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Ya mon! It's been a hell of a season and now Wakka emerges from the final four into the Heavy finals. After nothing but unsuccessful attempts in tournies past, it must have comforted this sports nut to have his best run yet during March Madness. But, of course, he still has to finish the job. And he has his strategy all set. Since fate has sen fit to put him against yet another mage, he'll get yet more use out of Osmose, and like in the Blitzball arena, no status weapon is illegal. Wakka is definately not the type to fold under pressure, so look forward to a satifying conclusion to this season, folks! |
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Star Blitzballers, graceful though they might be, have nothing on the natural abilites of an elf. Artea's as old school as it gets, relying on magic and his bow to lay down some serious pain. So far, he's already stopped an undead dragoon, a cavewoman and a trashcan with the offensive firepower of a tank. That's a heck of a lineup of foes, and one that reflects well on Artea's natural abilities. Blocking parts of Triple Foul only helps here...not that it would matter if a single attack went through. Artea's proven his toughness, and one lucky shot by a blitzbong expert won't even slow him down. |
SageAcrin Flames engulfed the arena, and ice rimmed the stands. Lightning flashed down from heaven, poison gas filled the arena, the ground shook and floods raged. Despite the arena being fairly far from any major body of water. The very air it's self burned, froze and slashed, and roars and calls and shouts could be heard from all sides. As could the cries of the dying. The dying Godlikes. What could have caused such destruction? It's a long story. *One week ago.* "So, you say this is our route back to power?" Jogurt said, staring blankly at a obsidian orb. "Yes. That foolish thief thought that it was merely a trinket. I forget what she thought it was, some sort of a stone." Lezard said, dismissively. "But I can feel it's raw, surging power, the power of all the elements of existance come to life. With this, no one will ever challenge Lezard Valeth again!" Lezard said, exultantly. "...I thought we both were going back to our rightful positions?" Jogurt said freezingly. "Yes, yes, you'll be Overlord of the Duelling League, while I'm back in Godlike." Lezard said dismissively. "This simple sphere makes it all possible." Lezard said, smiling. "...hmmm. I wouldn't mind being a Godlike, at that." Jogurt said, under his breath. "And why should I bother sharing with Lezard? He'll just screw it up anyhow." --- Jogurt snuck in during the dead of night. While not much in battle, the might of hampsters at stealth surely can't be denied. Within moments, he had bypassed multiple traps, obvious to his cunning, beady little eyes, and reached the drawer next to Lezard's bed, where he knew Lezard must have hidden the mighty sphere, using his brilliant cunning. (Also, it was the only place you could have hidden anything in the room. Lezard's not big on furniture.) Repressing his jubilation, he slowly withdraw the sphere, and snuck around Lezard's bed, his treasure in hand, cautiously avoiding Lezard, who was now mumbling in his sleep. Then a massive swarm of butterflies surrounded Jogurt. Apparently, Lezard sleep-spellcasts. The abrupt event so startled the jumpy rodent that he promptly tripped a trap, teleporting him out of the room. And some fifty thousand feet in the air. Lezard swore for days about the sphere, and knew Jogurt had something to do with what happened next, but neither Jogurt nor the sphere were anywhere to be found... *Two days later.* "Mmmm...squeak?" Jogurt said, returning to conciousness. "Hey, look, the cute little guy's awake!" Meg said happily. "Squeak, squeak?" Jogurt said, puzzled. He felt something was wrong about this situation, but he couldn't remember what. Or anything else, for that matter. "Are you okay?" Meg said, bringing over some various vegetables for the giant hampster. "You know he can't speak, right?" Rina said. "Well, that's what these are for." Ayda said, pulling out a Listening Crystal. "I finally managed to find out where Badeaux keeps his stash of these things. Greedy of him not to share." She said, applying it to Jogurt's forehead. Quickly, it became apparent that the hampster had no memory of anything. Not even what the mysterious black ball with him was. "Hmmm. Well, I guess he can stay in here." Leona said, shrugging. "This may be the women's dormatories, but a pet doesn't really count against it. And we've stretched points on having only Dunan Unification War members here before. Meg can keep him." "What do we do with this ball, though? It's almost sort of mechanical, I think." Meg said. "I could take it apart..." "...No." Leona said. "The last time you tried that, you blew half of us up. No, if it's mechanical, we'll just sell it off to someone that can use it..." *A day later.* Cid stared at the ball, puzzled. "Hmmm. I don't know what this damned thing does, do you? Doesn't seem airship related, that's for sure." Cid pulled off his hood, and scratched his head. "Nope." "Neither do I. &*$**$& unbelievable." Cid said, annoyed. "And that silly girl managed to make us interested enough to pay a decent amount for it." Cid said. "Well, hell, what are we going to do with this thing?" Cid said. "I'd give it to Rikku, but she's liable to throw it at something to kill it!" The five Cids stared across the table at the black ball, puzzled. "Well." Cid the Third said, sighing. "We know it's containing a vast, unbelievable power capable of leveling nations. We could open it, and probably kill all of us. Shut..." "We don't have a damned clue beyond that." Cid the Fourth finished. "I could swear I've seen something like this, before. Something to do with quasi-magical semi-science from another world. Filgaia? No, that's not it...Monsbaiya? Mmm, feels somewhat familiar there, but...no, not quite...I don't know. I just can't recall." Cid the Sixth said, sighing. "But I don't know what to make of it." "Damnit, we paid a *&#$&%^ damned lot of money for this thing." Cid the Seventh muttered. "So what? It's not like we're poor, we're responsible for half the damned technology here." Cid the Tenth said. "But this damned thing's annoying. It's near-limitless power with no way to get it out!" "So what do you suggest we do?" Cid the Sixth said. "Simple. Give it to some damned mages." Cid the Tenth said, shrugging. "They have time to waste on stupid crap like this!" *Three days later.* "Damn it, what the hell does the thing do besides being totally unable to make up it's mind what element it orients to or how much energy it puts out?" Brey said, rubbing his eyes. "And it does so infinitely. Without apparently drawing on anything to do it." Crowley said, taking a swig of some coffee and rubbing his forehead. "We've been trying to figure this thing out for 32 hours now, and..." "Achoo!" Viki said sleepily, teleporting from her chair to a spot ten feet away, and promptly falling over. "...and all we've done is managed to get ridiculously sleepy and annoyed." Crowley finished, helping Viki to her feet. "And, in a few cases, drunk." Rune said, annoyedly poking a snoring Zhuzhen and Gallows. "What the hell is this thing designed for? No runic structures, no energy output or inputs ports, no effects on the environment around it, no annoying shrill shrieks when you electrocute it, nothing. It seems like it's just designed to be opened and everything around it explode....and there's far more effecient designs for bombs. Also far less stable ones." "All we've found is the damned opening button. Which seems like it'd open it right after leaving your hand. It makes no sense." Rune finished. "Well, I have one good suggestion." Brey said, sighing. "What?" Half a dozen voices around the table said or mumbled sleepily. "We go get some sleep and forget this thing exists for a while, then talk it over with other people. Who knows, maybe we just need to talk to the right person to find out what it is.." Brey said. "I'm certainly out of ideas, when the best technical and magical minds, or at least decent substitutes, have no clue what this thing does. *Two days later.* "Huh, so this is the thing that puzzles everyone?" Yuri said, staring down at the ball. "Yes." Brey said, sighing. "All we know is that we have no damned clue what to make of it." "Well, at least you can enjoy a good fight, and take your mind off things." Yuri said, relaxing in his seat, as Wakka proceeded to beat the hell out of a statused Artea. "...Or maybe not so good. But hey, violence is relaxing, too, right?" "Am I late?" Edge said, dashing up to the stands. "Yes, very." Yuri said, nodding. "Oh, damnit. Get out of the way, Brey! I've got a bet on this match!" Edge said. "On Artea." "...you bet on Artea?" Yuri said, looking at Edge strangely. "The odds were too good!" Edge said, sighing. "Say, Edge, what do you make of this thing, anyways?" Brey said, wondering how a world-wise ninja/thief/ladies man would react to it. It was, after all, about the only type of person they hadn't asked yet. "This? What is it, a Pokeball?" Edge said, scornfully. "Meh." He added, tossing it into the arena. "Maybe I can bean Wakka with i-" "NOOOOOOOOOO!" A couple dozen voices shrieked in unison, as the ball lightly fell into the arena. A brilliant flash of light engulfed the arena... *Nine days ago.* "...?" Ash said, staring blankly at Professor Oak's jubilation. "This is it! This is the true ultimate Pokeball! My life's work is complete!" He yelled happily, dancing a jig around his labratory. "This is the one, true Omni Ball, the ultimate in Pokemon catching! Do you understand what this means, Ash?" Ash promptly held up a sign marked "No.". "Oh. Well, the Omni Ball is the latest, best improvement on the Master Ball design! Just toss it into the air, and it catches one of each and every Pokemon ever! Without them even being on the same planet! All that needs to be done now is testing it, then I can use this prototype to build special species balls! Pokemon hunting is over, everyone can have whatever they want!...well, as long as there's still some left not owned by trainers, at any rate." Oak said, frowning. "Actually, that may take a large portion of the fun out of things. And...also, no more hunting." He said, sighing. "Which is half the fun. Still, I've come this far, and it must be tested! Will you do it, Ash!" Ash promptly held up a sign marked "No.". "Oh, it won't kill you to stop saying things just to annoy me for once. Will you do it, Ash?" Ash promptly held up a sign marked "No.". "Oh, it won't kill you to stop saying things just to annoy me for once. Will you do it, Ash?" Ash, sighing, held up a sign marked "Yes.". "That's the spirit! Get going!" Ash sighed, grabbed the pure, solid black ball, walked outside, and lobbed it into the air. A massive shimmering of light engulfed the ball, and screaming and raging Pokemon could be seen flying towards the ball. From Bulbasaur to Deoxys, within a flash, every Pokemon could be seen flying towards, and into, the sphere. Finally, it clapped shut, shook a few thousand times, and fell to the ground. "...!" Ash said, staring at the ball. Picking it up, he started back towards the Professor's lab. --- "Hmmm? What's a little boy doing out here?" Imoen said. "Ah, well. Maybe I can bump into him. All the people here seem to carry around good stuff, even if there aren't as many treasures." Imoen said, stealthily sneaking up behind Ash, and picking his pocket. (Ash, being a blithely carefree boy, never noticed. Besides, he was fighting a Pidgey at the time.) "Huh, what's this? An Ioun Stone or something?" Imoen said, fiddling with the black sphere. "Hmmm. Doesn't seem to float. It is kinda weird about how much energy it's putting out, though. It's like it's hot and cold at the same time. Ah, well, maybe it's a broken one. If I can find some mage to sell it to, I'll make a decent chunk of cash, either way..." *Nine days later.* A massive shriek filled the arena, as hundreds of Pokemon filled it. And landed on Artea. "...how...how...could...I miss...that throw?" Edge said. "How!?" "Because me and Brey were trying to grab the damned ball out of your hand when you tossed it, maybe?" Yuri said, watching the spectacle of multiple half-ton Pokemon pop out of a tiny black ball and fall on Wakka, smashing him farther and farther into the ground. Then the Pokemon started to land on each other. And fight. "..." Brey, Yuri and Edge said, staring at the spectacle. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Brey and Yuri yelled, pointing at Edge. While Edge yelled the same thing, and pointed at both of them. "If you hadn't thrown that thing, this place wouldn't be on fire right now!" Brey said. "And if you hadn't interfered, I'd be a million Gil richer right now!" Edge said. "...you bet that much on Artea!? What the hell is wrong with you, Edge?" "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time. I mean, 100/1 odds, right?" The argument was abruptly cut short by a Hyper Beam slashing between Yuri and Edge, to detonate the next eight rows of seats behind them. "...can we continue this in a place where we won't get ripped in half by cute fuzzy animals!?" Brey yelled. "...sure." "Fine." Edge and Yuri said, walking out seperate exits of the arena. "...sigh." Brey said, following Yuri. --- "Squeak!" Jogurt said happily, as Lo Wen hugged him "How did you ever find such a cute pet, Meg?" Nanami said, petting Jogurt. "Well, I was walking along one day..." Meg started. --- "That lucky rodent. He steals my sphere of incredible power and ends up surrounded by beautiful women!" Lezard said, staring at Jogurt's image through the power of the Philosopher's Stone. "And he pretends to be amnesiac! Just some normal, several foot tall gerbil!" Lezard said, angrily. "And I can't even get to him to burn him for his transgressions!" "Well, one thing's certain. That rodent will pay for this." Lezard said ominously. "Meanwhile, I'll simply use another object of power to further my designs on Godlike." Lezard said. "Now, if only I knew how to unlock Argetlahm's true powers..." He said, smiling down at the machine gun in front of him. "If I only could figure out this thing's true power, I could destroy them all! Ahahahahaha!" Lezard said, laughing happily... --- "Well, did you test the ball?" Professor Oak said eagerly. "..." Ash said. "What!? It was stolen!?" Oak said, staring at the boy, stunned. Ash held up a sign marked "Yes.". "...mmm. Maybe it's best this way." Oak said, turning to a window. "After all, would people really appreciate Pokemon if life was that easy? Would people really appreciate their power and beauty and cuteness and strength? Would people really treat them as the true friends that they should? Would anyone make Pokemon a way of life if it was just as simple as tossing a ball in the air? Do you understand what I am saying, Ash?" Ash shrugged, and shook his head. "...You know I'm just going to keep pestering you until you agree with me, right Ash?" Oak said, smiling. Ash sighed, and nodded yes. "Good, as long as we understand each other. Plus, this way, I get to tell you my speech again." Oak said. "After all, would people really appreciate Pokemon if life was that easy?" He began again, staring out the window... Wakka: 64 jaymthegenius@yahoo.com
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