Subj: [ffml] [HD] Brawl!
Date: 01-01-30 14:32:01 EST
From: darklord@compusmart.ab.ca (His Dark Lordship)
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To: ffml@yahoogroups.com (ffml), hilliondynasty@egroups.com (Hillion Dynasty), ReCoN3dfx@aol.com (Shadow)
Before we begin this next chapter of this epic, I shall reiterate on what
has so far occurred;
Aracalen has recruited the now ressurected Kefka in his cause to reach
Hillion. Him and Kefka are in search of the place known as the Arsenal of
the Gods, so as to find the elusive Crystal Peak, which will lead them to
Hillion.
Ladaku, a travelling Lizar (a Lizar is basically a Utahraptor) and his
comrade Kenaron, a Moogle, have discovered KEfka and have decided to shadow
the pair. In the process of this, they have joined forces (though not
neccesarilly by her will) with the Avariel, Lia, who has been sent by her
kingdom, NeuVariel, to keep watch on an anticipated crisis.
Elsewhere, similiar prophecies are occuring. From Mysidia comes an aspiring
Red Mage, Celeste, who has joined forces with a mysterious creature, Cait
Sith, who is hunting Kefka. They also have met Saaldor, a remenent of the
forces of THanatos, Lord of Darkness.
A bumbling but devote esper, Arcanis, has emerged to this world, also in the
hunt of Kefka. He has recruited the aide of the "Anything Goes School of
Sexual Arts" and it's members, who have so far gotten into a lot of
trouble.
Mog Junior, son of Mog, has also forseen a crisis and has emerged to meet it
head on.
Elsewhere, the travelling Martial Artist, Hiryuu, and his friend/enemy
Akuryuu have been finishing an age old score.
Finally, the legendary Drugga da Klubba has met a strange robot, Nicotron Z,
and they have been travelling north.
* * * * * *
"Kupo! Give me back my money, kupo!" yelled Kenaron at the child.
"Excuse me..." muttered Kefka. "But could you two cretins take this outside?
And that goes for you two as well." Kefka motioned to the bartender and the
man he was constantliy kicking.
"FUCK *UNK* YOU!" gulped the man on the floor. "I AM THE *URK* NORTHERN
*ACK* PALADIN AND I *ARRGH* KNOW MARTIAL *OW* ARTS!"
"Get up and fight like a man, aye!" yelled the bartender.
"I'm not going anywhere, kupo, until I get my money!" yelled Kenaron.
"I don't have your money!" yelped the young boy.
"Oh go kupo yourself!" grumbled Kenaron. "And pay up!"
"Hey! Watch your mouth, lali!" yelled a gruff voice from behind them.
They all turned. Before them stood a man, no taller than a child, but
definately stronger than most fully grown men. His face was concealed,
shadowed out by a large helmet. He wore stout armour.
"Who the hell are you?" asked the bartender.
"The name's Burdock, lali, and I'm just leaving, but you're blocking the
door, lad." he motioned to the Northern Paladin.
"FUCK YOU!" yelled the Northern Paladin, hauling himself up and moving out
of the way.
"Okay, Gage..." muttered another figure that was in the fray, a half human,
half moogle. "Give the man back his money."
Gage grumbled something to himself and handed a pouch to Kenaron.
Just then the bartender crashed into Kenaron.
"Alright, you drink serving bitch, now it's my turn to kick ass!" yelled the
Northern Paladin. Then, his eyes went flush as he was delivered a swift
kick to the stomache by Burdock.
"Lad, ya need ta take a shower, lali."
"Fuck you, shorty!"
"All of you, shut the hell up!" yelled Kefka.
"Fuck you too!"
Kefka slapped his forehead. This was too much.
Just then, a crossbow bolt slipped by his head.
"DAMMIT!" yelled a voice from the ever growing crowd of people.
"Alright, who shot that?" asked Kefka rather snidely. "Was it... you?" He
pointed directly at Cait Sith.
"Yes." stated the Cat rather cockeyed.
"Well, then you shall die!" Kefka laughed fairly manically as he pulled out
a mace. Cait Sith pulled out a bastard sword.
"Aye... this could be bad, lali-OOOF!" Burdock felt a stool strike his
head.
"That'll teach you to fuck with the NORTHERN PALADIN!" yelled the Northern
Paladin. He then watched as Burdock stood up. "Oooops."
"Lad, ya shouldn't have done that." Burdock pulled out an axe. "Draw thy
tool, lad, for I dunna think ye'll be a challenge with yer fists, lali."
The Northern Paladin looked around for a weapon. Seeing a sword strapped
against the wall, he grabbed it.
"This is getting insane..." muttered Junior. Suddenly, a chair hit him in
the back.
"Alright, freakboy, let's go!" yelled the bartender.
Junior growled.
"Ha. Wuss..." muttered the bartender, then a chair hit him in the face. He
fell to the floor.
"Eat wood, BITCH!" yelled Gage.
"Ha!" chuckled Kefka as he disarmed Cait Sith's sword. "Now you di-OOF!"
another Moogle crashed into him. It was Kenaron.
A third figure kicked Kefka once he was on the floor. He looked up. It was a
red mage, with long white locks. She placed a sword on his neck.
"You're down, Kefka." she said.
"It appears I am. But you haven't taken account of THI-"
Kefka suddenly spasmed, and fell unconsious. A bulge was seen between his
legs.
"What the-AAAUGH!" yelped Kenaron as the Northern Paladin fell on him.
"Ladi, you're bested." chuckled Burdock. "I suggest you yield-OOF!" Junior
crashed into Burdock.
"Alright, that's it." snarled the bartender, pulling out an automatic
crossbow. "Kiss your lives goodbye."
He was about to pull the trigger at the rather shocked mob when he went
flying as another form tackled him. The crossbow struck the ground, firing
off shots.
"Holy shit, everyone out!" yelled Kenaron as the diner began to fill with
crossbow bolts.
Lia barely dodged the mob surging out of the diner. After everyone was out,
out strolled a large hulking reptile, with a few bolts sticking out of him.
He yanked them out and brushed his hands against each other.
Slowly behind him stumbled Kefka.
"Esper..." he grumbled as he collapsed again.
"Next time you're going to have a brawl, make sure you tell me, alright?"
grumbled Ladaku.
Lakadu noticed they had attracted a bit of a crowd. Several of them were in
armour. One walked up to Celeste.
"Are you in charge of these freaks?"
Celeste blushed. It hadn't really occured to her that she was probably the
only human present.
"I suppose so..." she muttered.
"Well, the whole lot of you are under arrest for disturbing the peace."
A unanimous "Shit." rose from the crowd.
* * * * * * * *
Drugga and Nicotron Z pressed through the bush faster than ever before.
Nicotron was certain of where he was going, though he didn't quite know
why. The pair came to a clearing with a large cave opening up at the top of
a hill.
"Woah. Dis iz weird."
"Why I remember where this is is beyond me." muttered Nicotron Z.
"Well, letz check it out." Drugga bounded into the cave, with Nicotron Z
close behind him. Inside, Drugga looked about.
"Oi, derz all sertza weird shit 'n 'eer."
Aside from the various strange weapons, one thing that stood out was a map
on the wall. A map that seemed to cover the entire world. In fact, on
closer inspection, Drugga noted, it looked like through the map he was in
fact looking down on the world. He saw oceans flowing, herds milling about,
an entire forest go up in flames in a gigantic energy ball...
On a very remote continent in the southwest part of the map, he saw a large
"X." To the north of the "X" was what appeared to be a castle made of
bones.
"This iz trippy." muttered Drugga. He yanked the map off the wall and put it
in his pants.
"I seem to remember something about this place..." muttered Nicotron Z.
"Someone called it the... Arsenal of the Gods?"
"Oi, wit stuff like diz ah'm not surprized." Drugga picked up a large staff
with a blade on either end. "Woah, diz iz killa."
"Let me see that." muttered Nicotron Z. Drugga handed it to him and looked
at some large, black armour. The blade had a perfect feel to it, like it
was always meant for him.
"Oi, check diz out. Nicotron Z looked up. Drugga was fully clad in a suit of
dark, spikey armour, that almost seemed like it was made for him. He had a
equally frightening battle axe.
"Nice."
"Awright, weez iz prapared 'fer 'nything. Ah suggest weez 'ed ta Norland,
which iz to da west."
"Why there?" asked Nicotron Z.
"Derz a statue there I wanna piss on."
Nicotron Z sighed, but there didn't seem like much else to do.
"Very well."
--
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