the seat offered to her by the woman with the needle and went to stand directly behind Helena.<br><br>"We have a problem."&nbsp; She waited to see if the woman would turn at her words before continuing.&nbsp; "Other than the fact you believe it is alright to wake me so early in the morning that is, 'wishing' me to come here when I am well aware it is an order."&nbsp; She paused giving the woman a hard look letting her complete agitation show upon her face before she started again.&nbsp; "I won't be taking your injection."&nbsp; She said the words flatly without emotion.&nbsp; Terra was not the most pleasant person in the morning and it was showing dramatically but, for once, she did not care remotely what the others made of her actions.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 10:00:49</strong>
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				Having gotten his answer and his injection Tyger waits for his companions to finish, especially Terra. He watches with interest when he hears Terra’s name called. When she moves not to the chair but behind Helena he begins to worry and starts edging closer. He sympathizes with her about being awakened early although he had already been awake. When she flat out refuses to accept the injection he moves quickly back into the room and to Terra’s side. Placing his hand on her shoulder he addresses Helena, “If you truly do not require us to take the injection, then why even bother to threaten me. Also why was Kiruna not simply released when she became so violently opposed to receiving the injection?”<br><br>Leaning in so close to Terra’s ear Tyger’s lips actually brush lightly against it as he whispers just loud enough for her to hear, “Let me share another secret with you. I only accepted the injection for you. Last night was truly wonderful, but what would it have been like if we did not speak the same language? We are from different worlds and I’m sure our languages are very different. Giselle has a spell that allows for communication which I’m sure she used on us all when we first gathered, but her spell will be wearing off sometime today. I took the injection for the translation power, so that we can share more nights like last night without language being a barrier. I did it so I will always be able to understand your words. If you don’t take it won’t be long before you won’t be able to understand me though.” He kisses her gently on the cheek and says quietly but well above a whisper, “The decision is yours and I will stand by you no matter what you decide.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 13:07:22</strong>
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				The bad mood that clouded Terra's mind dissipated to a great extent as Tyger touched her shoulder and addressed Helena.&nbsp; Goosebumps appeared on her neck and traveled down her arms as his lips lightly brushed her ear as he whispered to her.&nbsp; She tilted her head slightly towards him as he spoke, unaware of the natural intimacy of the gesture, to give his words more privacy from others in the room.&nbsp; Despite her best efforts to hang on to her bad mood it slipped between her fingers as he gently kissed her cheek and a soft smile spread across Terra's face before she turned her head further to catch Tyger's eye.&nbsp; She spoke softly so her words would not be over heard.&nbsp; "Forgive me, dear Jungle-Cat, I had not thought of such a thing."<br><br>She glared at Helena a moment before moving towards the woman holding a needle and sat down in her designated chair adjusting Ragnarök automatically.&nbsp; She glanced at Tyger a moment before locking eyes with the nurse.&nbsp; "I suppose you should inject me quickly before I change my mind."&nbsp; As the nurse moved forward she let her eyes slipped to Tyger once more giving him another soft smile to let him know she would not have actually changed her mind.&nbsp; She would happily do for him what he had willingly done for her even if Terra's instincts fought against the idea and she felt nothing but distrust for the other blonde woman.&nbsp; She felt no pain as the needle went into her skin but hissed lightly as the woman pressed the syringe down.&nbsp; Terra glared at the nurse as the need to show agitation reared its ugly head once more, but the nurse ignored her and checked something on a screen similar to the moving painting that had been on the transport that brought them here.&nbsp; The young woman felt more grumpy at this missed opportunity to make the other woman cower.&nbsp; She truly was not a morning person.&nbsp; Terra rolled her eyes and left the chair to return to her previous spot near Helena.<br><br>"I am very much interested in your answer to Tyger's question.&nbsp; If it is not required as you imply, but never truly state, why go through such great lengths to assure that it is done?"&nbsp; She tried not to think of what exactly they had injected her with because it made her nervous.&nbsp; Something that could record every movement she made did not sit well with her, especially since Helena insisted it had little to do with magic.&nbsp; Terra had a great comfortable knowledge of magic and no matter Helena's assurances of safety, Terra much agreed with Giselle's assessment of the situation.&nbsp; If for any reason there were side affects, Helena would not live to see many days after they were discovered.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 18:52:32</strong>
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				Helena was not getting along with these people and she knew it, but her own pride dictated she not back down since she had been one of the strongest fighters this world had ever seen back in her younger days....and before the ticking time bomb in her head was found, making it a bad idea to continue fighting and nigh impossible anyway due to health issues that started soon afterward.&nbsp; Crippling headaches the least of her concern, the former DOA champion crossed her arms over her chest as she glared between Terra and Tyger, and then Giselle given the threats she had started and were now apparently spreading to the others she had came with.&nbsp; "To put it simply, I'm covering my ass.&nbsp; The last thing I need on top of my five year expiration date due to my brain cancer is an inter-dimensional war between any of your worlds.&nbsp; I know that a few of you can come and go into other 'planes of existences' if you will, at will, and others could develop the technology to punch a hole to another realm much like I've done already.&nbsp; If any of you were to go missing or wind up dead during this Tournament, I wanted a way to make it very clear that I wasn't at fault.&nbsp; Are you happy with that answer or should I just send you home now and get this whole song and dance over with?"<br><br>Vincent was the one to respond first, and he merely locked eyes with Helena as he crossed his arms over his own chest and shook his head once before saying anything aloud.&nbsp; "You fear war, yet you called us all here anyway.&nbsp; What is it that you're really truly after?&nbsp; You don't go to all this effort just to have us fight for no reason other than your personal amusement and to test out a few new toys."&nbsp; It was the most he had said since his arrival yesterday, and everyone around him had to agree with the man's assessment.&nbsp; When Vincent spoke, others listened.&nbsp; It was also the last place Helena had expected to hear anything that went close to the truth than anyone had yet.&nbsp; She couldn't answer him....she couldn't answer that question at all without fear of being heard by Guildenstern or one of his pets.&nbsp; She'd only talk to Ryu, and only in a spot of her choosing and she'd hope that he'd be able to help her before it was too late to do so.&nbsp; For now, it was time to begin.&nbsp; "That....is one question I cannot answer now.&nbsp; I'm sorry....&nbsp; For now, it's time for the fights to commence."<br><br>Turning to the computer screen, the image changed from Terra's stats since she had been the last one to be tagged to the dozens of fighters that had been registered in the DOA system computers.&nbsp; Their faces quickly switched over and over again until two popped up on either side of the screen.&nbsp; Smiling to herself at the results, it was clear who would be the first ones to fight as the same picture was displayed in every monitor on the Island at the same time that an announcement came online from a computer generated voice.&nbsp; <strong>Will Allure, the Desire Demon, and Tyger, the Were-Tiger, please report to Arena 21?&nbsp; I repeat, will....</strong>&nbsp; The demon in question appeared in the Medical Lab in a flash of purple light, appearing in the midst of the crowd who immediately backed away as 'she', because there was no other way to really describe the thing, approached the man in question, a sultry smile on her beautiful but clearly demonic face.&nbsp; When she spoke, she didn't have the gravelly tones that Abyssal demons, or demons from the Fade as she was, possessed normally, but rather a voice that seemed soft and sensual to the ears, promising many things but she wouldn't pay up...unless you valued illusions over the real thing.&nbsp; "Summoned from the Fade to fight in this...Tournament, I have come.&nbsp; I am not disappointed in what I see before me, but surely you would not hurt one that can grant anything you could ever desire?"&nbsp; She purred, walking away before a reply could be had....here at any rate.&nbsp; Giselle didn't like this setup at all, that much was clear as she looked at the Fade born Desire Demon as she disappeared again.<br><br>"Arena 21 is a desolate temple Tyger.&nbsp; A portal is prepared in the main hall for your use.&nbsp; Good luck, you're going to need it since Allure as she likes to be called has managed to twist the minds of several of my most loyal guards in the time she's been here."&nbsp; Helena warned, nodding for him to move on before it was considered an automatic forfeit if he didn't get there in time before the portal shut.&nbsp; He had five minutes.&nbsp; Turning to the rest of the crowd, Helena raised her voice to be heard by everyone else.&nbsp; "The fight will be broadcast on every monitor and television in this mansion.&nbsp; Pick a spot and prepare for your own bouts.&nbsp; Seven fights will be held, time willing, a day.&nbsp; You can be called at any time, at any place on my home.&nbsp; For now, I wish you luck in whatever happens here."&nbsp; Walking away to her room to monitor how things went.&nbsp; Giselle wanted to slay that bitch for how things had just been stacked against Tyger.<br><br>"Tyger, before you go."&nbsp; Taking off the pendant around her neck, Giselle held out the silver unicorn's head on its matching silver chain out to the Were-Tiger.&nbsp; "I don't know what that thing can do, but it sounds similar to a succubus.&nbsp; If that's the case, I beg and implore you not to give into whatever she tries to offer you.&nbsp; Keep this with you, but I expect it back after you're done tearing that thing a new asshole."&nbsp; She said, hoping Tyger made it back at all...and as he was now if what Helena said was true of the thing.<br><br>((Anyone that hasn't had it, can they please hurry and do so before your name is called to fight?&nbsp; Thanks!&nbsp; Also, here's a little info to help you out Elf.<br><br>http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Desire_Demon (http://dragonage.wikia.com/wiki/Desire_Demon)))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>05-04-2011, 21:53:16</strong>
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				Terra hid the worry she felt fairly well from her face as Tyger's face came upon the screen though her look hardened towards Helena.&nbsp; She said the battles would be completely random but Terra found it hard to believe one of the people that had opposed Helena so openly was one of the first ones up.&nbsp; She watched the other opponent appear and a low growl started in her throat and she cut it off quickly.&nbsp; She watched quietly as Giselle gifted a strange necklace to Tyger.&nbsp; The woman felt in her own pockets for a moment reaching for a small green gem and slipped it quickly into Tyger's hand.&nbsp; She did not want to part with the magicite but neither she want to part with him, so she would help him.&nbsp; <br><br>"This is from my world... if you should have need of it, put it in your hand and think of me."&nbsp; She paused a moment trying to determine what more she should tell him in what little time she had.&nbsp; "Something close to the beasts that appear to Yuna will appear and cast a wall of protection around you."&nbsp; Terra fought with herself on casting her own magical protection on him but she knew it would not be allowed and thanks to the lovely injection, she had agreed to, Helena would know exactly what she cast.&nbsp; Terra looked a moment where the demon had disappeared and fought a wave of nerves.&nbsp; She did not like the demon's words and implications and Giselle's comparison to a succubus made her skin crawl.&nbsp; Her hand fell from Tyger's and her arms crossed above her chest ready to watch him go with an unreadable face.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 19:31:14</strong>
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				Tyger’s attention is drawn to one of the monitors when the announcement comes on somehow he is not surprised that his is to be in the very first match. When the demon appears and appraises as him as if looking at a piece of meat he merely stares at her through his cool charcoal eyes showing absolutely no emotion at all.&nbsp; He completely ignores Helena, but does hear her words describing the arena and the rules.<br><br>When Giselle speaks and offers her necklace Tyger smiles which reach his eyes even as they remain their gray hue. He takes the offered gift but reaches out and places it back around her neck. “I cannot accept something that you may need to protect yourself. You may be called to your first match before mine is complete. I’m not defenseless, my friend.”<br><br>As Terra presses her gift into his hand Tyger squeezes her hand affectionately but does not take the offering. As he gazes into her indigo eyes his change to their violet color. “You are much too precious to me to leave you without all of your defenses. Keep it for your own use should you need it. That things promise of giving me my greatest desire is just a lie and can only be given through illusion, which cannot compare to reality. My greatest desire is standing before me NOW, and knowing that you are here waiting for my return is all the defense I need against her worst forms of attack.” He turns to leave but suddenly stops and turns back to her. He takes her into his arms and pulls her body against his and presses his lips to hers in a deep kiss.<br><br>&nbsp;Breaking the kiss and reluctantly the embrace Tyger turns and strides out of the room. He stops before the portal leading to arena 21 and looks at the nearby monitor which is showing his destination. He studies his battle field as best he can through the screen and ticks off time in his head. When there is only seconds left before his five minutes are up his armor goes into full combat mode leaving only his eyes uncovered and he steps into the portal. He steps out the other side of the portal onto the temple grounds completely unaffected by the disorientating affect of travelling through the portal as it is not much different than the affect of passing through shadows as he has for a very long time. Wasting no time he immediately moves off to the side and virtually vanishes into the shadows as the portal closes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>06-04-2011, 21:26:46</strong>
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				<div align="center">Round 1.&nbsp; Tyger vs Allure.</div><br>((NPC fights don't require the system but I still don't allow auto-hits for the most part.&nbsp; Otherwise, go nuts guys and gals.))<br><br><div align="center">Medical Labs on DOA Island.&nbsp; Will move to the Dining Hall for an early breakfast and to watch the fight.&nbsp; 7;25 A.M.</div><br>Giselle was a little shocked that Tyger didn't wish her necklace.&nbsp; It didn't have any magical properties to it but it would have still protected him by reminding him of who he was and who he had to come back to, hopefully as he was now before going to take that thing apart.&nbsp; Still, she nodded solemnly as he gave it back, understanding he needed to do this on his own terms.&nbsp; The fact that Allure had been paired first against Tyger didn't miss Giselle's mind either if what Helena said was true about her guards turning on her because of that thing.&nbsp; Seeing him kiss Terra did make the half Drow's heart clench up in a fit of jealousy despite the fact she had never laid claim to the mysterious warrior.&nbsp; She wouldn't step in now, and besides, Giselle had had bad times with men in the past.&nbsp; But....she felt for Tyger, but not as she had with her second elven lover until he found out she was a Drow.&nbsp; That was a story for another time and place though.&nbsp; "Very well Tyger.&nbsp; May Meilikki be with you." She whispered, watching him go on to fight against Allure the Desire Demon.&nbsp; This was not going to be good if he came back and Allure had taken him over or anything like that.&nbsp; Oh well, she'd deal with that when that bridge was crossed, if it was anyway.&nbsp; For now, she silently went off to the Dining Hall, not really hungry but needing time to think as Yuna glared at Helena who had already brushed past without a word to her own chambers most likely.&nbsp; Vincent had left some time ago to the Dining Hall already, and by the time Giselle had gotten there with Yuna in tow, it was clear that the gunslinger's eyes were riveted to the monitor as he sat with his legs up on the table and the chair a bit sideways, his metal hand resting on his lap as the other handled a glass of wine.<br><br>Sitting down without a word across from Vincent, Yuna and Giselle also couldn't take their eyes off the screen, Giselle never getting used to the technology this world possessed.&nbsp; Yuna wasn't so awed but it was still clear she was hoping and praying that Tyger made it back in one piece.&nbsp; Vincent just didn't seem to care as he idly sipped at the contents in his glass, but if someone were to look closely into his red eyes, they'd see the same worry though in a far lesser degree than Giselle's own brown orbs.&nbsp; "Kick her ass Tyger.&nbsp; If you don't and you come back...changed, I don't know what I'll do."&nbsp; Yuna heard Giselle's fervent prayer and worry and couldn't decide what to do to aid the woman or to ease her nerves.&nbsp; This was out of her league a bit since demons were unheard of.&nbsp; There was a classification of Fiends that were called demons sure, but they were mindless brutes compared to Allure who just outright terrified the former summoner.&nbsp; Thank Yevon she hadn't been paired against that thing.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><div align="center">Arena 21.&nbsp; Temple Grounds.&nbsp; Unknown World and Realm.&nbsp; 7;30 A.M.</div><br>Allure stood in the center of the stone temple under a dark orange sky.&nbsp; She didn't recognize this place, but the purple eyed demoness knew that Tyger, her opponent, was close.&nbsp; If she could possess the man, unaware he was essentially already possessed, she would gain far more power than what she had already.&nbsp; For now, she had to wear down his resistance to her charms first.&nbsp; If overpowered, Allure had other tricks to employ but for now she concentrated on trying to find her opponent first.&nbsp; Examining her surroundings, the Fade creature found she liked this place since it reminded her of some of the temples and sacred grounds back home in Feraldan as well as the Fade she came from in that it was deserted and massive to boot.&nbsp; Several floors, both higher and lower than the one they were on, was evident from a circular pit to the east, and a spiral staircase to the right leading to a single tower in the sky.&nbsp; Whatever this place had been, it had been beautiful once, a fact Allure could appreciate despite her nature.&nbsp; Smiling evilly to herself as she saw one of the many veiwing devices scattered about the grounds, the 'woman' bowed before the camera before turning away and walking towards the pit, the sun in her face but her eyes were not affected by the light.&nbsp; Beyond the temple walls, she could see a forest that spanned in every direction, although the wall looked unclimbable since it was perfectly smooth.&nbsp; Waving her clawed hand before her face, Allure turned her purple eyes and smiled as she felt Tyger use magic.<br><br>She wasn't about to let him know she knew what he had done.&nbsp; Instead, it was time to get to work, she figured as her alluring voice echoed across the empty grounds although she didn't seem to be yelling at all, rather speaking calmly and....if such a word could be used for the Desire Demon, seductively, promising everything that a man or woman could ever wish....with strings attached.&nbsp; "Why do you fight, Were-Tiger?&nbsp; You are not loved by your own people, yet you choose to stand against me, who can give you everything you could ever want.&nbsp; Acceptance, a place to call your own, respect for the good deeds you do, and someone that will love and cherish you for all time.&nbsp; What has the peoples of your world done for you to earn your sword?&nbsp; Come to me, and I can set it all right."&nbsp; She purred, trying to draw the man out.&nbsp; If he came swinging, he'd find a far more formidable force than he would be expecting from such an exotic beauty, but she wasn't aware of what he was capable of either.&nbsp; There was something far stranger about this man than she was used to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 04:33:18</strong>
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				Erizen<br><br>Erizen had taken her shot and buggered off to her room until the first match was called. The kitty ninja and a cute demon girl. Erizen sized up both combatants as she watched the opening, figuring out who to put her money on, if they were betting. Looking around the arena, she noticed Helena watching the fight from above, and a good chunk of people watching from the televisions and live from the sidelines. This would be a perfect opportunity to look around the facility until her turn came to fight.<br><br>Emma<br><br>Emma sized up Giselle's offer, and if this was truely the only way to get this injection over with, she couldn't think of anyone she'd rather have do it. "Yea... yea go ahead." She held her arm out as the Drow held the weapon at a ready. It was at that point when the announcement rang out. Tyger and a Desire Demon? It was almost like every single one of Jake's video games had come to life, and they'd have to tear them all apart. Her mind drifted to who she'd have to fight, be it Cammy? Or maybe Vincent? Or could it be... Giselle? After last night, she'd hate it to be Giselle. She hadn't even noticed Giselle pierce her skin with the sharp implement, and a nurse inject her with the nanobots. She gave Giselle a smile, not betraying her thoughts. "Thank you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Major Major</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 04:49:33</strong>
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				Cammy idly rubbed her arm, trying to ignore the soreness as she watched the first fight with an academic interest. "Hmmmn." she mumbled, as at the same time she began to also work out the crossword puzzle that had been in this morning's newspaper. It was a simple exercise, but one that kept her mind supple and limber. She took the time to take note of techniques that might suit being folded into her style of martial arts; she was a pragmatist in that respect.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 04:56:19</strong>
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				Giselle had helped Emma with the nanobot injection before she had disappeared into the dining hall with a heavy weight on her heart.&nbsp; She knew the risks, as did everyone else, but to have Tyger up against such a dangerous opponent already in the first round made Giselle worry.&nbsp; A Desire Demon....such a thing didn't exist in Faerun, but they weren't in Faerun anymore.&nbsp; That was the problem however since the unknown made the half Drow uneasy.&nbsp; Looking to the people she was sitting with, both Yuna and Vincent seemed too preoccupied with the fight to pay her any mind.&nbsp; She sighed and turned her gaze to the screen that stood before the long oak table that was being filled with other contestants as well as food being served for their leisure and pleasure.&nbsp; Giselle had no interest in the food, her gut in knots.&nbsp; She hoped Emma would join her here before too long or she'd go nuts with no one to talk to as bets were already being made between a few of the fighters and even a few of the guards if her sensitive ears didn't deceive her.<br><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Helena was in her office, monitoring events with the usual team of scientists on the fourth floor of her estate.&nbsp; No one was wandering about yet, but she had a feeling that would change.&nbsp; There were secrets best left undisturbed considering Guildenstern and his growing horde of Genma below the mansion were inhabiting the caves beneath.&nbsp; She hoped someone would discover the mad fiend's desires but at the same time she doubted they'd be able to stop him considering they were invincible to conventional weaponry.&nbsp; Either way, no matter what happened, Helena planned to survive the fallout.&nbsp; Still, it helped that there were cameras positioned over many of the secret entrances to the caves below.&nbsp; The only ones that weren't heavily monitored were the ones outside on the western cliffs that rose out of the ocean and another in the basement behind a dozen or so boxes.&nbsp; The one that was by the sea was hard to get to considering the tide covered up the entrance, but the one in the basement was another matter since it was a very well concealed fake wall with a simple brick that had to be pressed in.&nbsp; Only elven eyes could hope to find it, or so the running joke was now said anyway.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 09:40:18</strong>
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				Most of the tension in Terra's body left at Tyger's reassurance for she believed every one of his words and she wanted to insist that he take the magicite but found she could not really speak after his eyes change from charcoal to purple when the looked into hers.&nbsp; She sighed lightly when he turned to go wishing she knew something to say but he turned, embraced her tightly, and kissed her deeply saying everything that needed to be said.&nbsp; Her body matched his reluctance in releasing her but she gave him one last small smile before he turned and left the room without a word.&nbsp; Tension returned in the back of her neck as she lost sight of him and she looked around awkwardly in the room at the other contestants assembled for a moment blushing slightly.&nbsp; Private moments and kisses on the cheek seemed natural to Terra but to make their relationship known to everyone was a foreign idea to her.&nbsp; She cleared her throat nervously hoping no one minded their actions.&nbsp; The young woman turned and followed Giselle out the door Tyger had left from just a few moments before.<br><br>She continued to follow her for no particular reason pausing in the main hall a moment to watch Tyger standing before the flat discs that pulled people places.&nbsp; Portals?&nbsp; Was that what Helena had called it?&nbsp; She tore her eyes away from him and continued following the Drow who lead her to what appeared to be a dinning hall of some sort.&nbsp; Terra busied herself, to keep her thoughts from wandering, looking at the food not knowing what most of the things about her were.&nbsp; She picked out something that appeared to be a fruit, of some sort, and bit into it though the last thing she wanted to do was eat.&nbsp; The young woman walked over to the small group of some of the people she had arrived with and stood next to them listening to the demon's words.&nbsp; A low growl escaped her before she bit into her fruit and took the seat next to Giselle, hoping she would not mind.&nbsp; For some strange reason she felt a spark of camaraderie with the woman since she had offered assistance to Tyger.<br><br>She looked around for the others they had arrived with for this group decidedly needed a buffer.&nbsp; The abrasive woman would do well with her seeming lack of caring.&nbsp; Or Emma with that disguised soft heart of hers.&nbsp; Terra's eyes drifted to Yuna wondering why she was not playing more of a happy, cheering Tyger on role with all the bubbly happiness she seemed to carry.&nbsp; "Is it sad to believe that I hate that thing because she's purple like his armor?"&nbsp; Terra said the comment off handedly hoping someone would pick up the conversation to dissipate the tension building up again in her muscles.&nbsp; She kept her eyes glued to the screen though, waiting to see what would happen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 20:45:25</strong>
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				The only magic Tyger used upon entering the arena was to feel all the shadows of the place to better learn his battlefield. His disappearance into the shadows had simply been the use of his skills and natural abilities at stealth from being a ninja, half elf, and a cat. He listens to Allures words and using the natural acoustics of the ancient temple he laughs and it echoes through building as if coming from all directions at once. “What does a creature like even know of love? I fight today because this is a competition of combat abilities. I fight you not only because you are my assigned opponent, but because evil is abhorrent to my nature and I can sense your evil nature like some stench issuing from deep within you.”<br><br>Moving silently and unseen through the shadows Tyger takes up a different position just encase his voice was giving away his location. “What you offer are lies and illusion and nothing more. I would rather live an unpleasant reality than a pleasurable lie. Your promises are given for only one purpose: you want to lower the resistance of your targets so you can slip in and pose them making them your slave or puppet.” Stepping out of the shadows directly behind the desire demon with his hands held out away from his body fingers open and palm out he looks at the her as his ninja hood and mask vanish and says, “I am wide open. Let’s skip the foreplay. If you think your will is stronger than mine than take me now. Be warned though if my will proves stronger, I will destroy you.” With that he opens his mind to let her in. Deep in his subconscious something stirs in the shadows sensing a chance at freedom.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>07-04-2011, 21:23:48</strong>
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				((That might not have been the best idea lol.))<br><br>Hearing the were-tiger shout but unable to find where his voice was coming from due to the way sound traveled in this temple, Allure kept her cool as she turned around just in time to see the man slip out of the shadows and stand before her, openly inviting him to possess him it seemed.&nbsp; A foolish error, one that would cost him everything if she managed to overpower him.&nbsp; "Is it evil to offer an illusion that wipes away the pain and suffering men endure?&nbsp; Is it evil to give them whatever they most desire so that they might be at peace?&nbsp; My magic might be based in illusions at best, but that doesn't mean that I can't make it real as well.&nbsp; I have conquered many mages, soldiers, and commoners alike over the years and gave them what they wished in the process.&nbsp; While I might have been banished back to the Fade each time, they were happy living in the illusions I can craft with but a wave of my hand.&nbsp; Tell me again that I am evil and I'll say you are simply closed minded."&nbsp; The way she said it made it sound like a reasonable argument, a simple debate of morals nothing more.&nbsp; Still, Tyger was right about her being evil as she approached slowly, her hips swaying back and forth as her barely contained breasts bounced with every soft step.<br><br>When she stood before Tyger, the Desire Demon looked deep into the man's eyes with her own purple orbs that seemed to smolder and flare up on occasion as a hand went to caress his face.&nbsp; "You are a fool however, to openly invite me to possess you.&nbsp; Once I'm inside a man or woman, I take command while their minds are locked away in an illusion of their choosing.&nbsp; Already I can tell what it is you wish even if you think you already have it with Terra, a woman, a creature much like myself from another world.&nbsp; Your thoughts give you away, but do not worry, your time with her shall be yours to remember and cherish for all eternity."&nbsp; She whispered into Tyger's ear before putting a hand to his chest and letting her lips brush across his own before she simply faded into the warrior before her in a haze of black smoke.&nbsp; Already she was working to do exactly what she had said she would, and that was to seal away what made Tyger, himself in an illusion of being with Terra, raising a family, the whole nine yards.&nbsp; It would feel real, taste, smell, everything would seem real unless he broke free and saw the cracks for what they were.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 03:20:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>The Illusion</strong></div><br>The morning sun peeked through the window giving Terra’s body a soft glow as she slept.&nbsp; She curled closer to the body next to her, as naturally as she breathed, trying to reclaim sleep but as it slipped through her hands she gave a little sigh of discontent.&nbsp; When her indigo eyes fluttered open to rest upon the naked man’s face beside her, another sigh escaped though this one was of udder happiness.&nbsp; The small smile reserved specifically for him crested her face before she leaned up slowly to give him a feather light kiss that was exactly as their first kiss had been.&nbsp; “Good morning, my heart.”&nbsp; She whispered the words against his lips before giving him a longer kiss, pouring her emotions into him, letting him feel how content and satisfied he made her feel.&nbsp; &nbsp;“My Jungle-Cat.”&nbsp; The pet name hinted at possession but was full of love and promised a caress that she happily gave by slowly reaching a hand up to run her fingers across his cheek.&nbsp; She smiled at the ritual that had occurred every morning since they had been married before settling her head back down upon his chest listening intently at his calming heart beat.<br><br>“Thanks for not getting out of bed earlier this morning as you normally do.&nbsp; Those nifty ninja skill don’t keep you from waking me when you try like yesterday.”&nbsp; She kissed his chest just above his heart beat.&nbsp; “Though sometimes, it is hard to be grumpy with you when you choose to make it up to me in such delightful ways.”&nbsp; She smiled suggestively knowing the passionate memories that would be flooding his mind in waves.&nbsp; “Especially like yesterday.&nbsp; You would think making it hard for my muscles to work well enough for me to walk would have the opposite affect you were aiming for.”&nbsp; She kissed his chest again before sitting up and stretching in a very cat-like manner having picked up some of Tyger’s small habits over the years.<br><br>Terra pulled a sheet up to Tyger’s waist before crawling to the edge of the bed slowly as if she did not truly want to get out of bed but stood to walk over to the large wardrobe they shared.&nbsp; She reached in and pulled out his favorite shirt and slipped it over her head easily to cover her own nudity.&nbsp; The shirt barely reached her thighs and she pulled her hair up and out of the collar to hang across her right shoulder before lifting the front of the shirt to take a deep breath smelling it while keeping her eyes on Tyger.&nbsp; “Smells like you, Jungle-Cat.&nbsp; You and home.”&nbsp; She gave him her small smile before turning to the door and opening it to leave.&nbsp; “I’ll be back with breakfast, wait here for me?”&nbsp; There was a small plead in her voice begging him to stay that let him know how sad she would be if he left before she returned.&nbsp; Without really waiting for an answer she turned and walked down the hall to the kitchen.<br><br>A small whirlwind ran past Terra squealing in pleasure as it jumped up into the bed.&nbsp; “Daddy look at what mother taught me!&nbsp; I practiced all night!”&nbsp; The little blonde girl that sat on the edge of the bed moved up to sit in Tyger’s lap holding a delicate yellow flower.&nbsp; “I know, I know, I should have been sleeping but watch.”&nbsp; The little girl concentrated on the flower scrunching up her face until it started to pink lightly.&nbsp; From her fingertips a small frost spread up the stem until it covered the petals of the flower and the little girl looked brightly up at her father to see his reaction.&nbsp; The young four-year olds eyes were a perfect mixture of her parents consistently shifting in color slowly between indigo and violet and back again, so slow it was almost unnoticeable, and right now they were full of hope for her father’s approval.&nbsp; The little girl gave a surprise start before concentrating quickly on the flower and the frost slowly dissipated until it was gone.&nbsp; She looked back at her father with a small smile not far from her mothers.&nbsp; “Mother says I’m not supposed to let this flower die…”&nbsp; The little girl looks down at her toes in a moment of shame.&nbsp; “She says I destroyed too many of her favorites when practicing with fire.”&nbsp; Looking back up at her father with the joy she had when entering the room she started again.&nbsp; “Don’t worry though Daddy, I’ve been practicing with my shadows as well.&nbsp; Though mom doesn’t like it when I shadow jump without you… she is always afraid I’ll get lost between them.&nbsp; Oh!&nbsp; Can you help me practice with them today?&nbsp; She won’t worry if your there!”<br><br>“Of course I’ll worry, Tyssa, kitten.”&nbsp; Terra stood in the doorway with a plate of fruit looking at the two on the bed with her face full of love.&nbsp; “Just not as much, because your father would never let anything happen to you.”&nbsp; She walked over and set the plate near the end of the bed and crawled back into bed pulling her daughter from Tyger’s lap tickling her relentlessly smiling at the giggles that issued from her.&nbsp; She sandwiched the girl carefully between her and Tyger and reached over to get the plate of food sliding it across the sheets so they could all share.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Couldn’t you just stay in this moment forever, Jungle-Cat?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 04:08:28</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>DOA Island, Dining Hall.&nbsp; 7;45 A.M.</strong></div><br>Giselle snapped her gaze to Terra when she commented about why she hated that demon that was looking for Tyger.&nbsp; She didn't have to wait for long though when the ninja were-tiger stepped out of hiding and revealed himself.&nbsp; What was he doing?!&nbsp; "He's going to get himself killed or worse if he does what I think he's doing!&nbsp; Why is he trying to face her on her own terms?!"&nbsp; Facing a demon on its own terms was not a good idea since they were far stronger than any mortal by themselves.&nbsp; Their strength was magic imbued, not physically bound as mortal beings like herself, Terra, Cammy, and all the rest.&nbsp; Now he was openly inviting her to take him over?!<br><br>All wasn't lost though since Giselle had a feeling his tiger spirit would protect him, if he was able to fight whatever charms Allure used on him was seen through.&nbsp; She hoped to the gods and all that was holy that he returned in one piece and as he was.&nbsp; If that didn't happen, then Giselle was certain that she wouldn't be the only one that would go on a killing spree most likely.&nbsp; Terra would probably do so first if Giselle didn't beat her to it, except she and Yuna still had much to lose.&nbsp; "No, it's not wrong of you to say that.&nbsp; I don't like her myself."&nbsp; Giselle replied, relaxing a little bit until Allure disappeared inside Tyger.&nbsp; She clutched at the necklace around her neck and closed her eyes, hoping he made it out of this alive.&nbsp; "If she's trying to control him through illusions, I might be able to peer into his mind and project it for everyone to see.&nbsp; I ask that you don't disturb me unless I'm looking ready to fall over.&nbsp; I need....to see what's happening."<br><br>Before anyone could stop her, Giselle closed her brown eyes and chanted for several moments as her fingers worked themselves into many different symbols and signs until the right wall became alive in what was happening.&nbsp; Concentrating considerably and showing the strain on her face, Giselle kept her eyes riveted on the wall as the images being seen by Tyger were now seen by all.&nbsp; She got it opened up just as Terra got her shirt on in the illusion being made by the Desire Demon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>08-04-2011, 22:35:22</strong>
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				<strong>DOA Island, Basement. 7:47 AM</strong><br><br>Erizen<br><br>Erizen crept along the basement of the mansion, her bare feet slapping ever so lightly on the metal floor. She started to look about the corridors. <em>'Somewhere on this island is their machine for pulling people in...'</em> She thought to herself, pressing her back to a corner, peering around. <em>'...And you can bet once I find it...'</em> Her thoughts stopped as she took a look at the creature guarding the hall. <em>'What the flying fuck is THAT?!'</em> She quickly hid around the corner before it saw her, her red dress creating a larger profile then she'd have liked. <em>'No way in hell I'm fighting THAT thing.'</em> She muttered, looking around. A few feet above her head was an air vent with what appeared to be a loose coverings. <em>'Hello, saving grace.'</em> Reaching up, she quietly off, setting it on the ground. Looking around the corner again, the creature was seen shuffling away. Pulling the zipper from her dress on her back, she slowly stripped to her underwear, putting the folded dress in a crate to her right, sealing it.<br><br>Hoisting herself into the air vent, she began to commando crawl through the dirt, grime, and cobwebs towards the room at back. Shrouded in the darkness of the vent, she watched a small camera swing slowly back and forth above the door. <em>'Guards, and cameras. Fabulous.'</em> As the camera swung away from her, she unlatched the vent coverings, slipped out and replaced the cover lightly, so she could escape. Ducking behind a crate, the camera passed over her again. A chunk of concrete at her feet gave her an idea. Picking it up, she checked the camera, waiting for it to face another direction. The guard had it's back to her allowing her to toss the chunk down another passage, to distract it.<br><br>With a loud grunt and growl, the creature followed the concrete chunk down the hall, allowing her to slip under the camera, and begin to work on the lock, with the pick she stored in her bra. A click and a pop later, the door granted her access, and she slipped in. "Now... where to begin..." She spoke softly, ducking behind another crate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 07:43:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">Tyger Arena 21</div><br>As the demon vanishes and Tyger feels a new presence in his mind he closes eye charcoal eyes and his open hands close into fists. An instant later his eyes snap open and are a deep red almost glowing and his lips curl back in an evil combination of a snarl and a grin making his over sized canines the most prominent feature. The shields that he has built over the centuries which he dropped to let her in suddenly slam back into place. He says quietly, “Welcome to my world, Bitch. I hope you enjoy your stay.” Turning to look directly into one of the strange devices he assumes is what is being used to transmit the images back to the mansion and wherever else they are being watched from and says, “I’m sorry but this is going to be a private battle. Terra and Giselle, please don’t worry. The best way to defeat an enemy is to turn their greatest strengths against them. Please forgive me my friends.” His eyes close as he retreats into his mind and the demon’s illusion. His heart rate drops to a single beat every 10 seconds and his breath to a single breath every minute, while his mental activity jumps off the charts even in the normally inactive areas.<br><br>The thing that had stirred in the dark reaches of Tyger’s subconscious stands and tastes the air. A low deep menacing growl rumbles from the darkness as it senses another predator in his territory.<br><br><div align="center">The illusion</div><br>Gray eyes snap open and Tyger gazes at his lovely wife as the morning sun sets her skin aglow. When she stirs and awakens he smiles lovingly at her. When she places that feather light kiss on his lips his eyes close as he vividly remembers their first ever kiss the night before his first match in the fifth DOA tournament. Opening his eyes he replies, “Good morning, Darling.” As she kisses him more deeply his responding kiss seems to be lacking something as his mind latches onto that DOA tournament, something about that first match is nagging at him. Her head on his chest awakens the memories of that first night on the island again when Terra had fallen asleep with her head on his chest.<br><br>Memories of an encounter of incredible passion with Terra flood into Tyger’s when express her gratitude for staying in the bed this morning unlike the day before. The memories are from how he had made it up to her. He looks at her in mild confusion as he tries and fails to remember why would have gotten out of the bed early. The memories he does have of the morning are quite pleasurable but odd, his mind remembers but his body does not. He smiles again as she stretches in the same manner he does, amazed at her beauty and the way she has picked up simple little traits from time spent with him. It finds her cat like movements especially amazing as he remembers that those same traits took decades of actually changing into a cat for them to become evident in his natural form.<br><br>Tyger sits up on the bed after Terra covers his nudity with the sheet and watches her as she crawls to the edge of the bed and reluctantly slips off. She pulls a shirt out of the wardrobe and slowly puts it on sniffing it. She looks really good in his shirt. Just as the shirt drops over her body covering it he looks around as he gets the feeling that he is being watched. The feeling is followed by a memory of his friend Giselle and he wonders where she is today. He glances over at the mirror above the dresser and is sure he sees a faint vision of the dining hall of the mansion they had stayed in at the DOA tournament that brought Terra and him together and he had last seen Giselle. Looking at the mirror with interest he could swear he sees Giselle, Yuna, and Terra looking directly at him before the vision disappears and mirror simple shows the reflection of the room. His attention snaps back to Terra at the mention of breakfast as his stomach rumbles softly, and he remembers back to his first match. He was forced to go to the arena directly from the medical room with no chance to have breakfast with the other contestants or forfeit.<br><br>So sooner is Terra gone from the room when an excited blonde little whirlwind runs in and jumps on the bed and Tyger beams at his and Terra’s daughter. The girl shows him what she can do as her inheritance from her mother and he is filled with a great pride as the flower in her hand is covered with frost briefly. When Tyssa mentions shadow jumping without him something in his mind snaps into place and he remembers all the memories he had intended to hold fiercely to before inviting the demon to poses him. He smiles at the girl even as Terra returns to the room with her tray of food with her comment about worrying, and says, “You should never shadow jump without me, kitten. Yes, I will practice with you today. Please promise me that you won’t do it any more without me.” He looks up at Terra with odd expression on his face and continues, “There are things in the shadows that you are not ready to meet alone.”<br><br>When Terra joins them on the bed Tyger laughs at the girls giggling and squeals, but his laughter has a sort of hallow tinge to the sound. He looks at the plate of fruit as it is slid closer to him and his stomach rumbles softly again as he remembers that he did not have a chance to eat since Helena’s call. His smile at his wife has a mischievous hint to it as he says, “This moment is wonderful, but I was actually hoping you and I could take a walk in the woods today, my dear.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 00:50:27</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>DOA Island, Dining Hall </strong></div><br>Shock seemed to bounce around in Terra's mind as Tyger stepped out of the shadows and offered his mind freely to the demon.&nbsp; Her thoughts jumped to her home and the slave crown that had been used on her forceably.&nbsp; It had taken away every decision from her and had given it to the soldiers around her.&nbsp; A mind was a difficult thing to break and to invite such a thing seemed very rash to Terra.&nbsp; She shook her head trying to get the memories of her the slave crown to fall from her mind.&nbsp; She had killed over fifty soldiers in a matter of minutes at Kefka's orders just for a simple test.&nbsp; As the other woman spoked Terra tilted her ear towards her, not taking her gaze from the moving picture of Tyger in front of her, and she missed whatever the demon had said before disappearing into him.&nbsp; She grimaced at the still man wishing he had chosen a completely different route.&nbsp; Watching him in battle was one type of worry but to not be able to see the battle was quiet another.&nbsp; The woman beside her started moving and Terra replayed the half caught words in her mind.&nbsp; She could let her see what was going on in the illusion?&nbsp; Wait, what did Giselle mean by she needed to see what was happening?&nbsp; Terra had been unaware that Tyger and Giselle had been close enough to warrant such a <em>need</em>.&nbsp; A moment of surprising jealousy passed over Terra and her mouth turned into a hard line but she remained quiet needing to see what was going on as well.<br><br>Indigo eyes watched every movement the Drow made carefully wondering what she was doing.&nbsp; Giselle had said that she make everyone see what was happening in Tyger's mind and Terra was curious about the magic she did not have in her own world.&nbsp; She cocked an eyebrow as Tyger spoke to her and Giselle about the private battle before turning back to the other woman.&nbsp; Not if this Esper knows what she is doing.&nbsp; Terra's gaze followed the direction of Giselle's to the wall on their right and her mouth dropped open as she found herself there clad in merely a shirt.&nbsp; She tilted her head feeling strange at watching herself smell the shirt and speak to Tyger of home.&nbsp; The demon had chosen <em>her</em> to try and break him?&nbsp; Her thoughts drifted away from the scene before her.&nbsp; The desire demon had many things at her disposal, she could have chosen someone more beautiful, or perhaps someone with his curse so he would be more understood.&nbsp; Terra thought of many scenarios she deemed better for trapping a man but yet the demon chose this one.&nbsp; Did Tyger truly want these things with her?&nbsp; He had admitted wanting to return with her to her world after the tournament but she had not thought on the implications of such a bold statement.&nbsp; <br><br>Her breath held in her lungs as a tiny blonde girl came running up to the bed and climbed into bed with Tyger.&nbsp; Terra felt her heart strings pulled by the illusion as Tyger looked lovingly at the small beautiful child in his lap.&nbsp; Could she have these things with him?&nbsp; She watched her illusion of her daughter with a bit of pride as she frosted over the flower and smiled as Tyger called her kitten.&nbsp; Terra felt the strange feeling again as she reappeared on the wall and began to tickle her daughter.&nbsp; At Tyger's laughter the strange cloud of comfort she had at watching the wall seemed to pop.&nbsp; That was not his genuine laughter and a smile spit her face.&nbsp; It was comforting to know that he had not been so lulled by the demon's illusion as Terra had been though the creation had not even been meant to lure her.&nbsp; Though she could not help hoping that he had actually seen through the illusion instead of it just not appealing to him.&nbsp; Terra watched with a little more scrutiny as he offered to take her illusion self for a walk.&nbsp; She glanced at Giselle wanting to ask a question but thought better of it as the woman continued to concentrate.&nbsp; Terra would need to remember to keep an eye on her since it must be extremely difficult maintaining such a connection between worlds.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>The Illusion </strong></div><br>A broad smile crossed Terra's face but before she could respond to Tyger's offer the tiny ball of excitement between them pipped up.&nbsp; "Daddy you promised to take me shadow jumping today!"&nbsp; The words were spoken as if he had already forgotten and without waiting for a response the girl grabbed a piece of fruit and scurried to the edge of the bed.&nbsp; "I have to go change, these close won't do for shadows."&nbsp; The young child spread out her tiny white dress to showcase it to her parents emphasising her point.&nbsp; She walked quickly to the door as if she could barely contain her excitement then she turned to face them once again.&nbsp; "I love you."&nbsp; Tyssa turned once again and left them completely intent on going to her room to change.&nbsp; Terra shifted her gaze back to Tyger with the same smile as before.<br><br>"Something seems a little off with you today and I know that look Jungle-Cat.&nbsp; It means you've figured me out."&nbsp; She moved the plate of food away from them and moved closer to him.&nbsp; She studied his face intently a moment before worming her way into his arms and shifting to sit in his lap, as she had done thousands of times before now.&nbsp; Her arms went around his neck and she nuzzled his nose softly before moving back to meet his gaze once again.&nbsp; Terra's hand searched for his and laced her fingers through his as she found it.&nbsp; "I tried to hide it from you last time too, but you pay too close attention to me."&nbsp; She kissed him deeply then letting him feel her appreciation of their happy life and her unconditional love of him.&nbsp; Guiding his hand up the edge of his shirt at her thighs she smiled lightly against his lips as she guided it further and pressed his palm into her tummy.&nbsp; "My heart that beats only for you now beats for two."<br><br>She traced light circles on the back of his hand soothingly with a look of complete joy on her face before moving his hand from under the shirt and trailed it lightly up her body letting it rest upon her chest just below the start of her neck so it was close to her heart.&nbsp; "I love this life that we have built Jungle-Cat... I'm hoping to give you a son this time.&nbsp; Would that make you happy?"&nbsp; A little concern crossed her face as she awaited his answer as if anything but his happiness would crush her.<br><br>((EDIT: Illusion- duplicated sentence.))
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>11-04-2011, 18:09:57</strong>
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				As He watches the young girl scurry away Tyger calls after her, “Of course, I will go jumping with you, Kitten. Have I ever broken a promise to you?” The laughter that follows is much closer to his normal, as he thinks about actually raising a family with Terra. He smiles warmly at the vision of Terra as she speaks. He feels a brief surge of fear at the mention of having figured her, but he quickly covers it with a look of mild confusion. When she says that she is carrying another child, his child, the smile that spreads across his face is one of true happiness.<br><br>It is not difficult for Tyger to allow his eyes to change to their violet hue as he gazes into the illusionary indigo eyes. The thought of actually being with Terra and her wanting to bare him a son gives him great pleasure. He pulls her into a hug and presses his cheek to her cheek and says with joy in his voice, “That’s wonderful, Darling. I don’t care if we have a boy or another girl, as long as our child is healthy and doesn’t have a tail, yet.” With his cheek pressed to her cheek and knowing she cannot see his face or eyes he looks into the mirror and his reflection shows his eyes red and his smile has turned to a dangerous grin,<br><br>Tyger pulls back from the joyful embrace and once again shows her his beaming smile with sparkling violet eyes. “This great news, my dear. We need to celebrate.” He gently lifts his wife off of his lap placing her on the bed. He climbs out of the bed with absolutely no regard for his nudity and walks over to the wardrobe. As he is searching through it he says, “Why don’t you see if Tyssa needs any help while I get dressed in my finest outfit. We need to go out, have some special fun and tell everyone we meet that you are going to be a mother again.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 02:51:19</strong>
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				((This is more for XenoLord than anyone right now.&nbsp; Still, don't want you guys to get TOO bored while waiting on a few hopeful returns lol.))<br><br><strong>DOA Island.&nbsp; Dining Hall.&nbsp; 8;00 A.M.</strong><br><br>The image flickered a bit when Tyger tried to reassure them of how he planned to take that bitch demon down, but Giselle wasn't so easily mollified as the projection reasserted itself when her concentration returned to what it had been.&nbsp; It was hard to do this, and the strain was already showing on Giselle's forehead as beads of sweat started to form.&nbsp; The longer she did this, the harder it would be to maintain and the more of a drain it would put on her magical reserves.&nbsp; It was worth it though as the show continued, and the half Drow did her damn best to make sure they didn't lose sight of what the Desire Demon was showing to the were-tiger.&nbsp; If she needed to, Giselle was prepared to hold Helena up against a wall and force her to send her to that arena so she could kill that bitch herself.&nbsp; For now, she concentrated on controlling the magic she was pouring into the mental projection and the illusion Allure was giving to Tyger to become lost in, although Giselle could tell he wasn't fooled by the demon, a slow smile creeping over her own face.&nbsp; That demon might just lose after all.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><strong>DOA Island.&nbsp; Basement and the surrounding caverns.&nbsp; 8;00 A.M.</strong><br><br>Guildenstern's secret lab, one of them anyway, and the surrounding caverns were full of the most horrific sights that Erizen would ever come to know.&nbsp; The smell would hit first.&nbsp; The smell of a thousand dead, fresh blood, and the terrible screams of what could only be those of the damned would reach the woman's ears as inhuman growls and screams from the demonic horde underneath Helena's home moved about their ugly business.&nbsp; Some of them were feasting on the living, while others were doing as their more smarter members of the race commanded under Guildenstern's leadership in a fashion similar to Helena's own scientists, though the demonic monsters didn't bother with sterile technique when it came to the humans they handled.&nbsp; Depending on how far she went, Erizen might find a few being operated on while they were still conscious, being given Genma blood injections as well as body modifications such as cybernetic arms, legs, and other parts.&nbsp; The Genma blood would make them into Genma if properly introduced into their systems, making them controllable like puppets on a puppeteer's strings, unless they were possessed of an incredibly strong will or they purposely wished to join their ranks, in which case even then they weren't immune to being controlled by the stronger and smarter though rarer members of the Genma race.&nbsp; If she managed to sneak about and find a computer terminal, though said computer wouldn't look anything like ones she'd be used to since most of the Genma technology were a mix of living and non living matter coming together in a sick symbiosis, more times than not, she might be able to pull up a few data files on what was being done here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 06:44:18</strong>
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				Erizen<br><br>The smell hit her first. The abbhorial stench of rotting flesh and decaying bodies had assaulted the woman's olfactory department with such reckless fervor, she resorted to breathing out her mouth, and even then she could almost taste the death as it played across her tongue. "By the Life Mother..." She mused, covering her mouth. "The fuck is that stench?" Standing and searching for more creatures like the one outside, she pressed on farther inside, despite the writing feeling in her gut. That was not the smell of machinery. That was the smell of genocide.<br><br>Rounding a corner, she came face to face with a pile of rotting and festering corpses piled well above her head. Stumbling over her feet, she collapsed to her rear, staring at the pile in abstract horror. "What..." She started in a low voice. "What are they doing down here?" It wouldn't be long until her question would be answered as she opened another door to hear a wail of pain, a creature injecting a body with something - wait... that person was...<br><br>"Alive?" She asked as the person's head shook violently back and forth as the creature injected it. She couldn't see the face, she didn't <em>WANT</em> to see the face. These people... they were from different realms, different worlds. Not all were human, and more then a few were downright scary, but regardless, they didn't deserve this fate. A table to her left held a few vials for storage, so they could be used later. Erizen decided to cut her losses, and retreat, but not after retrieving a sample from the table.<br><br>Leaving the same way she came in, she checked the camera and guard, retreated to the airvent and crawled back through, took her dress, redressed quickly, and retreated back to the surface, leaving that hellhole, and the stench that went with, behind her.<br><br>Emma<br><br><strong>DOA Island, Arena 21. 8:00 AM</strong><br><br>Emma had watched with bated breath the fight between the Desire Demon and Tyger, hoping all had gone well. She just hoped that her first fight wouldn't be with something with such frightening powers as this demon. A small tap on the shoulder caused her to turn, facing Erizen who had, somehow, grown paler. "Erizen? The hell were you?"<br><br>"You... don't want to know." Grabbing Emma's arm, she pulled her away from the group. "Emma, there's some freaky shit happening below us... freaky fucking shit..."<br><br>"You're delirious."<br><br>"You're delusional if you think this is all benevolent. There are people below us being experimented on, and I think we're next. What do you think will happen if we loose here!?"<br><br>"We get sent back. What do you think?"<br><br>"Oh, if only." She pulled the vial from her pocket, showing it to Emma, the thick yellow liquid inside swirling around. "What do you think this is?" Emma took it and examined it, truly having no clue what it was.<br><br>"No idea, but I know someone who could tell us... if I could get in contact with him..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 21:14:48</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>DOA Island, Dining Hall</strong></div><br>Another child?&nbsp; Joy radiated through her at the thought.&nbsp; Terra always believed she would be a good mother and looked forward immensely to having children.&nbsp; Even at the distance, of the image, from Illusion Terra and Tyger she could see his violet eyes and she was caught between a moment of happiness that he would want such a thing with her and worry that he had slipped back into the illusion.&nbsp; She smiled at his words and gave a start as he mentioned a tail.&nbsp; Would his curse be passed on to his children?&nbsp; She dismissed the thought for either way she would love Tyger's and his children.&nbsp; Her eyes widened in complete shock and she looked around the room nervously to see if anyone had caught her thought.&nbsp; She knew they had not for her thoughts were her own but she felt odd at the sureness of her assumption and they way love had so easily ran through her mind.&nbsp; She watched as Tyger hugged the Illusion Terra looking over her shoulder with red eyes, seemingly directed at her and the others.<br><br>Indigo eyes could not maintain the eye contact feeling nervous about the timing of her thoughts and his red eyes, even though she was almost positive he could not see her.&nbsp; Her gaze settled on Giselle once more who was sweating and obviously having more trouble than she would admit.&nbsp; Terra thought carefully and looked around the room for a moment gauging the amount of people in the dinning hall.&nbsp; With a curt nod after a quick decision, she concentrated on a numerous amount of people around her, excluding Yuna and the man in red, and thought Osmoses.&nbsp; Every human in Terra's world carried magic, whether they knew how to use it or not, and she was happy to know that the same seemed to be true of many worlds.&nbsp; She directed the magic she received towards Giselle, replenishing her magic completely and placing the extra she had pulled across her skin so as she continued to use her magic it would continue to restock her magic.&nbsp; She thought Cure at the woman as well in thanks, just in case.<br><br>With sigh of emotion she could not quiet place Terra's eyes once again returned to the screen to watch Tyger reach his wardrobe and began searching.&nbsp; She cocked an eyebrow.&nbsp; What was behind his need to try and go somewhere in the illusion?<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>The Illusion</strong></div><br>A small pout appeared on Terra's face as he put her down, showing how reluctant she was for him to let her go.&nbsp; She smiled at his words and his search before laughing out loud.&nbsp; "You won't find what you are looking for in there."&nbsp; Terra shifted to the edge of the bed quickly and went to their large trunk at the foot of the bed.&nbsp; The trunk was full of mementos that Terra had collected since they had met at the tournament.&nbsp; The shurikens they had both followed that lead them into the tournament, Terra's wedding dress, the baby blanket Tyssa had first been wrapped in, Tyssa's first burnt flower that Terra had somehow preserved magically, among others that brought a smile to Terra's face as she looked at Tyger, fulling expecting him to remember each as well.&nbsp; She turned back to the trunk and removed the pair of clothes that rested right on top.&nbsp; The crispy white shirt was pressed neatly and it was Terra's favorite for him to wear along with the nice pair of black pants that she handed to him sweetly.&nbsp; "These are your finest."<br><br>She stood up on her tiptoes to give him a light kiss and nuzzling her nose up against his for a moment.&nbsp; "Tyssa will be fine dressing herself, she rarely comes out with her pants over her head any more."&nbsp; A familiar playfulness reach Terra's indigo orbs as meet Tyger's eyes before she reached behind him, pressing her chest close against him, as she retrieved her own clothes.&nbsp; She pulled out a soft flowing lilac dress from the wardrobe at Tyger's back and moved to take his shirt off.&nbsp; A suggestive smile played about her lips as she stood nude in front of him.&nbsp; "If there were more time, Jungle-Cat."&nbsp; The dress went up and over her head smoothly and the hem settled about her ankles before she twirled slowly so Tyger could see her from every angle.&nbsp; "Do you like it?"&nbsp; She asked the question though he had told her many times how beautiful she looked in it.<br><br>The young woman slipped her arms under Tygers before letting them wrap around him in a loving hug.&nbsp; Her arms tightened a moment before releasing him enough so she could look into his eyes once more.&nbsp; "I wish for us to be a family today and not worry of others.&nbsp; If that would be alright, Jungle-Cat?"&nbsp; The name came out as a plea for understanding though he would know she would go out and greet others if that was what he truly wanted.&nbsp; Her eyes pleaded to him as well for she rarely asked favors of him and she stood waiting a moment before a little thump drew her attention towards the door.&nbsp; <br><br>Tyssa was sitting in the door way dressed in dark gray pants and a matching long sleeve shirt.&nbsp; Her blonde curls were tied up behind her in a pony tail and a hood was pulled up over to cover the light color.&nbsp; She grinned up at her father.&nbsp; "Do you like my new outfit daddy?&nbsp; Mother helped me with it, saying if I was going to play in the shadows I might as well fit in with them.&nbsp; It's just these shoes..."&nbsp; Her face fell to the shoes between her crossed legs in defeat.&nbsp; "I can't ever tie them right.&nbsp; Can you help me?"&nbsp; Tyssa's shifting eyes came back up to his in hope.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 04:17:28</strong>
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				As each item is moved in the trunk Tyger allows the false memories to wash over him, he reacts as expected as they are truly pleasant. The memories the shurikens bring forth are the best as these are not false as he remembers standing in the bathroom with Terra in shower telling her how he had come to be at the tournament. The wedding dress is truly beautiful and the memory he is given shows her to be absolutely stunning and radiant with joy. Each item has its own wonderful memory attached to it and he realizes why other people could be lost in Allure’s illusions especially if they did not know they were under attack. The outfit she chooses is pleasing to him in its simplicity and he smiles his approval of the clothes.<br><br>When the image of Terra comes to and stands on her toes to kiss him Tyger returns the kiss equally as light and happily nuzzles her nose as well. As she leans against him to reach into the wardrobe he places his hands on her side just below her ribs and inhales deeply savoring the scent of her. The dress she selects he truly likes and he can easily see as being his favorite. After removing his shirt and as she stands before him unclothed he smiles and openly admires the vision of her body. In response to her smile and comment his smile changes to match hers and he gives a low growl. He watches the dress slip over her head and down to cover her body then her rotate to show him. “Like it? No, I love that dress. You look absolutely gorgeous in it, but you know that and are now just fishing for compliments.”<br><br>Returning the hug Tyger thinks about holding the real Terra in his arms just moments before in the medical area after the announcement that his was to be the very first match. Looking back into the indigo eyes of his Terra he says, “I wasn’t suggesting we do anything other than as a family. I just don’t think we should stay in the house. I don’t think we should seek out other people. If we happen to meet anybody I will proudly tell them that you are carrying our second child. I am that happy that I want to share my joy with everyone and anyone we should meet.”<br><br>Tyger turns his face to the door just before little Tyssa appears and plops down on the floor having heard and smelled her approach. He inwardly marvels at how intricate the illusion is making everything seem so real even to his highly acute senses. With a smile he looks at the little girl in the dark grey outfit and says, “That is a great outfit and will be great for playing in the shadows. You are well on your way to becoming my adorable little ninja.” He withdraws from the embrace with Terra and takes up the clothes she has chosen for him. After getting dressed he reaches into the wardrobe and pulls out a pair of high gloss black leather boots with a soft sole and steps into them. <br><br>Moving silently and gracefully across the room Tyger sits on the floor by Tyssa. He pulls her into his lap with her back to his chest. He takes her small hands in his and guides her through the process of tying the laces. Once the first is tied he smiles down her and says, “Now you try the other one without my help.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vergil1989</strong> on <strong>14-04-2011, 07:06:30</strong>
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				<strong>DOA Island - Dining Hall.&nbsp; 8;15 A.M.</strong><br><br>Feeling refreshed all of a sudden, Giselle didn't let her concentration slip but she did manage a thank you at Terra's direction as everyone she had used Osmose on groaned a bit from the sudden drain on any magic they might have possessed.&nbsp; Yuna noticed the spell being used but didn't say anything, her mix matched eyes too focused on the illusion being played out in Tyger's mind with Allure wearing Terra's body.&nbsp; The fact she was making him see a child he had never had as well as the woman of his apparent dreams sickened the summoner, but there was nothing to be done.&nbsp; Vincent only silently observed everything going on without a word to anyone, nor a reaction as Erizen appeared out of nowhere it seemed.&nbsp; Her words did catch his interest however, but he didn't question her about it since he really didn't care either way at the moment.&nbsp; The vial she held did make his stomach twist a bit since he remembered similar solutions in similar containers all too well, and he involuntarily shivered, his metallic arm hurting a bit in a fit of phantom pain.&nbsp; Having his old arm melt and decay while he was in Hojo's test tube, with his....love of his life trying to save the gunslinger any way she could had not lost the edge of horror and shame Vincent still felt to this day.&nbsp; Horror for being turned into a beast, but shame for allowing the mad doctor to do what he had to Lucretia, even if she had volunteered at the time.<br><br>"What do you mean Erizen?&nbsp; What happened to you?"&nbsp; Giselle asked, her sensitive ears having picked up on the terror the mercenary had been feeling, even if she was hiding it well.&nbsp; The Half Drow might not have liked her much, but this was something she could use perhaps if she could sneak wherever the mercenary had before her.&nbsp; Doing so together would probably be better in case they ran into any resistance, but for now Giselle kept the spell going, getting ahead of herself at the moment.&nbsp; First, Tyger's match would be watched from start to finish.&nbsp; After that, then they'd talk about whatever it was Erizen had found.<br><br>It was then that another of the contestants, a man dressed entirely in wicked looking black armor, decided to walk in.&nbsp; More like he barged in as the doors flew open with a loud bang, but Giselle didn't react at all unlike Vincent and Yuna.&nbsp; The summoner jumped out of her chair, her twin pistols already out and aiming at the man clad in black, Vincent turning his head to see who it was that had been so rude to come into the room with such obvious hatred in his stance as well as mannerisms.&nbsp; The man in black didn't say a word, a single curved blade resting on his right hip that was as black as his armor was his only obvious weapon, but even in her concentrated state, Giselle could sense a power in this one she had never felt before.&nbsp; Of course, she had been feeling a lot of powers she had never felt before until yesterday, so that might not mean anything as the man in black sat down quietly on the end of the table in one of the few chairs that were left before folding his gauntlet hands underneath his chin, watching the fight play out with vivid interest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Fenrir</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 20:55:57</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>DOA Island, Dining Hall</strong></div><br>The objects in the trunk meant very little to Terra because she was not quiet sure what they were exactly.&nbsp; She recognized the object that had landed in her hand before leading her to the portal only there was more than one.&nbsp; It must be the one that Tyger had followed, a shuriken was what he had called it.&nbsp; The gorgeous white dress was easy enough to guess but the blanket and charred piece of something she had no idea about nor the other random objects in the trunk.&nbsp; She smiled at the clothes the illusion Terra handed to him: simple, black, and white.&nbsp; Tyger would likely approve of them very much.&nbsp; As she watched the vision of herself press up against him her face reddened slightly and she looked around the room to see if anyone other than those she had arrived with had noticed she was the one in the vision.&nbsp; No one seemed to have yet and Terra was grateful for it and when she turned back to the illusion to discover she now stood nude upon the wall in front of everyone her mouth fell open before she childishly hid her face in her hands.&nbsp; The open comment had her blushing even more from behind her hands as she peeked between fingers.&nbsp; <br><br>Guilt washed over her at her reaction.&nbsp; Tyger was in real danger in trying to fight this illusion, and Terra was unsure if he was still trying to fight it but here she sat hiding in her hands.&nbsp; The purple dress went over the illusion Terra's head and Terra slowly removed her hands from her face with a deep sigh of relief.&nbsp; Guilt was still there but worry became more prevalent as Tyger seemed to have stop giving any signs of his disbelief in the illusion.&nbsp; A hard frown came upon her face as she continued watching, wishing there was something that she could do but she just sat there watching Tyger help their illusion daughter tie her shoes.&nbsp; All the good feelings she had gotten from the illusion originally were fading quickly and she was left with worry for Tyger that was quickly turning into anger at the demon for using Terra's image like that and at Helena for making Tyger fight such a thing.&nbsp; She even felt a little anger at Tyger for letting the demon have a chance to do this at him.&nbsp; If this did not stop soon one way or another Terra was going to go find Helena and Terra's face hardened even more as she crossed her arms.<br><br>As the man in the dark armor came into the dinning room Terra broke eye contact glaring at him intensely and rolled her eyes momentarily at Yuna's reaction of pulling strange weapons out and pointing them at the man.&nbsp; He sat down at one of the only open chairs near the end of their table and began to watch the illusion intently.&nbsp; Indigo eyes continued to study him for a minute trying to determine if she wanted to comment on his rude behavior.&nbsp; His armor seemed a bit over done to Terra and she found usually people with a display of armor were usually trying to make up for something they lacked.&nbsp; She caught sight of his blade and looked down at her own lighter armor.&nbsp; That sword could get through her armor easily if it was used correctly but Terra knew with lighter armor she could move much quicker than he ever could.&nbsp; She turned back to the vision surprised that she had been sizing the man up but she dismissed it as her needing to size everyone up in the competition even, eventually, those she had arrived with.<br><br><hr><br><div align="center"><strong>The Illusion</strong></div><br>After long moments of Tyssa attempting to tie her shoe she finally got it right enough for the laces to stay and she smiled up lovingly at her father.&nbsp; "Thank you Daddy."&nbsp; She stood up and threw her arms around her father with all of the love in the world pouring into him before breaking the hug and running down the hall in excitement.&nbsp; Terra smiled and walked over to where Tyger still sat in the floor stopping before him and running a hand soothingly across his cheek.&nbsp; "Sometimes, I don't believe that I deserve one such as you Jungle-Cat."&nbsp; The word held more weight to it than it had before as if it was caressing him the same as her hand.&nbsp; It sounded of love and comfort along with passion and eternity.&nbsp; A look passed over her as if she wanted to kiss him but a shyness took its place and she turned to follow her daughter down the hallway.<br><br>The house was simple but cozy and it was a great mixture of Tyger's belongings and Terra's with new ones they had collected over the years.&nbsp; She stopped to grab her favorite book Tyger had gotten her, from their wooden table and waited for Tyger to catch up before following Tyssa outside.&nbsp; The weather was perfect as Terra stepped out into the sun pausing to close her eyes and soak in the warmth before continuing out into the small meadow their house was located.&nbsp; There were a few trees randomly around the area and surrounding the clearing was a light forest and Terra smiled.&nbsp; They had picked this area specifically so that they would have their privacy but there was a trail a short way into the trees that lead to a near town.&nbsp; "Mother, are you going to jump with us?"&nbsp; <br><br>Terra sat quietly in the garden she tended to everyday facing the direction that Tyssa had run off in opening her book with a smile towards her daughter.&nbsp; "No, kitten, you know I don't like such things.&nbsp; But I will happily watch you and your father as I read."&nbsp; Tyssa looked sad for a moment before running further away and standing just outside the edge of a shadow of a nearby tree turning to look for her father.&nbsp; <br><br>"Daddy, come on!"&nbsp; The little girl waited impatiently for her father as if the only thing stopping her from jumping without him was her fathers request against her jumping without him.&nbsp; She look curiously at her father for a moment glancing between him and the shadows but did not voice whatever her thought crossed her mind.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Dead Fantasy IC thread.  (General areas and battlegrounds thread.)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elf</strong> on <strong>18-04-2011, 16:45:53</strong>
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				Before Tyger rises the vision of Terra is at his side and he leans into the hand caressing his cheek but simply smiles lovingly at her words. Showing his grace and limberness he simply stands from his cross legged position. He stands for a moment watching his two ladies exit their house with a smile on his face. Moving slowly down the hallway he stops in front of a small decorative mirror hanging on the wall.<br><br>Tyger turns to look into the mirror and places his right hand on the glass just below his reflection. He concentrates on the feeling of being watched that is still there and thinks of his friend Giselle. The vision of the dining hall at the DOA mansion forms in mirror, as he gazes into it the image becomes much clearer. He focuses on Terra and the image moves so that she is the only one he can see with her face replacing his in the mirror. His smile is warm and tender and his violet eyes twinkle at her and he quietly says, “My sweet Terra, I love you.” He holds the image for just a second longer. When he removes his hand from the glass it returns to just showing his reflection. Turning he quickly heads down the hall to the door.<br><br>Stopping just inside the house where he can see Terra with her book and Tyssa impatiently waiting for him to join them Tyger gets a playful grin on his face. Despite the bright sunshine and the stark white shirt he fades away into the shadows in the entry way. His vision twists and blurs and for a split second everything goes completely black. When the light returns his view has changed and he is looking at the scene from behind the illusion of his daughter. He steps silently to within just a few inches of her and calls out, “Terra, my darling, don’t get too comfortable in the garden. I don’t intend to stay at the house. The shadows are much better deeper in the forest. You can walk we won’t get too far ahead, and will likely behind you often.”
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