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Maya Schroedinger (Wild Arms 3) |
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Maya Schroedinger has never been known for her subtlety. In any of her pursuits, be it gem collecting, gem collecting, or, uh, gem collecting, she rarely deviates from a gameplan of outright lies, theft, and of course a good old-fashioned gatling gun to the face. And so it will be with Farah. Calamity Jane should send the girl reeling and buy the drifter lass a slot in the quarterfinals. After all, RPG Dueling League Heavy Champ is just the kind of credit a future President of the World could use in her resume, and Maya is determined as ever not to let anyone stand in her way. |
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Inspired by her Celestian friend, the cooking martial artist of Infernia has entered this season in hopes of duplicating Meredy’s run. And who is her first victim, you may ask? Why, it’s a drifter from Filgaia with the costume-changing powers of a magical girl! A daunting opponent for sure. All sarcasm aside, a few Chi-Maximum Burst combos from the iron fists of the iron chef will be more than enough to drop Maya. Add in Mirage and Healer to whisk away her opponent’s hopes of winning, and Farah is off to a good start on her quest to reach the Heavy finals. |
Sei Wanting to make a good first impression in the league, Farah had prepared extensively for her match with the costume-changing drifter. She had researched her opponent as much as she can, looking up what she can do, and how she can counter them. She had asked the blacksmiths of the Suiko dimension to improve her Omni Weapon, to make them be lighter, yet hit harder at the same time. She had practiced the katas for her various moves, repeating them over and over until she can chain from one attack to another flawlessly. She had even mastered her Mirage technique to near divine levels, reaching speeds that would make even TimeLord blink, and her instincts to danger so honed, that it appeared like she wielded a sixth sense. Indeed, Farah was prepared for anything at all when she stepped into that ring. Anything, that is, except for Maya... ...who entered the arena wearing a very familiar black trenchcoat, wielding a very familiar sword, and sporting very familiar gravity-defying bangs. Apparently, a certain Godlike currently seeking to get his second championship, had just released his highy-rated novel entitled "Mother Dearest", which chronicled his struggles against power-hungry companies, evil witches, and spiky-haired idiots. And Maya Schroedinger had finished reading it last night. Needless to say, the battle didn't last very long. Maya Schroedinger: 22 |
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