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Author's Note: So everyone, has it been getting better or what? But I got flamed on the phone by my own friend! How rude, yeah? Oh god… now I'm starting to sound like Wakka from FF10... Well anyways here's where things'll really get weird. Well in my opinion in any case ( especially the Necrid you guys'll get to see). Thanks for the reviews, Razzbairee, NeoSwordsman, and LilFilipinoGurl. If anyone happens to wonder who Magicka is, that's the fictional version of myself. He is an evilly ambitious person who wields an evil javelin called 'Enciphered Rage' and looks in his teen years, no shirt and basic green pants and brown boots, brown spiky hair etc. ( He is Cervantes's apprentice in a much older fan-fiction on another site for SC1). Well here we are, hope you enjoy it. Meep-na! (*Meep-na~ Ambiguously gay Star-Trek talk that I'm not too sure what it means.)
"…Your joking, right?" asked a nervous Heihachi. "I'm sorry to say, but that's what the Namco dealers seem to be proposing" replied a well-dressed Necrid, with reading glasses on, dress shirt, tie, dress pants, large black dress shoes on (But the spikes come through the shirt, I mean, where else could they go?), as he continued skimming the file papers. "Currently, Namco is willing to offer this new band, Demonic Pledge, much more than the K.M.X Connection for a record deal." Heihachi rubbed the bald of his head "How much are we talking exactly?" As Necrid then nervously replied "We're talking thousands, sir."
"Jesus Christ, we're in trouble." as he then started to click his pen rapidly out of nervousness "NECRID! Fetch me my pink bunny slippers!"
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"Well if we're gonna have two new members, we might as well legally change the name of our band, since we can't call it the K.M.X.L.Y Connection, or something close to it." announced Kilik. Yes, our trio has now become a quintuplet, the band now includes Link, as you all knew, and the ever famous Yoshimitsu. "We call band The Namus?" replied Yoshimitsu.
"How about we call ourselves… The Presleys?" then buzzed Maxi, as everyone sat around a table at a local Athens diner. "No, no, no, we should be, Kali-Yugas!" announced Kilik. "Not on your lifetime, asshole, how about The Pretty Pony Princesses?" glimmered Xianghua. Everyone stared at her. Link then looked at Kilik, blinking once or twice. "That's a great idea Link! I think The Warriors of Soul is a great name!" Everyone looked at each other and then began to nod in agreement, "Sure, I think that name sounds good" said Xianghua. She then thought Did he say anything? I swear there was no noise…
Maxi was cleaning his ear with a Q-tip hoping that the next time Link 'spoke' he might have a chance of hearing him. The waitress walked over, politely asking "May I take your order?" Kilik then began to stare at her. "You look very familiar…" he pondered, "I can't quite put my finger on who you are…" As the waitress began to nervously sweat "Umm… ma-may I take your order, sir?" He then stared at her a few more seconds until… "CASSANDRA!? Are you supposed to be, like, praying at some sort of temple!?!?" Cassandra made a gesture to 'shush'. "I'm trying to make some cash! Don't get me fired! Besides, I do that stupid job for no pay anyways…" Xianghua gave her a look of approving, Kilik nodded, Maxi didn't care skimming the menu, Link smiled, and Yoshimitsu could be heard from the bathroom yelling "NAMU NAMU NAMU!!!!"
Maxi decided "Yes anyways, could I get the double patty with extra mayo and…"
~*^*~
"Well my band! We will show the competition no mercy! We shall destroy those bastards with the music we create together, for together we are… LugNuts!" cheered Misurugi. "Together we are unstoppable Voldo… Charade… Berserker… Taki… and Lizardman!" As the seven then cheered "Let us play!" As they than began to play a catchy country beat. Voldo on tambourines. Charade at drums. Berserker at harmonica. Lizardman on banjo. Taki on the keyboard. Mitsurugi at guitar and singing, "Oh Susanna! Won't ya' cry fer' me, I come from Alabama with a banjo on ma' knee."
~*^*~
In the storm cloud covered sky of dark Pirate's Alcove, four souls gathered, oddly as these souls were nothing alike, yet felt the same feeling of ambition. "Yes… it is finally time" arose a dark figure surrounded by the sense of death. "Are we to truly go through with this? I cannot bear the guilt I feel when we rule the competition." Another figure wrapped in pride then spoke. "It isn't as if the other fools in this competition deserve to win, because they deserve to win as much as Cervantes has sense." Said a third figure wrapped in mystery.
"Then it is settled… we shall enter this unworthy contest" said the first figure. "Yes, and finally I can prove myself to the rest of my kin" said the second. "And finally I will be recognized for by everyone that I am worth noticing, usually only staying as an unimportant character" said the third. "Well, we must…. Show our faces to the reader sooner or later right?" questioned the first. "Yeah, we have to wait for the creator to make something happen the lightens the area a little." replied the second. "Any day now…" the first said impatiently.
A flash of lightning brightened the sky as the faces of those were FINALLY shown. Spawn, Yung Sung, and Assassin had gathered for a meeting… "Whaddaya mean FINALY!?" angrily demanded Spawn, "It was your choice when our faces would be shown, in any case, that damn lightning almost made me go blind!" So then I decided to cut the trio off from there, and go to our final two pieces of this chapter.
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Cervantes had Magicka kneeling on one leg as Magicka then looked up to his master, "Cervantes, shall we enter the battle of the bands?" Cervantes looked at his young apprentice, and saw much if himself within him (and that may not exactly be a good thing). He then began to pace back and forth in front of him "Yes Magicka, we SHALL enter the battle of the bands, and we will rule the competition." Magicka looked up to his master, "Yes Cervantes, you are ever so wise."
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"Heihachi, the reports are back." as Necrid updated the old business man/fighter, "Three more bands are entering the competition, but it seems as if one of these three new will even be a challenge." Heihachi sighed, sitting in his recliner with his bathrobe and pink bunny slippers on, blowing bubbles out of a pipe, "I wish there was no competition."
Necrid looked at him "I understand sir." Heihachi gave him a look of approval and smiled, "Here you go Necrid, a reward for your work" as he then tossed him a doggie treat, and Necrid ate it off the floor happily. Heihachi read the papers himself, "So it's The Warriors of Soul against Demonic Pledge, LugNuts, Ryu-Kishin, and Cervantes and The Boy…"
"Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I think we're screwed over"
Well Heihachi maybe right, maybe not, find out next time on
Soul Calibur 2: Battle of the Bands
Author's Note: So everyone, has it been getting better or what? But I got flamed on the phone by my own friend! How rude, yeah? Oh god… now I'm starting to sound like Wakka from FF10... Well anyways here's where things'll really get weird. Well in my opinion in any case ( especially the Necrid you guys'll get to see). Thanks for the reviews, Razzbairee, NeoSwordsman, and LilFilipinoGurl. If anyone happens to wonder who Magicka is, that's the fictional version of myself. He is an evilly ambitious person who wields an evil javelin called 'Enciphered Rage' and looks in his teen years, no shirt and basic green pants and brown boots, brown spiky hair etc. ( He is Cervantes's apprentice in a much older fan-fiction on another site for SC1). Well here we are, hope you enjoy it. Meep-na! (*Meep-na~ Ambiguously gay Star-Trek talk that I'm not too sure what it means.)
"…Your joking, right?" asked a nervous Heihachi. "I'm sorry to say, but that's what the Namco dealers seem to be proposing" replied a well-dressed Necrid, with reading glasses on, dress shirt, tie, dress pants, large black dress shoes on (But the spikes come through the shirt, I mean, where else could they go?), as he continued skimming the file papers. "Currently, Namco is willing to offer this new band, Demonic Pledge, much more than the K.M.X Connection for a record deal." Heihachi rubbed the bald of his head "How much are we talking exactly?" As Necrid then nervously replied "We're talking thousands, sir."
"Jesus Christ, we're in trouble." as he then started to click his pen rapidly out of nervousness "NECRID! Fetch me my pink bunny slippers!"
~*^*~
"Well if we're gonna have two new members, we might as well legally change the name of our band, since we can't call it the K.M.X.L.Y Connection, or something close to it." announced Kilik. Yes, our trio has now become a quintuplet, the band now includes Link, as you all knew, and the ever famous Yoshimitsu. "We call band The Namus?" replied Yoshimitsu.
"How about we call ourselves… The Presleys?" then buzzed Maxi, as everyone sat around a table at a local Athens diner. "No, no, no, we should be, Kali-Yugas!" announced Kilik. "Not on your lifetime, asshole, how about The Pretty Pony Princesses?" glimmered Xianghua. Everyone stared at her. Link then looked at Kilik, blinking once or twice. "That's a great idea Link! I think The Warriors of Soul is a great name!" Everyone looked at each other and then began to nod in agreement, "Sure, I think that name sounds good" said Xianghua. She then thought Did he say anything? I swear there was no noise…
Maxi was cleaning his ear with a Q-tip hoping that the next time Link 'spoke' he might have a chance of hearing him. The waitress walked over, politely asking "May I take your order?" Kilik then began to stare at her. "You look very familiar…" he pondered, "I can't quite put my finger on who you are…" As the waitress began to nervously sweat "Umm… ma-may I take your order, sir?" He then stared at her a few more seconds until… "CASSANDRA!? Are you supposed to be, like, praying at some sort of temple!?!?" Cassandra made a gesture to 'shush'. "I'm trying to make some cash! Don't get me fired! Besides, I do that stupid job for no pay anyways…" Xianghua gave her a look of approving, Kilik nodded, Maxi didn't care skimming the menu, Link smiled, and Yoshimitsu could be heard from the bathroom yelling "NAMU NAMU NAMU!!!!"
Maxi decided "Yes anyways, could I get the double patty with extra mayo and…"
~*^*~
"Well my band! We will show the competition no mercy! We shall destroy those bastards with the music we create together, for together we are… LugNuts!" cheered Misurugi. "Together we are unstoppable Voldo… Charade… Berserker… Taki… and Lizardman!" As the seven then cheered "Let us play!" As they than began to play a catchy country beat. Voldo on tambourines. Charade at drums. Berserker at harmonica. Lizardman on banjo. Taki on the keyboard. Mitsurugi at guitar and singing, "Oh Susanna! Won't ya' cry fer' me, I come from Alabama with a banjo on ma' knee."
~*^*~
In the storm cloud covered sky of dark Pirate's Alcove, four souls gathered, oddly as these souls were nothing alike, yet felt the same feeling of ambition. "Yes… it is finally time" arose a dark figure surrounded by the sense of death. "Are we to truly go through with this? I cannot bear the guilt I feel when we rule the competition." Another figure wrapped in pride then spoke. "It isn't as if the other fools in this competition deserve to win, because they deserve to win as much as Cervantes has sense." Said a third figure wrapped in mystery.
"Then it is settled… we shall enter this unworthy contest" said the first figure. "Yes, and finally I can prove myself to the rest of my kin" said the second. "And finally I will be recognized for by everyone that I am worth noticing, usually only staying as an unimportant character" said the third. "Well, we must…. Show our faces to the reader sooner or later right?" questioned the first. "Yeah, we have to wait for the creator to make something happen the lightens the area a little." replied the second. "Any day now…" the first said impatiently.
A flash of lightning brightened the sky as the faces of those were FINALLY shown. Spawn, Yung Sung, and Assassin had gathered for a meeting… "Whaddaya mean FINALY!?" angrily demanded Spawn, "It was your choice when our faces would be shown, in any case, that damn lightning almost made me go blind!" So then I decided to cut the trio off from there, and go to our final two pieces of this chapter.
~*^*~
Cervantes had Magicka kneeling on one leg as Magicka then looked up to his master, "Cervantes, shall we enter the battle of the bands?" Cervantes looked at his young apprentice, and saw much if himself within him (and that may not exactly be a good thing). He then began to pace back and forth in front of him "Yes Magicka, we SHALL enter the battle of the bands, and we will rule the competition." Magicka looked up to his master, "Yes Cervantes, you are ever so wise."
~*^*~
"Heihachi, the reports are back." as Necrid updated the old business man/fighter, "Three more bands are entering the competition, but it seems as if one of these three new will even be a challenge." Heihachi sighed, sitting in his recliner with his bathrobe and pink bunny slippers on, blowing bubbles out of a pipe, "I wish there was no competition."
Necrid looked at him "I understand sir." Heihachi gave him a look of approval and smiled, "Here you go Necrid, a reward for your work" as he then tossed him a doggie treat, and Necrid ate it off the floor happily. Heihachi read the papers himself, "So it's The Warriors of Soul against Demonic Pledge, LugNuts, Ryu-Kishin, and Cervantes and The Boy…"
"Maybe I'm just paranoid, but I think we're screwed over"
Well Heihachi maybe right, maybe not, find out next time on
Soul Calibur 2: Battle of the Bands