-=Shin Kage Musou=-
[Shadow Heart Vision]
Disclaimer? Ha! I claim them to be mine I tell you! Hahahaha!!
(thoughts)'never will they figure out my fiendish plan to
meet the infamous _Rumiko_Takahashi_!' ...wait...?
Would she not attend a court over something petty like this?
That's what those demonic lawyers are for. Foul Demons!
If thou werenst minions of the lower depths, I would Damn thee!!
Yes, that was the disclaimer. If you look closely it reads:
"Beware rabid Kuno. Push Lawsuits through slot between eyes.
Thank you." (NOTE: You are not expected to get this)
Story By:
DrHunter
(If you know me you may leave, if not you shall suffer
the torments of _Unknown_Number_ Hells!)
Idea From:
The Void (You know which one)
Special Thanks To:
Kami-Sama
Laviathen
The Batousai
Capcom
CLAMP
Anthony Lopez (KNP community should know)
Musashi
Death no.5 (Death by blow to the groin)
Death no.347 (Death by entering and exiting a car via windshield)
and Activision (for the glichy goodness of Tenchu 1&2)
Now that that's out of my system onto the reletively boring story
sponsered by Ragna Orc, creator of "Armor of Protectiness".
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Shinzou Kage Maboroshi
Story 1/Part 1/Version 1.0
Somewhere in China, two people with large packs were striding
purposefully through the thick woods. The larger of the two was
wearing a dirty white gi, glasses, and a bandana that trailed half
a meter behind him. The other was a boy with his black hair tied
up in a pigtail, wearing the local peasant cloth of a red silk
sleeveless shirt, and black Kung-Fu pants. His belt was wrapped
three times around his waist to tie off loosely in front of him,
giving the look of normal length.
"Yo, Pops. Are you sure about this training ground?"
"What are you, scared boy? If you are I'll let you back out..."
"Yeah, Otouto, you can leave it to me an' Pops!"
A girl about the same height as the boy dropped down in front
of the two, also wearing a large pack. She has a light blue blouse
with a yellow jacket loosely worn over top, and a dark green skirt
that reached her knees. Her hair was worn up with a pony tail,
tied with an extremely long sash, that would have reached the small
of her back had it not been pointed up. (I don't mean stiffly, it
falls down like normal)
The boy looked like he was about to retort when the girl
addressed the man in the dirty gi. "The way is clear, Pops." the
girl reported. The man in the gi gave a nod, "Where do you think
we should set up?"
After a short pause and a quick look around the girl nodded to
the ground in front of them, "This should be as good a place as
any." The information settled into their minds, the boy cooling
down, and acting upon an unseen signal they all jumped into the
trees.
Once in the foilage the three set to work creating an intricate
mesh of hollow wooden pipes between branches. When complete with
the structure, the man tore out and unfolded some planks of wood,
then placed them on the mesh, creating the floor. The other two
supplied three walls and a roof of the same material. It was kind
of cramped for three people, but after twelve years on the road
you get used to it.
"So, Otouto, are you coming with us?"
"WHAT?! Of course I'm coming, _Ane_! What would make you think any
different?", the boy replied in a huff.
Before the girl could continue her teasing, the man in the gi
cut in. "Stop your squabling! It's time to move out." The two
looked toward the sky. The sun would set in an hour or so and
their destination was about an hours walk away. They nodded in
comfirmation and the trio was leaping speedily across the terrain.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Just an hour before the sun set, the guide to Jusenkyu was finished
with his daily chores -- aka. waiting for someone stupid to come by,
ignore his warnings, and then tell them what just happened -- so
he set about 'closing' up. He had tried before, posting signs to
caution visitors during the night, but those failed miserably. Now
he just put a sign on his cabin door "Don't disturb until morning."
As the poor, overworked Jusenkyu guide was starting to get some
well deserved shut-eye, a scream echoed through the valley.
"Where on Earth am I now!?!?"
------------------------------------------------------------------
Half hour later, three figures landed without a sound in some
soft soil and looked around in the low lit, red tinted atmosphere.
Even in the dimmed light it was possible to see that our troop was
now armed and without packs. The man in the gi had a sheath attached
to the back of his waist in a horizontal fashion, the girl had a
bo-staff slung loosly over her shoulder, and the boy had a four foot
sheath firm to his back in a vertical fashion and some bracers for
his bare arms. The sheaths were, of coarse, full.
"Here we are kids. This is one of THE most dangerous places in
China!"
The boy just looked in awe, and the girl tried to look bored,
having seen it earlier. Nothing, however could conceal their
excitement. The boy gasped at the beauty, "Phoenix Mountain..." The
man just nodded and looked toward the girl, "How do we get in?"
"There's the entrance in front of us, one about 300 meters East of
here, and three midway to the top of the mountain."
The man seemed to asses the situation before giving orders, "Very
well, Ayane, you take the East entrance. Ranma, try to take the
highest vantage possible. I'll take this entrance and we'll meet
inside. If we can't meet inside then the meeting place is our camp
any time before dawn. After that we leave without you."
Normally one might think this was a mere threat and no more,
but four years ago Ranma got the laugh of his life watching Ayane
running down a dirt road trying to catch up. "Remember that, Ane.
It could save your life." ...She never heard the end of it.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Within a dim candle lit room, a very attractive girl paced about.
She was atired in smooth white robes, hands barely peeking out of
the large flowing sleeves. Emblazed upon her chest was a Phoenix
born of crimson thread from a golden base, the embroidered sun behind
it. The rest of the trim was crimson aswell. Below a gold band across
her waist, the robe flowed into a skirt reaching just below her
knees, with a slit up the left side reaching to slightly above mid
thigh. Two feathery white capes matched her hair and dress, and
reached down with twin tips nearly trailing the ground.
The white haired girl stopped pacing and took on a contemplative
face, 'Why are they doing this to me? I'd serve Lord Saffron with my
dying breath, but I'm not prepared to serve. My father only died a
week past and already I'm given his position! Argh! How does a teen
be an advisor to the king?! It doesn't make sense. Oh, what am I
going to do?' She started pacing again until a realization dawned
upon her, 'For one thing I need to calm down. A stressful advisor is
a stressful king... ...But what to do about it?'
Taking up a cute frown and thinking for a bit she spoke her
thoughts aloud, "Perhaps a little scouting can take my mind off things."
Before she could reach the door she found pause. "...But not in this."
she said, exageratedly looking at her apparal.
------------------------------------------------------------------
The man in the white gi was woddling down a hall in a now, not
very white gi. It was stained of blood that was seeping from three
slash wounds on his chest. His hands were bloody and his skin looked
sickly. However, despite what all appearances would suggest, the man
was grinning broadly.
The man stopped short of the next corner and seemed to listen to
apparitions only he could hear. He gathered himself and set about
looking extremely pathetic, (not a hard task) and turned the corner
only to hobble up to two guards.
Guards they may have been but sheltered they were not, they could
tell that the man in front of them was in desperate need of help.
Halt! State your name and business.
The man in the formerly white gi would have face faulted if he
weren't trying to keep his wounds from infection, so he settled on
falling flat on his back instead. Jerry Springer, and I like get
medical um... help, please. was the moaned response.
While the guard on the left puzzled about an obvious Japanese
having an English name, the guard on the right was seriously
considering helping the fool now unconcious on the ground before
him. In spite of the comatose face he was wearing, 'Jerry Springer'
was inwardly grinning his head off. The people in front of him just
started arguing and the ratings went up again! He wondered why
people called it a talk show even after all these years.
The man in the red and white gi feigned unconciousness before
the guards in hopes of gathering more sympathy. He hoped they'd
hurry and get him some medical attention because he was working on
a time limit.
To his children this was just a training ground and the goal was
to survive long enough to get in and get out, and maybe have some
fun doing it. But to him, it was his chance at infinite riches! He
wondered if neglecting to tell them this mountain was inhabited would
buy him enough time. As a brief after thought he made note that
omitting that info might not have been a good idea, but quickly
smothered it.
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Ayane looked at the entrance with no little amount of anxiety.
The opening looked man made, but most definatly did NOT look safe.
The sun had just about set over the rocky horison and the cave was
pitch black. This left an eerie feeling through her bones that got
her scouring the ground for something.
Picking up a fallen branch, she snapped off a piece about two
feet in length. Comfortable with its size she wrapped a hankerchief
around one end. Removing and opening a box from the breast jacket
pocket, she smiled for the mirror and took out a bottle of perfume.
Making sure not to get any of the stuff on the tip of the hankerchief
(it's on the tip of the stick if that helps) she sprayed, rather
heavily, a coat of perfume to the rest of it.
Ayane took a moment to look regretfully at the bottle before
putting it away with the box in her jacket. Her jacket once again
became useful by offering her some powder from its left pocket.
Sprinkling the powder over the kerchief, some on the dry spot and
a little on the perfume. After dusting off her hands very carefully,
she reached into her right jacket pocket for another powder, with
which she promptly let loose in the air.
Lightly swinging the stick through the tiny cloud in order to
reap the desired results, Ayane was rewarded with a sparkly flash
of light and a new torch. It glowed a briliant blue and shot the
occasional spark from the powder that got in the wet perfume.
Certainly it would stink like crazy but that wouldn't hamper her
ability more than not having light. She just hoped that if anybody
smelled it they wouldn't come investigate. This place is supposed
to be dangerous.
----------------------------------------------------------------
A light clicking noise reverberated throughout the empty stony
halls that were made of fine, smooth walls that seemed elegant, but
with simplicity. Cracks and fissures, however, showed the age of
the halls in spite of how well kept they were.
The source of the noise came from a pair of small feet. Supported
by the feet were some comparitively long legs, attached to a fairly
slight body. The obvious female walked with a smooth and elegant
grace that matched the halls she passed. Not once did she appear
hesitant or in haste.
Contrary to previous description, the girl was not attired in
what would be considered, by other world powers, as 'proper'. In
fact they didn't look suited for casual wear let alone someone who
looked like a noble. In truth she looked dressed in nothing more
than a high neck one-piece bathing suit with elbo length gloves
and knee high boots. The sword didn't look out of place at her side
though.
The girl herself resembles the one seen in the dimly lit room
earlier, mainly because she is. Her outfit is really a skimpy
version of her robes, minus the phoenix, plus the sword, and
including the dual white capes. Though her face told of no emotion
her eyes held sadness and confusion. Nobody, however, would notice.
Two gaurds, male, stood watch over the exit ten meters away.
They would stay that way for most of the night, waiting to be
relieved sometime before sunrise. They would have a training
session in the morning and a meal before getting rest for the day.
They were also expected to answer any calls no matter the time
of day.
Looking at those guards made her realise just how 'cushy' a
place she had in the mountain. They rarely got to see their
families and yet they served with relentless respect for the
people of higher nobility and even the peseants. The realization
could have made her weep at another time but it only helped
placate her own sadness. The confusion remained though, it didn't
help her understand her situation any more than to be happy
she had grown up with a family. Mostly.
[Shadow Heart Vision]
Disclaimer? Ha! I claim them to be mine I tell you! Hahahaha!!
(thoughts)'never will they figure out my fiendish plan to
meet the infamous _Rumiko_Takahashi_!' ...wait...?
Would she not attend a court over something petty like this?
That's what those demonic lawyers are for. Foul Demons!
If thou werenst minions of the lower depths, I would Damn thee!!
Yes, that was the disclaimer. If you look closely it reads:
"Beware rabid Kuno. Push Lawsuits through slot between eyes.
Thank you." (NOTE: You are not expected to get this)
Story By:
DrHunter
(If you know me you may leave, if not you shall suffer
the torments of _Unknown_Number_ Hells!)
Idea From:
The Void (You know which one)
Special Thanks To:
Kami-Sama
Laviathen
The Batousai
Capcom
CLAMP
Anthony Lopez (KNP community should know)
Musashi
Death no.5 (Death by blow to the groin)
Death no.347 (Death by entering and exiting a car via windshield)
and Activision (for the glichy goodness of Tenchu 1&2)
Now that that's out of my system onto the reletively boring story
sponsered by Ragna Orc, creator of "Armor of Protectiness".
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Shinzou Kage Maboroshi
Story 1/Part 1/Version 1.0
Somewhere in China, two people with large packs were striding
purposefully through the thick woods. The larger of the two was
wearing a dirty white gi, glasses, and a bandana that trailed half
a meter behind him. The other was a boy with his black hair tied
up in a pigtail, wearing the local peasant cloth of a red silk
sleeveless shirt, and black Kung-Fu pants. His belt was wrapped
three times around his waist to tie off loosely in front of him,
giving the look of normal length.
"Yo, Pops. Are you sure about this training ground?"
"What are you, scared boy? If you are I'll let you back out..."
"Yeah, Otouto, you can leave it to me an' Pops!"
A girl about the same height as the boy dropped down in front
of the two, also wearing a large pack. She has a light blue blouse
with a yellow jacket loosely worn over top, and a dark green skirt
that reached her knees. Her hair was worn up with a pony tail,
tied with an extremely long sash, that would have reached the small
of her back had it not been pointed up. (I don't mean stiffly, it
falls down like normal)
The boy looked like he was about to retort when the girl
addressed the man in the dirty gi. "The way is clear, Pops." the
girl reported. The man in the gi gave a nod, "Where do you think
we should set up?"
After a short pause and a quick look around the girl nodded to
the ground in front of them, "This should be as good a place as
any." The information settled into their minds, the boy cooling
down, and acting upon an unseen signal they all jumped into the
trees.
Once in the foilage the three set to work creating an intricate
mesh of hollow wooden pipes between branches. When complete with
the structure, the man tore out and unfolded some planks of wood,
then placed them on the mesh, creating the floor. The other two
supplied three walls and a roof of the same material. It was kind
of cramped for three people, but after twelve years on the road
you get used to it.
"So, Otouto, are you coming with us?"
"WHAT?! Of course I'm coming, _Ane_! What would make you think any
different?", the boy replied in a huff.
Before the girl could continue her teasing, the man in the gi
cut in. "Stop your squabling! It's time to move out." The two
looked toward the sky. The sun would set in an hour or so and
their destination was about an hours walk away. They nodded in
comfirmation and the trio was leaping speedily across the terrain.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Just an hour before the sun set, the guide to Jusenkyu was finished
with his daily chores -- aka. waiting for someone stupid to come by,
ignore his warnings, and then tell them what just happened -- so
he set about 'closing' up. He had tried before, posting signs to
caution visitors during the night, but those failed miserably. Now
he just put a sign on his cabin door "Don't disturb until morning."
As the poor, overworked Jusenkyu guide was starting to get some
well deserved shut-eye, a scream echoed through the valley.
"Where on Earth am I now!?!?"
------------------------------------------------------------------
Half hour later, three figures landed without a sound in some
soft soil and looked around in the low lit, red tinted atmosphere.
Even in the dimmed light it was possible to see that our troop was
now armed and without packs. The man in the gi had a sheath attached
to the back of his waist in a horizontal fashion, the girl had a
bo-staff slung loosly over her shoulder, and the boy had a four foot
sheath firm to his back in a vertical fashion and some bracers for
his bare arms. The sheaths were, of coarse, full.
"Here we are kids. This is one of THE most dangerous places in
China!"
The boy just looked in awe, and the girl tried to look bored,
having seen it earlier. Nothing, however could conceal their
excitement. The boy gasped at the beauty, "Phoenix Mountain..." The
man just nodded and looked toward the girl, "How do we get in?"
"There's the entrance in front of us, one about 300 meters East of
here, and three midway to the top of the mountain."
The man seemed to asses the situation before giving orders, "Very
well, Ayane, you take the East entrance. Ranma, try to take the
highest vantage possible. I'll take this entrance and we'll meet
inside. If we can't meet inside then the meeting place is our camp
any time before dawn. After that we leave without you."
Normally one might think this was a mere threat and no more,
but four years ago Ranma got the laugh of his life watching Ayane
running down a dirt road trying to catch up. "Remember that, Ane.
It could save your life." ...She never heard the end of it.
------------------------------------------------------------------
Within a dim candle lit room, a very attractive girl paced about.
She was atired in smooth white robes, hands barely peeking out of
the large flowing sleeves. Emblazed upon her chest was a Phoenix
born of crimson thread from a golden base, the embroidered sun behind
it. The rest of the trim was crimson aswell. Below a gold band across
her waist, the robe flowed into a skirt reaching just below her
knees, with a slit up the left side reaching to slightly above mid
thigh. Two feathery white capes matched her hair and dress, and
reached down with twin tips nearly trailing the ground.
The white haired girl stopped pacing and took on a contemplative
face, 'Why are they doing this to me? I'd serve Lord Saffron with my
dying breath, but I'm not prepared to serve. My father only died a
week past and already I'm given his position! Argh! How does a teen
be an advisor to the king?! It doesn't make sense. Oh, what am I
going to do?' She started pacing again until a realization dawned
upon her, 'For one thing I need to calm down. A stressful advisor is
a stressful king... ...But what to do about it?'
Taking up a cute frown and thinking for a bit she spoke her
thoughts aloud, "Perhaps a little scouting can take my mind off things."
Before she could reach the door she found pause. "...But not in this."
she said, exageratedly looking at her apparal.
------------------------------------------------------------------
The man in the white gi was woddling down a hall in a now, not
very white gi. It was stained of blood that was seeping from three
slash wounds on his chest. His hands were bloody and his skin looked
sickly. However, despite what all appearances would suggest, the man
was grinning broadly.
The man stopped short of the next corner and seemed to listen to
apparitions only he could hear. He gathered himself and set about
looking extremely pathetic, (not a hard task) and turned the corner
only to hobble up to two guards.
Guards they may have been but sheltered they were not, they could
tell that the man in front of them was in desperate need of help.
Halt! State your name and business.
The man in the formerly white gi would have face faulted if he
weren't trying to keep his wounds from infection, so he settled on
falling flat on his back instead. Jerry Springer, and I like get
medical um... help, please. was the moaned response.
While the guard on the left puzzled about an obvious Japanese
having an English name, the guard on the right was seriously
considering helping the fool now unconcious on the ground before
him. In spite of the comatose face he was wearing, 'Jerry Springer'
was inwardly grinning his head off. The people in front of him just
started arguing and the ratings went up again! He wondered why
people called it a talk show even after all these years.
The man in the red and white gi feigned unconciousness before
the guards in hopes of gathering more sympathy. He hoped they'd
hurry and get him some medical attention because he was working on
a time limit.
To his children this was just a training ground and the goal was
to survive long enough to get in and get out, and maybe have some
fun doing it. But to him, it was his chance at infinite riches! He
wondered if neglecting to tell them this mountain was inhabited would
buy him enough time. As a brief after thought he made note that
omitting that info might not have been a good idea, but quickly
smothered it.
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Ayane looked at the entrance with no little amount of anxiety.
The opening looked man made, but most definatly did NOT look safe.
The sun had just about set over the rocky horison and the cave was
pitch black. This left an eerie feeling through her bones that got
her scouring the ground for something.
Picking up a fallen branch, she snapped off a piece about two
feet in length. Comfortable with its size she wrapped a hankerchief
around one end. Removing and opening a box from the breast jacket
pocket, she smiled for the mirror and took out a bottle of perfume.
Making sure not to get any of the stuff on the tip of the hankerchief
(it's on the tip of the stick if that helps) she sprayed, rather
heavily, a coat of perfume to the rest of it.
Ayane took a moment to look regretfully at the bottle before
putting it away with the box in her jacket. Her jacket once again
became useful by offering her some powder from its left pocket.
Sprinkling the powder over the kerchief, some on the dry spot and
a little on the perfume. After dusting off her hands very carefully,
she reached into her right jacket pocket for another powder, with
which she promptly let loose in the air.
Lightly swinging the stick through the tiny cloud in order to
reap the desired results, Ayane was rewarded with a sparkly flash
of light and a new torch. It glowed a briliant blue and shot the
occasional spark from the powder that got in the wet perfume.
Certainly it would stink like crazy but that wouldn't hamper her
ability more than not having light. She just hoped that if anybody
smelled it they wouldn't come investigate. This place is supposed
to be dangerous.
----------------------------------------------------------------
A light clicking noise reverberated throughout the empty stony
halls that were made of fine, smooth walls that seemed elegant, but
with simplicity. Cracks and fissures, however, showed the age of
the halls in spite of how well kept they were.
The source of the noise came from a pair of small feet. Supported
by the feet were some comparitively long legs, attached to a fairly
slight body. The obvious female walked with a smooth and elegant
grace that matched the halls she passed. Not once did she appear
hesitant or in haste.
Contrary to previous description, the girl was not attired in
what would be considered, by other world powers, as 'proper'. In
fact they didn't look suited for casual wear let alone someone who
looked like a noble. In truth she looked dressed in nothing more
than a high neck one-piece bathing suit with elbo length gloves
and knee high boots. The sword didn't look out of place at her side
though.
The girl herself resembles the one seen in the dimly lit room
earlier, mainly because she is. Her outfit is really a skimpy
version of her robes, minus the phoenix, plus the sword, and
including the dual white capes. Though her face told of no emotion
her eyes held sadness and confusion. Nobody, however, would notice.
Two gaurds, male, stood watch over the exit ten meters away.
They would stay that way for most of the night, waiting to be
relieved sometime before sunrise. They would have a training
session in the morning and a meal before getting rest for the day.
They were also expected to answer any calls no matter the time
of day.
Looking at those guards made her realise just how 'cushy' a
place she had in the mountain. They rarely got to see their
families and yet they served with relentless respect for the
people of higher nobility and even the peseants. The realization
could have made her weep at another time but it only helped
placate her own sadness. The confusion remained though, it didn't
help her understand her situation any more than to be happy
she had grown up with a family. Mostly.