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"Metal Gear Eblan" Eblan's ninja prince sat in bed. Even though a fair amount of time had passed since his momumental battle before his fight with Rune, he still couldn't believe what had happened. A weapon was defeated by his planning. He had bested Thundergod Cid once again. His pictures were safe.. and most of all, despite losing to Rune at the last second, he was in Rydia's good graces. Despite the odd beating he got for making perverted comments, Edge was as happy as could be. A sudden knock on Edge's door broke his musings. With the agility that was his trademark, Edge swiftly opened his door. He was greeted by a very annoyed looking Orlandu. Before he could so much as twitch, a bright beam of light ripped through his body. "What idiot blithely opens his door in the middle or the night?"... Edge, unable to do more than twitch, fell into the darkness of oblivion. "Urk.." Edge stirred slowly. Much to his surprise, he felt no lingering pain or injury from Orlandu's brutal surprise attack. He was chained to a wall, with only his clothes on. The room was a small jail cell, which looked to be deep underground. His weapons and armor were removed. Glancing around, he spotted his possessions in a neat pile outside of the bars. .and much to his dismay, Orlandu stood over them, grinning. "Well, boy. Nice to see you're up and at em. Took you long enough. " The Holy Swordsman drew his trademark weapon, it's light shining even in this cold pit of a dunegon. "You know how long it took me to recover Excalibur, boy? You know how long it took me to recover it, boy? You know the pain you caused by attacking me again, boy? DO YOU? Hmph. It doesn't matter now, though. My revenge is at hand." Orlandu reached into his armor, and pulled out a certain battered photobook. Edge's face went alight in rage, seeing Orlandu once again holding his prized photos. " I'm going to present your little book of perverted pictures to the girls who you so cruelly took photos of. Rosa, Rydia, Terra, Alys.. I'm sure they'll want words with you. Assuming Rydia wants to speak with you at all, boy. Right back to square one for you." Orlandu put the book of photos away, and looked serious. "To show that Thundergod Cid is a fair man above all else.. I'll give you a chance to save yourself, boy." Drawing his sword with fluid motions, Orlandu cried out. "Absorb power in the sky and strike! Lighting Stab!" Edge's right arm burned slightly, and his visioned was filled with light. Edge quickly looked to his arm. The chain holding it down was melted by the power of the blow. The Holy Sword attack was followed by the door swinging open. "There, boy. I'm going to go take a relaxing nap, and then present the photos to the girls locker room. All you have to do is escape this dungeon, which is filled with random monsters, and take back your precious photos. You've got three hours to escape. Oh... as an added bonus, I alerted a select few friends of a..more perverted nature about your holding out of the pictures. Zidane, Gallows, Sheena, and Vigoro all want to have words with you.. enjoy, if you live long enough to escape from here!" Orlandu walked off, his laugh tinged with cruel humor. Edge cursed bitterly. He was going to have to pull something out, and fast, if he was going to escape this with his skin intact, and Rydia not wanting to nuke him with Bahamut. Of course, he had a plan.. ---- Edge faces a tall order here. Can he break free of his restraits, avoid getting mauled by the monsters in this dunegon, escape, and somehow stop Orlandu's plan while dodging fellow perverts who are trying to extract revenge on him? |
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superaielman A very annoyed Edge Eblan rubbed his shoulder. "That old man wants to steal my photos! I'll show him!" Using his free hand to make the needed signs, Edge called upon the ultimate lifesaver for Eblan males: "Smoke!" Quickly using the magic of the spell to twist out of his bindling, Edge made his way to his pile of equipment. "Let's see.... Catclaw, Catclaw, Ninja Garb, Rune Ring, Bandanna... what? No darts!" Looking around, Edge didn't see his Fumas in the murky cell. "Playing fair, eh? That old coot's gonna get it now. How dare he steal a Ninja's sacred darts!" Looking at the pile of silverware on the floor did cheer Edge up. "It's not quite as bad as that, eh? Hold on, photos! Daddy's coming home!" --- Vigoro stood pacing at the gates of the prison. It had been nearly an hour since Orlandu had told him that a certain Ninja Prince would come out through these doors. "All of those photos... mine!" The pervert of a Admiral wasn't worried. He was so busy talking to himself about how glorious he was, that he didn't notice the silent shadow drop from the roof. "... I'm sure that green haired cutie will be begging for some of Vigoro's sweet lovin'..." He wa so engrossed that he didn't even feel the slight pinpricks of the catclaw that raked his body. "One down..." Edge shrugged and pulled his claws out of the snoring Vigoro. "You'd think the ceiling would be guarded." Edge paused for a second, grabbed Vigoro's chain, and ran towards meeting spot Orlandu picked out. If he ran at a dead sprint... Parts of the DL flashed by Edge as he ran silently towards his goal. Various buildings for the characters, bars and inns - and of course, looming in the distance, the DL arena and attached buildings. The ladies' locker room was there... and so was his target. "Damn, I'm so stylish. Rydia, you should see your sex god now!" Impressed with himself so much, Edge decided to capture the moment. "There we go... just what a I need." Walking up to a random man with a camera, Edge smiled and turned on the charm. "Hey! I'll give you ten thousand gil if you take photos of me parasprinting down this road, looking like the god of Ninjas that I truly am!" The man with the camera smiled and took an entire roll of pictures. Before the ninja could so much as even as thank the man, two figures surrounded him. "You think to rob us of those glorious photos?" A blonde haired man grabbed Edge by his arm. "Don't you steal from fellow perverts." A tanned man with large lips grabbed Edge's other arm. The photographer ripped off his cloak... revealing himself to be none other than Zidane Tribal. "You're going nowhere, Ninja. Those photos are ours!" Reaching to his back, Zidane pulled out one of his weapons. Edge quickly realized that he would be stone if he didn't think fast. Noticing a certain hunter behind Zidane... "and she's wearing white..." Stepping down on Sheena's and Gallows's feet, Edge quickly jumped back and called upon his elemental magic. "Flood!" A tide of water crashed into the three perverts, knocking them and the water right into Alys. Although the hunter was barely injured... "My clothes!" Her entire body pressed against the wet fabric, giving any who wished to look a free show. "WHO DID THIS!?" Zidane, Gallows, and Sheena all stood up, staring at the very wet and very visble Alys. They didn't get to look for long, for the enraged hunter had turned her glare to them."You want a free show, you creeps? I'LL GIVE YOU ONE!" Pulling out a pair of slicers, Alys turned her attention to Sheena and Gallows. Zidane watched in horror as his friends in perversion were given a beating of a lifetime by the huntress. Before Alys could turn his attention back to the thief, he felt someone yanking at his shirt. Said person quickly pulled him to a alleyway, well away from the raging Alys. Spinning around, he saw that his savior was none other than the man who he was trying to kill before. "Listen up! The old goat's trying to trick you. He hid the photos, and he was planning on striking you down as soon as you returned." Zidane tried to speak, but his jaw was still frozen in shock from what had happened. "I just happen to know where he hid it. Those stupid pictures don't even matter to me now, all that does is getting revenge upon that coot!" Quickly giving directions to Zidane, Edge picked up and ran back off... just as he was heading off, he noticed that Alys's top had been blasted off by the flood of water. Shrugging, the Ninja Prince gathered that and the photos, and ran off into the distance. ---- Edge glanced at large building that contained the women's locker room. It was impressively sealed, and Edge had no legal means of getting in. Naturally, though, he had the building layout and floorplans memorized. Shaking his pockets, the ninja just sat there and stared, hoping for inspiration. His finger ran across the stray silverwere he picked up... and for the first time since he was blasted in the face by Holy Explosion, Edge laughed. Aiming his spoons at a small part of the wall, Edge began to throw. Orlandu stood in the middle of the women's showers. He had permission and clearance to be here. He had used his pull as a former godlike champion to gather all of the women who Edge had photographed in various states of undress. Rosa, Rydia, Yuna, Lulu, Lyonesse, Terra, Celes... those were just a few of the women who were now waiting for Orlandu's big announcement. Bringing up the rear was Alys, who was oddly without her favorite shirt and soaked to the bone. Looking at a timepiece, Thundergod Cid laughed. "Boy, you're late. Time to pay for what you've done to me." "Ladies, I have gathered you here today for a very special message. In my hand rests the hidden photo diary of one Edge Eblan, Ninja Prince. I'm here to uncover the truth... that he's nothing but a dirty pervert!" This little speech didn't have the effect he had hoped. With reactions ranging from "duh" to "wasting our time, old man?", it appeared that calling Edge dirty was like calling water wet. "I have PROOF of this, though! In here lies dirty photos of all of you..." With his lip curling, he glared at Rydia. "Even you defended that worthless Ninja. Come see the proof of his crimes!" The room then lit up. The girls and Orlandu both blinked briefly as a flash of lighting filled the room. When it cleared, a very annoyed-looking Ninja stood at the opposite end of the room. "Hahahaha. Your best wasn't enough to stop me, you old geezer! Time for you to get what you deserve!" Edge charged the Thundergod, claws shining in the crowded shower. The attack was stylish, brave, and showed that Edge feared Orlandu not in the least. However, it was also really stupid. "Holy Explosion!" The force of the blast hit the charging pervert, knocking him into the wall. Chuckling, Orlandu turned back to the women. "Ladies, I once again apologize for Edge's failures. Now let me show you the true depths of his perversion!" Orlandu opened up the battered booklet, and held the photos out for all to see. "... Idiot." "What's he trying to pull on us?" "By Spira's pulse, this is nothing but a waste of time!" Instead of glorious victory, Orlandu had a very angry looking group of women at him. "Wha... what could have gone wrong!?" Looking into the book of photos, his jaw dropped. Instead of pictures of various women in undress, there stood Edge, running against the DL skyline. While the photos were stylish, it was not what Orlandu had promised. Edge peeled himself off of the walls, obviously near death from a single strike from the Allswordskill set. "Look in his armor!" Lulu quickly trotted over to Orlandu, and yanked his breastplate off. Hanging around his neck was Vigoro's charm... and wrapped around the back of it was a damp shirt. The entire locker room started at this, for they had all heard Alys's story about losing her shirt and the mysterious leader of the perverts who attacked her, and somehow escaped. Alys stared at Orlandu in stunned silence, then rage. "... Y... YOU? You're the head of Vigoro's gang of perverts! And look at that! My shirt! You're the one who stole my top after those scum dare attacked me before! The women in the locker room all turned silent, with baleful glares aimed at the Thundergod. "Setting up Edge to take the fall? You can't even be a man about what you did, pervert!" Several of the girls encircled Orlandu, who had a very worried look on his face. Falling to the ground during all of this was Edge. He had spent his energy thwarting Orlandu. It was a simple matter to knock a hole in the walls with spoons, and an even easier to plant the photos and evadence on the Thundergod after his trick with Blitz. Of course.. using image on his photos he had taken earlier and slipping them into the album in time was the hard part... but damn, it was worth it. All he needed to do now was escape with his life. Much to his surprise, Rydia came over to him with a concerned looks on her face. "Edge... Edge... what'd you do this time?" Her words held no anger, nor did her face - only concern and amusement played on her features. The Summoner of Mist helped the battered prince to his feet. "Come on, let's get you to the infirmary." Edge limped out of the locker room.. at the last second, he turned his head back towards the now out-of-sight showers. "What will happen to the old perv now?" Rydia smiled and patted Edge on the head. "Don't worry... I'm sure Yuna has just what he needs for playing that mean trick on all of us." The sounds of angry talking were broken up by an ancient summoning chant. The locker room crackled with dark energy, and a rather large life force popped into being where only Yuna stood just a second ago. Edge's jaw dropped. "A...Anima..." Edge winced, then smiled. "Looks like that old perv got what he had coming to him.. no one steals from Edge Eblan." That reminded him of Zidane. If his guess was correct, he should reach the 'location' of the photos right after the target gets home.. ---- Zidane was full of righteous anger. How dare someone doublecross him. At least Edge was nice enough to forgive him and show him where the pictures where. "Hmm... door's locked." Unlocking the door was a slight of hand trick for the thief, and he easily entered the buildling. The first thing he noticed was the room. It was covered in memorabilia from Algol, with a framed picture of Rune and a brown-haired woman on a table. Shrugging, Zidane walked into the back room. He noticed that it was a sparse bedroom... And that a drawer was open, full of women's underwear. "Heheh. Better than photos! Thanks, Edge!" Reaching into the drawer, Zidane grabbed several pairs of panties. He was so engrossed that he didn't even notice the hands reaching around his throat. "You... little... PERVERT!" Alys ground out the words, voice choked with rage. "So you like sneaking up on women when they're undressed, just like your leader Orlandu? Time for you to be shown that perversion is wrong!" Later, no one dared wonder or ask why Alys came out of her room looking freshly showered, while her hands were covered in blood.. Edge: 37 Orlandu: 21 gorha
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