CoM4 restarted, CoM4 restarted

I've got alittle break between exams, so let's finish this.
just refer back to Com4 guys

[ooc]Well good to see you’re alive Vorpal. Couple of things though, I envisioned myself red, and where’d the door come from? I dropped us into a giant, steel-walled pit of death. No doors, that’s why Queslin had to rocket jump out of there. Buildings and other stuff can be in there too, so your Kaiser fight. As for you trying to leave…. Well it’s your boss’s building so I guess that you had a super secret trapdoor.[/ooc]

Kimiko-sama…. She was….

“AHHHHHHH!!!!! EVERYONE is going to DIE now!” I roar and as I flap my wings and head towards the hole that Queslin had shot her rockets out of.

Upon hearing my declaration, Queslin had apparently decided that I was not on her side anymore and unleashed a volley of rockets at me. The first two or three knocked me back slightly, but by the sixth they were but puffs of air to me. I crashed threw the hole in the roof and glared down at the woman with the accursed instrument of Kimiko-sama’s demise. Lightning crackled all around me and the force of the wind from my wings were pushing Queslin and Echo like paper dolls.

“No more Kimiko-sama means no more life for anyone else.” I declare as I smash the roof with my fists and cause it all to crumble down back into the pit.

Queslin and Echo fall a short distance from Cyn and Bill, who had managed to find cover from the falling roof. I flew back into the room and tried to see who was left in the rubble for me to kill.

The world was going to know death and pain the likes of which it had never seen before. Anger and pain coursed through me and hastened my rise in power. The rubble was obstructing my killing and I knocked and burned it away like so much loose trash. Yet I still did not see anyone.

“Come out so you can all die!” I roar as I unleash a torrent lightning in all directions.

The lightning burns the floor and heats up the steel walls. As my power increases so does the destruction. All of the remaining bunnies were now roasted and all structures were piles of ash. Queslin and company were barely holding on beneath a slab of concrete that Echo managed to hold up for cover. In a mere matter of seconds, the walls melt down and the floor is reduced to cinders. We were now effectively on the roof as we no longer had anything above or around us anymore.

As I surveyed my handiwork I spied a small hole in the floor, which led to a flight of stairs. Perhaps some of the vermin had gone down there. I made my way to the hole in an instant and peered down. I smelled a familiar prey down the hole and plunged my arm down. When I pulled my arm back out of the newly enlarged opening, I had VorpalBlade back in my grasp.

“You’re still the most responsible and your pain shall taste the sweetest.” I tell my prey as I send surges of lightning through his body, savoring every twinge of pain he receives.

As I torture my prey I hear the faint sound of rubble being disturbed and before the even the smallest pebble falls to the floor I find myself standing over my former compatriots. As I try to make my way towards Queslin, the vile wench who had pulled the trigger. Echo tries to wisk his comrades to safety. He unfortunately finds himself pinned underneath my foot before he can even process the command to do so.

VorpalBlade writhing in my claw and Queslin in my path. The possibilities of pain, mayhem, and death are so delicious it’s almost intoxicating. My power was growing exponentially. Soon after this, I could unleash myself on the rest of the world. Countries would burn and continents would die. The entire world would get to hear Kimiko-sama’s angelic voice and angelic face from the afterlife where she would rival the beings that already existed there.

The world was about to become a very fun place.

“Now how would you all like to die? Painfully or excruciatingly painfully?

[ooc]once again my muse of humor can’t get out of bed.[/ooc]

[ November 16, 2001: Message edited by: DietWaterCzar ]

yup, ive done the colour change.
i just missed out a line of text

I heard rubbles from inside the building, it was collapsing by the minute. "Geez, do you think DWC will make it out there? and where's Queslin and that other guy with a ponytail(Echo)?"

The others shrugged.

I sighed. "Geez, this whole thing is getting worse and worse. Who wants to end it all, run back to the sega building, Kimiko doesnt have a choice about getting back to the building, she might get kidnapped again.."

[ooc] yay! special treat for you guys! two colored piccies for you! not the one I'm still working on with a group pic...but the other ones I was drawing before the pause. here they are:
http://www.geocities.com/wizardofkitty/pics/WizardcoloredO1.JPG
http://www.geocities.com/wizardofkitty/pics/upsided1colored.JPG

ok, that's it! oh yeah, why wiz isnt wearing her usual dress when she was upsidedown? because her skirt thingy would be covering her head and that would be imbarassing. so just live with the pants. [/ooc]

<the crystal around Moore became transparent,eventually disappearing>
'I`ve evolved further,I have a tekno-cannon........the transformation didn`t hurt as much as ususal,I guess I`m getting used to it'

<Moore notices the group are pre-ocuppied to ask any questions>
"good..........<A large sweat-drop appears on his head>WTF is that-that power!?"

"It`s DietWaterCzar,we need to hurry"

'He`s on the roof......my god Quelsin and Echo!'."Guys I want to check on something,gotta go!"

<I activate my boosters and tear through the ceilings,after a few moments I arrive on the roof>

'HOLY S***,what the hell is that,Quelsin!?'
<I decide to wait for the others taking cover behind the rubble Slash had supported himself on earlier>

'he`s too pre-ocuppied to notice me,I`ll wait for the others,I don`t want to chance anything,better keep my power level as low as possible'

'URGH Quelsin get outta there!'

[ November 16, 2001: Message edited by: Koryorto ]

Sorry to interrupt the story, but does anyone know where I might find the first three chapters? I can't seem to find them on the board right now, and I would sort of like to read through this entire piece of... er.. um... I mean... this entire grand, epic saga. heh, heh...

I glanced at the shaking building. 'There is evil there... real evil. Evil as bad as I could have become.'

I smiled. A real smile, not cynical, not droll, just... glad. 'But I was stronger. Strong enough to hold on to the things that matter.' A brief vision of Miho flashed through my head.

'Miho-sama...'

'Loyalty...'

'Style...'

I glanced at the group, then the surrounding city, wrecked as it was. 'And even the world.'

I grinned, a grin that could put the Cheshire Cat, even American McGee's twisted parody, to shame. 'Miho can function without me, and without Bill. I could leave and garuntee her at least one of us. But we wouldn't be MihoCultists if we didn't make a last-ditch effort. With style.'

Another rumble shook me from my reverie. Kimiko moved closer to Erika. "What's going on?"

I shrugged. "End of the world, armageddon, the usual." I took off the tank top I was wearing, causing Kimiko to blush slightly (not being used to having random martial artists shirtless), and Erika to give me a warning look (you know, that 'You're about to get a big 'break'' look). Ignoring them both, I examined it. 'Needs improvement.' I threw it into the air, where it disintegrated. A couple of lines from the Necrowombicon sprung into my head. The others gave me strange looks, but I payed them no heed. I touched the marking on my chest. It had appeared at my resurrection, and while I had no idea what it was for, something seemed to be telling me to do this.

As I murmured the lines, a flash illuminated the spot I was standing on. When it cleared, my outfit had changed. I was now wearing a short sleeved shirt so black it seemed to suck the light out of the area around it. My pants were the same. Behind me, as stipulated by the Laws of Anime, billowed a black cloak. In my hand I held sunglasses, which I twirled a few times before putting them on. I gestured, and I was outfitted with enough guns and military hardware to put Neo's lobby arsenal to shame.

"This is probably going to get me killed again, but I can't back out now. Besides, death's not so bad."

I took a deep breath. "I'm going in to see what I can do about the monster. Even though this is not my goal here - that has been completed - I will fight it to the best of my ability. And besides, unilateral apocalypse starting is impolite. Anyone coming?"

Erika looked at me with an unreadable expression. "You are going to die unless something miraculous happens. You know that."

I quirked the corners of my mouth upwards. "Shit happens. What the hell." Next to me, I could hear Derian muttering something about 'Armageddon' and 'no playoffs'.

I held out my hands and materialized two Golden Deagles, the same guns Dom had killed me with. I considered it fitting.

With a final smirk and a flourishing spin of my weaponry, I turned and walked towards the battle.

[OOC - This is how my character works - he really likes style, and he WON'T turn down a fight. I'm sure the battle plan, if there is one, does not include me, but I'd appreciate it if I could make at least a cameo (even if you crush me like a bug, DWC). Everyone else is free to follow (or not follow) as they please. In real life, I'm cheerful now - no wrist surgery! Yatta! and I'm not going to do any more frustrated ranting. Let's finish with style. ]

[OOC] Aw-right! Welcome back VB. Glad to hear you don't need surgery. [OOC]

We made our way down the corridor. It looked like we were going to walk out the front door, home free. Then, the shaking start.

"Earthquake" came to my mind immediately, but Kimiko spoke first. "What's going on?" I looked over to see her step closer to Erika, who instintively put her arm around Kimiko.

BGMaster was nonchalant. "End of the world, armageddon, the usual." Sure, he can stay calm. He's already been dead.

I turned to Phaedrus. We both understood what, who, was causing this. "That man causes too much trouble," said the poet.

"Do you think we can trade him to the Yuki-ists?" I asked. "We could at least get a case of Pocky in return for DietWaterCzar."

BGMaster took off his shirt, threw it into the air, and then somehow armed himself with half the US arsenal.

"Armageddon," I muttered to myself. "No playoffs, amongst other things."

I sat down on a conviently placed bench. I pulled off my gloves and set them next to me. Then I took off my helmet, and set it down.

"Throwing in the towel already?" sneered Erika. I glared at her, and she glared back.

"No."

I pulled my jersey off and dropped it on the bench. Tugging on a cord around my neck, I pulled a small vial out from under my chest pads. I took it off, and set it on the bench. Then I put my sweater and helmet back on.

I opened the vial and poured two pills into my hand.

"What are those?" asked Agent Takahashi, suspiciously.

"Sudafed tablets," I answered.

"Sudafed?!" came a puzzled chorus.

"These pills were given to me by Master Carbo. Supposed to be blessed by the Great One himself." I looked at the pills in my hand. "It's banned by the league. Clears the sinuses, which is good, but it causes some players to get kind of hyper-active."

"Master Carbo told me to use these if I was ever in personal danger."

"Well, then take them already," said Wizard of Kitty.

I looked down, embarased. "I can't swallow pills without water."

"Here." Phaedrus handed me a bottle of water. The label read "Dot Plevices' Spring Water - 500 Milliliters".

"Thanks." Opening the bottle, I quickly popped one pill into my mouth, then the other, following each with a gulp of water.

I took a gulp of water, and spit it out. Another gulp, and I spit it. I dumped the rest on my face, and then sat there.

"Well?" asked the agent.

"I dunno." I put my gloves back on, and then picked up my hockey stick. I stood up, and imediately fell forward. The poet and the agent caught me, or I might have planted my face into the floor. They pushed me back upright. I staggered one more time, and then regained control.

"Thanks guys." I tapped my hockey stick on the floor, to the sound of breaking glass. I looked down to see what appeared to be the blade of my stick, shattered on the ground.

At the end of the shaft was what *appeared* to be a crystal blade, but razor sharp, and having a faint red, inner glow.

I looked down the corridor BGMaster had disapeared into, unaware that my eyes were backlit by the same, pale glow.

"Derain." Her voice was barly a whisper, but commanded my whole attention. I turned to Kimiko.

"Don't let anyone get killed," she said.

I nodded, and marched down the corridor.

[OOC]If I don't get into the battle, at least I might get to pull survivors out of the rubble.

I'm not really that big of a hockey fan. Still, I'll explain a few things. Sudafed really is banned by the NHL. A lot of caffine, or something. Carbo is Guy Carboneau, one of the best two way players ever, now an assistant coach in Montreal. The Great One is, of course, Wayne Gretzky.

That was the best way I could think of to get a powered up hockey player. He ought to at least be able to take a few hits off of DWC, now. Perhaps last long enough to inform him that Kimiko isn't dead.

Take it where you will, guys.[/OOC]

[OOC]Also, Vorkon, I've got all the threads here. I don't recomend reading them all in one sitting, though.

THE FIRST FANBOY WAR
http://www.megatokyo.com/cgi-bin/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=8&t=001755
http://www.megatokyo.com/cgi-bin/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=8&t=001826

THE SECOND(CURRENT) FANBOY WAR
http://www.megatokyo.com/cgi-bin/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=8&t=001850
http://www.megatokyo.com/cgi-bin/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=8&t=001906
http://www.megatokyo.com/cgi-bin/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=8&t=001952&p=1
http://www.megatokyo.com/cgi-bin/ubb/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic&f=8&t=002000

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man it's huge...
say, has anyone thought of compiling it to make it smaller and smoothing out the inconsistencies? maybe cs can put it on mtfn^_^
alrite! dont hit me! i noe cs hates flame wars and large stories

BGMaster was disappearing down the corridor. Derian stalked off after him, gripping his now-even-more-dangerous stick.

Battle that way, but
discretion is the better
part of valor, no?

"Kimiko-san, we've got to get you out of here, to somewhere safe. Please come with us?"

I led the remains of our party out into the courtyard in front of the scarred building. It was dark, but we could see lightning and explosions up at the top of the crumbling structure.

Kimiko walked over and sat on one of the benches around the wabe. A gentle snow started to fall.

Oh no. She can't. She's not going to do this, is she?

Kimiko looked sad.

Aaarrrgh! She did it! She knows no fanboy can withstand this!

"My rescuers...I appreciate all you've done. But I can't leave."

She stood up, looking determined.

"One of my followers, warped and broken though he is, has been left behind. Somewhere inside him, a spark of goodness still burns. We must go back for DietWaterCzar."

She turned those eyes on me. Sad eyes. Disappointed eyes.

How could I deny her? But it was dangerous up there. Mortals wouldn't last a second.

BGMaster and Derian drew on hidden resources, transformations
to augment their power. I had no such option.

Or did I?

Erika snickered as I took off my shirt. (Hey, I try to workout...) I rooted around in my pack, and pulled out a jet black t-shirt, with crimson lettering on the front:

B4sh0 0wnz J00

I looked at my pencil, conduit of so many poems. Sterner tools were needed now. I sadly set it aside, and rummaged around in my pack until I found my calligraphy brush, and my finest inkstone. I nicked my finger, wet the stone with blood, and started writing:

Half a post, half a post,
half a post onward,
All in the Thread of Death
strode the rescuers.
"Forward, the L33t Brigade!"
"Charge for the Duel Pit", he said:
Into the Thread of Death
strode the rescuers.

I pulled a cassette labeled "Noir, Original Soundtrack" out of my pack, along with a small tape player. As we strode back towards the building, the eerie strains of Canta per me swirled around us.

[ooc]
Noir is an incredible anime series not yet licensed in the US, but fansubs are pretty ubiquitous all over the place. Sort of a cross between Serial Experiments Lain and Le Femme Nikita. Canta per me is the music that swells up just before the mayhem starts in each episode. It ownz; click the link for a short excerpt.
[/ooc]

[ November 17, 2001: Message edited by: Phaedrus ]

"urgh".'I can`t just hide here,there must be something I can do,fighting would be suicidal but taking part in a battle of such power is too much to ignore'

'c`mon BG,Derian,anyone I`m too wiped from the evolution to pose a threat,Dammit I can`t watch and wait much longer'<I gripped my sword as hard as I could and charged a small ball of energy>

[ooc] the bridge brigade! right? I think that's the poem Phaedrus warped. ^^;; [/ooc]

I walked back with the others to the big battle, or so it seems. "Umm...I'll go ahead of you guys, dont want the others to get bashed up you know. See ya." I teleported away to the battle zone right behind a huge peice of uhh...the ceiling and saw huge scary monster destroying everything in sight. **eep. BAD**

[ooc] ack gotta go now. bai bai. be back later ~.' [/ooc]

edited for continuity

[ November 17, 2001: Message edited by: Derian Hatcheter ]

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[ November 17, 2001: Message edited by: J Random Lurker ]

--- Rewind with me to Echo & Queslin on the roof, just after she chases away Takahashi's rescue helicopters, per Squee's last story post here ---

"1 h0p3 th0s3 ch0pp3rs w3r3n't h3r3 t0 r35cu3 us," Echo said quietly, having turned back to the action.

"0n 4 l3vel l1ke th1s?"

"1t's p0ss1ble."

"f3h. n00b."

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No one was happy inside the three choppers. They hovered behind the relative cover of a nearby skyscraper.

"Bring in backup, we're encountering heavy resistance on the roof! We've got to get our people out of there!"

The radio crackled: "On our way. One of you break away after we have them distracted and head down to the pickup point."

"Roger." Four other helicopters appeared, rising from the concrete canyons toward the top of the Sega building.

"Let's go!"

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The 'copters came back, with a vengance. Miniguns blazed as Queslin and Echo dashed for cover. She assessed the situation out of the corner of her eye. Three light attack copters and four heavy gunships. She grineed. A halfway decent challenge. They slid behind a shed. She glanced over at Echo.

"0n m4 p1ng, w3 t4k3 '3m," she hissed.

"bu+... w3 st!11 d0n't kn0w why th3y'r3 h3r3," Echo began. *My* Ping he thought.

[!--OOC: they're thinking about two different kinds of "Ping" here... --]

The choppers were beginning to circle around them.

"p!ng!" Queslin cried, leaning out from behind their cover and launching a salvo of carefully aimed rockets. Echo still hesitated. One rocket found it's mark, but the other two choppers showed a surprising dexterity. They whipped out of the way of the dumbfire missiles. "th0s3 ll4m4s w3r3 h0ld!ng b4ck l4st t!me!"

The hit chopper was missing it's tail, and it spun madly toward a lower rooftop. Two specks parachuted out just before the 'copter was above the building, drifting down to the street below.

"5|-|00+ d3|/|, |)4|/||/|!7!" cried Queslin, the battle slipping her back into purer 1337. Echo hefted his gun reluctantly. But before he could do anything with it, two choppers rose above the top of the Sega skyscraper behind them. Bullets pocked the concrete walls of the shed they were hiding behind as they scrabbled out of the way. Several rockets impacted and blew the structure to pieces. Both Queslin and Echo were thrown back toward the opening in the roof. One chopper broke off and headed streetside, looking for a rondevous. Queslin's RPG, still clutched in her hands, hit the low wall around the hole in the roof and a rocket misfired out of it, heading into the battle below.

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[setting time_sync="Takahashi is doing this while other things are happening in other people's posts. He's whispering, both because he doesn't want to alarm the group, and so no-one has to work it into posts already written"]

<Pointman, we're encountering heavy resistance on the roof, but we're on our way.> Takahashi's radio crackled quietly in his ear.

[!--OOC: Pointman is Takahashi's current codename with the Himitsu Desu--]

<Describe.> he requested quietly.

<Two snipers, one male, one female, with a rocket launcher.>

<Gah! They're ours!> he wispered back fiercely. <Disengage and get down here!>

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The remaining five choppers broke off their attack and dropped down, away from the battle.

"wh47 7h3?" Echo wondered.

"0h 5h!+," Queslin breathed, looking into the giant room. She had watched in horror as her rocket, guided by Convenience and Author Apathy [!--OOC: that's MY author apathy. I'm not insulting anyone...], vaporized Kimiko (that is, the Kimiko doll look-alike, tho no one but VorpalBlade knows it). Queslin had time for very few more rockets before DemonWC was upon them. The creature screamed, whipping up wind all around them with it's great wings. Somehow the roof collapsed beneath them, though Echo was too busy being nearly blown away to see why.

Falling...

Twisting...

Trying to get himself underneath Queslin...

Hoping to break her fall with his Sony Softness ™...

They slammed into the steel floor below, Echo absorbing most of Queslin's impact. His chassis could survive almost anything, he knew. But she was badly dazed, unmoving. Sh*t, he thought, must've hit her head.

The next few moments were a blur, even for Echo. He managed to hoist up a slab of concrete from the rubble, using it to block the lightning that was arcing out from DWC and all around the huge room. Two others, a raver and a swordsman who had been in their party earlier, ran over beside Echo to take cover.

The lightning stopped as the massive walls of the room collapsed all around them. Echo tried to heft the huge slab aside, hoping to find a way to get these three people out of there. But just as he got the chunk of ceiling safely to the ground, he found himself trapped under a huge, scaly red foot, crushing him into the groaning, blackened floor. The lightning storm that had destroyed the walls had also oxidized most of the steel floor. The temperature sensors in his back screamed. DWC's skin was burning him!

Tragic Bill chose that moment to make a move. He had to help that robot. He chanted. Darkness flooded the immediate area around the once-Czar. Disembodied disco balls popped out of nowhere. Multicolored lights lit up and bass thudded forth from the ether. Caught unprepared, the demon could not help but dance, waving poor VorpalBlade around like a glow-stick. But, of course, that was the purpose of the spell. He roared in frustration, quickly gathering his strength to destroy the dark rave-magik.

Echo scrabbled away over the loose, rusty ground, and back over to Queslin. He pounded at the metal beside her with all his strength, hoping to make a hole to the story below. It dented and bent, forming a depression a foot deep. But he couldn't break it. Cynical Swashbuckler was beside him in a moment, sword out. He slashed at the floor and, having been weakened, it gave way. They had an escape route! Echo shouldered Queslin, who was almost awake by now, as gently as he could. An explosion destroyed the floating disco balls. The music halted.

"Die for Kimiko-sama!" DemonWC bellowed, free of the spell. The four jumped down the hole.

[!--OOC: DWC, I suppose you could always "go fishing" again, if you're not done with us. And I think they're instinctually running, or at least re-grouping, because they've seen first-hand just how powerful DWC has become... They're not cowards, just need a moment to plan.--]

.

--- Meanwhile, down in Sega Square ---

[setting time_sync=" we're caught back up with the rest of the story again. Phaedrus has apparently established that night is rapidly approaching."]

While Phaedrus was busy loaning his soul to the ancient haiku masters, Takahashi was having another one of his coughing fits. A small trickle of blood came from his nose.

"Think of Rabi-en, only of Rabi-en!" he beat into his mind. Luckily, the effects of Kimiko's "Sad girl in snow" routine were wearing off. He dropped to his knees with one final cough, where he stayed for a moment, panting. He then rose, his kawaii-o-meter under control once again.

<Kimiko-san, I must protest your going back in there. We must get you to safety,> he shouted. She stopped following Phaedrus, who was already out of earshot, and turned.

<But I've helped to start this mess, I've got to h--->

<I agree with the suit.> Both Takahashi and Kimiko whirled to see Erika regarding them in the fading post-dusk gloom. She hadn't been impressed with Kimiko's snow scene one bit. <What can you hope to do?> she asked. <Those other guys can handle themselves. Even the poet, rapier wit and all. We need to GO!> she jerked her thumb away from the Sega building.

<Yes, Miss, we must get you to safety first,> Takahashi played along. <A helicopter is coming to get us out of here.> Kimiko looked resigned. Erika looked to the sky, scanning for their ride.

"What's going on?" Wizard of Kitty asked.

"We're taking Kimiko to safety--" Erika began flatly.

"But..." Kimiko protested.

"And that's that!"

"We can't just leave them!" Wizard of Kitty protested. Takahashi whirled on her.

"You have enough power to help. None of us three do. You can go if you like."

"B-but... but..." WoK stammered.

<Just where is this 'copter?> Erika interrupted.

<What?> Takahashi scanned the sky. <Whirlybird, where are you?> he said into his radio.

<Being held at bay by the Rent-a-zilla,> came the crackling reply. <Someone's in big trouble for messing with contraband this size.> Takahashi looked around the square, just now noticing the hulking form of Cornelius in the shadows of the far end, swatting at several dimly outlined helicopters, their running lights flitting about him like rogue pixies in the dusk. How was it that you never saw the trees in the forest? Or for that matter, the 'zillas either? Even in bad light, he chided himself, he should have noticed. But something had to be done. An inspiration struck.

<Kimiko, sing!> Takahashi urged.

<Wha...?>

<The 'zilla is a fan of yours! We need to distract him before he destroys our ride!>

Kimiko sang. A hush decended on the square. In a patch of grass on the far side, a lone VSoD stopped grazing and looked up. The haunting strains of Melfina's Song hung in the air like glistening snowflakes. For a moment all seemed right with the world, in that little park. She blushed, a little embarrased, as she sang. It only heightened the effect.

She had been watching Outlaw Star a week ago, she thought to herself, and it was the only song she could come up with at the moment. She hoped it was ok.

Cornelius stopped and turned, entranced. He lumbered closer.

"Kimiko-sama?" he rumbled quietly. She stopped singing and blushed more deeply. That was a *big* fanboy!

"Please let those helicopters land!" she hollered up to him.

"As you wish, Mam."

<It's safe now,> Takahashi radioed.

"I'm staying to fight." WoK declared. "Umm...I'll go ahead of you guys," she hollered to the swiftly vanishing poet, "don't want the others to get bashed up you know. See ya." She faded from view with the help of a teleportation spell.

Kimiko watched as the choppers approached and landed in a swirl of air and leaves and hair, lit reddish by the fading sun.

<Come on, Miss. We need to go.>

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[!--OOC:
Takahashi's plan *is* to get Kimiko away from Sega. But it wouldn't take much convincing at all to have him use the 'copter to turn back & get Kimiko close enough to DWC to be able to placate him somewhat (they don't know that DWC thinks she's dead, he would just be hoping to help control the fight & keep MegaTokyo from being destroyed). Erika, on the other hand, really does want to get Kimiko to safety before she heads back to the fight, and will doubtless be "angry" with Takahashi. Poor sap.

If, as real-DWC hinted in his post featuring Garran, exposing story-DWC to Kimiko again would be a Bad Thing, someone had better stop that chopper fast! <grin>

Sync suggestion: Derian, thanks much for keeping my charcter current! Heh. I've been banging away on a chapter for the whole afternoon, tho... Shoulda posted a notice or something. Could you have all your stuff happen in the 'copter? I wanna use as much of your stuff as we can, it's really good. Right now, Taka really does want to get her out of there, but you could use his monologue in your post to convince him otherwise. As always, I'm willing to compromise.

I don't like how Takahashi first gets Kimiko's attention, either, where Derian and Phaedrus are already out of earshot and keep going. If someone could think of a better way to do the scene, incorporating those two, I'd be quite happy & would want to change my post.

WoK, hope you don't mind me delaying your departure a little bit. Some of the dialogue hinged on your presence. If you don't like it, I'll edit. Loved the drawings, BTW. Especially the upside-down one. Kawaiiiiiii! Oh, and it makes perfect sense to subconsiously use magic to change your dress into jeans when you're falling, upside down, and about to cast a float spell.

Boy am I taking liberties with Kimiko and Erika's fluency in English. Well, it's not the official MT universe, right? ^^;;

Phaedrus, that music r0xx0rz! I *so* have to find me a Noir soundtrack. Mebbe some .mp3s

Also, Queslin most likely would've accounted for splash damage had she been taking pot-shots at VB. Therefore, I made it an accident.

Apologies for the goofiness of TBill's spell. I'm continuing to move those two for the sake of continuity, if nothing else. If anyone doesn't like it, I'm willing to edit.

Holy foo was that long.
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[ November 17, 2001: Message edited by: J Random Lurker ]

[ November 18, 2001: Message edited by: J Random Lurker ]

"damm,i gotta check on them".<Moore waited until the creature focussed its attention on the figure in its hand before boosting as fast as he could down the hole Echo and Cyn had created>

C:"who are you"
M:"Moore the swords man from earlier"
TB:"can`t be you were human"
<I notice the unconscious Quelsin on the floor near Echo>

M:"I can explain later just let me help her first"<I reach into my tattered pack and produced a super-stim,not trusting my strength in this form I hand it to Echo>"here insert this into one of her arms,the effect should be immediate"

TB:"Okay we`ve evaded him for now,but we need to regroup and take stock"
M:"agreed"
C:"are the others alive?"
M:"yes and hopefully their on their way to lend a hand"

[OOC]Here it is. I like this better. [/OOC]

Takahasi led the women into the waiting helicopter. Both were dressed lightly, unprepared for the unexpected snowfall. Takahashi pulled the door shut, and tapped the pilot to signal him to take off.

Kimiko twisted around in her seat, trying to look back at the SEGA building.

"We'll get you to safety," Takahashi tried to reassure her.

"Safety," she echoed. "Is there any place that will be safe?"

Takahasi didn't answer, so she continued. "DietWaterCzar thinks he's doing this for me. He needs to be stopped."

"What can you do?" Erika asked.

"Tell him to quit," she said, serious. Looking at the agent, she wispered. "Please..."

Without warning, Takahashi's kawaii meter went off, again. Those sad, pleading eyes were more than he could handle. He found himself getting warm under the colar.

Unable to resist, he found he couldn't answer. Instead, he took off his jacket and vest.

"Not you, too!" chided Erika. There had been enough shirtless men today, in her opinion.

Ignoring her, he quickly prepared his equipment. Drawing his large pistol, he set it on his lap. Pulling up a pant leg, he produced a smaller, blocky pistol. Removing its clip, he quickly pulled its frame out, attaching it to the back of his larger pistol as a stock. He pulled his assassin knife and its sheath off of his forarm. The sheath became an extension for the barrel of his gun, and the knife a bayonet. Lastly, he attched his pocket computer to the side, as a sophistacted gun sight.

Standing up, he tossed the jacket to Kimiko, and the vest to Erika. "These are made of Kevlar. They may protect you, in there."

"What about you?" asked Kimiko, looking at the large jacket.

"My partner took a bullet through the heart, and survived. I like my chances," he lied.

Theatrically loosening his necktie, he raised the new assault rifle, and leaned forward.

"Take us back," he called to the pilot.

"What?"

"We're going back, hover over the roof. We'll determine our landing zone then."

He turned back to see a relieved Kimiko, and a glowering Erika.

AS the SEGA building loomed up onthe horizon, he couldn't quite shake the feeling that he was about to jump to the head of the line of armageddon.

[OOC]I have to confess, I wrote the origional version of this because (A) I didn't know what to do with Hatcheter, and ( I thought one more shirt off would be funny, but WoK shouldn't do it. <Erika hits Hatch over the head again>

DWC, I'm afraid Kimiko is coming your way. You're gona need to have you're crisis of coonscience soon. Maybe he could just see Kimiko in the chopper.[/OOC]

[ November 17, 2001: Message edited by: Derian Hatcheter ]

Yet another large explosion shook the building as both Derian and I strode along the corridor. I glanced behind me quickly. Phaedrus too had joined us.

"Looks like our friends are in deep trouble."

Suddenly, disco balls lit up the room ahead, where we could see the hulking outline of DWC. Music came from nowhere, and he began to dance.

I grinned. "Guess the President still has a few tricks left after all."

We reached the room just as the disco balls exploded. I winced. "He's more powerful than we thought."

Hatcheter shrugged, his shoulder pads making the motion less noticeable. "We need to distract him." He pointed to the monster, who was starting to fish at the hole where our comrades had disappeared to.

I spun my guns once and started shooting. DWC roared. Apparently, he felt the sting. Also apparently, it didn't do much. Except for getting his attention.

Beside me, Derian muttered. "Good distraction."

"Oh, thank you. By the way, your eyes are glowing. Just in case you didn't know."

"They are? Since when?"

Phaedrus was muttering something - a haiku I think.

"Fall turns to winter;
leaves skate in the frigid wind.
Our words take flight too"

A brisk wind picked up and a paper containing a haiku written in... blood? suddenly grew to carpet size. He stepped on, motioning for us to join him. Derian did so; both looked at me as the monster grew closer.

"Go. I have an idea." They took off, not a moment too soon. DWC's claws crashed where they had been. I leapt backwards, dropping my guns and grabbing the OICW I had strapped to my side. (OOC - If you don't know, the OICW is the next generation US infantry weapon. Utterly kickass.) I flipped off the wall and fired, the explosions powerful enough to focus his attention on me even further. His claws reached for me in midair.

'Focus...' I avoided the point, somehow pushing off the surface of the claw itself and higher into the air. My cloak billowed upwards. I aimed the OICW and fired more grenades into his face. They seemed to do little other than make him angrier. His other arm slammed into me, knocking me high into the air. Luckily, I'd prepared for this, having seen it coming. I grabbed the portable missile launcher out from under my cloak (don't ask) and fired.

'Impossible!' DWC looked like he was going to dodge the missile, moving his head to the side as it came at his face.

"Derian!" He understood. As he swung his hockey stick, its blade elongated into a red blaze that sliced into the missile as it passed in front of DWC's eyes.

KA-BOOOOOOM!

DWC seemed disoriented, but not, to my consternation, wounded. I looked downward. I seemed to be heading for the hole the others were in.

WHUMP.

I made a well executed three point landing, holding out my other hand as I did so. 'Oh yeah, nothing's going to land in it.' Quickly covering for myself, I materialized another OICW.

I looked around. Queslin, Echo, CS and Tragic Bill were all looking at me. Phaedrus and Derian landed on their carpet haiku.

"Good to see you again, Mr. President." Bill grinned. "And you, Mr. XO. I liked the Dom fight." I smirked.

Queslin had reverted to total 1337. "4|30|_|7 7||/|3 j00 907 |-|3|23!"
I noticed her attention to be mostly on Phaedrus. 'Hope he likes agressive girls - if we survive this...'

[OOC - Well, this is my version of how we join up with the gang already fighting DWC. If anyone wants to change this (specifically Hatcheter or Phaedrus), let me know. And feel free to write in other actions and such. I'll leave the next stage up to DWC.

Derian - hope you don't mind how I did my character usage. Phaedrus, thank you for the fill in of your poem as you please. Your haiku is greater than mine.

I am assuming Queslin remains interested in Phaedrus.

If anyone uses my character, remember: Style. Always style.

Oh yes, the shirt thing. Seems I started a trend. Heh.

Great posts, everyone.]

[ November 18, 2001: Message edited by: BGMaster ]

[!--OOC: final revisions of my post finished approx. 11:00pm EST. Now agrees with Phaedrus that night is approaching, and the Kimiko singing scene is cuter than my original version, too (you thought it wasn't possible).

And because it's not said enough (yeah, sure): (*J. waves a cane in the air as a bishoujo nurse leads him from the room*) Carry on! You're all doing VERY WELL! very we...

Thank you, British comedy. Go Hatch, great post. Go BG. And dangit, Koryorto, why'd you have to go and give Queslin a stim-pack? Now she's gonna be all cute and hyper.

(*J. falls on the keybpohaewgoa*) Ugh. I'm off for the night. Peace.--]

[ November 17, 2001: Message edited by: J Random Lurker ]

[ooc]
Great, now I'm the one with tests.... Just one big one on monday for now though. I should be able to get something up tomorrow, still thinking of ways to make it funnier.
Not a good week right now. Gotta get my car fixed, see the dentist, and my monitor is all screwy. Has anyone ever had a problem where you get lines on your monitor? Not solid lines, but differences in brightness and contrast? Light areas make bright lines and dark areas like text make dark lines. Already tired reinstalling monitor and vid card drivers. Gonna try a monitor swap with a friend of mine later.
Storywise, Vorpal is still being held in my characters claw. Not dead or unconscious yet. Also waiting to see if Garran is coming back. You having a bout writers block, or you just disgusted with this now Garran?

And Phaedrus, yes Noir is quite awesome. Kirika, Kirika, Kirika. If I were ever to be assasinated I wish she could do it.
Also it is liscenced, but no one wants to say who actually has it. SOMEBODY has it.
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[ November 18, 2001: Message edited by: DietWaterCzar ]

:OOC i was tired and im back ill think of something later why im healed note the people mentioned in this story are names my friends came up with while i wrote this this is my little tribute to them OOC:

*Kaiser stood up in his helicopter fully healed by the talents of Shishito*

He's finally awake he finally awoke*I yell as I look out the side door*

Hahahahahaha I knew it I just knew he would awake ahahaha!

medic: who are you talking about
Kaiser: Quiet FOOL! The one I speak of is him the one who will bring about my reveange!

medic2: sir you are not quit healed for battle now come rest will be back in a short while.
Kaiser:HEAD BACK NOW! I will unleash my full fury. I will finally use it in battle!
medic: sir you cant! you cant transform i wont let you!*kaiser just glances at him* Very well pilot turn around!

Soon Czar soon i will make you stronger i will pass your soul on to the other side.

[ November 28, 2001: Message edited by: G.Kaiser ]

[ooc]
[story strategy]
Phaedrus's current goal is to recover DWC for Kimiko, either alive and normal, or tragically dead. I presume that VB and DWC have privately discussed how their denouement is going to work out, and I will not be interfering with that.

In the event that DWC survives, I have a scenario in my head that could plausably return him to normal. DWC - are you looking for that to happen? Do you already have a scene in mind for that or would a suggestion be welcome?

[added later]
I've been fleshing out a rough draft of this proposed scene, and I'm liking it a lot. The draft ends up with DWC faced with a choice between good and evil / redemption and damnation.

***

If DWC approves, here's what I'd need to make it happen:

1. Kimiko circling in the helicopter with Takahashi, ready to land on a moments notice.

2. BGMaster, Derian, WoK, Echo, Queslin, etc; some group of players still surviving and available to pose a credible threat to DWC (in a presumably weakened condition after battle with VB).

3. My a$$ in one piece long enough to pull off a stroke of legerdemain, despite being in the midst of a battle of near-ghods.

[/story strategy]

[off topic]
DWC: I think Kiriko is the most interesting character in Noir, but IMHO slightly older French women bring a certain elegance to assassination. I'll take my coup de grace from Mireiyu.

Are you sure Noir's been licensed? Anime-Nakama (one of the fansub teams' websites) posted new material as late as 10/26, with no mention of a licensee on the page this morning.
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[ November 25, 2001: Message edited by: Phaedrus ]

[ooc] umm...my charie speaks very little japanese. you know, baka, kawaii, wai! sort of thing. I dont know a lot so dont put any of my speaking in those <> things. ^^;; oh yeah, and thanks for the comments J Random Lurker. oh yeah, and shirtless? no.[/ooc]

I quickly dashed over to the place everyone else was hiding. "Ack, dashing...not...my...*cough* style. Um...Everyone's leaving now? Oh well." I put up a minor shield to at least keep more of those attacks from DWC comming. He's insane j0.

[ooc] whoops, fingers getting onto the l33t side. should stop. I guess it's that j00 d34d f00 shirt I just got...[/ooc]

"Now you guys leave unless you're staying to fight or at least keep DWC alive and make sure Vorpal Blade suffers."

I remembered why I was here again. To keep all other forces from taking over Piro-sama's comic. That was Vorpal Blade, but what about the gigantic, bug ugly(gomen), monster ready to kill all in his path? That poses as a threat to piro-sama, but he's DWC. A compainion on this trip. Maybe he was just tricking us to believing that he was with our side and using us as puppets, that would be a reasonable thing to do for someone that just wants revenge. I could finally see clearly what's my objectives in this battle are and the reason behind them.

The test: Vorpal Blade
Monster: DWC
Purpose: End this now

[ooc] I guess I would prefer to keep DWC alive...so WoK should have no effect against DWC until she finds a weakness to him which will never be If DWC is kept alive, then I can keep him in the picture. curses...need to think on how to draw the monster dude...O.o I think I'll look for bob...[/ooc]

"oh boy.........n33d h34v13r ph1r3p0w3r"
<As I looked at DWC in his monster form,one thought popped into my head'GOTTA GET DEVIL MAY CRY'I take a look at my revolver gun-blade>"erm........that just might work"

<I take out a small cloth-wrapped tool-kit*made by snap-off tm*and proceeded to remove the blade>

M:"now if I just ad..."<I added the barrel from Farsight onto the end of the gun-blades handle,loaded in a few bullets and had a make-shift rail-gun>'its probably gonna blow-up in my face but **** it!'

W:"I.....think....I....have....an.....idea"<WoK quickly conjured a sheild surrounding us>

M:'I must admit thats handy'