Tales of a Journey (Private!)

"Aw, shaddup." Ranma snarled, dropping himself in the first seat available.

"If only you'd practice what you preached. . ." Dimitri muttered, glaring at Melody.

"Riri, hurt?" Neli asked, looking up at Scarlet for a moment before returning her attention back to the match.

"Could be worse. It could have been Ayla." Kinta said in reference to Lizbeth's clingyness. "Why ARE you on me, anyways?"

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The kid tossed the revolver at her once it was out of ammunition, pulling another set of small pistols from some inner coat pocket.

"Enough to get me through the tournament!" He cheered, firing at the fox again.

 

"Jeez, thanks. Happy now?" Ranma growled at the fox boy. "Let's just watch your sister get her ass kicked now."

"Hello again, Audri. To be honest, I don't wanna know what she's doing either. And WOULD YOU GET OFF?!" Kinta shouted, struggling to push Lizbeth off. When that failed, he casted Gravity on her and watched as she was forced to the ground by magic, snickering.

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The pistol hit Myles in the head, causing him to stumble forward. Thankfully for him, his main gun was right in front of him and he finished putting it together. Aiming the finished weapon at Riri, he slipped a red cartridge into the back of it, grinning.

"Y-you know, I've got one thing that you don't. FIRE!" The boy shouted, firing red bullets from the rapid-fire weapon. Upon impact, they burst into flame.

 

"Yeah. All I need is some popcorn and it'll be the best thing ever." Ranma remarked, watching the map with mild interest.

"Oh, yeah, Monty. . . He was arguing with his brother, so we sort of left him back there. Yeaaaaaaaaaah, we didn't want to deal with their nonsense. You remember the last time he had an argument with his family, right?" Kinta asked, shuddering at the memory of the moogles fighting with magic. "With any luck, they haven't destroyed the place."

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"Wha-hey?!" The boy cried as the fox tackled him. "St-stop that!"

As he hit the ground, the gun went spinning across the ground into a corner. He tried to kick her off as he fell, rolling backwards onto his back.

 

"Uh-wait, Audri? What - where - what are you doing?!" Kinta exclaimed, calling out after his girlfriend. He dashed off after her, but got lost in the crowds.

Ranma watched as Kinta dashed by, snickering to himself. "Better keep your girlfriend on a leash!" He shouted to Kinta, bursting into full-on laughter. This was cut short, however, because he was still sore and his ribcage wasn't feeling up to it. "Owwww. . ."

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Monty and Stitzlkin were having an epic duel, the likes of which had almost never been seen before! The sheer force behind each blow was astounding. Anyone watching would be astounded thoroughly.



They were fighting with colorful squeaky hammers.

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Myles pulled a pill out of his pocket and munched it.

"Smokey-time!" He mumbled, biting down on it hard. His body immediately began to appear as if the outline were fuzzy, or like he was on a vibrating floor. He dashed over to Riri at an astounding speed, delivering a punch to her before jumping for the gun. The effect wore out quickly after.

 

"Uh-wait, Audri? What - where - what are you doing?!" Kinta exclaimed, calling out after his girlfriend. He dashed off after her, but got lost in the crowds.

Ranma watched as Kinta dashed by, snickering to himself. "Better keep your girlfriend on a leash!" He shouted to Kinta, bursting into full-on laughter. This was cut short, however, because he was still sore and his ribcage wasn't feeling up to it. "Owwww. . ."

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Monty and Stitzlkin were having an epic duel, the likes of which had almost never been seen before! The sheer force behind each blow was astounding. Anyone watching would be astounded thoroughly.



They were fighting with colorful squeaky hammers.

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Myles pulled a pill out of his pocket and munched it.

"Smokey-time!" He mumbled, biting down on it hard. His body immediately began to appear as if the outline were fuzzy, or like he was on a vibrating floor. He dashed over to Riri at an astounding speed, delivering a punch to her before jumping for the gun. The effect wore out quickly after.

 

"Unless you're good at the magics, then no. Who are you, again?" Ranma asked rather grumpily, the man rubbing his sides. "Aw, craaaaap. Why is everybody better at magic than me? I don't like getting my ass kicked by some book-worm!"

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"Wha-"
"Kupo!"
BOWLING NOISE EFFECT!

Both Moogles went flying in a fashion that was, you guessed it, like bowling.

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"Check-m-m-mate!" Myles called out, getting up with the machine gun in hand and aiming it at her. His finger rested on the trigger fairly tightly, ready to fire on a moments notice. "Surrender, or I'll shoot!"

 

"Huh? What are you talking abou- Wait, do you know where my match is?" Ranma asked, the effects of the the time switch readily apparent. "On top of that, how the hell did I end up in the stands? I should be at the arena or something right about now. . ."

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"Peachy-keen, kupo. Unlike my brother, I don't keep my entire inventory on my person, kupo." Monty explained, gesturing over to Stitzlkin and a very large pile of goods scattered about the place as he got up. He called over, "You shouldn'tve packed everything into a magic bag, you doofus!"

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"No guarantees," Myles replied, walking over to her and hitting her in the forehead with the butt of the rival. He was declared the winner after that.

"Horaay! I win!" He cheered jumping up and down.

 

"Psh! Yeah right! I would remember something like getting my ass kicked! After all, it's never happened before in the history of ever!" Ranma boldly boasted, standing up and striking a defiant pose. After he was done being obstinate, he turned his attention to the unconcious fox-girl in the arena. "Eh, of course she'd lose. She's got nothing on me!"

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"Ah, shaddup, kupo. I'm not your friend!" Stitzlkin snarled, hopping up on his own and removing his sack-pack from his back. He then scurried about, refilling it with all the assorted items that got scattered about.

"Ah, he's just sore that he got hit like a tenpin and then scattered like a set, kupo." Monty chuckled heartily.

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"Kinta to Arena 2. Kinta to Arena 2." The intercom called. The white-haired man raised an eyebrow.

"I could swear they change the announcement style every time!" He commented, heading directly to where his match was being held.

 

"Oh yeah, that reminds me. I need to find out how badly Lizbeth got beaten on a scale of 1 to ouch! Good bye, weird person!" Ranma cackled, hopping down from the stands and heading into the crowds, casting one last glare at the guy because he hit him.

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"Oh my, kupo. Let me heal that - Cura, kupo!" The moogle chanted, casting the green magic over her damaged body as he ran to her side. "That can't be good. . . How did this happen, kupo?"

"I'll sell you an encyclopedia on various types of wounds for five hundred munny, kupo!" Stitzlkin piped up, pulling a book from his back.

"Always with the business opportunities, kupo. I won't pay five munny for that!"

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Kinta ran into his arena where a burly man with a shaved head held a rather frightening warhammer.

"So, you are opponent, yes? I crush you now like little bug." The man grunted, lurching forward with the hammer. Kinta whipped his fan out in a flash, blocking the downwards blow. The force of the hit broke the ground underneath him.

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As they came into this new area, Neli tried to peer over the heads of the crowd but to no avail. Being a short girl had its disadvantages.

"Can't see." She informed Scarlett, pointing towards the fighting area.

 

"Um. . . what sort of accident, kupo?" Monty asked, clearly concerned about the matter.

Stitzlkin continued his charade of trying to sell things, pulling another book out and asked, "What about the guide to accidental injuries, kupo? Guaranteed a 100% chance of successfully diagnosing!"

"Not helping, kupo!"

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"Boom." Neli told the two girls, just before an explosion of lightning occurred within the barrier sealed arena.

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"Oh, come on! Doesn't anything work on you?!" Kinta cursed, fanning more waves of lightning onto the man.

"I am like hard stone. Little man like you cannot penetrate the armor!" The challenger heartily taunted in his somewhat thick accent. "Do not be worrying. You lose soon!"

"Not if I can help it."

Kinta kept on firing assorted waves of tier one (Blizzard, fire, etc) from his fan, amplified by the fan and his rings, until he reached a corner. Not a single one of his shots damaged his opponent. But then, in his little corner, he grinned.

"Alright, let's see what a little help from the voice in my head says about this. HOLY!"

He immediately raised a pillar of light from the ground, using the fan to gesture it up, directly under the burly being before him. The light tossed the man up like a ragdoll on a water torrent before disappearing and dropping him in a similar manner. He was unconcious.

"I believe the term is OWNED!" Kinta taunted, doing a little victory jump.

 

"Since when could you not use your powers, kupo?" The moogle asked, curious on the nature of the problem.

"How about the Guide to-" "Stuff it, kupo! You're not helping one bit! Nor are your prices anywhere near reasonable, kupo!!"

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Dimitri watched the match with awe.

"I wanna learn magic like that!" He exclaimed, eyes shining with life (Or the bright light XD).



Kinta noticed his group at the edge of the crowd, so he shoved his way over and joined them. Neli held her hand out to him as he came by. "High five?" She asked, the look on her face apparently one of confusion about congratulatory measures.

The white-haired man replied, "Sure, why not," before giving her the aforementioned contact. Looking to the others, he said, "So, Riri, how are you feeling? Need a Cure?"


"Lizbeth to Arena 2, Lizbeth to Arena 2." The intercom chimed. Thankfully, the arena she needed to be in was the one she was watching.