YCM: The Roleplay

[Super Chaos Sonic]

"Actually White Hollow..." Chaos said scratching the back of his head. "I do believe that they're some where here in the Role Play District. Because, like them, I spend most of my time here in the Role Plays." He started walking away from the two and said,"So unless you two wanna start searching all over this place...I suggest you just follow me and search here in the Role Plays." Chaos looked at his Messenger and checked his messages; nothing. He sighed and put his Messenger back in his pocket and continued to search through the Role Playing District to find Jake and Atman.

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

Jake left before Michael could even get a word in. For starters how is he supposed to even know where the apartment is. Secondly, like h*** he's going to run after them. He had the stamina of a 12 year old. No, probably less than a 12 year old. The nanobots in his body use most of it to stay working and do all the other s*** they do and quite frankly pretty useful for training since it allows him to power up faster but that's more for later. Right now he'd need to focus first on how to get there. Then it hit him. He could track Atman through his ectoplasm. He took out his phone and found the ghost finding app. It showed a map of the city with red dots wherever ghosts may be. Unfortunately the place was freaking filled with them. "God damnit. Well when all is lost use logic. Hmm...he said apartment...so that must mean in some residential area. He's a dedicated RPer so that must mean he has some place nearby. He also wouldn't have ran like that unless it wasn't to far away. Now if I can find an apartment building nearby then I can find Jake. Oh wait...s***...I forgot. TYhis place is filled with apartments filled with sad sacks who weren't able to make it. Damnit...well maybe I can just walk around some apartments and hope I get lucky." Michael just walked over to the residential area hoping to find anything that stands out with one of the apartments. A hole of course did that. Michael let out a sigh as he headed over to the apartment. "Atman..."

[bury the year]

"Urgg... did I fall asleep again? And during a staff meeting, of all times. Goddammit."

Letting out a loud yawn, Rinne T. (for Thelonious) Airspace stretched out on the large plush couch he had been sleeping on. ("Napping" wasn't a proper word, after all - his sleeping periods could give Rip Van Winkle a run for his money.) Giving a loud yawn, he itched at his hoody and glanced around the expansive room, hoping that anyone else was there.

Nobody. So everyone else just left while he was asleep, eh? That wasn't cool. Whatever. Languidly getting up - or rather, rolling off the couch to land on the ground with a "thud!" - Air popped open the lid of his Messenger. There were a few automatic PMs related to profile comments: he ignored those. However, the topmost one interested him, and he poked the touchscreen.

"[STAFF] Warning Assignments - Rinne, this means you. Go work for once in your life."

"Aw. Do I really have to? You know I don't like it when people use my given name." Of course, there was nobody else to respond to the now-disgruntled mod, so he checked the list of targets and mod assignments. He only had one, probably because all the other staff knew he was rather lazy. Obsidian. Name didn't ring a bell, but then again, Air's preponderance to not socializing meant he didn't know names. After running through the mental list of people he knew who could go under such an alias, the blond mod came up with nothing. "Guess I might as well wander around for a bit," he finally sighed.

Digging his hand into the crevices between the couch cushions, he pulled out a gigantic black ballpoint pen, the tip of which was leaking rainbow-colored ink. Air put the tip of the pen against the ground, towards a nearby window, and pushed up. A tightrope-like line of solidified ink shot out through the window and snaked through the sky, aiming towards the Fiction and Roleplaying sections. Putting a foot on top tentatively, he extended both arms and walked right up and out, until the only thing separating him from the vast blue expanse below was a inch-thin line.

That didn't concern him, though.

(((Watch your line counts, guys. I can and will lock this thing. )))

[Jake the Sage]

Normally people wait until I unlock the door and let them in before heading inside my home. Guess that line of thought doesn't apply to Atman. Nope. He came flying in at top speed, crashing through the locked door and into the living room; I'm not even going to mention the stuff he broke before coming to a stop. All he said was 'oopse' before getting up, but at least he kind of . . . sort of . . . apologized, I suppose . . .

"Hey we lost 6," Lora mentioned as the group looked around, finally noting that he was no where in sight. Sighing I said that he probably got lost and we would have to start without him, but at that time he appeared from the elevator breathing heavily and cursing about me leaving him behind. Laughing I explained I thought he'd be able to keep up but quickly let it slide as we walked into my humble home.

The small apartment didn't seem to grand considering how much I made. The kitchen and living room were connected together and from there you could easily walk into any room in the place; my room being locked of course. Though everything was bland and not high tech the shelves held many different oddities that seemed out of this world. I had to tell people more than once not to touch them, something I've grown accustomed too whenever guests were around. Finally leading the group to a back door, Lora told everyone it was the spare bedroom, I turned and looked at everyone with a smile, "We'll be training in here, okay?"

I waited for the invariable, 'how are we all going to train in such a small room' from somebody as my hand remained on the door knob.

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[quote name='Airspace' timestamp='1294518351' post='4920746']
(((Watch your line counts, guys. I can and will lock this thing. )))

[b]BY-ATMAN: We're looking at you, White Hollow.[/b]
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"So, when do we start?" Atman asked, not caring about the size of the room, as he's done battle in smaller locales. He turned his attention to the door he had ripped from the wall. He picked it up, and was about to lift it and lean it against the wall. His intentions were halted, however, when the door broke apart in his hands... er... paws... um.... whatever. He let the pieces fall, and slowly backed away. Atman turned to face Jake, and started cracking his neck and knuckles. "So, should we just start?"

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A hooded man was in a white room with multiple thrones of different heights back up against the walls. He was looking at his Messenger. There were 19 PMs in a row each written by Falling Pizza. The latest one titled 'LAST CHANCE'. The nobody opened it. It read simply: "If you do not reply, you won't have a space reserved for escape." The nobody simply stared, until finally choosing [SELECT ALL] and [DELETE]. He jumped from his throne and began walking out of Organization XIII...

[CrystalCyae]

Obsidian and "her" dragon landed comfortably in the Role-Play District. She leapt off the small dragon's back and patted it on the head. "Now you, go back to your master." She told it in a calm, soothing voice she reserved for animals. She'd learnt that speaking loudly and angrily made them attack. She had scars to prove it. The dragon nodded, and flew off, becoming a small dot of black against the sky. She smiled, and pulled out a small map. She intended to find the building of Rise of the Superhumans 2. It was a slow moving RP, but it was slowly showing it was much better than the previous. That was because Obsidian wa- Uggh, she need to stop thinking that way. This time, the owner of the building had help. And more members. A much cooler range of powers. Obsidian had been intending to create a third character with hypnosis/ Time stopping powers, but she already controlled and NPC with the time powers, and another member had the hypnotism. Not that tis mattered. She already played as a girl with portal, and a girl with....... Oh s***. What was that power? No matter. This was the planning thread. She could just check the info and outfit quickly, then zip back to the actual RP building, which she had built, and do her usual stupid Role play stuff.

[Mugendramon]

BlindMonkey made his way through the Role-Playing District, a hand of his always on a nearby wall to feel his way through a world made for those with sight, and, at the same time, to read what was the building themed on and who were inside it. He came to visit several of 'haunted houses', as he called them; abandoned buildings before their construction was finished. Alas, there was no chance of him reviving them, or even finish them by himself. [i]Time for me to get a new RP[/i], Monkeh thought.

However, as he walked his way up to the very border of the Role-Playing District, where new buildings were constantly founded, most of them dying before reaching their 3 floors, Monkeh perceived footstep. But these were heavy, yet gracious. The sound of that weight, he could tell was but one thing. The Hammer even Hammers fear. The one that can bring you death with a single rub. The Banhammer. But that way of walking, he knew, could be that of only one. He knew well.

BlindMonkey had stumbled into PikaPerson01.

[Catterjune]

The dark haired woman rather envied her victim. He didn't have to suffer in seeing what a terrible place this board truly was. Perhaps deep inside his subconscious, he was seeing YCM in a better way. A better website and better board then it truly was. But it barely mattered to her much.

Slowly following behind him, banhammer at the ready, she hadn't yet noticed that her sneaking about wasn't working well. The subtler movements from him, the slowing of his pace, it took her a moment to realize BlindMonkey had identified her.

"So, figured me out eh?" She stated, a light chuckling as she ran a hand through her hair. "Despite being a blind monkey, perhaps you're not as dim as one would assume."

Subtly would be the key here. It's always best to get fully behind someone before you stab them in the back, or so they say.

A casual smirk, though she hadn't stopped to think he couldn't see it. "Just came here to... thank you, I guess, for reporting an offense to the mods. In this day and age, idiots on this site are either too busy laughing at trolls or trolling themselves to bother to remember that cursing and swearing doesn't bring down another member as well a strike to the back of the head does."

She gave her hammer a fancy twirl, before placing it back upon her hips.

"So yeah... thanks." She extended an hand, forgetting the monkey was blind. "Uhh... handshake?"

[Mugendramon]

PikaPerson said one word. 'Handshake'. Monkeh stopped dry at it. He turned around pointed a finger at the Moderator, and yelled; "[img]http://mmii.info/icons/NatePerkins/games_pheonixWrightAceAttorney-objection.gif[/img] A Moderator would never speak that way to a civilian here. Trust my blind eyes when I tell you. Once you've seen a Mod, you've seen them all." Just as the suited monkey finished his statement, the sign appeared before him. This time he just picked it up, and returned to face his previous direction. He walked on, expecting Pika to follow him. While playing with his finger around the sharp edges of the deadly word, BlindMonkey spoke on. "Trolls have always been like that. Reporting them is pleasant..." He pulled up his glasses a little, not wanting Pika to notice the blankness of his non-working eyes, "...but I say; trolls have always been there. What's with the friendly approach, all of a sudden?" Monkey turned around, and pointed his white stick at the young lady, straight between the eyes, inches away from her forehead. "I might be blind, but some stuff about me makes up for it. Now tell me, O Governor of this Beautiful Planet we call home, what is your reason to thank an everyday action, or even try and offer a handshake to someone who can't see it?"

Monkeh was growing suspicious now. Whatever her intentions were, they involved him. [i]Which are they, though; is a different issue...[/i] he thought.

[Jake the Sage]

I smiled as I heard Atman say he was happy with training in such a small room. He had NO idea what was in store for him in reality and probably did noby else in the group besides Lora and myself. Twisting the door knob a green dot above it switched to a red one and I slowly opened the door. Walking not into an incredibly crampt room like they had been thinking, no instead we all walked into a massive high tech room with people walking back and forth with clipboards in tow. Grinning as everybody gapped in awe I waved my hand for them to keep up and lead them up to the receptionist desk. Sitting behind the desk was a woman with skin as white as snow and light purple hair, her eyes a deep shade of ice blue that glanced up quickly, "Welcome home . . . Mr. Valiant."

"No need for formalities Noelle. Me and my friends here," at that note, I motioned behind me at the group who was still looking around at everything, and continued, "Are going to be going to the training room so hold any PMs and Messages for me until I get back okay?"

"Yes sir . . . have fun."

Walking along the shinny pathway I kept thinking someone would ask where we were, but no we made it to the training room door without much in the terms of conversation. The door to the Training Room was something else. A giant titanium door with buttons, switched and knobs all adorning it the screen seemingly could be set to any type of battle condition you could think of. There was even a G to M setting as one person noticed. Turning around I smiled and asked, "So what level of training do you guys wanna do?"

[Desu the Blue Nerd]

To be honest Michael was extremely unimpressed and not just the fact that the reason they gort there seemed more magic based. The place seemed less complex to him than the nanobots running through his bloodstream. In fact the only thing he ended up doing was yawning. Though to be honest he was surprised that Jake was able to obtain all this. And be able to pay all these people when his normal apartment seemed to be a craphole but to be fair everything seemed cleaner than his place. The 'maid' he had moved out to be with her prince charming and all that Cinderella. Quite frankly she was really just a squatter but damn she could fold laundry.

Now he was going back to focusing on the property this place uses. "So...Mr. Valiant." He snickered a bit. "Is this place magic based, science based, or the strange love child of both? I don't see any magic glowing rocks or any sort of voodoo s*** so I'm going to assume science. Personally I'm not much for magic. It's not an inability to use but just more about preference." He brought his hand out as if he was showing Jake something. A grenade appeared in his hand. "I prefer this kind of fireball." Michael gripped onto the grenade and it soon dissappeared, then crossed his arms. "Well you probably don't care for random ramblings so I'll just tell you my preference for the training level. Give me all you've got Mr. Valiant."

[Jake the Sage]

I coulnd't help scowling as 6 continued to use my last name. I wasn't opposed to having it being there, but it just sounded odd when people used it. I had half a mind to knock 6 across the head the second time he said it, but luckily he answered my question which made me decide not too. Turning back to the concole I begin to click and type in lines of code I hear Lora explaining about the place. She said that it was more magic that brought us here and stated the door we'd pass through was 'borrowed' from Howl of the Studio Ghibli film "Howl's Moving Castle". She said once I had twisted the knob to the red dot it lead us to the personal training complex in his private castle, which was in a magical realm, but the entire place ran soley on the highest technology I'd been able to get my hands on. Tapping the final key I look back at everybody, "Well 6 you wanted the most intense training I could give you . . . so don't say I didn't warn you . . ."

[Mr. Hyde]

Nazo had left the group after the stretching practice. He knew he had to train Kimeramon and himself for an extreme situation, and went to the outskirts of General City. "Kimeramon...i hope that you've been training while in the digital world?" Kimeramon closed it's eyes and nodded. It also gave a slight grunt at Nazo. Nazo smirked and smiled, "Good...". He then ripped off his cape, and revealed two large claws on the side of his hips. He placed them on his hands and clacked the claws. Kimeramon growled. He knew what was coming and hammered his arm into the ground where Nazo was standing. "You've gotten faster!" Nazo said revealing two small cannons on the inside of the claws. The cannons then charged energy and shot an enormous energy wave at Kimeramon. Kimeramon countered with a Heat Viper blast from it's mouth.

There was a large explosion.

[Final Fantasy Revolution]

FFR was looking around the big room, he was indeed impressed about the; however, he somewhat expected something like this from Jake. "I usually prefer a good medium paced training level but I'm sure I can keep up with anything these youngins have to show." FFR said and then looked at the group of people that he was about to train with. He hasn't seen much of Jake or Lora but at least it was something more than nothing.

[Catterjune]

Our dark haired antagonist raised a brow, unsure he'd see it. "Honestly, you put the position of moderator at too high of a pedestal." A light smirk as she tossed a hand through her hair.

"The people chosen to be mods aren't much different from the common layman. Just slightly better at debating, and a cut above in physical prowess." She smirked as she looked over the cane he pointed in her face. "Something you may want to take into account before waving your stick around again."

A polite grin as she placed a hand upon his cane. Assuming he looks similar in size and appearance as that Family Guy monkey, she easily hoisted him and cane, raising it to her eye level.

"But enough with the hostility, for the both of us." she let go of the cane, letting him and the staff fall. Deep down, she hoped this wouldn't count as godmodding or something. >_>

"I didn't come all this way to thank you, just so you know. I merely saw you in passing, and figured it an appropriate enough time." She had hoped this lie would be well enough to let him forget she had been following him.

"As you may or may not be aware, the TCG section is a terrible hole. Always arguing, always trolling. A girl needs something to relieve stress... so I came to the RP section."

"Is that a problem?" She ran a hand through her hair, awaiting his reply. "If not, I'm unfamiliar with the area. You wouldn't mind giving me a tour or introducing me to people, correct?" She crossed her arms across her chest, a bit of an impossing posture to her, once again forgetting he couldn't see it.

[Mugendramon]

The monkey got quite shocked with him being raised off the floor. [i]My feet away from ground,[/i] he thought, [i]I am as blind as I should be. I must remember not to threaten if I am not to actually attack.[/i]
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As the Mod, beginning to utilize a slightly nervous tone of voice, Monkeh raised an eyebrow under his pitch-black glasses. As he was lowered to the ground, he instantly picked his stick up, and tossed the red and white sign into the air. "First of all, lady. My apologizes for that rude assault. Regarding the, 'tour'? thing you asked me, I might not know as much as you do about this place either." Trying his best not to trigger his horrendously big smile, he turned away from the girl. "I have been to several RPs, including that one over there..." Monkeh pointed at the Magical Academy building, and later on to BLEACH: Fragments. "Unfortunately, the latter is halted, and the first is dead. I know a few RPers, but only from a Club."

Realizing letting one's guard down before a Moderator was a mistake, he quickly dismissed the subject, turned around to, uh... one would say 'look at', but this was not the case, and asked an unrelated question. "I... noticed over the course of today that the whole site was Mod-free." Monkeh lowered his glasses and raised one eyebrow, staring at Pika with his blank eyes. "Do you know what the reason of this was, eh...?"

He was not the best at mind games, but would lose nothing by trying.

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Atman was impressed with such an amazing use of magic, albeit pointless. But, he didn't judge (out loud). He thus materialized his gunblade, the Requiem, and prepared to switch it from gun mode to sword mode. "So, are we just gunna talk about dificulty level, or get to business." At 'business', Atman charged at Jake the Sage, swinging the sword at Jake’s neck.

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[quote name='Nazo™' timestamp='1294624644' post='4924295']Nazo had left the group after the stretching practice. He knew he had to train Kimeramon and himself for an extreme situation, and went to the outskirts of General City. "Kimeramon...i hope that you've been training while in the digital world?" Kimeramon closed it's eyes and nodded. It also gave a slight grunt at Nazo. Nazo smirked and smiled, "Good...". He then ripped off his cape, and revealed two large claws on the side of his hips. He placed them on his hands and clacked the claws. Kimeramon growled. He knew what was coming and hammered his arm into the ground where Nazo was standing. "You've gotten faster!" Nazo said revealing two small cannons on the inside of the claws. The cannons then charged energy and shot an enormous energy wave at Kimeramon. Kimeramon countered with a Heat Viper blast from it's mouth.

There was a large explosion.[/quote]
Not far from where Nazo and Kimeramon were training, was the beach. General City was originally meant to be a place for relaxation and merriment, and was going to be built on the beach, but the ground any closer proved too unstable. A few destroyed building still remain, but most have turned to rubble. Despite the ruins, the beach is still quite beautiful. But, something was… wrong. If Nazo were to look of at the horizon, well… that’s just it…

…There was no horizon. Just a black emptiness.

(OoC: THAT YOU SHOULD NOT APPROACH)

[Jake the Sage]

Having set the training module to it's highest safety ranking, that I thought the group could handle, I hear Atman talking about buisness for some reason and then felt a the tingle of something pointing into the back of my neck. Glancing behind me I could see Lora holding onto a sword with her bare hands, which had begun to bleed, and was glaring at Atman. Wrenching the weapon away from him she held it to her side and began to yell at him that if he was going to pull a stunt like that it would've been better to try and assassinate her dad/me when we were asleep or when no one else was around. Though Lora thought this was Atman's real intention I guessed it was probably a misunderstanding, Atman isn't that stupid . . . or brave.

"Lora give Atman back his weapon," I said and took it from her, making my statement a bit redundant when I think about it. Tossing it to him I told him we'd all be on the same team working together [i]once[/i] we stepped inside the training system. I turned, unsure if Atman'd blush from embarrassment or just feel stupid, and opened the chamber doors. Once everyone had been herded inside Lora shut the door and we were left all cramped together in a pitch dark room.

[i]"System Pass Code"[/i] the mechanical voice called out in the darkness to which I merely replied, "Keys."

In a violent barradge of light and sound the room around our bbodies seemed to expand, swirl and become more detailed with each passing second. Soon we even felt the heat of appearing flames and the sounds of gunfire in the distance until the full view of a battlefield appeared around us. Grinning the mechanical voice sounded off, [i]"Transportation into Simulation Level 6, Complete."[/i]

"Alright guys . . . we're here," I said standing at the top of a hill, allowing everyone to soak in the unbelievable sight stretched out before them.

[Mr. Hyde]

A fist was thrusted at Nazo. As the fist hit all of his body, his face turned towards a black, desolate wall. "What the hell?!" he said as he flew through the air. He hit a rock and sputtered some spit in pain. He wiped his mouth off and smirked. "Let's hope i don't knock you into that darkness..." he said as a Heat Viper blast shot him. It exploded on contact. Nazo appeared behind Kimeramon and charged another beam of energy that was shot, and exploded at the base of it's neck. "Good training so far..." Nazo said. Kimeramon groaned as he dropped to his knees.

[CrystalCyae]

Obsidian walked briskly into the Rise of the Superhumans 2 building. She wanted her quick visit over and done with. Nothing much hapened, so she needn't have worried about having to stay a while. Thankfully. This remake had many more RPers, therefore more hassle, even as co-host. Also, whenever someone applied, life was hell. If she'd accept, she'd wait forever for zzuxon to accept. If zzuxon acepted, he'd PM her telling her to do it. And he had a different schedule. Compared to hers. So he often PMed her while she was sleeping, or in the middle of more important things. God it was ANNOYING!.
Luckily, nothing had happened. No new things she needed to worry about. She could relax, perhaps do some RPing. Relax sounded good. She'd spent far to long creating that Bulbasuar card. And it was annoying, to say the least. But right now, her profile didn't feel like the right relaxation place. Too many people knocked on her door, or perred through her windows. At least she wasn't the ONLY one.
The beach didn't seem a good place either. She just wasn't in the mood to swim, or get covered in sand because she triped over or started doing beach athletics. It wasn't comfy getting covered in sand. She knew this from countless times of falling flat on the sand.
Obsidian decided she'd just go to her profile and relax. All she'd have to do is bury herself in the large pile of cushions in the corner, pull the curtains over the windows, and lock the door. Just not in that order.

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[quote name='Jake the Sage' timestamp='1294720711' post='4926842']
"Lora give Atman back his weapon," I said and took it from her, making my statement a bit redundant when I think about it. Tossing it to him I told him we'd all be on the same team working together [i]once[/i] we stepped inside the training system. I turned, unsure if Atman'd blush from embarrassment or just feel stupid, and opened the chamber doors. Once everyone had been herded inside Lora shut the door and we were left all cramped together in a pitch dark room.
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(OoC: We're going a little too deep into your world, Jake. This training area is fine, but we should get back to YCM soon.)

"Awwwwww," Atman said with a sad face, catching his Requiem and ignoring the 'war' going on around them. "We don't get to fight each other!? How boring!!" Atman looked around at the actual battle field. It wasn't too impressive. It looked like the cross-breed of an apocalypse movie and a war movie. Atman's seen worse. Seeing as to the fact that there were clearly two sides fighting in this war, Atman looked at Jake. "Are they shooting at us, or each other? Oh, and if each other, do we kill a certain side, or all of them?"

[Serenity the Candyman]

Serenity had indeed gotten the alone time he needed to prepare his next move here at YCM. With all those earthquakes, it sounded like a good idea to leave this place for good. After much thought and contemplating the situation at hand, Serenity reasoned that his place was needed here after all. [i]Besides, if something worse was afoot, YCM will need me aswell. Lets just hope that the worst case is in fact the earthquakes and that's it.[/i] Looking around, It seems that Serenity had managed to be in the ruins of the original site of General City before its location change. [i]Must have traveled to where it was most quiet.[/i] he thought as he looked at the condition of the nearest building.

[i]Might as well head back towards RP and see where 6 and Atman are on that RP they were talking about.[/i] he thought as wings grew once again, this time purple to reflect his mood. He lifted up to the air and took one final look at the Ruins that was underneath him. [i]An idea gone to waste. If only....[/i]He stopped mid thought as his gaze was now on the horizon. At least that is what Serenity thought it was. Trying to get a better view just to make sure he wasnt hallucinating, he flew closer, about another half a mile closer. Now he was sure of what he saw and it startled him. [i]No Horizon?! What the hell is going here?!!! [/i]

[Jake the Sage]

<OOC: Don't worry this training session wont take long *evil grin*>

Atman didn't seem too impressed with gthe current situation, which was getting on my nerves. I would've though everybody would be more impressed that we had been transported to another plane of exsistance to have a training session without any holding back; we could even kill willingly if we wanted too. Walking in front of my he asked what the conditions where and who we were fighting specifically. It was at that time I figured the fun could officially begin and I gave him a nice right hook to the face, hard enough to knock him back. Before my left foot, which had been brought up to keep my balance, had landed Lora kicked both 6 and Final Fantasy in the face and leapt off of them; she of course landed with her back to mine. Chuckling we both flew up into the sky and looked down at them, "Well seeing as you are [i]all[/i] begininers in my simulation I think it will be Lora and I against your group. Oh! By the way . . ."

"We have allies," I finished as a group climbed to the top of a hill and looked down at the group. Most were my own original creations from across the RP Section I had used, Bordimour being the most notable one next to Sammael Ammon Van Hellsing, while others were from popular anime and manga brought to life. Crouching down Bordimour's tail swished to and fro as he eyed the group for the strongst person avaiable to fight, "The one who got the left kick to the face [Final Fantasy] . . . I want to take his life . . ."

"Aye, choose whichever you desire demon," Sammael said cracking his knuckles whilst he slide down the slop and continued heading towards 6, "I shall put the wee one out of his misery soon enough."

Not saying a word the other one merely looked at Atman and stood before him.

[Final Fantasy Revolution]

FFR was just standing there observing the events when he was suddenly got kicked in the face by Lora and then her and Jake started walking off. Before he could even recover from the kick he was "greeted" by a tailed creature who went by the name of Bordimour. "Well then uh...hi?" FFR said and then touched his hood. "Vayne Krieger..." FFR said and suddenly a huge poof of smoke appeared within the group as the area was coated with the stuff. FFR had turned into a man with average and uninteresting facial characteristics. He had jet black hair that was brought up into spikes and had a pair of black sunglasses covering his blue eyes. His skin was of a very light tan and he has a pale complexion. The look on his face was pretty serious at the moment. He was wearing a dark green cloak but instead of wearing it closed up he wore it in more of an open coat kind of fashion. Within the cloak and on his upper half he had on a long sleeved black shirt that is covered in the middle with a dark blue combat vest that he was probably wearing for some extra storage space and for some extra protection. On his bottom half he had light brown satin pants that were held up with a black belt that had a silver guard on it. On his feet he was wearing jet black leather shoes with hard soles for running and climbing. He held a sword on the left side of his belt; however, his dark green cloak was hiding it from view. "This form never gets any exercise." Vayne looked over to Bordimour. "Names Vayne Krieger, good ta know ya." Vayne said and then turned to the rest of the group.

[Jake the Sage]

"Where are you looking!?" Bordimour said appearing in front of Final Fantasy, crouched down and looking up at the transformed fighter. Grinning he slung his hand up and clipped his target on the chin, hard enough to send him flying into the air. Standing up he quickly formed hand signs as if from Naruto and held his hands to his mouth, "Fire Style: Pheonix Flower Jutsu!"

Spewing out the flames of the famed move he watched as the enemy dodged, swirved, and evaded most of them whilst still getting hit by a few. Shrugging Bourdimour made a mental note to stick to what he knew, moves outside his own personal never got pulled off the way he wanted, and some times they completely backfired on him. Lowering his stance once more the ground at his feet cracked as he readied to attack when Final Fantasy was knocked back out of the air by an invisible hit. [i]"what are you waiting for Bordimour?! They wanted extreme so give them f*cking extreme!"[/i] he heard Jake's voice yelling in his head and, looking up, he saw that it was his creator which had knocked Final Fantasy out of the sky.

I had precious ammount of time to have actually landed that blow on Final Fantasy, but I'll have to say I was suprised he got hit by Bordimour so easily. At this state in his transformation Lora could easily overpower him and my own hit was drastically weakened; together we were no more powerful than an average roleplayer/fighter. Luckily I had discovered way to improve my fighting despite a weakened physical stature. Thinking about it I made a mental note to thank Evangeline and Takamichi once I saw them agian, [i]"Her training and his fighting techniques really work well together."[/i] Returning my attention to the fight I called out to Final Fantasy, "Come on old chap . . . don't tell me a couple well landed punches were enough to take you out of the fight!"