 | What a generic week. Nate and Chisato fighting means we probably won't be interviewing any Godlikes or Lights, and like hell we're having any middles after the week 1 fiasco.
|
 | Who are you fighting, boss?
|
 | I'm fighting a generic Suikoden mage.
|
 | I'm fighting a generic FF villian.
|
 | I'm fighting not to laugh at you two, as you're both gonna lose.
|
 | I'm fighting the battle of the bulge. Who thought frosting out of the can would be so fattening.
|
 | Fight? FIGHT? You dare talk about your pathetic squabbles when something far more important than you is about to occur? I, the great White Wolf and Lord of Norgard, have set my sights on my next target for expansion. Victory shall be me. Those who doubt will be punished severely, as nothing can stop my day of glory.
|
| The only expansion here is in my pants. Stupid white frosting.
|
| ..Did..
|
| Urk.
|
| ...Someone get me the Profound Darkness.
|
 | ROAR. I AM EVIL.
|
| Odin's sitting over there, talking about how much you expand his pants. In graphic detail.
|
| He... HEY! That's not true!
|
| !!!! *SMASH*
|
| WHY? DEAR ME, IT BURNS AND FREEZES AT THE SAME TIME!
|
| Much better. Vaynard?
|
| You call upon the decorated and skilled White Wolf. What bit of knowledge do you seek?
|
| STOP. WASTING. VALUABLE. AIR. TIME. YOU. WORTHLESS. IDIOT.
|
| The tactical genius and leader of the Norgard Defence Force knows not of what you speak. What I do know is that soon, I will invade and take over another country. With razor sharp planning and an even sharper sword, nothing can dull my shining light. With that, I take my leave. I cannot afford to dally long. Even fate does not wake for perfection in a cape. Exit, stage right.
|
| Ultros?
|
| Yes?
|
| Is stage right where we happen to keep the room of rusty nails and lonely Brahne clones?
|
| Yes. Yes it is. I'll go deadbolt the door behind Vaynard now.
|
| No more interviews today. I've had it with the slipshod security around here. How do these idiots keep getting in, in spite of 27 million gil I've spent on security?
|
 | Ahahaha, silly man. It's entertaining, that's why.
|
 | You've been especially cruel to us Final Fantasy endbosses. That's why we've helped these idiots invade you set the last few seasons!
|
| Poor, poor X-Death. He got a makeover for nothing.
|
| You do know that I'll fix this now that you've told me. Right?
|
| I wouldn't worry about that so much. I'd worry how you're going to look in a dress after our fight. I hope you like tea time! <3
|
| Check that last interview order. Chisato? Scrape Odin's pathetic carcass off the floor, and have Ultros and Gilgamesh beat the hell out of these two. You're taking BtS on the road. I'm going to do a little research on Kuja and get ready to beat him like I did the last loser Final Fantasy boss that messed with me.
|
| Sure, boss. Minions, smite!
|
| ******************Ryu's Dragonsworn Tavern*******************
|
| Much as I love a chance to get smashed, what are the odds we're going to find someone to interview here?
|
 | To us, Rosa.
|
 | To us, Cecil.
|
| To our meeting in the finals. It'll be great to have a chance for a little friendly competition.
|
| To our domination of Heavy.
|
| Cecil won? Woah.
|
| That I did. Rosa and I are just toasting to our success this season. That harlot Sharon couldn't match the power of a Paladin.
|
| Someone pass me a drink. I'd rather see double than listen to this cheery duo blather about nothing.
|
| Didn't the boss say we should be interviewing them?
|
| Interviewing, letting them blather on camera while we do nothing. What's the difference?
|
| Both of you, shush up. Our favorite Ugly Old Man in heavy's about to crash the lovebirds's party.
|
 | Aahh, Rosa. You turned down my offer for free candy last week, and a trip to my lab. How sad. Now you're wasting your time hanging on the arms of that downgrade bait. I'm only going up up up!
|
| Downgrade bait? At least I didn't get beaten by a scientist with glasses who wanders the world with strange children.
|
 | Yeah, you just lost to Dario.
|
| How -dare- you insult Cecil like that, you wretched brat!
|
| I have no more need for damaged goods such as yourself. Mithos is a pure young lady. She accepted my offer of candy, and is gladly willing to assist me in my.. experiments. Oh yes.
|
| LADY?!
|
| Not a word, squidlips.
|
| Hehe!
|
| Unlike Rosa, Mithos is an Angel, pure and sweet. Oh yes, she'll be perfect for my research. Rosa's just some tramp who fell in love with a prettyboy with dark armor.
|
| Damaged goods? Tramp?! You'll regret that!
|
| If it's a fight you want..
|
| BARFIGHT!
|
| A chance for me to shine. Take that, you piking bandit!
|
 | Piking? Sod off, you half baked bloody sheep's cyst! *POW*
|
| In an ironic twist of fate, it looks like Yangus is going to mop the floor with Odin.
|
| Oh Moppy. Is this what you feel when I shove you into the women's bathroom five times a day?
|
| Leave it to Odin to manage to be disgusting even when getting beaten into a pulp.
|
| Forget about him. We need to fight our way out of here. Hiyaaaaaaaah!
|
| ******************Outside the bar, 40 minutes later*******************
|
| Whoof. I haven't had that much fun since the last time Odin was destroyed by an act of god.
|
| So earlier today?
|
| You hush up.
|
| Speaking of lame, looks like the bouncers are finally kicking the last of the losers out.
|
 | Typh typh! TYPHLOSION!
|
 | Ow ow ow..
|
 | What the quack does that mean?
|
 | It means get out and stay out. *Thwack* And no trying to sneak back in, Arnaud!
|
| *Wince* Definitely not the best use of a razor sharp mind.
|
| Quack it. I'm going to go take a nap.
|
| Arnaud. You won an epic fight against fellow Wild ARMs character Beatrice last week. Any comments?
|
| Yeah, why is Typhlosion helping out White Wizard, of all people. Didn't she just beat up Swampert?
|
| Us quiet types have to stick together. Poor Ryu, it's going to be expensive to fix this.
|
| Typhlosion!
|
| Which Ryu?
|
| The silent one.
|
| Duh, everyone knows that.
|
| Argh! Rhett had the right idea. Forget this.
|
| Tisk, tisk. Didn't even answer my question.
|
 | Someone called for a healer?
|
| Yeah, see that bit of red on the walls? That's Odin, the so called almighty allfather. He picked a fight with Yangus. In a bar.
|
| Not his best moment.
|
| This is going to take some time.
|
 | Why don't I lighten the mood with some music? Yeaaaah!
|
| Interesting timing, Karyl. You wouldn't happen to be scouting various lights who were involved in that bar fight?
|
| What, and turn out to be a mastermind who hides behind a foppish bard persona? Never. I'm just interested in playing my tunes and making some cash.
|
| Uh-huh. Consider your cover blown, guitar boy. I have my eye on you.
|
| I hope he has good security, or he'll never shower in peace again.
|
 | Did someone call for a he- YOU.
|
| Ah, my unlucky foe. I'd insult you, but it's obvious you suffered enough as a child with looks like that.
|
| How dare you!
|
| Save it for the arena, porky. I'm too tired to deal with Suikoden angst. We still have to interview people for BtS.
|
| Hey, boss. Ultros recorded everything that happened after the barfight. Plus we have Miss Ugly and Tim to cover light. I think we're off the hook for BtS!
|
| *Sob* Why is everyone so mean?
|
| Because you have a face not even Odin would love.
|
| Sounds good. Nate's too busy to complain, anyway. Cameras off.
|
| Whew. Finally back to normal. Did Chisato say pants off? Great, these things were about to rip anyway. *Zip*
|
| ..You really can't control yourself, can you? DIE!
|
| Sigh. I had just pieced him together. |
Signors, welcome to the RPG Dueling League, an online community dedicated to pitting the fiercest, most PASSIONATE competitors from the RPG world against each other in a battle of fighting skill, and then democratically deciding who wins. I am your humble host, Morrie, and it is my pleasure to introduce you to the Arena, or as I like to call it, THE MONSTROUS PIT!!!