Subj: [ffml] [MW]Mist Date: 99-02-16 22:19:34 EST From: rydia21@excite.com (Rydia the Summoner) Reply-to: ffml@onelist.com To: ffml@onelist.com From: "Rydia the Summoner" The Evil Knight stepped into the small village, followed by another man in dark armour carrying a long pike... Both carried marks of their last battle, defeating the noble guardian of the valley... The Dark Night took another several steps forward, and a ring on his left hand suddenly glowed... The energy of the ring gathered quickly, sending waves of magical energy throughout the village.. Suddenly the very fabric of space split apart like a balloon pierced by a pin... And the smell of the rare Yellow Tulips spread through the air.. The Magic of the ring suddenly turned in on itself, giving some sence of justice to the dark Knight and his companion. The waves spread farther outwards, and the villagers did the only think they could.. they summoned... Any Bystander that day would have been awed by the numbers and types of summoned monsters... But to the last one, every one was torn apart by the violent spasms of the fabrinc of space.. A small girl huddled behind a bush, where she had been told to stay by her mother... She saw her mothers Dragon arrive, only to be cast down by what appeared to be a wave traveling through the air.. The Dragon faded, and her mother fell nearby, her glorious red hair already seemed to be dulled... Green haired Rydia stood up, and rushed to her mothers side, only to be struck by several of the waves at once. Instantly waves of knowlede screamed ino her head.. Memories of a life underground, of learning the great mysteries to black magic, and of gaining the trust of many creatures, and receving the power to summon them.Pain radiated throughout her body, and she looked down to see her body develop untill it took on some resembance of adulthood. The pain reached a crechendo, flashing through every fibre of her body, and then droped away again. She looked around her home.. the place where she had grown up. And saw again the body of her mother. Her rage at this knew no bounds. She lashed out with every spell at her fingertips. Lightening flashed, fire elementals rose from the earth and scorched the buildings, and still the smell of yellow tulips wafted through the air. Her rage slowly ebbed away, and she felt herself shrink. Looking down she noted that she had returned to her former youth.. Knowledge slowly drained away as well, untill she returned to her former self, not remember how she had cast the high level spells.. A voice wafted out of the clouds, along with a strengthened smell of yellow tulips. " That wasnt the Teleport spell... How did it go?.. No.. Wait.. that wasnt it... Maybe this... ACK NOW MY HATS ON FIRE...! Maybe this one..." Suddenly the smell disapeared completely, along with the voice.. And the young summoner, not knowing what else to do in the light of her entire village being destroyed, vowed to find the fiend that had done this, and set off through the far side of the valley... Subj: [ffml] [MW] M.C. Ultros in da hoooooouuuse! Date: 99-02-17 16:23:50 EST From: Patrick Szostak Rydia - I haven't laughed so hard in ages as I did when I read that line "Ack! Now my hat's on fire!" Hee hee, that was great. I hope your ear infection gets better soon. --------------------------------------------- The Yellow Tulip Magician returned to the clearing where his companion Ultros was waiting for him, looking slightly more singed and much more bewildered. Ultros, wearing a backwards cap, dark sunglasses, and gold chains, does not immediately notice his companion's return. {Ultros}: Yo yo yo! M.C. Ultros in da houuuse! {Yellow Tulip Magician}: *gasp* What are you doing now? {Ultros}: Oh, while you were scouting out cities for potential technology, I decided to become a rapper! {YTM}: *sigh* We have no time for your petty foolishness, Ultros. Your thoughtless boobery has already cost us pasage into space from Ramsus...not to mention numerous broken bones. {Ultros}: My form is just a little rusty, that's all! I haven't been in a fanfic in ages. Don't worry, now that I'm M.C Ultros, I'll have to beat down the honnies with a stick! {YTM}: Don't be vulgar. {Ultros}: So, what happened to you, anyway? {YTM}: I'm not sure. I went to Baron, but they have nothing but airships, and they don't travel through space. From there I teleported to Mysidia, but there was too much bustle going on there for me to get a good idea of what the town had to offer. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were preparing for a siege. Then I teleported to an unidentifiable village. When I arrived, however, the village had been destroyed, so I decided to return here. {Ultros}: (singing) The YTM traveled near and far but he would've gone faster if he had a car! The Yellow Tulip Magician rolls his eyes at his musically inclined octopedal friend, then looks around, trying to find the source of the scratching records. {Ultros}: (singing) He couldn't find a spaceship so he ran away He speeded outta there like his name was OJ! {YTM}: That's enough! We have to do something more constructive than warbling stupid rhymes! {Ultros}: Hey! We could do the "M.C Ultros" dance! (starts spinning around) {YTM}: (to self) Perhaps we ought to return to that village that had been destroyed. If there are survivors, we should help them, or at least inform the nearest castle...perhaps someone in the village might be able to help us find someone with a spaceship. Then it's decided! Let's go, Ultros! The Yellow Tulip Magician draws his cape around him, chants a few magical incantations, and throws his cape back as he raises his arms to the heavens. Instantly, he and Ultros are struck by lightning. {Ultros}: Ouchies. {YTM}: Hmmm...that's not how it goes. Ah! This must be it! Another incantation, another dramatic cape drawing in and throwing back, and the Yellow Tulip Magician and his octopedal companion disappear, soon to be arriving at Mist (hopefully). **********Brave Fencer Pat********** --High Priest of the Sacred Order of the Cheese in Pants --5th Decon of the SCG --Master of Disguise --Producer of "Fireworks of Love" for the CotMoHW