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Ghaleon vs TimeLord
Draco Ignifer It was the night of the longest-awaited rematch in RPGDL history, and Timelord once again paced in his home, unsure of what tomorrow would bring. At Ghaleon's... well, request would be a poor term for it... every person entering into the Arena would be searched carefully, including him. No sound equipment, no fasion equipment, and above all, no dresses would be permitted to enter. With no hope of humiliating his foe, all Timelord could do is either run like a coward, or fight to the death. But even if he assumed the full glory of his Boss Form, the fight was too close... and he only knew what fate awaited him if he should fail. Shuddering, the Mystic sighed. Maybe he should just give up. Better that then face Ghaleon's tender mercy. "Oh, you can't really be thinking that, can you? Not after the fun you had last time. The Great Timelord, driven off by that petty elf... how sad." The Mystic flipped his head to the side, towards the source of the sly, snide voice that oiled its way at him. There, standing in shadows that he honestly didn't think had existed, there stood a figure which he presumed was human, although it's never possible to be completely sure. As he took a step towards the figure, it held up a hand, shaking its head. "Ah ah ah! That's close enough." "Who are you?" "Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. For now, let's just call me... a friend... one who heard that you have a little bit of a problem, and no real idea how to fix it." Timelord glared towards the figure, then sighed and nodded. "A pity. You were so clever the last few times... But your foes have maneuvered quite well. It's a pity that they aren't quite as good as I am at this sort of thing. Now, I can't promise you victory in battle... I'm not sure what I'm proposing is exactly what you'd call legal... but if you listen to me, then you'll have fun, and our dear friend Ghaleon will not... and I'm sure that's enough for you." The Mystic glared warily, by now quite confused by this fortuitous occurance. "Just one question. Why are you helping me?" The figure then laughed, and shook its head. "We all have our secrets, my friend. And once again, I don't think you'd believe me if I told you." === Zidane, too, was up this night, although not because of worry. Through some careful finagling, he had wormed his way into the position of one of those responsible for searching entrants into the duelling arena tomorrow. All the girls of the arena, and every one of them would not just be subject to his hands, but subject to them as part of his official duty. Truth be told, the monkey-boy was just too excited to sleep. As he paced around the hallways, thoughts of groping and surprise cavity searches going through his head, he was completely unaware of the form following him... Until it reached out and grabbed him, hands burning crimson with the phantom image of a glove. He frantically turned, only to see the slightly apologetic face of Timelord behind him. "My apologies... I have no specific quarrel with you. But trust me... this is necessary. Thank you for your cooperation." And as the monkey began to crumble away into dust, rapidly absorbing itself into the Mystic's Glove, Timelord sighed, and looked over at the arena. His mysterious benefactor had better live up to his end of the bargain. === The next morning, the Arena was packed ot the gills with spectators, eager to see either the latest humiliation of Ghaleon, or Timelord's comuppitance. Either way, it would be a show to remember. Bloody vengeance on his mind, Ghaleon marched into the arena, a single glare silencing every cry of "I Feel Pretty!" before they could begin. His eyes burned hatefully towards his foe, who simply stood there, unperturbed... only enraging the Magic Emperor even more. "Before I am done, you will beg me for death, mystic. But you will pray for an end which will never come. The humiliation I have felt at your hands will pale in comparison to the agony you shall feel at mine!" Timelord simply yawned. "Taking speech lessons from DeathEvan?" The simple yawn, however, was slightly more than it seemed. The taunt was also a signal, pre-arranged with the shadowy friend from the night before, who then put his half of the plan into action. Up from the stadium, to the laughter of basically everyone involved, the voice of Ghaleon, digitally altered to say the infamous line once more, rang out, followed by the opening to the Magical Girl Ghaleon television theme. Ghaleon's face went absolutely crimson, both from rage and embarrasment, and the Magic Emperor screamed his fury as he charged at the Mystic. Spellcasting ability, blasts of death magic... it didn't matter. He was going to rip the mystic limb from limb. And yet, Timelord simply stood and smiled, right until the enraged Magic Emperor closed and began to deliver a punch. His gauntlet flared, and the Mystic expertly sidestepped the berserk strike, chanting forward an attack as his hand drove straight for Ghaleon's heart. "Perversion... GROPE!" And, red light sparkling around him, a very Zidanish aura flashing through his hand, the digit expertly squeezed the Emperor's chest, exactly as if fondling a woman's breasts. And then, all hell broke loose. Everything had been perfectly arranged. The mysterious disappearance of "Tuxedo" Zidane... the theme music, into which a clever magical signal to weaken will had been mixed... and the grope, enemy of all schoolgirls. As Ghaleon stood there in disbelief, something deep inside of him, something psychotherapy had tried to eliminate but had only been able to suppress, was called forth. Her true love was missing, her music was calling her, she was being molested, and Ghaleon's mind, weakened by rage and magic, was unable to hold her back from her duties. As Timelord released his grip, and stood back watching in bemusement, the naked transformation sequence began. A few seconds later, and Magical Girl Ghaleon stood in the Arena in his/her full glory. "In the name of Althena, you shall be punished!" And that's when Timelord went flying, the suddenly-appearing mallet sending him into orbit. He sort of wished he could have avoided this part, but his benefactor had warned him it was necessary. Familiar words entered his mind, and the mystic vanished, returning to his own realm... only to open a viewing window using his TimeRecord spell. He wasn't going to miss this. === "Royce! Xenobia!" "Er... master... what are you..." "There's no time for questions! The forces of Evil have been running rampant since my departure! Though we have won this day, the war against wickedness will still be lost unless we act now! For the good of all, evil must be punished! Now, transform, and let us go!" "But, sir..." "Are you questioning your princess!?" "..." "..." And in unison, they both replied, a look of resignation on their faces. "...No, sir." And, since then, Magical Girls Ghaleon, Royce, and Xenobia, joined soon after by Magical Girls Flonne and Jennifer (who were entirely unable to resist joining, much to Laharl's embarrasment, Etna's amusement, and Gordon's admiration) have been fighting for the forces of good, delivering justice to evildoers and pantyshots to the fanboys (and fangirls, for Ghaleon), of the world. And, of course, their antics are being carefully, erm, documented as the next season of Magical Girl Ghaleon - now Live-Action. And for the mysterious benefactor? === In a place that defies description, strange creatures similarly indescribable whirled around their great king, playing something called music only because no alternative exists. In their center, a creature with form so twisted and monstrous that to gaze upon it would drive a mortal mad did something which could only be called bowing before its lord before it. "It is done, Master. Magical Girl Ghaleon has been reborn, and Tuxedo Zidane disposed of. Everything is exactly as you requested. Are you satisfied, Master?" And with a burbling, twisted cry that could shatter worlds, the great Demon Sultan, the blind idiot God Azathoth idly shooed its servant from it, and returned its attention to the massive television screen, the size of a star, which it existed before and directed its attention at. Nyralathotep sighed, and travelled away from its lord, shaking portions of its being sadly. Meanwhile, a sound that could only be described as some monstrous coo came from the nuclear chaos, as the pipers and drummers surrounding it began to play something vaguely approximating the Magical Girl Ghaleon opening theme. And as the nightmarish being sat within the black throne in the center of chaos, focusing its attention lovingly as the titular character raised her wand and shouted a justice-invoking battle cry, Nyralathotep simply shuddered, and left back for the mortal realms, until called for once more. There are just some concepts too frightening for even the Great Old Ones. Ghaleon: 45 Barubary
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Malik Benedict vs Rika
Tide After the incidental accident last week, Malik was still in the DL infirmary recovery from his wounds. And while he felt most of his physical injuries have recovered, he's been having a terrible migrane for a while. No matter though! The evasive prophet decided that all he had to was to deliver a letter informing the DL scheduling committee about postponing the match. Surely it would get there! It has to. So naturally, he decided to provide the letter to someone who looked responsible. ------ "What do you mean, I was disqualified?! Did you not receive the letter that I sent?" An arena scheduler gave the angry prophet a surprised look, "Letter? We didn't receive any notice at all about you still infirmed" Malik looked like he wanted to kill someone, "When I get my hands on that Wallace..." ----- "Oh that letter? See, it turns out I got lost not too long after you gave it to me from the infirmary, so naturally I decided it would be irresponsible to just leave an urgent letter waiting. I contacted one of my colleagues and they managed to pick it up for me." Well at least Wallace was competent enough to pass the mail along to someone else when he realized he didn't know where the scheduling office was. Still, Malik wanted some answers. He wanted vengence! "Who did you give the letter to?" "Hrm...I recall providing it to one of my more reliable knights. His name was Kent. Wait, are you telling me it didn't get sent Sir Mal-" ------ "Ah, I see. You wanted to know about the whereabouts for that letter" Malik nodded, desperately trying to keep his cool. He knew this knight's answer will end up with some sort of excuse or incompetence. Kent went to his desk and pulled out a small booklet. He flipped through several of the pages, before finally stopping, "The letter should've been delivered on the day we received it. My partner, Sain, was carrying the lighter half the cargo we were delivering. He most likely had your letter" ---- Malik was getting sick and tired of this fetchquest. HOPEFULLY, this will be last location he has to travel to. Hunting down this 'Sain' was not easy. But at least that Kent fellow was nice enough to provide some more details. Now, he should finally get his answers. "Oh heh, I got hungry on the way to the office. So I decided to stop by the nearby bar to pick up some food. Anyways, I met this cute catgirl chick and we started talking for a bit. I think I feel asleep after that, perhaps she drugged the food I was eating, but I swear I delivered all the stuff I was supposed to! Otherwise I would get lectured by Kent promptly before Sir Wallace decided to do the same", the cheerful cavalier smiled as he explained the events that evening. Malik twitched. He knew want happened to the letter now, and perhaps he should be grateful that he at least won two matches after recently upgrading. But this is some sort of cruel twist of fate. Now he knew what the Lord of the Undead felt after drawing 4 mage opponents and himself in the 6 matches he's been in. With that, Malik did the only sensible thing. "BLLLLLLLLAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGHHHH!!!!!" Malik Benedict: 27 CmdrKing
Zed vs Kyra Tierny
Dhyerwolf Kyra was so super worried coming into this match. She heard that Zed has a super secret form that was a robot, and she was just a poor helpless damsel. While she’d seen many robotics in her life, she didn’t know how to match this super secret power. After bugging Rune for ages and ages, and hiding his hair dye (What? He's aging. You don't think that hair that brightly blue keeps its sheen forever, do you?), he finally agreed to come up with a solution. Why certainly if Zed could have a super secret robot form, why couldn’t others? Certainly there was someone somewhere who knew of the art of grafting a robot form onto one’s self… On the day of the match, Zed showed up ready to battle, but Kyra was nowhere to be seen. “Aha, when one’s opponent does not show,” Zed mused “they must realize they can not win and are already planning a gracious party for the victor!” He was about to leave the arena in search of such gracious party, when he heard a deep thundering coming towards him. He glanced and saw a massive robotic Kyra slowly making its way towards the arena. “You’re sure this will work, rodent?” Rune asked with a bit of skepticism. “Of course! Things went ever so perfectly for me!” Hammer said with a straight face. “Now, she might not have my mad skillz, but Kyra should still be able to defeat Zed with this marvelous contraption!” The match seemed to go the obvious way at first. A giant robo-Kyra chased the regular Zed across the ring. Luckily, Zed is used to be pelted with hooks, changing magics, and grenades, which is the only reason that Kyra wasn’t able to kill him quickly. Just as she was about to move in for the kill, a spark starting coming out of Kyra’s now robotic leg. She was almost able to shake it off when another came out of her arm. “Whaaaat’s happeninggggggggggg?!” Kyra whined as her machine started to rumble ominously. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion and Kyra found herself flying out of the arena. “Looks like I’m blasting off again!” “You retarded Rat! How did this happen!” Rune screamed. Hammer was too busy gnawing on his tail to notice right away, but after several beatings from Rune, he finally looked up. “Oh right, I guess my gear exploded too! Who would have thought it happened twice? Oh, did I mention that my specialty is backstabbing? Do you have any cheese?” Rune cursed his stupidity at not looking into the machines of Xenosaga instead. Afterward, Kyra felt so bad at trying to cheat her way to a win that she threw Zed the most gracious party that the DL has ever seen. Rune was…not so gracious. Zed: 40 
Lady Harken vs Sir Leopold
Gatewalker It was a classic stand-off. Harken kept a loose grip on her scythe, ready to dodge and strike like lightning the moment her canine foe launched an attack, but Leopold was also waiting for the Quarter Knight to make the first move, knowing that she was fast enough to evade his attack if he struck first, but confident that he could make her move right into a cloud of icy breath if she moved first. For nearly five minutes they stared eachother down, both patient and canny warriors, neither giving so much as a hint of an opening to the other…until Leopold got a bit distracted by seeing Guv, Yangus, Jess and Trode making faces at him from the stands out of the corner of his eye. Out of frustration, the demonic pooch growled at his foes, making a mental note to hunt them down and kill them one by one after he was done with this fight. Suddenly remembering his opponent, Sir Leopold whipped his head back to where Lady Harken was…supposed to be standing. Only she wasn’t there. Quickly leaping into the air to avoid the attack he knew must be incoming, Leopold cursed the meddlers once again for distracting him as he caught a glimpse of a red blur…and then nothing. “Pathetic mutt, I would think one such as you would know better then to take your eyes off your enemy.” Lady Harken strode away from the neatly bisected carcass of Sir Leopold, and on to the Heavy Finals. Lady Harken: 33 Tide
Ziggy vs Dekar
Gatewalker Dekar had gotten himself in a bit of a pickle this time. Mouthing off a bit before the fight, claiming that he could do anything that bucket of bolts could do better, and generally telling everyone that a flesh and blood warrior was better than some half-man/half-machine thing in every way. While Ziggy was more than content to just let the caveman flap his jaws, MOMO was not going to stand for some ignoramus insulting her friend. Stomping up to Dekar, she told him that he was a big fat meanie head(or something along those lines) and that Ziggy was a super-strong fighter and the best bodyguard in the world and was going to kick Dekar’s medieval butt in the match. Never one to let a challenge go unanswered(though how exactly he took a little girl ranting at him as a challenge, it’s best not to ask), Dekar boasted that he would be an even better bodyguard then Ziggy, even if the cyborg was supposed to be the best in the world. Starting to get a little irritated with Dekar after he upset MOMO, Ziggy accepted and made the match a contest to see who was the better bodyguard. This was the pickle. For all of his boasting and his utter lack of brains, Dekar was enough of a warrior to know a cold professional when he saw one. He knew that it wouldn’t be easy to beat Ziggy in his own specialty, even for ‘Too stupid to lose’ Dekar. So…he came up with a plan! - - - The day of the match came, and Dekar was carefully keeping an eye on his assigned ward, Relm, while Ziggy was standing calmly nearby with MOMO close behind him, waiting for the enemies to appear. Neither of them knew the nature of the threat that was going to attempt to harm the girls behind them, only that there would be a lot of them. Dekar was hoping for some good old fashioned monsters, and Ziggy would have preferred a hoard of robot minions, but neither was quite prepared for what came out when the arena gates opened to reveal their opponents… Standing before them, in all their miniscule glory, was an army of Moogles. One moogle drew a slim conductor’s wand from his…wherever it is that moogles keep their weapons and such…and turned to face the others. And all hell broke loose. Taking a defensive stance, Ziggy began setting up his enhancements and such, while Dekar enacted his ‘plan’. See, by Dekar’s way of figuring, if there were no more enemies left, then his ward was safe and he won. Thus, charging in and killing them all fast was the best way to win. So, forcing his way against Wind Slashes, dodging Rock Slides and leaping over Snares, Dekar pounded across the arena towards the Moogle army, and began laying about him with what could only be called GUSTO! There were a couple of problems with this though. See, Dekar forgot that he wasn’t exactly fast. Especially when he was fighting against the wind and having to dodge things. So, by the time he made it to the thick of the army, more than a few moogles had just rushed around him and gotten to Relm, costing him the match. Now, there are two lessons to be learned from this. First, if your claim to fame is being too stupid to lose, then for the love of God don’t try to actually think! Secondly, of course, is fear the Moogle Rush. Ziggy: 44 
Delita Hyral vs Killey
Gatewalker Killey was ready for Delita’s dirty tricks. He had been avoiding any and all FFT fighters, eating nothing that he did not prepare himself, and sleeping with one eye open. After Lorelai tipped him off that she overheard Delita mentioning that Killey was a ‘non-issue’ he knew that the so called ‘Holy’ Knight was planning another of his underhanded and treacherous attacks that he was oh-so famous for. Sure, he was a little tired from maintaining a state of maximum paranoia for so long, but it was a small price to pay for being able to smear that smug knight all over the arena with his Rage rune. He knew that the attack, whatever form it was going to take, was coming soon, too. The last couple of nights Killey could hear movement outside his room, low voices talking, who didn’t count on his long ear being able to pick up a few words. He knew they were just waiting for him to fall asleep. But this wasn’t the first time the sindar hunter had to pull more than one all-nighter in a row. He wouldn’t be so easily trapped. Sure, he was starting to get really tired from both paranoia and lack of sleep, but it shouldn’t take more than two spells to kill off Delita anyway, and then he could get some rest. Making it to the match without falling prey to any traps, Killey had a small and rare smile on his face. He had outsmarted a man known far and wide for being cunning and brutal, and now he was going to outfight him as well. Of course, once the match started, all it took from Delita was a single Holy Explosion to take down the man in red in his current state. As Killey lay on the ground, allowing blessed unconsciousness to slip over him at last, Delita smiled at Lorelai who was shaking her head in disbelief, “And that is how one well placed comment can make a paranoid man defeat himself.” Lorelai just shrugged, “Guess so. Gotta admit, I didn’t think that would work. Still, I held up my end of the deal, now it’s your turn.” With a nod, the King of Ivalice escorted his current business partner off the field, leaving Killey for the DL medics to handle, “Of course. I’ll have some of my best men escort you to the Deep Dungeon. Just, be careful, that place is dangerous. Still don’t know what you expect to find there, though.” Lorelai waved off the king’s concerns, “Don’t worry about me. Just make sure those people you give me can really fight.” Delita Hyral: 47
Reis Dular vs Evil Gaia
Sei A little known fact about the highly volatile nultiverse of the DL is that it has a great appreciation for classical themes. If it can get away with something, it will tweak the laws of reality just to watch the familiar stories unfold. Take this battle for example: A (mostly) silent dragon hero(ine) against a being of great evil. And thus it occured that Reis suddenly gained inspiration for a new skill and fired off a Kaiser Bracelet at the hapless Evil Gaia, splattering his remains hither and thither and fro as she walked out of the arena while carrying the now winged Beowolf in her arms to go to the nearest castle to make out. Reis Dular: 44 Gatewalker
Lieza vs Belle
Djinn and Tonic In a battle of 15-year-old girls, there is only ONE way to determine 'she who is most worthy of victory' - that's right, a BAKE-OFF! Belle proudly announced that her burning PASSION to bake for her one true love ("OMG Hugo <3!" ) would outshine Lieza's wishy-washy feelings for... for whoever it was she was in love with... And of course, the only person who could judge such a contest is the one and only: Necron! "What? Didn't you guys know I have a famous sweet tooth?" asked the Final Fantasy IX boss to the gaping stares given to him by the young girls. Belle began to sob, "NO NO NO NO! This isn't fair! I only want to cook for my beloved Hugo!" Lieza, however, a girl who spends her time training monsters, actually found Necron quite cuddly, "Oh wow, just look at his tail. It's so cute!" Belle wondered if that was actually a tail... And so the half-hearted bake-off began! Belle's cherry pie was left mostly untouched as Lieza spoon-fed her delicious cheesecake to the somewhat-biased judge. Zidane, Zelos, and the whole gamut of RPGDL perverts watched the event enviously, all desiring delicious CHEESECAKE themselves. Lieza: 36
Tales of the Apocalypse AAA Ah, thievery. Where would many of the DL's 'finest' be without you? It's almost an assured thing that Yangus and Kazuki get away with their caper. Zany hijinks ensue when they try to escape, most likely Yangus slipping on a conviently placed banana peel and shouting out some incomprehensible bit of english. Probably something about crumpets. Of course, then they get back to the warehouse with the loot and they find out-there's a rat! But who's the rat? Tense standoffs enuse, with somebody getting their ear cut off for some reason. Why they don't just shoot the rat while he's eating cheese is beyond me, but thieves are a mysterious, stupid bunch. Anyway it turns out that the treasure is just a fake, and that the real treasure is the BONDS OF FRIENDSHIP AND LOVE AND FRIENDLY LOVE THEY MADE DURING THEIR JOURNEY, WHICH CAN NEVER BE BROKEN..which means a copy of Grandia 3 Kazumi and Yangus promptly make a murder-suicide pact and the Drifter's find the bodies that way a few days later. The copy of Grandia 3 is nowhere to be found. DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNN Drifters: 12 Bandits: 23 Security: 12 Boom: 14 Ultradude
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