SNK vs Capcom: Enter Gill
"This Guy's untouchable," thought Talbain to himself, as he launched a jumping thrust kick at Gen's head. Gen barely raised an eyebrow as he just slightly cocked his head to the side with a casual defiance, and let the quickly growing frustrated fighter sail right by.
On the sidelines, sitting Indian style, a bored looking Athena with her hands on her face; tapping her index finger against her chin impatiently. Chizuru stood non-chilantly, trying, almost in vain, to refrain her look of boredom. Rose was checking for the umpteenth time to make sure every strand of her hair was in line and perfect.
"Why did we even bother to show up with him," said Athena with a husky sigh, "it's painfully obvious he doesn't need any of us here."
Rose paused for a second and turned to Athena, letting out a heavy sigh, "I suppose we could have found something to keep us occupied for the duration of this fight. Although, I'm still rather happy I didn't have to partake in this battle."
"Well, if every battle is going to be like this, I'm afraid we won't have to worry about getting into any fight," said Chizuru, as she observed the crowd.
Gen had his back turned to his opponent, while the werewolf landed smack on his back on the ground. Springing to his feet, Jonathan Talbain pulled his hand back and thrusted it forward as he summoned a trio of dragons; interlocked and streaking forward at the seemingly hapless Gen...
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Upon impact, the massive tree shattered from the blow of Urien's Metallic sphere attack. Gill dressed in a Sand colored business suit raised an eyebrow before saying a word, "very impressive! Now that we have found a more suitable vent for your misplaced impudence towards me, we can move onto forging you into a perfect candidate." Urien's eyes just narrowed, as his teeth ground together from his tutor's words.
"Yes, he is a remarkable protege, and one I can easily see would be formidable in a fight."
Both men turned to find a tall Nubian man, dressed entirely in black wearing dark gargoyle shades. Urien reached to a tree branch to retrieve his sportscoat, as his tall blond instructor observed their onlooker.
"And what is your business with us?"
"Well," started the African gentleman, "I am here to discuss with you the future of this world." Gill's look of indifference was exchanged with one of curiosity; would this man be possibly hinting that he knows of his goals for the world, and of the organization he runs?
Gill's organization ran worldwide, with exactly 1024 sects, all united since before the rise of Christianity, with the single goal to bring the world to complete peace by the year 2200.
"And what is it you care to speak of," inquired Gill.
"I know of a world reaching organization, whose goal is for a utopian Earth. I came to offer a proposition to their leader."
"And, who is their leader," Gill questioned in faint hopes to disassociate himself from the accusations before him.
"Please, I am not going to pretend that you and I don't know what I am referring to. I am offering a much faster solution to your goal."
"Well then, out with it! What is it you have in mind?"
The Nubian just cracked an almost sincere smile and replied, "That is not the point of this meeting, the reason I am revealing this to you is that I require you not to interfere with what I have in store."
Gill's eyes narrowed slightly as he slightly pursed his lips, "I have a strange notion that this will also contradict my own agenda."
"Not at all, I know that you are not a man who cares for utter power, you only control it out of necessity. To you, one man ruling the world as a paradise is as good as another man." Apparently, Gill found this humorous, as he burst into a rolling laughter, as his student stood militaristically at ease a bit behind him.
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"And the winner is the Ancient Mystics Team!"
All three women turned back, to see Talbain lying unconscious. His two teammates that were still awake, Guy and Yang, dragged him and Yang's brother Yun off the battleground to recuperate.
"Such potential, unfortunately they waste movements, and give in to easily to aggression. I'm sorry I took so long with that bout, I guess it was a bit entertaining."
"You could have saved at least ONE for me," gruffed Athena.
Gen just let a slight smile slide across his face, and went on to change the subject, "Well our main goal is not this competition, we can't loose focus."
"Well, correct, we aren't due for another matchup for a couple of days I would think, what is our first goal," inquired Chizuru.
"It would be to find exactly whom is sponsoring this competition, which one of the world's great enemies is behind it all."
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"HA, my good man, I'm not sure if this is just your sense of humor or if you are serious!" heartily mocked Gill.
The black Gentleman held his temper firmly, "all I ask is that you give me a chance to prove myself. I guarantee that you will happy with the results."
"Just because you have such gall to even approach me with such a proposition, I feel inclined to keep this... organization you believe me to head from bespoiling your plans. But please tell me, what is the name of this man who comes to me with such aspirations."
"You may call me Anansi."
"Anansi, as in the African trickster?" Anansi just smiled and said, "Something like that."
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"Well, um, where do we start? Entering the competition is one thing, but we do not even know where to start, now that we're here," said Athena as the group got into their supplied limo.
"I'm not going to lecture you on how patience is a virtue," replied Gen.
"But you just did," mumbled Athena.
Gen pretended not to hear her, "Whoever is behind this will reveal themselves shortly. But until then, what's the harm of enjoying this tournament?"
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"Well,.....Anansi..... do you have a last name?"
"Do I need one?"
Gill just tossed his head to the side and replied, "I would imagine not, I was just hoping there would be a way to check your credentials. You have lofty ambitions for someone I had not heard of until 10 minutes ago."
"The world doesn't know much about you or your sect, but you've been around for millennia."
"Point taken, you shall have your chance, my organization will not interfere with you, have free reign to do as you need."
"I shall not make you regret your decision." Anansi took his leave.
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"Well, as long as we don't loose site of our objective, we can bide our time," Commented Rose once they reached their hotel.
"Agreed, but for now, let's not bother to trouble our thoughts anymore with this tonight, I'm rather on the peckish side. That fight has worked up an appetite within me," said Gen.
"Yeah, I'm starved myself, we hadn't eaten anything for hours," replied Athena enthusiastically.
Chizuru turned to Rose, "it's disgusting, I tell you, we ate before the fight and that was two hours ago! What was it she had? Cauliflower and Olives with Lemon chicken, a slice of Mous-mous... um moussaka, and several pieces of honey shortbread?"
Rose pressed the button to the elevator to go up, "*sigh*, well she has a fast metabolism, are we to hate her for that?"
"Well, no, but I bet you would have enjoyed to have more than your small bowl of grapes and olives."
Rose grumbled something unintelligable, and kept her face hidden away from the other woman.
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"Urien, I think I'll be taking a vacation for a while. I shall be leaving business in your hands."
"Sir?"
"Well, I DID say our organization will not interfere, so I think I'll have to pursue this matter on my own time." Urien smiled slyly when he realized what his teacher planned to do.
"I'm afraid that I cannot allow him to go on with his plans. To throw away a millennia of carefully crafted plans would be foolish, and I always thought myself as a sensible man, wouldn't you say?"
"This Guy's untouchable," thought Talbain to himself, as he launched a jumping thrust kick at Gen's head. Gen barely raised an eyebrow as he just slightly cocked his head to the side with a casual defiance, and let the quickly growing frustrated fighter sail right by.
On the sidelines, sitting Indian style, a bored looking Athena with her hands on her face; tapping her index finger against her chin impatiently. Chizuru stood non-chilantly, trying, almost in vain, to refrain her look of boredom. Rose was checking for the umpteenth time to make sure every strand of her hair was in line and perfect.
"Why did we even bother to show up with him," said Athena with a husky sigh, "it's painfully obvious he doesn't need any of us here."
Rose paused for a second and turned to Athena, letting out a heavy sigh, "I suppose we could have found something to keep us occupied for the duration of this fight. Although, I'm still rather happy I didn't have to partake in this battle."
"Well, if every battle is going to be like this, I'm afraid we won't have to worry about getting into any fight," said Chizuru, as she observed the crowd.
Gen had his back turned to his opponent, while the werewolf landed smack on his back on the ground. Springing to his feet, Jonathan Talbain pulled his hand back and thrusted it forward as he summoned a trio of dragons; interlocked and streaking forward at the seemingly hapless Gen...
______________________________
Upon impact, the massive tree shattered from the blow of Urien's Metallic sphere attack. Gill dressed in a Sand colored business suit raised an eyebrow before saying a word, "very impressive! Now that we have found a more suitable vent for your misplaced impudence towards me, we can move onto forging you into a perfect candidate." Urien's eyes just narrowed, as his teeth ground together from his tutor's words.
"Yes, he is a remarkable protege, and one I can easily see would be formidable in a fight."
Both men turned to find a tall Nubian man, dressed entirely in black wearing dark gargoyle shades. Urien reached to a tree branch to retrieve his sportscoat, as his tall blond instructor observed their onlooker.
"And what is your business with us?"
"Well," started the African gentleman, "I am here to discuss with you the future of this world." Gill's look of indifference was exchanged with one of curiosity; would this man be possibly hinting that he knows of his goals for the world, and of the organization he runs?
Gill's organization ran worldwide, with exactly 1024 sects, all united since before the rise of Christianity, with the single goal to bring the world to complete peace by the year 2200.
"And what is it you care to speak of," inquired Gill.
"I know of a world reaching organization, whose goal is for a utopian Earth. I came to offer a proposition to their leader."
"And, who is their leader," Gill questioned in faint hopes to disassociate himself from the accusations before him.
"Please, I am not going to pretend that you and I don't know what I am referring to. I am offering a much faster solution to your goal."
"Well then, out with it! What is it you have in mind?"
The Nubian just cracked an almost sincere smile and replied, "That is not the point of this meeting, the reason I am revealing this to you is that I require you not to interfere with what I have in store."
Gill's eyes narrowed slightly as he slightly pursed his lips, "I have a strange notion that this will also contradict my own agenda."
"Not at all, I know that you are not a man who cares for utter power, you only control it out of necessity. To you, one man ruling the world as a paradise is as good as another man." Apparently, Gill found this humorous, as he burst into a rolling laughter, as his student stood militaristically at ease a bit behind him.
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"And the winner is the Ancient Mystics Team!"
All three women turned back, to see Talbain lying unconscious. His two teammates that were still awake, Guy and Yang, dragged him and Yang's brother Yun off the battleground to recuperate.
"Such potential, unfortunately they waste movements, and give in to easily to aggression. I'm sorry I took so long with that bout, I guess it was a bit entertaining."
"You could have saved at least ONE for me," gruffed Athena.
Gen just let a slight smile slide across his face, and went on to change the subject, "Well our main goal is not this competition, we can't loose focus."
"Well, correct, we aren't due for another matchup for a couple of days I would think, what is our first goal," inquired Chizuru.
"It would be to find exactly whom is sponsoring this competition, which one of the world's great enemies is behind it all."
______________________________
"HA, my good man, I'm not sure if this is just your sense of humor or if you are serious!" heartily mocked Gill.
The black Gentleman held his temper firmly, "all I ask is that you give me a chance to prove myself. I guarantee that you will happy with the results."
"Just because you have such gall to even approach me with such a proposition, I feel inclined to keep this... organization you believe me to head from bespoiling your plans. But please tell me, what is the name of this man who comes to me with such aspirations."
"You may call me Anansi."
"Anansi, as in the African trickster?" Anansi just smiled and said, "Something like that."
______________________________
"Well, um, where do we start? Entering the competition is one thing, but we do not even know where to start, now that we're here," said Athena as the group got into their supplied limo.
"I'm not going to lecture you on how patience is a virtue," replied Gen.
"But you just did," mumbled Athena.
Gen pretended not to hear her, "Whoever is behind this will reveal themselves shortly. But until then, what's the harm of enjoying this tournament?"
______________________________
"Well,.....Anansi..... do you have a last name?"
"Do I need one?"
Gill just tossed his head to the side and replied, "I would imagine not, I was just hoping there would be a way to check your credentials. You have lofty ambitions for someone I had not heard of until 10 minutes ago."
"The world doesn't know much about you or your sect, but you've been around for millennia."
"Point taken, you shall have your chance, my organization will not interfere with you, have free reign to do as you need."
"I shall not make you regret your decision." Anansi took his leave.
______________________________
"Well, as long as we don't loose site of our objective, we can bide our time," Commented Rose once they reached their hotel.
"Agreed, but for now, let's not bother to trouble our thoughts anymore with this tonight, I'm rather on the peckish side. That fight has worked up an appetite within me," said Gen.
"Yeah, I'm starved myself, we hadn't eaten anything for hours," replied Athena enthusiastically.
Chizuru turned to Rose, "it's disgusting, I tell you, we ate before the fight and that was two hours ago! What was it she had? Cauliflower and Olives with Lemon chicken, a slice of Mous-mous... um moussaka, and several pieces of honey shortbread?"
Rose pressed the button to the elevator to go up, "*sigh*, well she has a fast metabolism, are we to hate her for that?"
"Well, no, but I bet you would have enjoyed to have more than your small bowl of grapes and olives."
Rose grumbled something unintelligable, and kept her face hidden away from the other woman.
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"Urien, I think I'll be taking a vacation for a while. I shall be leaving business in your hands."
"Sir?"
"Well, I DID say our organization will not interfere, so I think I'll have to pursue this matter on my own time." Urien smiled slyly when he realized what his teacher planned to do.
"I'm afraid that I cannot allow him to go on with his plans. To throw away a millennia of carefully crafted plans would be foolish, and I always thought myself as a sensible man, wouldn't you say?"