A prelude to madness: SRK Battle Poll VIII Intro Thread

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Intros are ready to go! First off, Rugal.

Also, Lantis, if you wouldn’t mind - change the sponsor from my current nick to Aria instead; since that’ll be the name I prefer to go by here (and will be the name change I’m going for, too).

LOCATION: Black Noah
TIME: 10:30 AM

Rugal is sitting on a massive throne, as he pets his black panther, Rodem, and looks onto his statues of previous fighters whom he fought and defeated before

RUGAL: It has been quite boring lately.

He then stands up and walks around the Black Noah as he speaks to himself

RUGAL: I have not enough funds to manage my arms trading thanks to the fierce competition that has been recently established by various mafia families against me ? neither will I be able to start another King of Fighters tournament.

After which he slams his fist through one of the statues, smashing it

RUGAL: ?and that aggravates me!

A short haired female secretary, in a black suit and with brunette hair, comes into from the shadows

SECRETARY: Mr.Bernstein, there is an invitation and a letter that came via fax a few moments ago.

RUGAL: What is it about, Aya?

AYA: An invitation to a tournament named ?Heaven?s Clash?.

RUGAL: Heaven?s Clash? Let me read it.

The secretary hands the documents to Rugal as she walks away from the area

AYA: Anything else, sir?

RUGAL: No. Leave.

Rugal is seen reading the invitation first, then the letter which reads

	Mr. Bernstein

I have come to understand that you are in a bit of a dire situation when it comes to your business. Seeing as to how you are an experienced and highly talented combatant - I wish to propose to you a deal.

You would co-sponsor with my organization your entry to the tournament, with two other team members as your allies - and my organization, Arancia, will offer you the funding you need and elimination of any of your opposing rivals in the market.

If you are interested, contact me as soon as possible. You?ll find me to be a most suitable ally in your time of need.

Ciao! ?

  • Aria Florence

RUGAL: Aria Florence, eh? Hermione!

*Another secretary appears from the shadows ? this time it?s a redhead wearing the same black suit *

HERMIONE: Sir!

RUGAL: Do a detailed search about on this Aria Florence and report to me as soon as possible.

HERMIONE: As you command, sir.

Hermione leaves as Rugal expresses a sly smile on his face

RUGAL: Heheh. Maybe this Aria might be just the pawn I need to get back to the top again. Besides, it might be entertaining to meet my foes of old and new, whoever they maybe, and crush them with my own fist.

Rugal is then seen laughing loudly as it echoes through the Black Noah

(Next up, Mr.L!)

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Hal Jordon entered the warehouse. He wasn’t entirely sure why. After all, the place looked about as far from inviting as you could get. The windows were boarded up, there were loose bricks all over the walls, and the roof looked as if it would cave in at any moment. Hell, he couldn’t even quite remember how he GOT there. The Guardians were having him explore a temporal anomaly in Sector…he couldn’t even remember anymore. All he knew was that he was on Earth again (or at least, it LOOKED like Earth), and that he needed to enter the warehouse. What he saw once inside confused him further.

“Wow, you might be the most boring person I’ve ever met! I mean, most people would have told me to shut up after the first 5 hours in a room with me!”

A man in red spandex was speaking animatedly to what appeared to be a young girl with purple hair and eyes. She was dressed in what appeared to be a school uniform. She was simply stared at the red-clad man as he gesticulated wildly. The Green Lantern wasn’t sure whether she was hanging on to every word, or merely lost in thought about a completely different topic and ignoring him altogether. The man in red suddenly turned his attention to the galactic officer.

“Dude, Green Lantern! It’s been ages!”

To Hal’s surprise, the man gives him a strong hug, with all the enthusiasm of a 10 year old child greeting his best friend.

“Do I…know you?”

“C’mon man, it’s me, Deadpool! I was with the Avengers when we helped the Justice League fight off Krona!”

“Incorrect,” the purple haired girl suddenly chimed, “Wade Wilson was not present when the team of meta-humans known as the ‘Justice League’ met the “Avengers” meta human to fight off the galactic researcher Kronas.”

“Hmm, well, maybe it was when our universes collided during the mid-'90’s. Man, that was a weird one. I think we were fused or something. Dead Lantern, or GreenPool, or something like that”

“Incorrect,” the purple haired girl once again replied, “Wade Wilson did not meet Hal Jordon during the crossing of designated Earth 001 and designated Earth 616.”

“Funny, I could have sworn I had met you there. Oh well, it must have been some other cross company team-up”

“Incorrect. Wade Wilson has never met Green Lantern Hal Jordon.”

During this very, VERY strange exchange, Hal had been speechless, unable to quite comprehend what he was seeing. Finally, he managed to pull himself together enough to string together a coherent sentence.

“You two…know who I am?”

“Yes,” the girl stated, without any sort of emphasis or emotion behind her statement at all, as if she were simply state the answer to two-plus-two.

“…How?”

“Because Miss Yuki Nagato here knows everything there is to know about the universe.” A strange, cloaked figure suddenly appeared in Hal’s peripheral vision (or was he there all along?). “Isn’t that right, Yuki?”

“That is not necessarily the case,” Yuki replied, “As I am currently observing an anomaly surrounding the being known as ‘Haruhi Suzumiya’.”

“Perhaps,” said the figure thoughtfully, “But I do not doubt the ability of the Integrated Data Entity to get to the bottom that mystery. As for Mr. Wilson,” figure gestured at the red-clad man, who, much to Hal’s surprise, was actually still talking, seeming to have moved onto the topic of Mexican food since their earlier confrontation. He turned at the sound of his name, and stopped speaking (although it seemed to Hal more like a long pause before he continued his monologue than anything else). “Let’s just say his…unique mental condition gives him access to information about the world around him that he would otherwise not be privy to.”

“There is a man with a typewriter out there,” Wade said, seemingly to Hal, with a surprisingly somber tone in his voice, “For me and for you. The sooner you understand that fact, the sooner your messed up life will make sense.” Hal thought the statement was some kind of strange joke, but he sensed a certain level of sincerity in the man’s voice. He shook his head and confronted the mysterious entity who had suddenly appeared.

“Why am I here? Why are any of us here? You appear to be the one behind all of this, so do you care to share what you intend for us?”

“You do not fear me?” the stranger asked ominously. A determined grin appeared on the Lantern’s face.

“I wouldn’t know how to even if I wanted to.”

The cloaked figure chuckled, “That was just the response I was hoping for. You are right, though. It would be unfair of me to keep you in the dark any further. I know how much you hate being kept out of the light,” the stranger swept his arms out to his sides dramatically, “You are here to compete in a fighting tournament in my name! It is a winner takes all, no holds barred competition, where fame and glory await the winner, and for the loser…” he paused briefly, letting the word hang in the air, “Let’s just say that nobody wants to be the loser.”

Hal was barely able to contain his anger. However, before he could respond to the mysterious figure, Deadpool stepped forward. “I don’t take well to being forced into things, buddy. Why should we follow you into your damn tournament?”

“You have little choice,” the figure stated, seemingly amused, “Just as you had little choice in entering this warehouse. You WILL compete. Your methods of combat are entirely up to you. If you succeed, I will transport you back to your home dimension, properly rewarded, of course.”

Wade’s eyes seemed to light up at the last statement, “How much is “properly”?”

“That’s the proper attitude, my friend! Think of this as a job! Just win, and the rewards will be yours!”

This seemed to placate Wilson well enough, but not Jordon. “You can keep your damn rewards!” Hal snapped, “I WILL NOT compete.”

The man in the cloak turned his attention to the Earth Lantern, “Soon, very soon, a shadow will overcome your universe. You will be needed in order to light the way through to salvation. If you refuse this fight, you cannot be there for another, where the stakes are far greater. Will you risk the lives of everything in your universe, the oath you hold so dear, over such a menial task?”

Hal stood angrily for another moment before slumping his shoulders, defeated. He might have dismissed the man’s statement as a lie, solely for the purpose of guaranteeing his entertainment. But Jordan himself had seen the signs. There was indeed a darkness about to overtake the universe (HIS universe), and he could not risk abandoning it at its time of need.

The stranger continued, “Everything that you could need for your fight is in this warehouse. Use it as you see fit. I look forward to an entertaining tournament.” Then, in the blink of an eye, the figure melted into the shadows, seemingly gone from the warehouse entirely. As Hal looked around, he realized what the stranger meant by his parting statement: The warehouse was filled with weapons. Guns, swords, grenades, rocket launchers, and more; enough to fit an entire army. Wilson was practically giddy.

“OH MAN, what a stash! Hey GL, you want in on some of this?”

Hal looked disgustedly at the weapons, “No thanks…not really my style.”

“Suit yourself!” Deadpool was soon busy going over the weapons, happily gibbering on about each one. Hal once more noticed Yuki, who had remained silent the entire confrontation, once again carefully studying Deadpool as he dashed about. She then turned and placed her gaze on Hal. For some reason, despite never having met the girl before, he felt suddenly more at ease. He even managed a small smirk as he focused his attention on his hand.

“Ring, Power Level?”

“Thirty Five Percent,” the ring stated cooly.

“Dammit,” Hal said to himself, “Not nearly enough to work with.” Suddenly, he felt a tug on his arm. He looked down to see Nagato pointing at a corner of the warehouse. A small, green object sat neatly on the floor: A power battery. Hal ruffled Yuki’s hair a bit, then walked toward the lantern-shaped object, lifting it up into the air and holding his ring up to it. A small, determined smile appeared on his face.

“In brightest day, in blackest night, no evil shall escape my sight…”

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Mr.L’s turn now.

LOCATION: Sammer Kingdom
TIME: 12:15 PM

We see a giant mech battling a short, stout man in a long red shirt, blue overalls and very distinct mustache. The one piloting the mech sort of looks the same, but is wearing black jumpsuit with a green hat, sporting the letter “L” in reverse. The mech in question sports the latter’s face, but with larger limbs

GREEN GUY: Hah hah! You’re almost done, Mr. Jumpsallthetime!

The red suited man hops several times on the mech, while using what seems to be a tiny pixel shaped like a bomb, which renders it immobile.

GREEN GUY: Argh! My Brobot L-Type! How could this have happened?!

The green suited man tries to fidget with the controls as he tries to make it move, but it’s no use.

GREEN GUY: This is such an embarrassment! How can I, The Green Thunder, lose not only once, but TWICE to that man! Count Bleck won’t like this one bit!

The machine suddenly goes haywire as it later explodes, which hurls the green suited man far into the sky. So far, that it sends him to a random warp pipe that leads him outside of the kingdom and to the real world

LOCATION: Black Noah
TIME: 1:10 PM

Scene changes back to Rugal’s infamous ship, as the man himself is seen refining his skills for the upcoming tournament in a rather spacious training room. He seems to be wearing his battle outfit and is practicing against a cybernetic dummy which his staff has developed exclusively for him. He has no trouble destroying the dummy, as it breaks into bits and pieces in no time.

RUGAL: does a short breath Hah…quite a weak challenge. How am I supposed to get in shape when my sparring equipment is not up to par to my skills?

A random engineer’s voice is heard through, responding to Rugal’s inquiry

ENGINEER: We’ve been trying to, Mr.Bernstien, but…

RUGAL: No buts! I haven’t been paying you for nothing, you know.

ENGINEER: Sir, almost 3/4th of the staff have quit because they HAVEN’T been paid enough. It didn’t help that you…

RUGAL: …killed them? Of course I did. Nobody leaves the Black Noah alive. How am I supposed to know that they might betray me once I let them go?

Suddenly, the ship gets hit by resounding thud. One of the ship’s operators come into the room and informs Rugal about what happened

OPERATOR: Sir! Someone seems to have crashed onboard the ship!

RUGAL: An intruder? Let the security look for whatever that is and bring it to me on the double.

OPERATOR: Yes sir!

Rugal leaves the area as he heads back to the center of the ship, where he see Rodem sleeping on the throne. It wakes up and notices its master, moving from his way as he then sits down on the throne. A couple of guards are seen carrying someone; who turns out to be the green suited man.

GUARD #1: We’ve caught the intruder, sir!

GREEN GUY: Hey, put me down! Do you know who I am?! I’m Mr.L! The Green Thunder!

GUARD #2: Shut up and stay put!

RUGAL: Hahaha! He’s quite the feisty one. Let him go. I’ll deal with this one myself.

BOTH GUARDS: As you wish, sir!

The guards let go of Mr.L, as they both leave the area.

RUGAL: Allow me to introduce myself; I am Rugal Bernstein, the owner of this ship. You say your name is Mr.L, eh?

MR.L: The one and only! The most dashing, bravest and intelligent solider of Count Bleck army?s!

RUGAL: Heh. Is that so?

MR.L: Of course! If it wasn’t for that stupid explosion, I would have finished that red guy in no time with my Brobot!

RUGAL: "Red guy??

MR.L: Yeah. He looks fat, short and ugly. Wears blue suspenders, a red shirt and a red hat. Hardly as cool as I am and can’t even jump as high as I do!

RUGAL: thinking to himself That red suited man; could he be that world famous plumber? That Mr.L looks familiar as well, but I can’t seem to quite remember. Perhaps he is like one of those cloned by that NESTS corporation?

RUGAL: So what?s this ?Brobot? you?ve been yammering about?

MR.L: The Brobot is one of my finest mechanical creations! I have nearly perfected its design with its highly probable close combat techniques!

RUGAL: Interesting.

MR.L: Of course! I?d love to show you how amazing it is, but it looks like it?s remains have been left back in Sammer Kingdom. Ah, curse the rotten luck! Now how am I supposed to get back at that Mr. Jumpsallthetime?!

RUGAL: strokes his chin and grins Oh, there is a way.

MR.L: How?

Rugal hands Mr.L an invitation to the Heaven’s Clash tournament

RUGAL: Join me in the Heaven’s Clash tournament.

MR.L: Heaven’s…Clash?

RUGAL: It just so happens that I’ve got a very enticing offer of joining up this apparently yearly tournament. I’m short of two team members and seeing how you are quite the…staunch warrior, I’d thought that this might be the perfect opportunity for you to improve and show the world how amazing The Green Thunder really is.

MR.L: But what about…?

RUGAL: The count? I guarantee that I’ll find a way for you to get back to him.

MR.L: Ehhhh! How am I supposed to trust you?!

RUGAL: I?m the only option you?ve got. If you can find better luck in the sea surrounding this ship, feel free. Besides, you need to build up your Brobot once more, don?t you?

MR.L: Huh. Hmm.

Mr.L is seen doing several thinking poses in a random fashion

Mr.L: Alright! You got yourself a deal!

RUGAL: Haha! Splendid! For now, however, I might just need your help to build me the perfect sparring partner. Are you up to the task?

MR.L: Nothing is impossible for THE GREEN THUNDER! spins and does an L pose

Rugal and Mr.L leave the area as they head for the training room

TIME: 11:45 PM

Rugal is seen talking to a cellphone, sporting a confident smirk

???: I see you’ve found your 2nd partner, Mr.Bernstien.

RUGAL: It was quite unexpected, but it was easy to get that foolish pawn to my side!

Scene shifts to a somewhat shadowed woman sitting on a chair - whom only features seen are her long hair, square shaped glasses and an orange scarf that’s tied to her neck. Half of her body is away from the screen as she also sports a wide smile

WOMAN: He might be useful against the other mechanical based opponents whom you’ll likely face in the tournament, with the skills he has at hand. I must say that you’ve done the right choice.

RUGAL: And you have done the right choice in supporting me, Miss Aria.

ARIA: Remember, I shall adhere to our contract once the team achieves victory. Do not disappoint me, Mr.Bernstein.

RUGAL: Disappointment is not an option. I assure you that this tournament will be child’s play once our team gets through!

More laughing ensues from both sides once again

(Oda’s next. Likely the toughest out of the 3.)

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Tim rewound time for a while… and somehow ended up in the Forgotten Realms, ran into Drizzt, Drizzt was all “oh woe is me i am black” and they decided to chill, then they fell into a portal and ended up in hercules/xenaverse and ran into Autylocus the King of Theives, guenhwyvar did not care for Autylocus at first but after they wafted in his Bruce Campbell charm for a while they decided to make him the leader…

Now they are going to kick asses

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Oda’s intro finishes it all up for my team.

LOCATION: Oda’s Castle, Azuchi
TIME: 9:40 PM

We notice an armored man sitting a top of a throne, as he is being served sake in a skull by a woman in a black dress with butterfly patterns. The man in question is Nobunaga Oda and the woman is his wife, Nouhime

NOUHIME: We have come a long way since your conquest has began, my lord. The potential threats of the Tiger of Kai, Takeda Shingen and Uesugi Kenshin have been dealt with relative ease. Not to mention how that child Ieyasu gave us his trust…

ODA: Hmph. Quite the naive fool.

NOUHIME: Not to mention depending on his retainer to help him in battle. The behemoth was quite the opponent; perhaps even the strongest I have yet to face.

As Oda continues to drink, a young boy wearing a purple shirt and shorts rushes into the throne room with an exasperated look on his face

BOY: Lord Nobunaga! We have an emergency at hand!

NOUHIME: What is it, Ranmaru?

RANMARU: Masamune Date and Sanada Yukimura has just found the castle’s whereabouts and they’ve conquered almost all of our forces near the castle!

NOUHIME: As expected, they’re here for revenge on what happened.

A sudden crash in the throne room occurs as two men show up - one with an eyepatch, a blue outfit and carrying a sword (with 5 others on his back) and the other with a headband, red jacket, white pants and wielding a couple of spears. It’s both Masamune Date and Sanada Yukimura, respectively.

DATE: Party’s over!

YUKIMURA: DEMON KING! You’ll pay for hurting Lord Oyakata! Your rule of tyranny and evil will be over!

ODA: stands up from his throne You two here came for my head? Hah! Quite the laughable proposition.

Nouhime readies herself with both her pistols as Ranmaru prepares his weapon of choice, a bow and arrow, to attack both oncoming men. Suddenly, a flash of light engulfs the entire area

DATE: Shit! Where did this bright light come from?

YUKIMURA: Could this be the Demon King’s power?!

A few moments later, Oda has seemingly disappeared from his throne.

RANMARU: Lord Nobunaga has disappeared!

NOUHIME: What in the world…

DATE: Huh. Looks like he’s pulling off a fancy one on us and vanished into thin air.

YUKIMURA: Show yourself, Demon King! We know you’re hiding from us!

As the 4 are being perplexed at the disappearance of Oda, we move onto another location in a completely different time…

**LOCATION: Black Noah
TIME:10:00 PM **

We return back into the present time and back to the Rugal’s aircraft carrier/ship, as he’s sitting down and observing Oda slowly materializing from a large contraption. Said contraption looks like an overgrown analog clock modeled to a peculiar face with a mustache and a green hat. Obviously, it seems to be yet another creation of the infamous Mr.L

RUGAL: Heh heh, looks like the machine is actually working!

MR.L: Of course it will. It IS the handiwork of yours truly, the irreplacable Mr.L!

Oda looks around his surroundings and notices the bizarre change of pace; and he hardly seems to be pleased at all. Rugal walks down from his own throne (What is it with evil omniscient guys and thrones, anyway? - Ed) and attempts to welcome the stranger with an incredibly fake smile.

RUGAL: Welcome, Nobunaga Oda. It’s quite good to see the historically known Demon King in the flesh compared to reading it in the books.

ODA: pointing his shotgun at Rugal’s face …Where is this place?

RUGAL: Easy there. We wouldn’t want to cause a mess when we just met, now do we?

ODA: Answer my question.

RUGAL: You’re a welcomed guest in my ship, the Black Noah, and in a completely different era from yours, thanks to Mr.L’s ingenious mechanics. It helped that we’ve managed to hack into Doctor Brown’s computer database and obtained the secret to building the time machine that bought you here.

ODA: Why have you bought me here?

RUGAL: Quite simple. Your status as being one of Japan’s most prominent military figures have made the decision quite obvious for us to invite you to join one of the universe’s most sought out competitions ever - Heaven’s Clash.

ODA: And what if I refuse your paltry offer and kill you right now?

RUGAL: Then you wouldn’t be able to return back to your time. But then again, who needs to get back to that wretched time when you can cause wrath and anarchy in a much weaker and worthless society as now? The Japan of today is nothing like it was in the past. Japan needs a ruler who is not bound by morals, but rules with an iron fist. I mean, look at how pathetic the country is now.

Rugal points to a massive wall of television screens, which run various segments of the typical Japanese modern life. Otaku are seen hugging their wall scrolls of anime girls, people eating in fancy restaurants, laughing and having a good time; businessmen in the Nikkei stock exchange and other various forms of imagery. Oda gets a disgusted look on his face, as he moves the gun from Rugal’s face and shoots a few of the screens via his shotgun

RUGAL: …See what I mean? This is now your chance to change that - and I can personally make that happen.

One of Rugal’s secretaries come into the room

AYA: Miss Aria has arrived, sir

RUGAL: Haha, excellent! Let her come in. I think it’s about time now.

A woman in her mid 20’s, with long yellowish-brown hair, a dark blue jacket, dark short skirt and red high-heeled shoes enter the room. Her most apparent features are a tiny light orange scarf on her neck, small, square shaped glasses and an X shaped scar on the top left of her forehead

ARIA: Mr.Bernstein, it’s quite the pleasure seeing you in person.

RUGAL: And it’s quite the pleasure seeing you, my lady. You’ve came at the right time, too, as I was just inducting my 3rd and last team member for the Heaven’s Clash tournament.

ARIA: stares into Oda for a bit I think I have seen him before. Maybe in a book or a video game, I’m not really quite sure.

RUGAL: He is the one and only Nobunaga Oda, the Demon King! Quite the valuable prize, isn’t he?

Oda then suddenly swings his sword as Rugal’s direction, as he almost evades it

ODA: Treating me as an item would only send you to your grave quicker, you heathen.

RUGAL: having an angry expression on his face as his bionic eye glows Why you…!

ARIA: My, my! Let’s not get too hasty with the fighting here, gentlemen.

RUGAL: regains his composure as he smirks Yes, quite. I’ll take that as a noble gesture, Oda.

ODA: LORD Oda.

RUGAL: Ehh, yes. Lord Oda. Of course. How could I even forget?

ARIA: Lord Oda doesn’t seem to be satisfied by joining our cause. But I need to remind you that there are other competitors that are out to steal your crown of the Demon King.

ODA: Hahaha! Can this be even possible? The fools will rue the day that they even THINK of trying to defy me!

ARIA: Well then, it’s settled! We’re all present and account for the tournament.

RUGAL: Then we’re off. Come, gentlemen! It is time to crush all of those whom oppose us!

MR.L: Me and the Brobot 3.0 are ready for action! strikes another pose L-POWER!

ARIA: The Demon King, The Merchant of Death and the Green Thunder…quite an amazing combination! I’m sure we’ll make an impact in this tournament and show the world the might of Arancia!

RUGAL: To himself Heh heh, you keep telling yourself that. Once this tournament is over, I’ll have much pleasure and joy in crushing you all…especially you, Oda!

All 4 leave the scene

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SRK Battle Poll VIII Intro Thread

hey raj… i have heard abt 1 lakh car from tata … nice if u can get that info… and thanks for the info rey! nice work!

dont get dissapointed, all are students so most of them are intested in bikes rather than cars! :tongue:

cheers
diwa

office clearance
electronic cigarettes
internal signage

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:u: Best BP intro I’ve ever read.

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umm…