The Lone Angel
By Shadow the Wavemaster (Pshh, no. It's actually written by his friend, Lady Adele. Shadow: You're just mad because Picard beat the ever-loving shit out of you as a necromage. LA: :p)
Disclaimer: I dunno. I don't own ANYTHING, except for this GBASP. Well, I do own one character, Yamakazi. But that's it!
Tak was now in a practice session with Yamakazi, the resident samurai. Also an underpaid teacher at this training facility, he specialized in sword skills and a small amount of Psyenergy. Also known as, to the less gifted students, he could teach Cutting Edge, Planet Diver, Death Plunge, and if they were good enough, Ragnarok. Few, if any, could master two of these skills, or get them to their advanced forms. To learn all four is an undertaking worthy of a king, and to turn them into an advanced form is godlike. Unfortunately for Tak, he had only mastered the first and third. He ain't perfect, y'know. He was quite proficient with his two that he had learned, and could pull of an occasional Planet Diver, but it would be a pathetic shot. He fired off a Cutting Edge at him, which he easily dodged. He threw a knife, which Yamakazi easily deflected. Two more knives, followed by a Cutting Edge, which Tak then used as cover for his dash in attempt. He blocked all three one handed, took out his sword, and hilt jabbed Tak in the back of the head as he tried to Death Plunge him.
"Hit me, mutant," he said monotonously. He taunted Tak, then hit him with his knee as he rose. Tak went down hard. He couldn't win...he'd lose... again... the silver crop whip.... Tak stood up and smirked.
"I'm trying to," he said, and started a high-low combination which would be almost impossible to reverse. 'Upper left, jab, parry, lower left, z-swath, knife to the-wha????' Tak thought as his combo was reversed. The keyword, boys and girls, is ALMOST.
"Quit trying to hit me and hit me!" He shouted, pushing him backwards. Tak's anger was rising, as Yamakazi had hoped. 'Let's see what he can do in full.'
'The blackness, keeping me down, must get rid of the darknes...something more than nothing....'
"You're worthless. You can't even kill one simple target. You're nothing..."
'Something more than nothing.....something more than nothing...' Tak started to say, his defensive stance fading into something more favorable, a zealous Plume Edge canceled into a Death Leap. "SOMETHING MORE THAN NOTHING!!!!!!!" he shouted, launching a pillar of water, furiously slashing, then, he tossed him into the air and swiped several times before spiraling back to the ground with him in a headlock, resulting in a gargantuan explosion, which would cause him to spend the rest of the day thatching... again..... He slowly backed away from the crater where Yamakazi was laying, twitching every now and then, but not getting up any time soon. Rassen, Marceous, and Sucre, the resident matron, all watched with approving gazes on a nearby cliff, save for Marceous.
"He's lucky. God damn lucky."
"I think we can send him on his first mission now. We have a nice specimen retrieval waiting in Suhalla."
Sucre sighed. "If only would could use his talents more constructively. His powers could be used to heal... For profit, of course," she added, trying to draw attention away from herself. "I could teach him, if you'd like..."
"Why bother? His only true talent should be used for offensive magic, not some of that weak pixie magic."
"I say let her teach him. He could save himself and prove to be vital to others on a mission!" Rassen bellowed.
"And as for those results on the blood?" Marceous asked, slightly licking his lips.
Sucre smiled. "They're a match, alright. The tear stone and sylph feather reacted, and for some odd reason, Orirachulum and Star Dust did as well...." she said, trailing off.
Rassen gave her a look. "You fall into the habit of leaving your sentences unfinished this morning."
"Sorry."
Marceous quietly looked his assosiates, and started a small fire, no bigger than modst lighters. He then snapped his fingers and it turned into a small inferno in his hands. He smirked. "I propose we put one of the more... unstable creatures for him to retrieve. After your pointless lesson, we'll send him on the mission."
A dark figure stood behind them, grinning, and said to himself, "Let the games begin..."
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Shadow: Gah! you HAVE to end with some cliché vague crap! If they wanted more riddles they could've consulted a joke book!
LA: Whatever. Besides, you were too lazy to write....
Shadow: B-but....
Tak: Forget it. I'll just have to pick up ???? in the next chapter... What the hell?
Shadow: They won't let you spoil it by replacing spoilers with _____, ????, or (Blank).
By Shadow the Wavemaster (Pshh, no. It's actually written by his friend, Lady Adele. Shadow: You're just mad because Picard beat the ever-loving shit out of you as a necromage. LA: :p)
Disclaimer: I dunno. I don't own ANYTHING, except for this GBASP. Well, I do own one character, Yamakazi. But that's it!
Tak was now in a practice session with Yamakazi, the resident samurai. Also an underpaid teacher at this training facility, he specialized in sword skills and a small amount of Psyenergy. Also known as, to the less gifted students, he could teach Cutting Edge, Planet Diver, Death Plunge, and if they were good enough, Ragnarok. Few, if any, could master two of these skills, or get them to their advanced forms. To learn all four is an undertaking worthy of a king, and to turn them into an advanced form is godlike. Unfortunately for Tak, he had only mastered the first and third. He ain't perfect, y'know. He was quite proficient with his two that he had learned, and could pull of an occasional Planet Diver, but it would be a pathetic shot. He fired off a Cutting Edge at him, which he easily dodged. He threw a knife, which Yamakazi easily deflected. Two more knives, followed by a Cutting Edge, which Tak then used as cover for his dash in attempt. He blocked all three one handed, took out his sword, and hilt jabbed Tak in the back of the head as he tried to Death Plunge him.
"Hit me, mutant," he said monotonously. He taunted Tak, then hit him with his knee as he rose. Tak went down hard. He couldn't win...he'd lose... again... the silver crop whip.... Tak stood up and smirked.
"I'm trying to," he said, and started a high-low combination which would be almost impossible to reverse. 'Upper left, jab, parry, lower left, z-swath, knife to the-wha????' Tak thought as his combo was reversed. The keyword, boys and girls, is ALMOST.
"Quit trying to hit me and hit me!" He shouted, pushing him backwards. Tak's anger was rising, as Yamakazi had hoped. 'Let's see what he can do in full.'
'The blackness, keeping me down, must get rid of the darknes...something more than nothing....'
"You're worthless. You can't even kill one simple target. You're nothing..."
'Something more than nothing.....something more than nothing...' Tak started to say, his defensive stance fading into something more favorable, a zealous Plume Edge canceled into a Death Leap. "SOMETHING MORE THAN NOTHING!!!!!!!" he shouted, launching a pillar of water, furiously slashing, then, he tossed him into the air and swiped several times before spiraling back to the ground with him in a headlock, resulting in a gargantuan explosion, which would cause him to spend the rest of the day thatching... again..... He slowly backed away from the crater where Yamakazi was laying, twitching every now and then, but not getting up any time soon. Rassen, Marceous, and Sucre, the resident matron, all watched with approving gazes on a nearby cliff, save for Marceous.
"He's lucky. God damn lucky."
"I think we can send him on his first mission now. We have a nice specimen retrieval waiting in Suhalla."
Sucre sighed. "If only would could use his talents more constructively. His powers could be used to heal... For profit, of course," she added, trying to draw attention away from herself. "I could teach him, if you'd like..."
"Why bother? His only true talent should be used for offensive magic, not some of that weak pixie magic."
"I say let her teach him. He could save himself and prove to be vital to others on a mission!" Rassen bellowed.
"And as for those results on the blood?" Marceous asked, slightly licking his lips.
Sucre smiled. "They're a match, alright. The tear stone and sylph feather reacted, and for some odd reason, Orirachulum and Star Dust did as well...." she said, trailing off.
Rassen gave her a look. "You fall into the habit of leaving your sentences unfinished this morning."
"Sorry."
Marceous quietly looked his assosiates, and started a small fire, no bigger than modst lighters. He then snapped his fingers and it turned into a small inferno in his hands. He smirked. "I propose we put one of the more... unstable creatures for him to retrieve. After your pointless lesson, we'll send him on the mission."
A dark figure stood behind them, grinning, and said to himself, "Let the games begin..."
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Shadow: Gah! you HAVE to end with some cliché vague crap! If they wanted more riddles they could've consulted a joke book!
LA: Whatever. Besides, you were too lazy to write....
Shadow: B-but....
Tak: Forget it. I'll just have to pick up ???? in the next chapter... What the hell?
Shadow: They won't let you spoil it by replacing spoilers with _____, ????, or (Blank).