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Fan-of-Mai
05-05-2004, 04:31 PM
Well, after a good long time, I'm finally getting around to posting my YGO fanfic right here at Pojo. ^^ I've already got a few chapters written since I've been doing this on and off (mainly off ^^;; ) for a while now, so if you don't mind, I'll post those in fairly quick succession. Not all at once, though. I don't want to overload on chapters too soon. Anyway, here are the first couple of chapters. Enjoy!
(EDIT: Lots of owning by Pojo, I'm afraid. It appears the censors don't like people who speak like snakes. ^^;; And since that lovely <pojo_ownz> replaces each and every letter of the naughty words, I've replaced them with <censored> so that they don't take up the entire page, if that's okay. ;))
Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Legacy of Tarot
Prologue
Our story begins long ago, some time after the seven almighty Millenium Items filled the earth with their power and might. The art of dueling had evolved from the times of Ancient Egypt: no longer were monsters summoned from stone tablets, but magical cards imbued with the spirits of magical, mystical, and sometimes fearsome monsters. Those long years ago, when Duel Monsters was a method of war rather than a sport, 21 men and women reigned supreme over all others. None could stand in their way. Entire armies challenged them and fell like tissue paper to a hot knife. Their secret? Each of these 21 elites carried with them 1 special card, known only as the Tarot Beasts. Forged long before any man can remember and imbued with powerful magic, these dangerous cards tore through the world with their dark magics, corrupting their masters and soon becoming the masters themselves. For a while, the world lay in ruin, all peoples afraid to even venture outside their doors for fear that they too would succumb to the wrath of the Tarot Beasts.
It was, surprisingly, a young girl that was able to stand up to the malice and the corruption of the Tarot Beasts. Though no one knows why she was able to defeat them while entire armies could not, one riddle to explain it has been passed through the generations:
“The Heart of a Child can move mountains.”
Codswallop, say most scientists and Duel Monsters experts. Just some pretty rumour started by a troublemaker ages ago to throw everyone off. In their naivety, they knew that a simple child – nor his or her heart – could move a mountain. No one can! Of course, the riddle was clearly a figure of speech, but it did not answer many questions for anyone, and many more arose from it.
But what became of the Tarot Beasts, you ask? Upon Lord Lucius Malgrave Tarot’s defeat many ages ago, it is said they were scattered to the winds by the girl that defeated him in hopes that they would never be found again. Unfortunately, one card managed to find it’s way right into the hands of an ambitious group of young science majors at Motoh City University….
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“Hey, Craig, look at this!” a young woman called, dressed in a while lab coat and holding what looked to be an archaeologist’s brush in her hand.
“What is it, Amanda?” a man replied, rushing over to see what was the matter. Upon arriving at her position, he found that she was holding a somewhat dirty Duel Monsters card that was in surprisingly good condition. It had markings on its surface and backing that set it apart from other Duel Monsters cards, but it was similar enough for the two students to recognize it. Upon it was etched the picture of a court jester dancing foolishly, just about to fall over the edge of a steep cliff.
“It’s a Duel Monsters card, I think…” she began, pausing for a moment to examine it more closely. The card’s name was a bit blurred and withered with age, but she finally managed to make it out. “King of Fools. That’s its name. It’s old, too.”
“Look at that Attack and Defense! This is a pretty powerful card, Amanda!” Craig exclaimed, extending his hand to hold it for himself. He brought it up closer to his nose, examining it through his glasses, a smile painted on his face the whole while. “This card is amazing! What a find! It must have been made by the ancient civilization of Duelists that Professor Duncan was telling us about on the way here.”
“We should show the professors, quick! We’ll definitely get an A in this course if we’ve really found an ancient card!” Amanda said excitedly. Her eyes lit up at the very thought of the fame and fortune she would receive for this.
“You’re right, Amanda… Professor Duncan! Professor Gardner!” Craig called, waving the card above his head as he hollered. The two professors who had been supervising the expedition, a man and a woman, ran over to see what was the matter.
“What’s wrong, Craig?” Professor Duncan, a tall, handsome man asked in his deep voice. Amanda did everything she could to keep from blushing every time his beautiful voice penetrated her ears, and she almost succeeded. Almost. The professor winked at her playfully, knowing that she had a crush on him. It was a harmless crush, after all, since Professor Duncan had been married for 8 years now and he knew that Amanda knew that.
“I… I mean we found this strange card when we were digging over here! I’ve never seen one like it!” the excited student exclaimed, practically shoving the golden card in Professor Duncan’s face.
“Oh? It’s that rare, eh?” Professor Gardner, a tall, sexy young woman who was clearly younger than Professor Duncan but quite a lot better looking, joked. She had long, straight brown hair that fell just above her shoulders, and she wore half-circle glasses that only amplified her appearance. She knew that Craig was a pretty avid Duelist. He had come in second in the University’s annual Duel Tournament this year, and owned more cards than many students in the entire school. Professor Duncan and Professor Gardner had barely gotten a chance to glance at the card when Amanda interrupted.
“Yeah! It’s called the King of Fools. It’s really strong!”
Immediately the two professors went white as ghosts. They looked at the students, then at each other, and then at the card. They whispered something back and forth to each other for a while, each one nodding in turn and humming deep in thought to themselves. Still pale, Professor Gardner ran off to gather the rest of the students while Professor Duncan barked an announcement.
“Students! The field trip is now over! Please make your way to the bus so we can return to the school!”
The announcement was met only by a few “Huh?”s and groans from students that had, until this point, been enjoying themselves quite a lot. Reluctant to follow their professors’ orders, the budding scientists filed onto the three buses and began to drive back to the school.
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The King of Fools that Amanda and Craig found was indeed one of the 21 Tarot Beasts that plagued the world all those years ago, though the teachers never told them. Whenever any of the students inquired about the card, the teachers would go white and frantically change the subject. A buzz fluttered through the school, but eventually most of the talk of the King of Fools card vanished as the students that had found it graduated and went on with their lives. Was the King of Fools card dead and dormant, as the teachers hope, or was it – and the rest of the Tarot Beasts – still awake, trying to return to each other to plague the world again? Either way, the Tarot Beasts have been unearthed again. The future is dark…
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Chapter 1
Our story now takes us to an arena on the bustling island metropolis of Tare City, where the final round of the annual Tare Invitational, a world-famous Duel Monsters tournament, is about to take place. The second finalist is in the process of being chosen, and the match is between a beautiful teenage girl with blonde hair and a shorter, heavier boy with spiky brown hair and glasses. The names “Rebecca” and “Adam” are written in lights on their podiums. From what can be seen, Rebecca has a Flame Champion (1900/1300), Deepsea Warrior (1600/1800), and an Island Turtle (1100/2000) on her side of the field, all in attack mode. She also has a face-down card in play. Adam is clearly doing much worse, with only a Psychic Kappa (400/1000) and a Red Archer Girl (1400/1500) on his field in attack mode. Rebecca is doing quite well with 6700 Life points, and Adam only has 2300.
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“Alright, folks,” a voice from the loudspeaker boomed overhead. “This battle is coming to an end, and it’s Adam’s turn. Let’s see if he can turn around Rebecca’s overwhelming stranglehold on him.”
Adam drew his card and a grin came over his face. He slapped it down on his playing field face-down. “This was a good battle, Rebecca, but I’m afraid this is where it ends. I’ll place a card face-down on the field, and place Psychic Kappa in defense mode!” he said, turning the Psychic Kappa card to the side. The creature on the larger field vanished for a moment, then reappeared inside its shell. “Red Archer Girl, attack Rebecca’s Island Turtle! That’s the end of her, Rebecc-“
“Not so fast, Adam. I played a card face-down, remember?” Rebecca taunted, picking the card up and showing it to him. He gasped as he read the word “Reinforcements” on the card’s label, and he groaned. “A trap card; Reinforcements. This card allows me to add 500 attack points to whichever card I wish for one turn, and I choose to add them to Island Turtle!”
For a moment, Island Turtle’s attack and defense of 1100/2000 were shown on screen. The attack portion increased rapidly to 1600, and the battle continued. Red Archer Girl peeked out of her shell with a bow in hand, an arrow nocked to the string. In a fluid motion, she launched the arrow at Island Turtle, who simply deflected the attack completely. Raising its foot as high as it could, the tortoise slammed down on the ground of the arena, sending a shockwave forth that destroyed Red Archer girl where she stood. Adam’s Life points dropped by 200, to 2100.
“I believe it’s my turn!” Rebecca said with a playful grin. Her slender hand reached over to her deck and she drew a card. Immediately she chuckled and looked over in Adam’s direction. “This was fun, darling, but I’m afraid it ends here. Sorry! I play a Magic card: Raigeki!”
There’s no need for an explanation here – just about every Duelist knows what Raigeki can do to an opponent’s field, and their game. Bolts of lightning flashed overhead, and in a swift, brilliant moment, Psychic Kappa was removed from the field. Rebecca laughed and continued her victory speech.
“I’m not finished yet! Flame Champion, Deepsea Warrior, attack Adam!”
On her command, the flaming warrior and the aquatic defender leapt forward in a synchronized manner, flame and water combining to slash away at Adam’s remaining Life points. His total soon dropped to 0 and his podium began to lower along with Rebecca’s. The field emptied and the players picked up their cards, moving towards each other to shake hands. While they exchanged their congratulations, the loudspeaker boomed louder than ever.
“Rebecca has won! Rebecca goes on to the Tare Invitational’s Final round to face Nick Maximus for the grand prize!”
Overhead in the finalist’s box seats, Nick sat watching the battle. He was a tall, well-built teenager, though not overly muscular, with deep brown eyes and hair that is usually spiked. He was dressed unusually fancily that day – customary for the Tare finalists, being that the city is known for its parties and balls – with a classy tuxedo and a Christmas tie that is all too corny and yet classy at the same time. He wasn’t particularly fond of himself, but in the Tare invitational, the finalists don’t get to choose their own wardrobe for the final match.
“Wow… she’s good. I’m going to have a tough time beating her, guys!”
He was, of course, talking to his two friends, labeled by the Tare Duel Council as VIPs for the time being. One was a boy with black hair and tanned skin, just a bit shorter than Nick himself. The other was about the same height, a girl with beautiful auburn hair and striking brown eyes.
“Oh come on, Nick. You’ll cream her.” Mark, the black-haired boy, exclaimed.
“Mark’s right – she’s a pushover compared to you!” Alyssa, the girl, reassured him with a smile. Nick smiled right back, though still a bit unsure of himself. He held his deck tightly in his hand, flipping through it absentmindedly, not really looking at it all that closely. “Maybe if we go over your deck again it’ll make you feel better. You know, to make sure that it’s perfect.”
“Yeah, Alyssa’s right! We’ve still got about an hour before the match.”
“Alright… alright, yeah! That sounds like a good idea.” Nick said, moving over to a couch by the coffee table. He began laying his cards down as his friends joined him.
“You’ve still got those Harpie Ladies and Harpie Lady Sisters, right?” Alyssa asked, watching as he laid down the cards. One of the cards she had mentioned, a Harpie Lady, was placed on the table and Nick nodded.
“Yeah, and the Elegant Egotists to go with them.”
“Good… if it weren’t for them, I might have beaten you in our last match!” She laughed, sifting through the visible cards.
“What about that Millenium Shield your mom bought for your birthday?” Mark wondered, not seeing the card on the table.
“Of course! That card is an invaluable defense tool. I wouldn’t leave it behind.” Nick exclaimed, beginning to sort his cards into groups to remind himself which could be used in unison, which should be used in unison, and so on.
“Don’t forget your Castle of Dark Magic and Pumpkin the King of Ghosts combination.” Alyssia reminded him, which prompted a nod from the finalist.
“I’ve also got that Change of Heart combo in here, which should help.”
“Yeah…” Mark began, soon interrupted by the voice on the loudspeaker. “Woah! You’re on, Nick! Don’t keep the fans waiting!”
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Just a few minutes later, Nick was standing on his podium opposite Rebecca, who was dressed in a glittering blue dress, and she looked as though she was ready to go straight to a ball. After finishing the usual “Rock, Paper, Scissors”-like method of choosing turn order, it was decided that Rebecca would draw first while Nick would have the first attack. Both players drew their cards, and Rebecca seemed rather pleased with her hand.
“Alright, hun… I’ll play this card in defense mode, as well as this card face down.” She told him, placing the cards down in their respective positions. Nothing spectacular happens, as her side of the field is completely face down. “Your turn.”
“Hmmm… not a perfect hand, but I do have a Harpie Lady. All I need is an Elegant Egotist and I can summon the Harpie Lady Sisters!” Nick thought to himself, picking out a couple of cards from his hand. “I place Neo the Magic Swordsman in Attack mode, as well as another card, face down!” As he spoke, he placed the cards down on his field. Neo the Magic Swordsman apparated onto the larger field, facing Rebecca’s as-of-yet empty field. “Neo the Magic Swordsman, attack Rebecca’s defense card!”
The blade-wielding sorcerer ran forward as quickly as he could, and a blast of energy surrounded his sword. Rising upwards and readying himself for a vertical slash to whatever the monster might be, Neo was greeted by a small arachnid made completely of metal. The sword came down and sliced the hapless foe clean in two, which immediately prompted a thoughtful look from Nick as Neo returned to its post.
“Is that all you’ve got, Rebecca? It’s a wonder you got this far.” The finalist taunted, knowing that she boasted more talent than she was showing at the time. He had seen her in action, and he knew very well that she was an accomplished, learned Duelist.
“You forget, my darling opponent, that Steel Scorpion carries with it a very special effect!” Rebecca grinned, pulling the card out of the Graveyard for a second. “When a non-machine type monster attacks Steel Scorpion, it has 3 turns left to live. Then, on my 3rd endphase, that monster… goes bye bye!” She returned the card to the Graveyard pile and placed her elbows on the mini playing field before her, resting her head in her hands. “I think that makes it my turn, doesn’t it?”
Slipping her hand over her deck and sliding a card into her hand, Rebecca looked over the cards available to her for a brief moment. It seemed like only seconds before she was grinning again, apparently having formulated the master plan that would win her the battle.
“Ohh, this is a good one. I think you’ll like this move, Nick. I play Polymerization to combine Queen’s Double and Hibikime!” The second finalist announced, placing those cards in their respective positions on the field. Queen’s Double and Hibikime apparated where Steel Scorpion once stood, still as statues. When the spinning vortex of Polymorph appeared, however, the two creatures were sucked inside without a sound. For what seemed like minutes the two did their magical dance within the portal before, finally, a new monster erupted from within. “Meet Empress Judge. I could attack and destroy your pitiful Neo the Magic Swordsman right now, but since Steel Scorpion’s poison is doing a good enough job of that, I’ll leave Empress Judge in attack mode. Your turn, my love. Neo the Magic Swordsman has 2 End phases left.”
Reluctantly, Nick drew a card. He knew that Rebecca would never attack his Neo the Magic Swordsman as long as the face-down card, which as far as she knew could have been a trap card, was there, and as long as Steel Scorpion’s venom was working away at him. He needed something to either destroy Empress Judge completely, or something that would at least stall any further attacks. What he saw made him light up – it wouldn’t ruin her completely, but it would give him time to think up something else.
“I’ll place Harpie Lady on the field. As well, I’ll play a Magic Card, Elegant Egotist.” Nick smirked, placing the two cards in their positions on the mini-field before him. The Harpie Lady, wings and all, appeared right beside the coughing Neo the Magic Swordsman, staring only straight forward. “As you know, Elegant Egotist allows me to Special Summon a Harpie Lady Sisters card from my Hand or my Deck – I shall do so now, and play the Harpie Lady Sisters in defense mode.” Reaching into his deck, he shuffled through until he found the card he wanted. Placing the trio of Harpies on the field right beside their sister, Nick shuffled the deck just as the card specified. “Your turn, Rebecca.”
A bit curious as to what her opponent was so calm about, Rebecca drew a card. Judging by the look on her face, it wasn’t anything particularly special, or something that she needed at the time. However, she still had two other cards in her hand, and judging by her past efficiency with her cards, Nick knew that she might still have some lethal combination waiting for him.
“I’ll play a card face-down in defense mode, and I’ll play this card as well.” Rebecca noted, putting one card in the monster section and the other in the Magic and Traps section of the field. All Nick could see was still that Empress Judge, and he had know idea whether her two face down cards in the Magic/Trap area were traps that would seriously rupture his game. He did know this: one wrong move could lose him the match. “Empress Judge, use your Judgement attack on Harpie Lady!”
Without moving, a ray of light shined down upon Harpie Lady. In a brief, fluid motion, Empress Judge snapped her fingers and caused the beam of light to vanish – when it disappeared, so had Harpie Lady. Nick’s Life Total flashed on his podium, and the 8000 dropped to 7200. He was still far from out, however.
“That makes it my turn, Reb—“
Just then, before Nick even had the chance to draw a card, a great rumbling shook through the arena. Panic arose, and spectators found themselves frantically dashing for whatever exit was closest. Figuring that the island was suffering the effects of an earthquake, Nick and Rebecca prepared to pick up their cards and continue the fight later. It was then that an explosion was heard and a huge chunk of debris fell not 10 feet from Nick’s podium. Looking up, both contestants saw a strange robed man floating down through a hole in the roof, eyes fixated on the both of them.
“You… are the finalistssss…” The figure hissed, yellow eyes staring down at them.
“Yeah, and who are you?” Nick asked demandingly. He wasn’t afraid anymore – just angry that this show off had decided to ruin their battle. He wasn’t even that aware that the man was actually floating in the air, a rather abnormal feat.
“My name isss not important… We will duel…”
“What? Why should I duel you?” Nick asked, getting even angirer that he seemed to have been ORDERED to duel, not asked.
“They… are sssseeking… a master…”
“They? Who are ‘they?’”
“Duel… we will duel!” The robed man hissed. He was wearing flowing green clothes and looked like he was taken straight from the desert. There was barely an inch of his skin that wasn’t covered by the silky green material, save for his eyes and hands. His voice got more and more impatient as he continued speaking. Reluctant to say anything too hasty that would upset this maniac, Nick finally got up the courage to speak.
“Rebecca, leave while you can. Leave this show off to me!”
“What?” She began, seemingly perplexed. “And let you have all the fun?” A wink followed, and she pressed a few buttons on her console. Her Empress Judge vanished from her side of the board and reappeared on Nick’s, as did the two face-down cards she had placed. Nick smiled as he realized what she was doing, and he moved aside as she started running over to his podium, cards in hand.
“Alright! If you wish to duel, you’ll duel both of us! You’ll pay for interrupting our match.” Nick and Rebecca taunted in unison. Their monsters were just as brave, staring motionless towards their new enemy.
“We… shall ssssee…” The green figure barked. Waving his hand once, a multitude of cards began to fly out of his robes at blinding speeds, ripping through the air and placing themselves in a neat pile where a contestant’s deck would be. “They… will have a new master… before the day issss done… We duel!!”
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Chapter 2: The Serpent’s Bite
When last I left you, our up-and-coming duelists Rebecca and Nick were gearing up to face off against a hooded intruder with a forked tongue, a violent attitude, and a short temper. The snake-like figure, whose name had not yet been given to his opponents, was quite obviously not human – far from it, at that. Perhaps he was, once. Perhaps someone or something changed him for the worse. Either way, his rash interruption of the Tare Invitational finals match had quite sparked Nick’s curiosity – and his temper.
Slowly, the figure reached over his deck with his scaly green hand, drawing the usual 5 cards that all duelists start a match with. Between them, Nick and Rebecca also had five cards, but they were at an advantage – three of their own monsters already populated the field, and they had three face-down cards ready for action at any moment. A glint of yellow was seen from under the creature’s green hood as he looked in their direction, and he placed a card face-down in defense mode, as well as another card in the Magic portion of the field. Saying nothing, he looked up at them as if daring them to attack. A bit reluctant, each of them drew their card. Nick and Rebecca whispered to each other for a few brief, fleeting moments before deciding on what to do. They were at a slight disadvantage in that they had only 1 Summon per turn, which meant that only one of them could place a monster. It took a while, but it was decided that Nick would place his monster this turn.
“I play Harpie’s Brother in attack mode, and I play Black Pendant as well!” Nick began with a chuckle, certain that he’d come up with a rock-hard monster this time. “Harpie’s Brother’s attack is now 2300.”
“I’ll start this round off with an attack! Empress Judge, use your Judgement Ray on our opponent’s face-down card!” Rebecca ordered, and just as before, a ray of light began to shine down upon the reptilian opponent’s face-down card. However, this beam of energy bounced backwards just as quickly, shining itself all over Nick’s and Rebecca’s field. This prompted a chuckle from their opponent.
“Foolsss… I played a Trap card… Mirror Forccce… It negatesss all your damage thisss round and dessstroysss all your attack posssition monssstersss on the field.”
Just as he had promised, the Empress Judge’s reflected Judgement Ray attack made quick work of their entire playing field, destroying the Harpie’s Brother, Harpie Lady Sisters, Neo the Magic Swordsman, and Empress Judge. This left their field near empty, with only a few face-down cards left to protect their life points.
“Drooling Lizard, attack!” The reptile hissed under his green hood. The image of a small lizard became visible to the combatants, and despite its petite stature, Drooling Lizard ran right towards Nick and Rebecca, prepared to attack their life points directly. It did, and their Life total dropped from 8000 to 7100. However, immediately afterwards, that same total increased above and beyond normal, to 8100! This, of course, made their opponent very angry.
“Let’s not get angry now, my nameless foe!” Nick chuckled, trying to keep his cool. He knew that wearing down your opponent’s mind was just as important as actual card strategy. “I just played a simple trap; Numinous Healer. This card allows me to increase my Life by 1000 points when I am attacked. I just chose to activate it now.”
Another hiss followed, accompanied by a furious slam of their foe’s fist on the playing field. A few of his cards shook out of place, but he returned them just as quickly. Nick and Rebecca simply laughed at his short temper.
“Very well… it isss your turn…”
The dynamic duo nodded, and each drew their card for that round. Again they conversed in no more than a whisper, formulating a plan that would deal as much damage as possible to their aggressor. Rebecca drew one card from her hand while Nick drew two, and each placed them on the field.
“I play Dark-Piercing Light!” Nick began, sliding the card into position. A bright light flooded the battlefield, even causing the snake-man to shield his eyes, and when he looked back, his face-down card was revealed to be a trap. “Waboku, eh? No matter. I’ll play this card face-down.”
“My turn! I play Gemini Elf in attack mode!” Rebecca announced, slamming the card down face-up on her field. Ripples of light coursed through the console and the twin elves appeared battle-ready on the field, arms interlocked, prepared to fight as one. “Gemini Elf, attack Drooling Lizard!”
The two elves began to dash in the hapless reptile’s direction, only to be halted for a brief moment by Waboku. The figure chuckled, knowing that he had stopped their attack… or had he?
“Ah ah ah, not so fast!” Rebecca laughed, whipping a card from the field into her hand. “We played Seven Tools of the Bandit! This card allows us to negate the effects of your own trap card. Clever, huh?”
As their antagonist hissed impatiently once more, the priestly figures that were Waboku vanished instantly into thin air, leaving Gemini Elf prepped and ready to pummel Drooling Lizard into submission. The snake-man’s Life points dropped to 7000 as a result.
“My turn…” The grim aggressor growled, drawing a card of his own. Suddenly, a deep look of victory and success came over what they could see of his face, and he hastily slapped a card down on the field. “Now you will witnessss the true power of the Tarot Beastsss! Sssorcerer of Ssserpentsss, come forth!”
Slapping the card down on his field, Nick’s opponent caused a robed snake with arms to slither onto the field, energy beams crackling at regular intervals between its hands. The two finalists looked at themselves, stunned. They, in all their dueling years, had never seen a card anything like this. Also, it was easily more powerful than any of the cards they possessed, with an attack strength of 3000!
“I also play Harpie’sss Feather Duster, to dessstroy each trap or magic card on your field.”
A grey feather began to flutter above Nick and Rebecca, and as it lowered, it opened into a merry dance that swept their two face-down cards right off the field and into their graveyard. They could have sworn the giggling of a Harpie Lady was heard afterwards, but it could have been a figment of their imagination.
“Sssorcerer Ssserpentsss, attack Gemini Elf with Lightning Volley!”
The Sorcerer of Serpents’ hands began to crackle a bright yellow-and-blue colour, pure energy roaring through its veins. In an attack powerful enough to awe even the most hardy of Duel Masters, a blast of pure energy was thrown forth, disintegrating the twin elvenkin where they stood. Our heroes’ Life total dropped to 7000, putting them even with their aggressor.
“Rebecca, what the hell is that thing?” Nick whispered frantically, bent over so that the reptilian foe could not see their words.
“I haven’t got a clue… he called it a Tarot Beast, but what does that mean?”
“All I know is that it means big trouble… look at that attack strength! I don’t think I have a single card that could take that down! And I’m all out of Trap Cards!”
“Me too… well, I guess all we can do now is prey…”
Gulping low in their throats, the duo took their cards and looked them over carefully. They knew that from this point on, any mistake would mean certain loss on their part. Anything, ANYTHING at all that could take down the Sorcerer of Serpents would be accepted. Their hearts sank; no powerful monsters, no all-encompassing magic cards. However, Rebecca did have one trick left up her sleeve.
“I’ll play this card face-down… I’m afraid that’s the best I can do!” She smirked, trying to keep her cool. She knew that her plan was a long shot, but the course of this battle depended on its success. “Your turn.”
“Very well…” Their opponent chuckled, drawing a card. He grinned even further, placing another card in Attack mode on the field. “I play Vorssse Raider in attack mode… attack their face-down card!”
The beast with the curved blade lumbered forward, much to the dismay of Rebecca and her plan. A few quick slices were all it took to dispatch of the card she had played; Dimensional Warrior. After the last swipe had found its mark, a rift seemed to open in the center of the battlefield. Dimensional Warrior simply jumped in of its own free will; Vorse Raider was sucked in afterwards, definitely NOT of its own free will. Rebecca simply sighed sadly – the best plan she had on such short notice had failed.
“Now… Sssorcerer of Ssserpentsss… attack them, now!”
Once again brimming with energy, the Tarot Beast lobbed forth its volley of electrical energy. Slamming hard into Nick and Rebecca’s podium, the entire stadium seemed to rumble violently, and pieces of it even fell to the ground. Their Life points fell drastically from 7000 to 4000.
To be honest, things weren’t looking too good as they drew their cards. Nick’s face lit up as he saw the Millenium Shield in his hand; however, as a Level 6 monster, it required a Tribute to be played in battle. With Sorcerer of Serpents in play, that wasn’t likely to be an option.
“I wish I had something better, Nick, but this is all I’ve got…” Rebecca whispered, playing a card face-down in Defense mode. “What about you?”
“Not much… I’ve got a trap, but I doubt it will do us much good at this point.” He replied in defeat. “Alright… your turn.” The finalist shouted at his opponent, showing as much false confidence as he could muster.
The snake-man drew his card once more, as well. Again he laughed, and Rebecca and Nick felt their hearts jump into their throats as he played his next card. Though not the most powerful card in the whole of Duel Monsters, it would certainly add to their horrid position.
“I play La Jinn the Myssstical Genie of the Lamp in attack posssition. Ussse Three Wishesss on their face-down card!”
Waving its hands in a strange fashion, La Jinn snapped its fingers and created a ball of shadowy energy in its hands. Then another. And another. These three spherical energy blasts orbited its body before, on his command, they shot directly at the face-down card, with revealed itself to be Beaver Warrior. A raising of its shield and a quick squeal were all that were heard before the poor beast was lugged off to the Graveyard pile.
“Thisss has been… enchanting… but I mussst end our battle here and now. First, I equip Sssorcerer of Ssserpents with Dark Pendant, increasing itsss attack to 3500. Now, Lightning Volley!” He commanded, prompting an obedient nod from his monster. The beast charged up just as before, only the energy seeming more chaotic and destructive this time, volleying the charged beam of energy right into their Life points. After the onslaught, they were left with a shoddy 600 Life points to go by. “And it doesssn’t ssstop there. I play Final Flame, which decreases your Life pointsss by a further 600! Hahahahaha!”
The cold realization of defeat swept over Nick and Rebecca. Not only had they been beaten by this flying show off, they had been DECIMATED by him. One thing was still on their mind, however, beyond even the fact that they had lost the match: what would happen to them now that he had beaten them?
“Now… I shall take… my prize…” The reptile growled. His cards had, at this point, vanished into his robes, and he was darting through the air in Nick’s direction, arms outstretched to snatch him right off the podium! Just as he reached a mere three feet from his target, Rebecca leapt in the reptilian aggressor’s path, she herself becoming entangled in his clutches! “Not what I had intended… but you shall do, my pretty…”
“No! Leave her alone, you <censored>!" Nick roared, slamming his fist on the playing field. The snake simply chuckled and levitated upwards, finally soaring through the hole he had created earlier. His new prize was tucked firmly underneath his arm, screaming fiercely as she vanished from sight. “Dammit… you <censored>..."
Kopaka of Ice
05-06-2004, 03:52 PM
good job on the fic
Fan-of-Mai
05-06-2004, 04:14 PM
Thanks. ^^ Without further ado, the next 3 chapters!
Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Legacy of Tarot
Chapter 3: The Tarot Beasts
Before Nick had even had a chance to get the facts of this little endeavour into his head, a team of men and women dressed in white lab coats burst onto the scene. They spread out and covered the ruined stadium like a swarm of bees on a field of daisies, turning over rocks, looking under chairs, examining the battlefield, and leaving no nook or cranny of the arena unchecked. An older man who wasn’t dressed like the rest of the scientists came up to Nick, not seeming to care much for his current state of grief and wonder. In fact, the old tycoon looked quite carefree. Wealth must do that to a person.
“Excuse me, are you Nick Maximus, one of the finalists in the Tare Invitational?” The man asked, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his black velvet suit. A golden monocle was placed firmly in his right eye as he looked down on Nick, and his nearly bald head showed only the slightest signs of bleach-white hair. He wasn’t particularly wrinkled, but it was obvious that he was getting on in age. Nick simply said nothing, looking upwards and glaring at the man as if both saying “What’s it to you?” and “What happened, dammit?” The man chuckled and rocked back and forth on his feet a couple of times, pressing on. “I am Lord Bertram Philps, headmaster of Muto City University. The science department – the Duel Monsters branch, in particular – has been studying the Tarot Beasts in great deal, and we beli—“
“Nick! Nick!!” A female voice interrupted, causing the man to whirl around impatiently and see what the cause of all this commotion was. He saw a boy and a girl, both about Nick’s age, running down the corridor to their vicinity. The girl was even pushing a few scientists out of the way who stood in her path, especially those that had been designated to stop bystanders from entering the examination area. She was dressed in a pair of tight blue jeans and a pretty red shirt with a midriff. Her blonde hair danced behind her as she ran alongside a boy with short black hair, dressed in rather mediocre black jeans and a white t-shirt.
“Excuse me, miss, but you are—“
“Who the hell is this guy?” She asked, finally reaching his podium and pointing at Bertram. “Did he cause all this, Nick? If he did, I’ll…” She threatened, stepping forward offensively. Bertram took a step back, waving his hands to show that he meant no harm.
“I assure you, miss, I had no part in the catastrophe that rocked this stadium just a short while ago! In fact, I—“ Bertram began, only to be interrupted by Mark.
“Well what DID cause the catastrophe, then?” He inquired of Bertram, assuming that the older man was the one to ask about this topic, since he apparently knew the most about it.
“Please, follow me. I shall make all known to you in time.”
*
Minutes later, Alyssa, Mark, Nick, and Bertram were sitting in a luxuriously fashioned limousine. This thing had the works – a television, a VHS/DVD player, a mini bar, leather couches lining the walls, and even a miniature fridge full of expensive foods like caviar and shrimp. Our three heroes were quite impressed by the spectacular vehicle, but Bertram was apparently quite used to the star treatment. When their excitement finally died down, the group redoubled their questioning.
“So what the hell caused that explosion?” Alyssa fumed.
“And… what was that thing… that took Rebecca?” Nick asked, still a hint of a tear in his eye. The entire ordeal had apparently been too much for the poor boy, and such a thing was to be expected, considering he was a part of it.
“Rebecca? Who is Rebecca, my dear boy?” Bertram asked in his thick British accent, assuming that Nick has simply gone a bit mad from the incident.
“Rebecca, the other finalist!” He growled, not in the mood for being questioned.
“You mean he… oh no! This is worse than I thought. There is very little time.” Bertram told them, knocking on the tinted window that stood between him and the driver. “Take us to the airport, quickly.” The driver nodded and turned the key, stepping on the gas to take them towards the airport.
“So what happened? I want details, and you have them!” Alyssa ordered, staring the old tycoon right in the eyes and making him feel rather uncomfortable. Chuckling nervously, Bertram began to regale them with his story.
“Alright, alright. I shall tell you what I know. The creature you saw, or so we speculate, was Xel’Zerpi, a strange magician that once lived ages and ages ago, in the times when Duel Monsters were not used as a sport, but in war. He—“
“Woah, wait up, wait up – you’re telling us that the weirdo Nick saw was a 2,000 year old wizard that’s back from the dead?” Mark asked, seriously not believing Bertram’s story. Alyssa was positively steaming, thinking that this old coot was holding back information and mocking them at that.
“Not entirely, no. Xel’Zerpi never actually died – he was granted immortality by the power of the Tarot Beasts.”
“The Tarot Beasts? This Xel’Zerpi guy mentioned them in our duel… he said ‘Now you’ll feel the true power of the Tarot Beasts’, and then he played an absurdly strong card.” Nick said quietly, staring off into space. His eyes were distant and worrisome, filled with wonder and disbelief at the words he was hearing.
“The Sorcerer of Serpents, yes. He actually used it in your duel? Then it does exist… as I feared…”
“What? What did you fear?” Alyssa asked, calming down a bit now. She still seemed absolutely unimpressed by this fairy tale that she was being fed, but she was apparently also willing to put up with it.
“A week ago, a team of scientists on a field trip in the Nevada Desert dug up a card. Even the students could tell that it was very old, and the teachers confirmed that it was from the ancient time period I told you about. This card was called the King of Fools, an extremely powerful card that was used in war. The teachers took it and immediately quarantined it in our science facility, making sure that no one could touch it until it was properly tested and examined.”
“You mean… it was a Tarot Beast, too?” Mark asked, growing much more interested in the story. He leaned forward and rested his chin in his hands, watching Bertram wide-eyed.
“Yes. The King of Fools is a Tarot Beast as well, but it has no master – err, that is, it has no host. You see, all Tarot Beasts require a host to rise to their full potential. Their host, often called their master, sometimes takes on the properties of their card – as you saw with Xel’Zerpi. We had the professors quarantine King of Fools immediately to ensure that it did not find its way into the hand of any Duelist, of which there are many in the school, and thus grow to its full power.”
“So what has this got to do with us?” Alyssa inquired. It appeared as though these recent facts had drawn her in, and she was believing Bertram’s story more and more each minute.
“Well… nothing. We simply need to take you to Muto city for an interview and a physical examination.” Bertram said very matter-of-factly, rustling around in his pocket and pulling out a stopwatch attached to a chain.
“A physical examination? Why?” Mark asked.
“You won’t need one; Nick, however, will.” The headmaster began, looking in the young finalist’s direction. “Sorcerer of Serpents attacked you, did it not?” He asked. Nick nodded slowly, his eyes narrowed deep in thought. “Then we must ensure that the attack has not had any sort of negative side effect on you. You see, the Tar—errr… ah, here we are!”
“What? What sort of negative side effects?” Nick demanded to know, his voice booming louder than it had been in a while.
“Nothing, nothing. Nothing to be concerned about. It is just a precaution. Once we’ve finished, we’ll send you on your way. Our department will take it from there.”
“No! That thing took Rebecca! I’m not leaving her in his clutches, no matter what you or your school says!” The finalist roared, only refrained from standing up by the somewhat low roof.
“Oh, I had forgotten about Rebecca…” Bertram began with a look of worry on his face. He scratched his chin, deep in thought before continuing. “No matter. We will take care of that matter. It is nothing for you to trouble yourselves over. Come, let us go. My jet is waiting for us.”
Slipping quietly out of the limousine, Nick shook his head slowly. He didn’t fully trust this Bertram Philps, and he wasn’t at all prepared to let him go after Rebecca without involving Nick at all. Things just didn’t seem to add together, and Nick intended to make them add together, with the University’s help or not. “I don’t like this, not one bit…
* * *
Chapter 4: The Beginning
Mere hours later, Bertram was leading Alyssa, Mark, and Nick into a grand facility that could obviously be deemed Muto University. It seemed impossibly tall and wide, with countless windows on each floor, glittering in the sunlight like crystals. Students that were around Nick’s age, though generally a few years older, were enjoying themselves on the bountiful park grounds where there were swing sets, gardens, and even a quiet little forest where they could go to sit and relax. Needless to say, the three were quite amazed at the work that must have gone into such a beautiful, awe inspiring building, and they found themselves wondering just how Mr. Philps managed to pull it all off.
Upon entering the school, they were greeted by an absolutely massive grand hall. The dome ceiling, reaching all the way up to the roof of the building, was like a skylight made of stained-glass. Pictures of all kinds of Duel Monsters could be seen on the dome, though none of them quite resembled the one Nick had seen in his duel. There were couches, chairs, tables and desks in absolutely every direction, and each one seemed to be occupied by students reading, eating, or dueling. Already they could see that the University had a strong background in Duel Monsters, and with every passing moment, they all found themselves wishing they too could come to this prestigious establishment. The thought of the enrollment prices for such an amazing place of learning, however, kept their imaginations from going too wild.
“Through here, and we’ll be to the science department, Duel Monsters branch.” Bertram announced. He reached slowly into his black velvet suit’s pocket and pulled out a keycard of some kind. One swipe of the card through the lock created a beep, a whistle, AND a flash of lights as the large, heavy metal door slid open quietly. Stepping in, they could see the most amazing facility they’d ever laid eyes upon: everywhere, absolutely everywhere, men, women and students were examining, playing with, and testing Duel Monsters cards! They could hardly help but drop their jaws in pure amazement at just how involved in Duel Monsters this school was! Bertram simply chuckled in his own mildly arrogant way as they continued. “It is impressive, isn’t it? We at MCU are very involved in the science of Duel Monsters. We examine all sorts of cards day and night, and we have even created many of our own in the past. All our cards have been approved and marketed by the IDMC (International Duel Monsters Council).”
“You mean… you… make cards here?” Mark asked in sheer amazement. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was too good to be true! Out of the three of them, Mark was probably the most interested in the sciences of Duel Monsters – the combinations, the strategies, the tricks. He had always aspired to create a card and get it approved by the IDMC. At this point, he had created many a card of his own, and sent prototypes to the IDMC for reviewing, but none of them had ever received their stamp of approval. “And you’ve gotten them all approved by the IDMC?”
“Yes, yes.” Bertram chuckled, adjusting his monocle to see Mark more clearly. “It serves as a good source of monetary funds for the school. We have even been invited by the IDMC to create an entire Card Expansion for the Duel Monsters game, of 100 cards! Can you imagine? Our scientists and students have been working hard to fill this quota, and we’re almost there. All the IDMC needs to do is give the go-ahead, and the expansion will be in full production by the end of the year. Magnificent, don’t you think?”
Nick was a bit jealous. He, too, had always wanted to create a card that he could call his own. He wasn’t as avid about it as Mark was, but he had expressed an interest in the idea in the past. Of course, none of his ideas had been approved, either. In fact, he had heard that the IDMC had some of the toughest criteria for approval in the world. According to something he’d read on the internet, only 1/200 cards actually get their initial approval… and even then they had to go through a rigorous final approval process, which few cards other than those created by the IDMC itself ever passed! And yet Bertram Philps says that they’ve gotten every single card they’ve ever created approved. That simply added to the young duelist’s suspicions. He said nothing, however; the biggest thing on his mind was how to get Rebecca back from that creepy Xel’Zerpi thing.
“Now, please follow me. We are a bit behind schedule, I must admit. This way, please.”
*
A few fleeting moments later, Nick found himself standing in an empty cubicle-type room with only a hospital gown on. He couldn’t see through the walls around him, but he knew that there were people watching him through those same walls. This was the physical examination he had been told about, and for as long as he had been there, he hadn’t seen or heard a thing. It was like nothing was actually happening. No beeps, no clicks, no flashing lights, nothing. He had to wonder if they had put him in here, forgotten about him, and gone on to do their own things. It was a sound-proof booth, after all, and he couldn’t hear a damn thing outside the cubicle.
“Alright, sir, you may step out of the booth now.” A voice told him through a speaker overhead. A small door slid open on one side of the cubicle, leading into the dressing room where a nice new set of clothes were awaiting him. It took no more than a few minutes for Nick to change into the jeans and sweater given to him (each had the insignia of Muto City University on them, clearly as a shameless plug for the school), and he was out the door to find Alyssa and Mark.
The halls outside the dressing room were dark and quiet – unnaturally so, in fact. A few hushed voices could be heard here and there, but at first glance, things seemed to the naked eye as though they were not quite right. Nick did not feel any reluctance or hesitation as he walked through the hallways, however; Bertram had told him that they kept the lights down so that they wouldn’t waste too much energy by using the special pieces of technology kept in this department. As Nick rounded a corner, apparently the wrong corner, he saw Bertram and a female scientist talking in hushed voices. Slipping quietly behind a nearby door to listen in on their conversation – he recognized the woman’s voice as the voice that told him when he could leave the cubicle – the duelist waited silently to eavesdrop on the results of his examination.
“Well, what’s that then?” Bertram asked, pointing at something on a transparent film that was placed against a lighted screen, much like X-rays are. He scratched his chin with his other hand as the scientist responded.
“We aren’t sure. It isn’t normal, I can tell you that, but at present it doesn’t seem harmful or dangerous. I think that if we keep an eye on it, we can get more information on what it might be or how it got there.”
“I know how it got there, whatever it is. The Sorcerer of Serpents’ attack must have had some negative side effect on Nick’s body, causing that… that… whatever it is.”
“We don’t have proof of that, sir. It could just be a shadow, or a small clot of blood cells. It could be a lot of things, really. If it was caused by the Sorcerer of Serpents, there’s a good chance that this Rebecca girl has also felt some negative effects.” The female responded matter-of-factly, pacing around the room and hanging up other films like the one they had been examining.
“Well, that tablet that Professor Gardner discovered a few weeks back said—“
“I know what it said, Headmaster, but we still don’t have any evidentiary support that proves this growth’s link to the Tarot Beasts.”
“It isn’t cancer, or a tumor, is it?” Bertram asked with a hint of worry in his thick British voice.
“No, we have ruled out any possibility of this growth being cancerous in nature; there is no abnormally rapid growth of cells in that area that would suggest a cancerous growth, and other tests have proven that no cancer-causing agents have been detected anywhere in the body.”
Just as Bertram let out a sigh of relief, so did Nick; this, of course, got their attention and they stopped their conversation immediately. The teenager quickly tried to make it look as though he had heard nothing and had just entered the hallway. Mr. Philps seemed to believe him, be it an act or not.
“Ah, hello Nick! Miss Franco and I have just been going over the results of your examination.”
“And? What did you find?” Nick asked, playing the part of the innocent schoolboy that knew absolutely nothing about what was going on.
“N-nothing! Nothing to be worried about at all! Miss Franco believes that it might be better if you stayed for a while longer so that she can keep an eye on you, and—“
“What?! Why? I can’t stay here any longer! I have to go find Rebecca!” Nick countered, voice roaring suddenly. It sounded as though he had increased his tone by a few decibels at least all in the course of a second. Bertram motioned for him to calm down.
“I told you, we will handle that matter. We already have specialists calculating the location of Xel’Zerpi and Rebecca as we speak. You can go see them, if you like.”
“You mean they’re still here? You’re not even out looking for them? What good are calculations and hypotheses right now? They’re just a waste of time!” He screamed, tears welling up in his eyes. The mere thought of leaving Rebecca in the hands of that reptilian beast for another moment was more than he could bear.
“I realize you’re very overwhelmed by all this, Nick, but please calm down. You’re not helping anyone by overreacting like this. I suggest you take a good, long rest; Miss Franco will show you to your room. Mark and… Alyssa, was it? Anyway, they’re already there waiting for you.” The headmaster told him, motioning with his hand. The female scientist nodded.
“Right this way, please…”
*
That night, Nick stood staring out the window of his ground-floor room when Mark awoke. The sleepy boy stumbled over to his friend and put an arm on his shoulder, rubbing his eyes with the other hand.
“Can’t sleep, eh?”
“No… it’s not that. I’m not going to sleep tonight, Mark.” Nick replied, a sense of determination filling his voice.
“What? What do you mean?”
“I’m getting out of here tonight. They want to keep me here longer, to “keep an eye on me”. Meanwhile, they’re doing nothing about Rebecca’s kidnapper, and they expect me to believe that they’ve got everything under control. But I won’t believe it, I won’t! I’ll find her and that snake <pojo_ownz> on my own if I have to.” The boy answered, turning to look Mark right in the eyes, who simply chuckled.
“You can’t do this alone, Nick. It’s impossible.”
“Well, I’m going t—“
“Which is exactly why I’m going with you.” He laughed, patting Nick on the back. Nick looked stunned for a moment and a bit confused, but in the end he smiled.
“What the hell are you both so happy about?” A female voice giggled from behind them. Turning, they could see Alyssa standing there in the dark. She, too, had awoken to see them standing there chatting, and she wasn’t one to be left out of things.
“Nick and I are leaving tonight. We’re going to try and find that snake-man that took Rebecca and get her back.” Mark explained, sitting down in a nearby chair.
“And I suppose you’re just going to leave me behind, right?”
“Alyssa, it’s dangerous, and—“
“I certainly won’t stand for that! If you want to stop me from coming, you’re going to have to wrap me in chains and hang me up on that flagpole out there. Otherwise I’ll follow you wherever you plan on going. You haven’t got a sensible brain between you; be thankful I’ve decided to come along!” She laughed, playfully patting Nick’s shoulder. He smiled back, glad that they understood so well his position. “Besides, this school bores the hell out of me. I’d much rather go on a road trip!”
“Are we all ready to go then, my brave little trio?” Mark chuckled, standing up and placing his card deck in his pocket. The others did the same.
“Looks like it. I’ve got clothes and money… we’ll just have to get food when we need it, I guess.” Nick nodded, grabbing his backpack filled with the basic necessities he had taken to the Tare Invitational. He was told that he’d be staying for a few days, after all, so money and clothes were an absolute must. When Alyssa and Mark had gathered their things, Nick slid open the patio door and hopped out into the darkness.
“Well boys…” Alyssa smirked, looking out at the beautiful scenery. “Let the games begin.”
* * *
Chapter 5: The Escape
As they walked through the beautiful green plains to the west of Muto City, Nick seemed a lot more cheerful. One arm was around Mark’s shoulder and the other was around Alyssa’s as he hummed a merry tune. He knew that some grim events were most indefinitely ahead of him, but being away from that shady Bertram Philps character certainly took a load off of his mind. Every now and then, he kept thinking about that “shadow” that they found during the examination. He was relieved that it wasn’t a tumor or cancer, but they certainly didn’t seem thrilled or confident about its composure. Bertram even lied about it when Nick asked what they had discovered. Something was definitely up. That, however, was priority #2: right now, they had to find Rebecca and that blasted snake-man at all costs. There was only one problem with their little plan… they had no idea which direction he had gone in!
“So… where exactly do we start, guys?” Mark asked a bit nervously, chuckling. His voice was uneasy as he looked around, suddenly realizing what a big world this was and how hard it would be to track down two people; or rather, one person and one reptile.
”Well, other than Bertram and his scientists, the only people that would possibly know anything about Xel’Zerpi’s whereabouts would be in Tare, right?” Nick pondered, trying to formulate a plan. The fact that Tare was an island made things all the more difficult. It meant that Xel’Zerpi probably left the island, flew over the ocean, and went somewhere else. That would mean they’d need to catch a boat to Tare, then find out which way the snakeman went, and then catch another boat or plane to that location. The odds weren’t in their favour.
“Yeah, but getting to Tare again will be damn near impossible.” Alyssa noted bluntly, putting her free hand on her hip.
“Well, we can’t very well count on Bertram and his private jet to help us, can we?” Mark interjected with a light laugh to brighten up the dark situation.
“I wonder… what do you think he’s doing right now?”
*
“Sir! We have a problem!” A professionally dressed man shouted as he burst into the Headmaster’s lavishly decorated office. The older gentleman looked up from his work.
“What? What’s the matter?”
“The finalist and his friends are gone! We looked everywhere, in the school, on the grounds, they’re nowhere to be found!”
“What?” Bertram growled furiously, rising from his chair at a breakneck pace. “Where the hell could they have gotten without us knowing?”
“With all due respect, Mr. Philps, they had a ground-floor room. Chances are they left during the night when you suggested they stay longer than expected.” The teacher-like man responded more calmly, closing the door behind him so as not to disturb those outside.
“But where would they have gone? They have no idea where Xel’Zerpi might be! He could be anywhere in the world! I don’t even know where he is!” Bertram flustered, his eyes frantically searching the room for an idea, a hint, a plan. Then it dawned on him. “Tare. They’ve headed west to get back to Tare. That’s where they’d find the most information about Xel’Zerpi’s whereabouts!”
“They could be miles away by now, sir.”
“A car is faster than foot. Ready my limo, Mr. Yates.” The headmaster ordered as he moved over to the coat rack, slipping into his top-hat and cloak. A bit outdated a fashion, perhaps, but he liked its elegance and refined nature. Swiftly stepping out the door, Bertram prepared to catch his quarry.
*
“Wait, what’s that?” Nick asked in a whisper a half-hour later. He stopped in his tracks and had perked up his ears as best he could, trying to hear more of the whirring sound that was closing in on them.
“Sounds like a car to me.” Mark noted swiftly, not even bothering to really examine the sound at all.
“Well what the hell would a car be doing in a damn field? There isn’t a bloody road for miles!” Alyssa fumed, crossing her arms as she turned towards the horizon. Within moments, a black speck began to grow larger and larger as it neared them. Incidentally, the sound grew louder and louder, raising the suspicion that the black speck was the car. It screeched to a halt as it pulled up beside them and one of the back windows rolled down.
“If I might ask, what are you all doing out here? It’s dangerous!” Bertram inquired, only his head showing in the blackness of the limo. “Did you not hear me? I asked you to stay with us for a while longer!”
“Shut’cho mouth!” Alyssa barked, leaning over to glare directly into his eyes. Oh, that menacing glare. Bertram slid one seat over to get out of her fiery gaze as best as possible. “We don’t have time to waste lounging around your boring old university. We have to find Rebecca and that snake, now!”
“And where would you go, hm? Who would you ask? Who would you trust to tell you the truth about where he went?” Bertram chuckled, which only irritated Alyssa even more. A slight growl from her shut him up instantly. “You’re asking for a flying snake-man carrying a damsel in distress. Think about it: most people would sooner send you to an Asylum than tell you where to find him.”
“It’s better than what you were planning on ‘doing’! Standing around and ‘caculating’ their position! You just wanted to cover your back. You don’t plan on doing a damn thing!” Nick snarled, glowering at the british man in the comfy limousine.
“That’s not true at all! We are very concerned for Rebecca’s well being!” Bertram retorted, sliding back so that he could see Nick more clearly. “But we are also concerned for your well-being! It’s dangerous and foolish to be wandering around out here with no idea where to go! And how do you expect to eat, hm? Forage through the bushes for berries and bugs?”
“We have money.” Alyssa told him, a bit angered. “How dare you even think we’d be so stupid as to come unprepared.”
“And how long will it last you? A few weeks, tops? Unless you plan on winning some tournament with a grossly large sum of money for the grand prize, I suggest you accept my help.”
“Maybe we will enter a tournament.” Nick replied, crossing his arms and turning away from the vehicle. “Whatever we do, we aren’t going back to that damned school! You just want to study me like a lab rat and figure out what’s wrong with me.”
“What’s… wrong with you? But we never found anything wrong with you!” Bertram remarked nervously, shifting his eyes suspiciously. Nick simply sighed, deciding to play along with his game for now.
“Whatever. We’re still not going back to the school.” Nick’s resolve was rock-hard and he was determined not to return there under any circumstances. They probably had a whole team of scientists waiting to launch tranquilizers to high heaven so he wouldn’t escape again.
“But you—“
“NO!” The decision was confirmed by all three members of the party. None of them intended to return to Muto City University, if they even returned to Muto City at all. Bertram shifted his weight uncomfortably as he thought, stroking his bald chin generously.
“Alright, fine. We can play it your way. If you want to take a course of action against Xel’Zerpi, do so; I will do everything I can to help. Camp here for a while and await my return. I should only be an hour or two.”
“Why should we trust you? You’ll probably just bring a bunch of bodyguards to hogtie us and drag us back to the University against our will.” Mark uttered in an annoyed tone.
“I assure you I shall do nothing of the sort! I will simply bring us money for a boat to Tare, and then for a plane to wherever we are expected to go. I tell you verily, I do not think this is the correct course of action… but since you are about as stubborn as three drunken mules, I have little choice.” With that, Bertram rolled up his window and ordered his chauffeur to double-time it back to Muto City. The wheels screeched against the dewy ground as the car whirled around and darted back east. Alyssa simply sighed and crossed her arms, annoyed.
“…I hate that <pojo_ownz>.”
*
Two hours later, just as Bertram had predicted, the group heard a familiar whirring of an engine to the east and saw a black speck on the horizon. Yes, they had set up camp – much to the dismay of Alyssa, who didn’t trust “that <pojo_ownz> headmaster weasel” one little bit – and were awaiting his return. They were slightly relieved as the car pulled up beside him and Bertram opened the door, revealing no one but himself, his walking cane, and his elegant if outdated uniform.
“What, no loaded guns? No tranquilizer darts? No swarm of hulkish 300 pound brutes with thick ropes?” Alyssa chuckled sarcastically, not even looking up at the old gentleman.
“I told you, I’m here to help. Now please, get in the car. We’ll reach the port much faster that way.”
Alyssa was the first to edge towards the car. She was ready to deck someone’s halls if they needed it, and certainly not with boughs of holly, as her head peered into the darkness. The girl had half expected to see a squadron of army men sitting right there with blowguns aimed at her forehead, but she found none. A suspicious, untrusting look was cast at Bertram as she slid into the car. Mark and Nick, relieved that Alyssa was so confident with the vehicle, packed up the few things they had set up and also climbed in. Bertram was the last and as he closed the door behind him, he simply knocked on the roof to let the driver know they were ready to continue. The car launched forward in search of a road, as the dewy grass was wreaking havoc on the limo’s wheels.
“Alright, what’s the catch?” Alyssa raised the question, sliding over beside Bertram and staring him down with a skeptical look that would spear a wild boar and stop a rampaging elephant in its tracks.
“I… beg your pardon?”
“Come on, out with it. Last night you were doing everything possible to keep us at the University. Now you’re paying to get us to Tare, and escorting us there in your limo.” Her stare remained unwavering as the car leapt and bounced over the rocky road beneath it.
“Well, if you must know, I think it’s kind of sad how you feel the need to run away without any sense of direction or food, and very little money, to search out this dangerous creature that you know nothing about.” He chortled as he looked out the window at the scenery that was whipping by them at a breakneck pace.
“It’s better than sitting around and doing nothing, like you.” Nick muttered under his breath, crossing his arms and huffing impatiently. He seemed more like an annoyed gorilla than an 18-year old, and annoyed gorillas aren’t the sort of beast you want to meet up with in a small, cramped limousine.
“Like I’ve told you, my scientists were doing their best to plot the most likely location of Xel’Zerpi before searching for him. It’s a big world out there, and they are just two people.”
“Yeah, if you can consider Xel’Zerpi a person.” Mark chuckled, shaking his head. He was thrown forward off his seat, as was Nick, as the limo came to a rather abrupt stop. Alyssa began screaming an endless stream of obscenities when Bertram, completely unphased by the event, opened the door and climbed out.
“Here we are!” He announced proudly, leaning on his walking cane and looking forward at the port. The trip clambered out after him and as they made their way towards the docks (Bertram had so graciously found it in him to bring a map with him), the poor headmaster was bombarded with a flurry of questions.
“What do we do with this Xel’Zerpi guy when we find him, eh? I mean, if he’s “immortal” like you said he was,” Alyssa snorted in disbelief, “then we can’t kill him, right?”
“Not while he has the card, no.” Bertram advised her as he strolled forward at a brisk pace. “And trust me, you won’t pry that card from his hands, cold and dead or not.”
“Well, what the hell do we do, then? If we can’t take the card from him, and we can’t kill him, how do we get Rebecca back?” Alyssa fumed, doubling her speed to keep up with Mr. Philps, who simply laughed heartily. His cane clacked along the cobblestone pathway as they walked.
“You decided to go along on this little three-man voyage. You tell me!”
*
A few hours later, after a somewhat troublesome delay with the attendant loading the baggage (apparently, Alyssa’s make-up containers looked much too suspicious to be let on. She wanted to knock them all out for being morons, but Nick suggested she just let them take a look at the stuff), the group was sitting in their cabin on the boat headed for Tare. It was only about a 6 or 7 hour ride, but that was long enough to bore the hell out of Alyssa. So, in keeping with her inquisitive nature, she continued nailing Bertram down with questions. At this point, her goal was only to see just how ticked off she could make the man before he exploded.
“Alright, Philps, tell me something. You said yourself that people would sooner send us to the looney bin than tell us about a flying snake man carrying a damsel in distress. How, then, do you propose we find out information about this Xel’Zerpi freak?”
“That, my dear girl, is easier said than done. I’m sure that our brave leader has some idea of what to do, does he not?”
Nick looked up from his magazine, “Duelists Monthly”, trying to play back everything they had just said. When he finally realized what they were asking him, he looked back into the magazine for a moment and flipped back a couple of pages. Sliding the open book onto the table, the boy pointed out an advertisement which Bertram quickly skimmed through.
“Let’s see now… ‘We invite you to the anniversary of mayor Muto and his wife Jessica at Old City Hall.’” The old gentleman began, shifting his eyes upward to look at Nick suspiciously. The boy motioned for him to continue, and he did. “Hmm… ‘There will be gifts for all, and the mayor will even offer a duel to one lucky duelist who may take home a prize of… $1,000?’ Aha… I knew there had to be an ulterior motive.”
“I figured we could ask a few of the people there if they’d seen what happened – it’s probably all over the news, after all – and make a little money on the side.” Nick reasoned. His finger trailed over to something else on the page. Alyssa looked at it and nearly choked.
“There’s a dress code? You mean I have to wear a dress and everything?” She snarled, not at all pleased with the idea. Alyssa could indeed be classified a tomboy on the outside, and these sorts of formal functions were not exactly her cup of tea. “I won’t do it. Besides, we can’t afford fancy clothes like that.”
“You leave the dress code to me. Nick’s idea, dare I utter the words, is a good one. If anyone will know something about Xel’Zerpi, it will be Mayor Muto and the dignitaries at the ball. You won’t find them giving you falsified information, and I do believe I might be able to schedule a private talk with the mayor, as well. We are rather well acquainted, if I do say so myself.”
“So it’s agreed, then?” Mark asked with a slight smile on his face. He was always an up-and-comer, and going to a ball with the intent of meeting the mayor was a grand idea in his mind. Alyssa simply sighed, snatching the advertisement for herself. Shaking her head and closing her eyes, the young maiden simply chuckled. She slapped the magazine back on the table and stood up, moving over to her bed.
“I won’t like it, but… we’re off to the ball!”
Possum_the_Furry_Monarch
05-06-2004, 07:38 PM
Nice story,keep the chapters coming.
Fan-of-Mai
05-07-2004, 03:47 PM
Your wish is my command. ^^ The next three chapters are coming straight from the archives of my computer to you! I'm rather fond of Chapter 8, myself, because... well, you'll understand when you read it all. ^^
Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Legacy of Tarot
Chapter 6: The Ruling One
Fast-forward 3 days, to the night of the dress ball. Like clockwork, Nick, Mark, Alyssa, and Bertram arrived, decked in their fanciest attire—all provided by Mr. Bertram and his large wealth of cash, naturally. They were greeted, much to their surprise, by a gargantuan ball room with a dome-shaped skylight in the center and chandeliers hanging from above, everywhere. The walls were beautifully decorated with paintings and garland, while roses could be found in vases all over the ballroom. Not a single person in the room looked out of place—shimmering ball gowns, snappy tuxedos, and dazzling jewelry were abound. To be quite frank, it was almost as though one was walking into the center of a magical fairy tale, filled with dancing princesses and princes, chatting and chuckling politely, and having a jolly good time. And, indeed, everyone was—the room was filled with talking and laughter, not enough to disrupt one’s train of thought, and certainly not comparable to that of a rock concert, but it is clear that those present are having a good time.
“It doesn’t appear that the mayor has arrived yet,” Bertram noted in his thick British accent, one eye peering through his monocle and the other, unaided. His hands, covered in white gloves, held tightly a beautiful walking stick decked with diamonds and other assorted jewels and made of the finest ebony. It looked like it must have been worth an absolute fortune—hundreds of thousands, if not hundreds of millions—and even the group began to wonder just how he could afford such a thing.
“Thank you, Captain Obviou—” Alyssa began, quickly cut off by a hushing motion from Nick. He simply shook his head as if imploring her to behave nicely towards Bertram, if only for this one night. A sigh escaping from her form, she nodded reluctantly and moved into the room.
“So I guess we just wait for him to show up, then. Any ideas?” Mark began. Alas, there were no ideas to be had before an announcement was made. All heads in the room, as splendidly dressed as they were, turned to gaze at the figures standing at the top of the grand twin staircase. Mayor Muto and his wife, apparently, dressed in clothes finer even than any single person present, if that were even thinkable. The mayor made a friendly wave with his hand and began stepping down the stairs, his wife’s arm interlocked with his.
“Good evening! I—we—thank you all for coming. Young, old, friends, foes, we thank you. I trust that, of course, some of you aspiring duelists are here to duel me for the grand prize of $1,000…”
This was accompanied, quite naturally, by a loud cheer from the apparent duelists in the crowd, and Nick was no different. The mayor merely chuckled, drawing a deck of cards from a holster about his waist. Shuffling it idly in his hands as he surveyed the crowd, the mayor randomly set his eyes on the anticipating face of Nick.
“You there!” He spoke, extending a finger towards Nick, who immediately grinned from ear to ear. “You seem awfully excited to be here. Would you like to duel me?”
Nick didn’t even need to speak; he immediately kicked forward and darted through the crowd, pushing people aside as he went (incurring the odd “What a rude little child!”), until he arrived in front of the mayor. Seemingly impressed by the young lad’s enthusiasm, Mayor Muto patted him on the shoulder and began leading him down the stairs. A few waves of his hands cleared out a large area on the floor, to the side of which Nick was lead. In an astonishing mash of gears and flurry of sound, the floor opened its gaping maw and out crept a dueling arena! Even Nick was surprised; he had figured that dueling was the Mayor’s hobby, not his life!
“Nothing special; just a little arena I had built a few years back. I really do love dueling, you see, and I had this made to accommodate any duels that I might hold. Does it suit your tastes, lad?” He asked before moving a muscle. Nick merely nodded, merrily, at the question. “Very well. Make your way to the podium. What is your name?”
“Nick, sir!” He replied, practically running over to his stand. The thought of $1,000 was too much to ignore, and he was anxious to get this underway.
“Very well, Nick! Let’s begin!”
*
After a little preparation, everything was underway for the battle to begin. Both players had set down their decks, and they had each drawn 5 cards. Their podiums flashed with the numbers “8000,” signifying their life points—this was not to last, for they would soon be whittled away by the vigour of the duel. A coin flip had decided that the Mayor would go first. He did so.
“It’s time to get this battle under way, my worthy opponent!” He announced. Somehow, by some virtue, he sounded much more authoritative and confident, as though he had already brought this duel under his thumb and there was no way he was going to lose. “I’ll place two cards face down, and I’ll play this card: my loyal Commander Knight, in Defense mode!”
The creature appeared, sword drawn, in defense mode – with 1900 defense points, it was easily more powerful, defensively, than anything Nick could pull out on his first turn…. or was it? There was one way, depending on the luck of his draw, that Nick could pull out a monster in one turn to destroy the Commander Knight, and he knew it. “I’ve got to get rid of that Commanding Knight, and fast… because once the mayor plays another monster, I’ll have to attack it, and not the Knight! But the only monster I’d be able to play in one turn with enough strength is the Harpie Lady Sisters, and I don’t have the right cards!” Looking up, Nick could see a confident grin on the mayor’s face. He was clearly an accomplished duelist, and he didn’t exactly get filled with creeping dread at the sight of Nick. What he didn’t realize, however, was that Nick was just as accomplished.
“I’ll play Gemini Elf in attack mode, and I’ll place these two cards face down. With that, I end my turn.”
“Very well. But I’m afraid I’m going to have to put a sever hamper in your plans by playing another Commander Knight in defense mode!” After a little thought, the effect of this was rather apparent: “As long as these two cards are the only ones on the field, your monsters have nothing to target: the Commanding Knights protect each other, and my life points! And that’s not all! Because of their effects, they boost each other’s attack scores by 400 points!”
It didn’t take a scientist to figure out what this meant. Without the proper Magic or Trap card, Nick would have to wait for an opportunity to come at him in order to destroy the Commander Knights. However, the mayor’s strategy had one flaw that might work to Nick’s advantage: neither Commander Knight could attack, or they would be easily defeated by Gemini Elf. That would open up the other Knight to attack, and thus leave the Mayor’s life points wide open. However, as long as the two cards made each other immune to attacks, the Mayor had all the time in the world to summon a more powerful monster. But without the necessary cards, all Nick had as an option was to build up his own defenses until another opportunity presented itself.
“I’ll play this monster card face down in Defense mode, as well as another card face down.” Nick announced assertively, the cards appearing in all their holographic glory on the field before them. The Mayor merely smirked and drew a card. His face lit up.
“Just what I needed. You know, Nick, I thought you were a more accomplished duelist than this—you’re going to have to shape up or ship out if you want to best me in a duel!” The mayor boasted, waving a card around in his hand. “This ought to be enough to take down your pitiful Gemini Elf. I’ll sacrifice my two Commander Knights; their respectful tributes will allow me to call down the exceedingly more powerful Wingweaver!” A flash of light quickly spread throughout the field, and upon its dissipation, the two Commander Knights were nowhere to be found; in their place, an angel of virtue hovers in the air, staring down the comparatively minuscule Gemini Elf without showing a drop of fear. And for good reason – with an attack of 2750, it was almost twice as powerful as Gemini Elf. “And now, my Wingweaver, use Roaring Trumpet on his Gemini Elf!”
“I can’t let you do that, Mayor Muto!” Nick smirked, flipping one of his face down cards. “This is my lovely Claymore Mine; when activated, it destroys one monster on your field with the highest attack. Since Wingweaver is the only creature you have in play, she’s about to meet a rather untimely demise.” And, indeed, she was: before the Wingweaver’s holy trumpet could be so much as lifted to her lips, a violent explosion erupted around her, blowing her, quite literally, to dust. Wingweaver wasn’t the only thing missing; the mayor’s confident expression was also well misplaced. “And I believe that makes it my turn.” His hand slid confidently over his deck and drew a card, as was customary on every player’s turn, and he grinned. “I’ll play this card, face down in defense mode. Now, Gemini Elf, attack the mayor’s life points!”
“Not so fast: I’m going to stop your Elf dead in her tracks with this card! Hexagram Curse!” Flipping the card face up on his playing field, the twin elves were immediately plagued by moaning, haunting spirits of the dead. Frozen with fear, their attack was blocked and they returned to their original position. “Hexagram Curse will prevent your monster from attacking or changing position for as long as it is face up on the field; as a Continuous Trap, your Gemini Elf might be immobile for a good while.”
A little disappointed but seemingly not entirely phased by the move, Nick merely motioned with a wave of his hand, signaling for the mayor to make his move. And the man didn’t need any more prompting; he was good at this, and he knew exactly what he had to do now that it was his turn. Drawing a card, he grinned.
“This little combo ought to be enough to take a good chunk out of your Life points! First, I’ll play Hayabusa Knight in attack mode!”
Even though Nick was well aware that Hayabusa Knight was weaker than Gemini Elf, and by 900 points at that, he wasn’t about to make any assumptions about the mayor’s dueling skills. And, of course, he was right.
“And I’ll activate my Axe of Despair, increasing Hayabusa Knight’s attack by 1000 points! Considering the fact that Hayabusa Knight can attack twice per turn, I think I can get rid of both your cards! Hayabusa Knight, destroy Nick’s Gemini Elf and his face down card!”
Leaping into action, the creature’s blade strikes twice, once into the slender bellies of the Gemini Elf, and once into the face-down card on Nick’s side of the field. This merely prompted a grin from Nick’s face, even though his life points quickly dropped from 8000 to 7900.
“Thank you for activating my monster card, Witch of the Black Forest! This allows me to summon one monster from my deck, provided it has a defense of 1500 or less – perfect for bringing out my Harpie Lady!” He announced happily, drawing the card from his deck and promptly shuffling it between his hands.
“Make your turn, then, worthy opponent.”
“Why, thank you! First I’ll play my Harpie Lady in attack mode, and I’ll place Elegant Egotist on the field! This will allow me to special summon a Harpie Lady sisters from my deck, which I’ll do now.” With four harpies on the field, Nick’s side was looking quite formidable.
“It’s still not strong enough to defeat my Hayabusa Knight!”
“No, it isn’t. Not yet, that is. I’ll activate my face-down magic card, Rising Air Current!” Flipping the card so that its painted face would be visible to all, a fierce current of wind rose up over the field. The mayor’s Hayabusa Knight struggled to keep its ground in the midst of the violent current of air, but Nick’s two cards merely rose into the sky to greet it, increasing their attack points by 500 each; the decrease of 400 to their defense was the down side, but since neither was in defense mode, it would prove to be little trouble if Nick played his cards right (no pun intended). “I think that means my Harpie Lady Sisters are capable of taking out your Hayabusa Knight—in fact, they’ll do so now!” Already sky-high, it was light work for the Harpie Lady sisters to dive, one after the other, talons first, into the weaker knight before them. As their claws sank into his flesh, the Hayabusa let out a cry of defeat before vanishing, taking the Axe of Despair with it. “And without any trap cards to protect your Life Points… Harpie Lady, attack the mayor’s life points directly!”
Little more explanation is needed; following in its sisters’ footsteps (pardon the pun once more), the Harpie Lady was able to quickly reduce Mayor Muto’s life points to 6200. Muto grumbled dejectedly, but quickly regained his composure.
“I’ve been in more dire straits than this, Nick, and I’m not about to let you overtake me this time. In fact, I hold in my hand the cards that may just bring you down here and now! Prepare to meet your doom, Nick! This duel ends here!!”
* * *
Chapter 7: The Ruling One
“You sure talk big for someone whose life points are a lot lower than mine are, Mayor Muto.” Nick boasted, holding his hand of cards tightly and feeling only the deepest anxiety deep within him that the Mayor was telling the truth. Even though many have put down the Harpie Lady line, Nick has always seemed to make it work and pull it through the toughest of situations. Hopefully, if the Mayor isn’t calling a bluff, he’ll be able to do the same here.
“Ah, but that,” replied the Mayor, “is the privilege of leadership, my dear boy: I get to talk as big and as brash as I like! And, for your information, I speak the truth. Behold! First, I’ll play Giant Soldier of Stone in defense mode!” The lumbering beast of a creature, whose body was composed entirely of rocks and boulders, composed itself upon the dueling field, arms crossed over its body to signify a defense position.
“What, and that’s it? Ooh, so it has more defense than my Harpie Lady Sister has attack; what good will that do?”
“Quite a bit, my friend. Watch as I play this magic card, Conscription!” The mayor announced and, sensing a confused look from Nick’s direction, explained the card. “This Continuous Magic card allows me to summon as many monsters onto the field as I like during my turn, at the cost of 500 life points per extra monster. And, thanks to its magical effects, I will now be able to sacrifice Giant Soldier of Stone in order to play the card that will bring about your doom… The Ruling One!”
The mention of this card didn’t strike Nick as much as it did a certain Bertram Philps, whose eyes immediately widened as he scampered towards the dueling field to get a closer look. Could the mayor really be in possession of one of the Tarot Cards? His fears were confirmed all too soon as the green-robed, kingly figure of The Ruling One arrived on the field. Wielding the mythical Scepter of Punishment, the sovereign creature gazed upon Nick’s cards with arrogance in its eyes.
On Nick’s viewing screen, located on his podium, it should be noted that his opponent’s side of the field was visible, and as The Ruling One was played, something about the card’s design immediately struck Nick as familiar—it was the same as the Sorcerer of Serpents that was played in another of his battles, against Xel’Zerpi! The Ruling One was a Tarot card! And not only that, it both was easily powerful enough to destroy both Nick’s monsters, and had an effect that would redirect those attack points in order to damage his life points!
“Now, Ruling One, destroy his Harpie Lady Sisters with your Crude Judgement!” came his order, swift and clear. The card moved in for the attack, swinging its scepter violently in its right hand at each of the harpies that made up the Harpie Lady Sisters. Just before it was able to make contact, however, a group of priests dressed in blue apparated on the field, deflecting the blows. “What?!”
“Meet Waboku; this card reduces all damage done by your monster to zero during the turn that it’s played. It should prove enough to hold you off until I can defeat your Ruling One—and I will, you can be sure of it.” Nick swanked confidently. The mayor merely laughed.
“We shall see. Make your move.”
Nick slipped his hand over the card deck and drew a card, bringing his hand size to 2. The mayor had, at present, no cards left in his hand; however, his monster would easily give him time enough to restore it to full.
“I’ll place this card face down, turn my monsters to defense mode, and end my turn.” His thick voice announced with every drop of poise he could muster. It only served to fuel the mayor’s confidence in turn.
“What, is that all you’ve got?” The mayor bragged, “I thought you were a world-class duelist, Nick. It appears I was mistaken.”
“We’ll see; make your move!”
“Very well. I choose not to play any cards this turn. Ruling One, attack Nick’s Harpie Lady Sisters yet again!”
“Not so fast,” began Nick, flipping a card face up. It was unfamiliar to Mayor Muto, and Nick could tell. “This is a rare and powerful trap card called the Bonds of Sisterhood; it allows me to special summon all Harpie Lady Sister cards from my deck in Face-up attack position when a Harpie Lady or Harpie Lady Sisters is attacked during your turn. All the Harpie Lady Sisters on the field then attack the threat as one. And that’s not all: during my next turn, all the Harpie Lady Sisters attack as one monster.”
A look of dread immediately came over the mayor’s face as two more Harpie Lady Sisters appeared on the field. He knew that this meant his doom; with no trap cards to prevent this, he was completely at the mercy of Bonds of Sisterhood. And furthermore, The Ruling One’s effect could not be activated because it was not his opponent’s battle phase! The three Harpie Lady Sisters, 9 bird-women in total, surrounded and clawed at the immensely powerful Ruling One; and yet, comparatively, it was as an ant to the might of 9 hungry robins, each willing and ready to destroy and discard it. For a combined total of 5850 damage, the all-might Tarot Card had been reduced to pieces and was immediately obliterated. The only card in his hand, a mere Hayabusa Knight, was not going to help him here. He was finished and he knew it.
“If that’s the end of your turn…” Nick began; the mayor nodded solemnly. “Very well. Then I’ll have my combined Harpie Lady Sisters finish your life points!”
The mayor nearly collapsed at the sight of his 5700 life points being reduced to 0 for the first time in his entire career. He had never been defeated, not even once; and now this little upstart was casting him aside like so much old food. One of the mayor’s attendants walked up to him and began speaking.
“I’m sorry sir, but the rules of this gala—which you created yourself—state that the loser must hand his rarest card to the winner. That means your Ruling One now belongs to Nick.”
Now, the mayor may have been in shock and dismay at his sudden defeat, but he certainly wasn’t a bad sport. Putting the remnants of a grin on his battered old face, he lowered the podiums, moved towards Nick, and handed him The Ruling One, along with a firm handshake.
“You’re the first person to ever defeat me, lad, and my Ruling One,” he began, something of a tear in his eye. “I hope you’ll treat it well.”
Nick thought for a moment, smiled, and nodded, “I will!”
Clapping erupting from the backdrop, both duelists retreated to the VIP lounge for some much needed rest.
* * *
“You’re kidding us, right Bertram?” Alyssa fumed as Nick held his new card in his hand. She was in utter disbelief at what the old goofball was telling her.
“No, Alyssa—the Ruling One is a Tarot Card. Don’t you recognize the make-up of the card itself, its design?” Bertram reasoned, taking the card into his hands and showing it to her. “And also, remember that I once told you that the Tarot cards’ masters always take on the characteristics of their cards; do you not find it ironic that Mayor Muto is, in fact, a ‘ruling one?’”
“Alright, so let’s play along with the idea that it is a Tarot Card, just for a minute,” she bristled in disbelief, “What the hell do we do with it now?”
“Nothing, yet. It isn’t going to help us find Xel’Zerpi without examining it with the proper equipment, but it will ensure that whoever he’s working for isn’t going to get them all, not so long as Nick keeps it safe in his deck.”
“I will,” the champion laughed, taking the card back and adding it to the top of his deck, “you can be sure of that.”
“Now all that needs doing is getting a hold of Mayor Muto and asking him what he knows of Xel’Zerpi’s whereabouts.” Mark threw in, leaning back on the VIP lounge sofa.
“He should be back any minute now,” Bertram began. Within seconds, the doorknob began to turn and the familiar visage of Mayor Muto entered.
“Hello, friends! I hope you didn’t get too bored waiting for me.” He began with a chuckle. Alyssa merely snorted, mumbling something that he either didn’t hear or chose to ignore.
“Please, dear friend, sit down,” Bertram began, motioning towards a nearby chair positioned close to them. “We have a great many things to ask you…”
* * *
“Yes, I knew the Ruling One was a Tarot card. My wife, who always has been interested in the legendary topic, pointed that out to me. I didn’t believe her at first, but after a time, it all made sense.”
“Do you know much about them, then?” Mark asked curiously.
“Not as much as my wife, assuredly; Jessica,” he began, turning his head towards his wife who was sitting off to one side, chatting with a few dignitaries. It was a large lounge, after all, and they were far enough away to be discluded from the conversation. “Would you mind telling them what they wish to know?”
“Of course, my love.” His wife began to move towards them and took a seat on the mayor’s lap, one arm strung around behind his neck as she crossed her legs. “What do you wish to know about these cards?”
“Well… do you know where they came from, by any chance?” Alyssa asked, showing a hell of a lot more compassion towards the mayor’s wife than her husband.
“All I know is legend, but… from what I have read about these cards, they were created by a group of people—mediums, fortunetellers, the whole lot of them—who wanted an aide in foretelling the future—and in making a few extra dollars. These were the beginnings of the Tarot cards.”
“But these mediums weren’t magical or anything like that, were they?” asked Nick, once again taking the Ruling One in his hand.
“No,” she replied, shaking her lovely head back and forth. “That is where their hidden accomplice comes into play. Known only to the legends as the Masked Conjurer, he helped the fortune tellers by infusing his magic into them. The tarot cards, you see, were not magical in and of themselves, and had no actual ability to tell the future—the Masked Conjurer said he was able to change all that. And, perhaps foolishly, the mediums agreed to his offer, although it was as though selling their souls.”
“How so?”
“Well, as it turns out, the Masked Conjurer was simply the alter-ego of a world-renowned duelist. When he infused his magic into the cards, he did not do as the mediums bid him, but rather he turned them into Duel Monsters cards. Extremely powerful duel monsters cards. And worst of all, the mediums came immediately under the cards’ spells, so they had no idea what had been pulled over their eyes. And they were the Tarot Warriors from then on, completely under the Masked Conjurer’s enchantment. Some, like a snake man named Xel’Zerpi, are still rumoured to live today, completely attached to their cards in mind, body, and soul. Others, like my husband’s grandfather, passed the cards down to family to keep their powers alive. Still others lost them in duels. Unfortunately, because of this, there is no way of knowing who now possesses a Tarot Card, because many of the old Tarot Warriors no longer exist and were immediately destroyed when their cards left their possession. But I suppose you can’t really believe all the legends… magic, snakemen… it all sounds rather foolish, don’t you think?”
“Not as foolish as you might think,” Bertram began with a chuckle. “Xel’Zerpi is the man we’re looking for. He has abducted one of Nick’s friends and taken her away, claiming that the Tarot Cards are looking for new masters.”
“Xel’Zerpi…? Yes, I remember now! He was on the news, wasn’t he? He caused the explosion at that Duel Monsters tournament. Yes, I remember that well.”
“Do you have any idea where he might be, then?”
“Well, I can’t be sure, but… according to the old legends, the Tarot Warriors often met in a place called Tarotenam. It doesn’t exist any more, of course, but if I were to make a guess, I would say that its ruins might still remain just east of a city called York. I believe you can catch a flight to York from the airport here in Tare.”
Without wasting a moment of time, the four members of the group stood up and thanked Mrs. Muto graciously for all her help. But one thing was on their minds: they had to get to this York and find the ruins of Tarotenam as quickly as possible. With the grand prize in hand and after thanking the mayor for his help, the group headed towards the Tare Airport.
The next chapter of their adventure was to begin.
Card Database
The Ruling One
Tarot Equivalent: The Emperor
Image: Seemingly the “significant other” to Mother Empress, the Ruling One is dressed in velvety green robes and wears a golden crown adorned with emeralds. He holds a golden scepter in his right hand and looks upon his subjects with a commanding presence.
Attribute: Earth
Type: Warrior
Kind: Effect
Level: 9
Attack: 3100
Defense: 2500
Card Text: Commanding and, at times, overbearing, there are few who will defy the Ruling One’s orders. Armed with the Scepter of Punishment, all lawbreakers that come before him meet a hasty – and painful – judgement.
Effect: This card only requires 1 Tribute to be summoned into battle. Once during your opponent’s battle phase, when he or she declares an attack, you may redirect up to 500 of that monster’s damage directly to your opponent. The rest is dealt normally.
Sorcerer of Serpents
Tarot Equivalent: The Magician
Image: A scaly snake-like being with arms towering over a small child. The figure’s hands are crackling with electricity and it looks ready to cast a magical spell.
Attribute: Dark
Type: Reptile
Kind: Effect
Level: 9
Attack: 3000
Defense: 1500
Card Text: Though somewhat frail of body, this evil creature’s scales provide ample protection. It’s magical spells are absolutely lethal, and it preys on creatures of all sizes. The Sorcerer of Serpents likes to hunt in packs.
Effect: This card does not require any Tributes to be summoned into battle. For every turn this card is Face-up on the field, increase the ATK of all Spellcaster-Type and Dark-Attribute monsters on your side of the field by 300. This effect lasts for 5 turns (1500 ATK).
((I'll use that Card Database every time I introduce a Tarot Card, so that you can get a feel for what it's abilities are. I've thrown in the Sorcerer of Serpents because I forgot to do so the first time I introduced the card. ^^;; I'll also use it for other cards that I make up myself, unless their effects are explained in the chapter, such as Bonds of Sisterhood. If you need any cards explained, let me know and I'll include them in this section!))
((Well, whaddaya know. It's too long for me to post all three. ^^ I'll post Chapter 8 immediately after this one.))
Fan-of-Mai
05-07-2004, 03:48 PM
Aaaaand here's chapter 8. Bet you never figured the 40000 limit would be reached, eh? ^^;;
Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Legacy of Tarot
Chapter 8: The Secret
The place? A private airplane headed from Muto city to the town of York. The time? 2 hours after Nick’s duel with mayor Muto. Alyssa and Mark dueled in their respective seats; Nick couldn’t make out who was winning or losing, nor did he really care at the moment. Too much was on his mind as Bertram slept peacefully beside him. The inflight movie played on endlessly, soundlessly, without earphones on his ears; it was just a bunch of moving pictures in the foreground. York. Why did that name sound so familiar to him? Of course, it was the location of the IDMC headquarters, but there was something else about the name that struck him as frighteningly memorable. Something from his past that he couldn’t quite recall.
“Nick?” Bertram asked, awakening from his slumber and seeing his companion deep in worried thought. “What’s wrong?”
The younger duelist turned to the older British man and, after a few moments of blank staring, he smiled. “Oh, nothing. Just thinking about… well, everything.”
“I know how that feels,” Bertram laughed, provoking a few hushes and shouts from the passengers around him who were trying to watch the movie. He slunk back into his seat to avoid their unhappy glares. Alyssa burst out in fury off to one side, screaming something about Mark being a cheater. Nick and Bertram paid little attention. “It’s not an easy thing, having such frightful weight on your shoulders as you have. I can only imagine what you must be going through.”
“But…” Nick began, cutting himself off for a moment as he probed his mind further, “It’s more than just Xel’Zerpi, or Rebecca, or the Tarot beasts… it’s something about the city, York, itself. The name just rings a bell in my mind for a reason that I can’t explain.”
“Oh, and even worse feeling!” Mr. Philps exclaimed, once again irritating the passengers around him who were still trying to watch the movie. He muttered something about turning up the volume if they couldn’t hear the film before turning back to Nick. “It might be nothing, you know. Sometimes the name just sounds familiar because you’ve read it in a book, or something like that.”
Nick shook his head a few times, slowly at first and then quickly as though gaining reassurance, “No, it’s not that. I feel as though… I don’t know, like a part of me is drawing me towards this York. Almost like… something terribly important is waiting for me there. And it’s not the Tarot cards, or Tarotenam… something else.”
Bertram nodded solemnly, opting to leave the boy with his thoughts for now. It would probably be of no use to try and probe any further; silent thought and meditation would eventually solve the puzzle that no mortal could force a solution to. Bertram only hoped that this little quest for an answer wouldn’t divert Nick from his mission; heavens only know how many Tarot cards have already been gathered together, and what the unnamed enemy plans to do with them. There was not much time left.
* * * *
“They are coming, master,” A cloaked figure speaks into the darkness. Strangely, a voice replies, deep and solemn in its words, cruel and menacing in its tone.
“The holder of the Ruling One?”
“Yes, master,” the subservient voice confirms assuredly, nodding his head once as a physical confirmation. “One Nick Maximus, accompanied by 3 companions.”
“Who?” The master inquired, stepping out of the shadows. He was sheathed in shadow from head to toe, and little more than his silhouette could be made out among the enveloping darkness.
“We do not know who they are, but they are not believed to be of much consequence.”
“Very well. Keep your sights locked on him, and tell me when he arrives in York,” The master orders, returning to his hidden seat and hiding himself once more from complete view. “I want to know his every move.”
* * * *
“Wake up, Nick, wake up!” A female voice called out, arousing the boy from his deep slumber. Nick must have fallen asleep in his thoughts as they surrounded and filled his mind, strangling his every thought until only sleep could release him. “We’re here!”
“Wha…? Alyssa?”
“Yeah! Wake up already! Everyone else on the plane has gotten off already! Why is it that you’re always the last?” She laughed a bit, pulling him from his seat. “Mark already got the luggage, with Bertram’s help. I got stuck babysitting you.”
It didn’t take much more provocation to get Nick to stand up and get his things. Still in a semi-drowsed state, he followed Alyssa along the narrow airplane aisle and towards the door, where a stewardess was waiting to show them off.
”I hope you enjoyed the fli—“
“Yeah yeah, I’ve heard it before, lady.” Alyssa snorted; she was apparently very cranky from the cramped flight. Either that, or she was acting perfectly normal. Nick couldn’t tell; who ever can?
When Nick and Alyssa had disembarked and boarded the shuttle bus that would take them from the plane to the airport, they were greeting by a rather unfriendly chorus of snarls and growls from the passengers who had been waiting for nearly 15 minutes to get moving. Nick, in his drowsy state, didn’t care; Alyssa, in her usual fury, flipped the bird at a few of them and cursed out the others. As impractical as it might have been, she was able to shut them all up and let the driver get moving.
“Jesus, can you sleep or what?” The girl laughed, patting Nick on the shoulder. One of the nearby passengers started grumbling, but when met with that menacing glare, he stopped.
“Yeah… it’s one of my fatal flaws.” Nick chuckled, rubbing his head full of bed-hair. “I’ve got a splitting head-ache.”
“No kidding!” Alyssa flatly pointed out, shaking her head as she held onto one of the handrails. “You think those seats are comfortable?”
“No, it’s not that… I’ve just… been doing a lot of thinking while they were on that plane,” Nick pointed out, shaking his head at her comment. He returned to a solemn attitude once more, looking forlornly out the window at the city dotting the horizon. “And three hours of straight thinking gives one a bad headache.”
“Thinking?” Alyssa inquired, motioning for Nick to slide over so that she could sit down, “About what?”
“Well, I don’t know. It just feels like there’s someone in York that I should be seeing, almost like I’ve known them for a really long time and that I haven’t seen them in just as long, but…” He shook his head. “I can’t remember who!”
Immediately, something came to mind in Alyssa’s head. She had known Nick for a really long time, and knew some of his deeper, darker secrets that he didn’t tell anyone; some of the ones, even, that he drove out of his own mind to get rid of the memories. And this one seemed startlingly familiar to her, but she chose not to say anything, because she decided that, perhaps, this would be something better left to himself. After a few moments of silence, and one of the more gentle looks Alyssa had shown during their whole adventure, the bus screeched to a halt at the airport.
“Come on,” she said softly, coaxing him to his feet and putting an arm around his shoulder. “We’re here. Bertram and Mark are waiting inside.”
As they got off the bus and entered the airport, Mark and Alyssa were greeted by the somewhat impatient faces of Mark and Bertram, who were struggling with the huge bags of luggage that they (or, more specifically, Bertram) had brought with them. The two explained that their hotel bus was waiting for them, impatiently at that, and that the driver had threatened to leave without them if they didn’t arrive double-quick. Without delay, Alyssa and Nick quickly rushed behind the other two and boarded the bus just in time.
It wasn’t long before they had checked into York Hotel, the fanciest establishment in all of the city. As the virtual capital of the Duel Monsters world, even a place as well-dressed as the York Hotel was a duel central. The lobby was positively filled with duelists from just about every region of the world, and not a single one of them was just trading or examining his deck. No, each and every one was locked in a duel with another, almost as though they were practicing for something.
“What the heck is this?” Alyssa asked, staring blankly at her surroundings. “It’s like the village of the damned or something.”
“I think the biennial IDMC Cup is being held soon here in York,” Mark noted, nodding his head as he looked around at the innumerably duelists. “Yeah, they hold it once in the fall and once in the spring, and I think this is about time for it to be starting.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of the IDMC Cup!” Nick announced, enlightened. He was a faithful subscriber to Duelists Monthly along with a slew of other duel monsters magazines, and the IDMC was frequently posting announcements in them. “That’s one of the most prestigious tournaments in the entire sport of Duel Monsters!”
“Yep, it’s hosted by the head of the IDMC herself… I can’t remember her name. But she’s apparently really good, and really rich. In terms of the sport of Duel Monsters, she’s also the most knowledgeable person around… of course, I guess that’s a given, since she runs the whole thing.”
“What I’d give to be her…” Alyssa’s eyes lit up as she spoke. She was, herself, a rather accomplished duelist, and she vividly loved the sport.
“Well, you’ll be meeting her soon enough!” Bertram cut in with a chuckle, examining the lobby for a last time as they stepped into the elevator. He was immediately met by looks of surprise from the three members of their little troupe. “Well don’t act so surprised. We need to know more about this Tarotenam that Mrs. Muto told us about. And I figure that if anyone can tell us more about it, it’s the head of the IDMC.”
“Alright, you fogey, tell me this:” Alyssa snorted as the elevator began its ascent. “How are we supposed to meet with someone as amazingly prestigious as her?”
“Well, that’s simple enough. The preliminary rounds of the tournament are being held today, right? All the winners are going to speak with her at a conference—“
“Does it look like Nick, or for that matter, any of us are registered in this tournament?” Alyssa bluntly pointed out. The elevator dinged as they reached the designated floor, and the group exited.
“I pulled some strings, and you all automatically advance to the next round. It would have been easier to just get you all a private conference with her, but she simply insisted that you all participate.” Bertram laughed, shaking his head. “In any case, you’ll have to be there in two hours. I trust you can make it.”
The proposal was met by an uprising of unhappy groans as Bertram retired to his room, chuckling. Left with only 2 hours to prepare their decks and get to the tournament, the tired, cranky duelists began their long, hard preparations.
* * * *
Fast forward 2 hours, to the location of the tournament. The arena, which was actually a rather large section of the city of York, was positively filled with duelists of every kind, decks in hand, shuffling through their cards. It was practically impossible to hear your own thoughts over the screeching and bantering of the busy crowd, all waiting for the preliminary announcement to be made so that Round 1 could begin. Though Nick, Mark, and Alyssa were a little anxious to duel—they would not be competing until Round 2, after all—they were, on the whole, very happy to be there.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting such a turnout,” Nick beamed as he sat on stage, looking at the duelists below him. “I mean, I knew the IDMCC is world-famous, but… wow!”
“Yeah, no kidding. Looks like we’ll be up against some fierce competition,” laughed Alyssa. She was met be a simple nod and laugh from Nick and Mark. “Oh, look! I think that announcer type guy is gonna start the tournament officially!”
And, indeed, a very classy-looking man stepped onto the stage as Alyssa mentioned his presence, and was greeted by a hearty round of applause.
“Heeeeeeeeeeello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the Spring International Duel Monsters Committee Cup!” the announcer boomed through the microphone, followed by a howl of applause. “Please put your hands together for our special guest! She’s a classy lady; she’s a great duelist; she’s a real heartthrob! Please welcome the head of the IDMC, Mai Valentine!”
Nick’s heart immediately stopped as these words were spoken.
“MOM?!”
Possum_the_Furry_Monarch
05-07-2004, 05:16 PM
Kinda saw that coming,except the mom part.More I say, I need more. :D
Fan-of-Mai
05-07-2004, 08:28 PM
I think I'll send you a few more, now. I hope you don't feel like I'm rushing you, but I do want to get these old, old chapters posted so I can give you some new ones. ^^
Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Legacy of Tarot
Chapter 9: Halis and Silah
In the last chapter, a rather shocking turn of events occurred: it was discovered that Miss Mai Valentine, the CEO of the International Duel Monsters Committee and founder of the IDMC Biennial Cup, was actually our hero, Nick Maximus’ mother! The story now takes us to the VIP lounge after her preliminary announcement to begin the tournament…
* * * *
“M…mom?!” Nick stammered for what must have been the thirtieth time since he saw her. A part of him wanted to reach out and hug her; another, to push her away, just as she abandoned him those many years ago.
“Yes, that’s me,” Mai smiled, tilting her head to the side. “It’s good to see you, Nick.”
“I wish I could say the same for you!” Nick growled, standing up from his seat and staring her directly in the eye. His were filled with fire and anger; hers, with confusion. She had no idea what he was talking about. “Where have you been? I haven't seen your face for... for... I don't even know how many years!” He never was the kind of person to just beat around the bush. ‘Get right to the point,’ that’s his motto.
“What?!” Alyssa broiled, standing up beside him. Nick was generally a timid person, so you can imagine that if his eyes were filled with fire, Alyssa’s were thrice that. “What the hell is he talking about? You abandoned him? That’s why he never talked about his mother! I knew I never liked you! Why I oughtta—”
Mai immediately rose from her seat and slammed her fist on the table; it seemed as though the entire room shook. “Sit down and let me explain, BOTH OF YOU!”
It was a frightening moment, to say the least; even Alyssa’s fiery temper seemed dowsed by Mai’s retort, and she immediately slunk back into her seat alongside Nick. The fervour of the woman’s youth, a period of time not known to most of those present, is relived in her temper. “I didn’t abandon anyone! Believe me, you don’t want to know what happened. It’s better that you don’t.”
Nick rose, shaking his head: “No, it isn’t. I have to know. I’ve gone on all these years thinking that you had abandoned me. Grandma and grandpa told me you were dead!”
“Dead?” Mai laughed for a second, quickly returning to her composed, elegant state. “No one and nothing kills Mai Valentine.”
“Alright,” Mark began, still sitting in his seat. He had been remaining silent and composed through all this, unlike his female counterparts. “If you’re Nick’s mom, then how come you two have different last names?” Hey, it wasn’t a particularly important question, but it would at least break the ice. Mai sat down and crossed one leg over the other, running a hand through her long blonde hair as she began.
“Maximus was the last name of Nick’s father; my maiden name is Valentine,” she explained. Mark opened his mouth to continue, but she cut him off instead. “Before you ask, no, I didn’t retain my maiden name when I got married. I was, for a time, Mai Maximus, though I still don’t think it really fit all that well.”
“Mom…” Nick started, sounding a little irritated. She did have a way of going off on a tangent on some things when an opportunity presented itself, and no one really knew why.
“Nick, you have to remember that your father was, at times… well, let’s just say he was a beggar for the bottle,” she continued, sighing a bit. Nick thought for a moment and, in the end, nodded his head. The last time he saw his father was at least 7 years ago, but he did remember his rather intoxicated attitude on most nights. “Well, things got a little worse than the usual ‘father comes home drunk, yells at family, goes to bed’. I knew I had to get you out of that hellhole. So, I took you to my parents’ house where your father would never find you… they always hated him, anyway. They knew he was a drunk, and no-good liar. I knew they’d never tell him you were there.”
“So why didn’t you ever come to see me in those 7 years?” The confused boy asked, bewildered. Mai merely sighed and shook her head.
“Your father.”
“What?”
“Your father. Drunken <pojo_ownz> or not, he had friends in high places… somehow he twisted the divorce case into getting a restraining order to prevent me from seeing you.”
“What?!” Nick and Alyssa rang out in unison. She was just as distressed about this news as he was; Alyssa was, after all, almost like a sister to Nick when he was younger. Mai merely nodded her head.
“Yeah. I don’t understand how he did it… but I guess money makes the world go round, after all,” she sighed, shaking her head and slamming a fist on the arm of her chair. “I hope he rot—”
Just then, someone burst into the lounge. From the looks of the man, it was one of Mai’s men hired to patrol the tournament and catch any rule-breakers. The dueling police force of York, you might call them. “Miss Valentine, we’ve got a troublemaker. Two of them, actually. They just defeated a whole group of duelists and keep screaming something about a Tarot card.”
Mai and Nick both immediately stood up; Mai figured that Nick was merely exercising his attitude towards vanquishing troublemakers. She didn’t suspect in the slightest that he might have a Tarot card in his possession. “I’ll take care of them… god, I hate these things sometimes.”
* * * *
Outside at the location of the disturbance, a pair of cloaked men stood in the center of a large clearing bordered by frustrated, confused, and angry duelists. They’d just beaten a younger pair of fighters, and cards were scattered all over the floor.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Mai exploded, stamping her foot in anger. Many of the duelists in the crowd seemed relieved to see her as she pushed her way through, and the cloaked figures were no different. “What have you done to these duelists?”
She was referring to the state of the pair he had just defeated. They were babbling like idiots, completely unaware of their surroundings, as though their minds had been completely played around with.
“They are not worthy of the title Duelist!!” one figure bellowed. Even Mai couldn’t help but feel a wave of fear wash through her body, as did Nick, as the creature spoke. He was thin and hunched over, and his body was covered completely by a billowing black cloak—only his eyes, which glimmered a violent silver, were visible from beneath the shadowy folds of his robe. The other figure looked the same, but much more submissive, as though he was perhaps the first figure’s servant or henchman.
“This is just a god damn tournament! They aren’t here to prove themselves, least of all to you!” she screeched at the figures, taking another step towards them. Nick couldn’t help but feel a little bit proud to have such a passionate, defensive mother; meanwhile, Alyssa had found a new role model. “Just get out of here now, before I have my guards drag you from the city by your heels!”
“We duel.”
“What?” she asked, momentarily stunned, her form relaxing in the moment. Despite her rather seductive look—she was dressed in a while blouse, purple jacket with gold buttons, purple high-heels, and a purple miniskirt—she looked just as forceful as any of the pro duelists here.
“We duel. If you win, we leave the city, and your pitiful excuse for a tournament. If I win, you give me your Tarot card.”
Nick immediately stepped up beside his mother; “Why do you want my Tarot card? Who are you?!”
The figure paused for a moment, looking towards Nick. It seemed as though this wasn’t the turn of events he had expected but, as his eyes gleamed with anticipation, the situation appeared to be just as tantalizing.
“You will know me only as Halis. This is my partner, Silah. Now… enough talk! You and I shall duel!”
“You’re on, you caped creep! I guess it’s two on one, unless your quiet little friend there wants to join in.” Mai boasted. She knew the duel would be easier if it was just her and Nick versus Halis, but a part of her was thirsting for a real challenge. “Activate HDS – Holofield Dueling System!”
A state of the art piece of technology surpassing even Seto Kaiba’s Duel Disk device years and years earlier at the Battle City tournament, the Holofield Dueling System actually places the duelists in a holographic rendition of the arena. Field cards change their surroundings, and the crowd cannot be seen—though the crowd can see them. Immediately, the duelists were engulfed in a shroud of darkness, and in an instant, their podiums rose before them. The vast expanse between them seemed immeasurable, the dueling field where the cards would be represented in the third dimension.
“Let us begin!”
Mai took her turn first, drawing a card from her deck. “Don’t worry, boys, this will all be over soon. I’ll play two cards face down, and play Harpie Lady in attack mode. That ends my turn.” All four duelists knew that the Harpie Lady wasn’t particularly a powerful card. Nick, being a Harpie enthusiast himself, knew that there was more to her than met the eye. Halis and Silah, however, were more worried about Mai’s face-down cards than her winged-beast.
“I will go next,” noted Halis, drawing a card from his deck. “I play Dragon Zombie in attack mode. It’s more than powerful enough to destroy your Harpie Lady; Dragon Zombie, destroy her monster with Putrid Breath!”
A wave of rotten gas rolled across the field as the zombie merely let forth a breath. It threatened to eradicate Mai’s Harpie Lady, but the duelists didn’t exactly seem worried. “Reveal magic card, Harpie’s Mountain Kingdom!”
A field-magic card designed specifically for the harpies, the kingdom appeared all around the duelists. Harpies of all ages, sizes, and shapes sat watching the duel from within the grand hall, and it looked to be a very serene place. More importantly, however, it’s effect powered the Harpie Lady’s attack by 100 times its level—with 1700 attack, the Harpie Lady was strong enough to withstand the blast.
“Alright, Harpie Lady, counter his attack with your scratch!” Mai ordered, and the lady-shaped beast responded. It leapt forth through the grand hall and tore into the Dragon Zombie, not only vanquishing it but dropping Halis’ life points by 100, to 3900. The cloaked figure muttered annoyedly.
“Very well. I’ll place these two cards face down and end my turn.”
“Then I believe it’s my turn to go,” said Nick as he drew a card from his deck. “To protect my life points, I’ll play the magic card Falcon’s Wind. This rare card allows me to Special Summon any Harpie Card from my hand without tributing any monsters first; I choose Harpie’s Stone Sphynx in defense mode.” The card appeared on the field, with the body of a lion, the head of a female, and the wings of a Harpie. The creature was made purely of stone and didn’t look like it could attack at all. Looks, however, can be deceiving. “Thanks to the effects of Harpie’s Mountain Kingdom, my sphynx’s defense increases by 600. It’s attack would increase by 600 also, but thanks to its effect, any attack bonuses become defense bonuses instead; that means this card’s defense is now 4200!” The stats showed up on Nick’s podium for a moment: the card had no attack points, but an immense 4200 defense points. “I’d like to see you crumble that. Just to ensure that you don’t, I’ll lay one card face down and end my turn.”
It was Silah’s turn, then, and he made it silently. His card was drawn in utter silence, and he made his move just as quietly. The figure played the card Skull Servant in attack mode, as well as laying two cards face down. He merely waved his hand towards Mai to signify that his turn was over and hers had begun. She looked at him in a confused manner, and then laughed.
“A Skull Servant? THIS is your partner, Halis? Looks like you’d better actually teach him to duel, first,” she taunted, drawing her card. Hey, it wasn’t her fault that Silah had shoddy dueling tactics. Deep inside, however, she knew that she had to be wary; no duelist, no matter how awful, would play a card that weak without some kind of plan to back it up.
“You’d be wise not to underestimate Silah, girl.” Halis began with a chuckle.
“We’ll see about that,” replied Mai. “I play Elegant Egotist, allowing me to summon the Harpie Lady Sisters from my deck. Powered up by 600 points, these little darlings are more than enough to handle whatever you might throw at us. That’s not all, though; I reveal my face-down magic card, Harpie’s Feather Duster! This rare magic card will get rid of ALL your face down magic and trap cards; that leaves your and your partner in serious trouble.”
It didn’t look like Halis or Silah had anything that could possibly counter the attack, as they let their cards get discarded easily. Neither one seemed particularly phased, however, retaining their calm composure.
“You look awfully content considering you’re about to lose. Harpie Lady, attack Halis; Harpie Lady Sisters, get rid of Silah’s Skull Servant and a big chunk of his life points!” Halis’ life points dropped to a miniscule 2200, while Silah’s Skull Servant was vaporized, along with 2250 of his Life Points—this left him at 1750. “You know, boys, I was expecting a little more of a challenge. I haven’t seen this kind of shoddy dueling since Duelist Kingdom.”
“You won’t be so bold soon, miss Valentine,” chuckled Halis. “Our master has already told us the outcome of this duel, and you’re playing it exactly as he had predicted.”
“Oh god,” muttered Mai, shaking her head. “Not more of this ‘I can predict the future’ nonsense. The last time I heard something like that was from Yugi, who said someone tried the same tricks at Battle City! Well, that time it was for real; I don’t think I trust you two clowns, though.”
“Believe what you will, but our master’s power is real. Everything is going according to plan.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” grumbled Mai, “Just make your move already.”
“I will,” noted Halis, drawing his card. “Just as I suspected. This duel is coming to a close.”
“Yeah, for you maybe,” laughed Nick.
“We shall see. I too shall play Skull Servant, in defense mode, along with two face down cards. That ends my turn.”
“Another Skull Servant? Maybe you ought to ask your “master” for some retraining, boys,” laughed Mai, shaking her head.
“Mom, maybe we should be careful,” Nick cautioned. “They’ve only played a single monster worth attacking with, and that was their Dragon Zombie. There must be some purpose behind these Skull Servants.”
“I know, I know,” she whispered softly to him. “But the cardinal rule of dueling is that it’s a mind game as much as it is a card game. You can never let on what you’re really thinking, not if you want to keep your opponent guessing.”
Nick merely nodded with a smile, and drew his card. “You’re still a long way off from crumbling my Sphynx, so I see no need to summon any more monsters just yet. Instead, I’ll place one card face down and end my turn.”
“Running out of options, boy?” taunted Halis. Nick shook his head with a smirk.
“Far from it, you caped freak. Silah, I believe it’s your turn.”
The diminutive figure nodded solemnly, drawing his card for the turn. In what seemed to be another stupid move, he also played a Skull Servant, silently. He also played a card face down, and in the same silent way, motioned for Mai to take her turn.
“I don’t know what you think you’re up to, but you certainly aren’t doing it well. First, I’ll lay two cards face down. Now my Harpie Lady will destroy your monster…” she chuckled to Halis, “and her sisters will destroy yours. Ready? Go!”
All at once, both Halis and Silah shouted something, “Activate trap card, Waboku!”
This was, indeed, the first time Silah had spoken in the entire duel, and his words were like an omen; Mai and Nick both felt like, now that he was speaking, they had completed whatever plan they were hoping to achieve.
“These trap cards will keep our life points untouched, even though our monsters still go to the graveyard,” Halis pointed out.
“Hmph,” chuckled Mai, only slightly annoyed. “Fine with me. Make your move.”
“Indeed. And I should thank you, miss Valentine. You’ve helped me more than you know.”
“Well, you’re welcome for whatever I did, but don’t count on it helping you too much.”
“I think you’re wrong. Because now that you’ve sent three of our Skull Servants to the graveyard, you’ve allowed me to play this card: Revival of Creaking Skull.”
As the card came into play on the field, the Harpie palace was suddenly filled with wild wailing and moaning, as though the souls of the dead themselves had arrived. The holographic harpies that were sitting around the grand hall covered their ears, as the wailing was too much for them. It was indeed lifelike, and was a sound that even Mai and Nick couldn’t endure.
“These are the wails of the Skull Servants you destroyed; and thanks to my Magic card, I can revive their restless souls.”
“So you’re going to revive your Skull Servants? Oooh, scary,” Mai joked, knowing that there was something much more sinister in store for her. Remember, duel monsters is a mind game, after all.
“Not quite, miss Valentine. Their souls will be resurrected in the form of a great beast known as the Creaking Skull!”
He wasn’t kidding, either; a great crack in the floor of the palace gaped open, and from within it clambered out a skeletal beast of gigantic proportions. Its head was clearly several times the size of its body, and cracked as though it had seen several battles and better days. Its arms had no hands where hands should be, but rather sharpened scythes of bone. Its legs were small and frail, unable to support the weight of its massive head. Its statistics flashed on Halis’ viewscreen. Its defense, like many zombies, was a frail 0; however, with an attack of 3200, it was easily strong enough to decimate both Mai’s Harpies.
“Meet the Creaking Skull, our ultimate beast and the bringer of your demise!!”
* * *
Chapter 10: The Harpie Queen
“Face it,” laughed Halis as his great, pale, blue skeletal beast towered over them, “you can’t win now! Nothing you have in your entire decks can defeat my Creaking Skull!”
Mai and Nick were both clearly stunned at the raw power of the creature before them, but they didn’t show it. “Don’t be so sure, Halis. One strong beast won’t save you.”
“Oh really?” beamed Halis confidently. “I think you’re wrong; apparently, you need me to prove that! Creaking Skull, slice and dice her Harpie Lady Sisters with your Doomsickle!”
A monstrous groan was let forth from the horrendous fiend as it clambered forward slowly. Each step shook the arena violently, bringing everything but the roof down. The skeletal monstrosity then reared back its massive scythe-arm, roared once more, and tore at the three sisters on the field, slicing them promptly in two. They vanished painlessly and soundlessly, along with 650 of Mai’s life points. She merely smirked.
“Your beast is a toughie, I’ll admit that,” she acknowledged, pressing a button on her podium, “but all you’ve done is activated my trap. Reveal Numinous Healer!”
As the card flipped itself over, an angelic figure of a nurse appeared on the field, working diligently with life magic to restore Mai’s life points by 1000—this left her at 4350, even higher than she had been before. Halis growled.
“Your traps can only save you for so long, miss Valentine. I end my turn.”
“How courteous of you,” chuckled Nick, drawing his card. “You do realize that your Creaking Skull is a full 1000 attack points too weak to destroy my Sphynx, don’t you?”
“A minor inconvenience, I assure you.”
“I guess we’ll soon find out. I play Harpie Lady in defense mode, as well as one more card face down, then end my turn.”
Silah was next, and he drew his card in silence. When he finally made a move, an Armored Zombie took its place on the field, sword drawn and ready to do battle. The card was, again, too weak to destroy any monsters on the field, leaving Mai and Nick wondering just what was happening. It wasn’t long before Silah played a magic card, however: Axe of Despair. By equipping his Zombie with this card, he was able to increase its attack by 1000, making it powerful enough to destroy either of the Harpie Ladies on the field. By pointing at Nick’s, Silah had made his choice known. The beast lunged forward, slashing fiercely with its brand new axe, making dust out of the lady-beast. Nick merely smirked.
“You seem awfully happy considering your monster was just destroyed,” laughed Halis. “You wouldn’t be trying to pull a trap on us, would you?”
“No,” laughed Nick, clearly mocking Halis, “of COURSE not.”
Halis merely growled, but as he began to speak, he was swiftly cut off by Mai.
“If you boys are finished, I believe it’s my turn,” she noted, drawing her card. A look of confidence didn’t exactly spring to her face.
“Don’t worry,” assured Nick, “I’ve got you covered.”
Mai nodded and regained her air of poise. “I’ll lay two cards face down and switch my Harpie Lady to defense mode. Your turn, Halis.”
“Aw, is poor miss Valentine running out of options? Such a pity. Creaking Skull, destroy her Harpie Lady with Doomsickle!”
“Ha!” laughed Nick, pressing a button on his console. “You fell straight into our trap, Halis, and you’re going to wish you hadn’t! I activate my trap card, Bonds of Sisterhood!”
“No! Not a trap card!”
“Yes,” noted Mai. “This card will allow me to summon all my Harpie Lady Sisters from my deck whenever my Harpie Lady is attacked. They then attack the threat as one, adding their combined attack totals together. Once you factor in my field magic card, that makes the combined attack total 5100. Do you really think you can handle THAT, Halis? Sisters, give that zombie our kind of makeover, and take away most of Halis life points!”
The 6 sisters leapt into action as gracefully as though they were one monster, surrounding and tearing into the Creaking Skull. Strong though it may have been, it was no match for their combined attack strengths, and immediately found itself reduced to dust—Halis’ life points felt the same, being reduced to a mere 300.
“And don’t forget, until the end of my next turn, these sisters will attack as one. Not so tough now, are you?”
Halis said nothing. He motioned for Nick to make his move; his surprisingly calm attitude shocked and confused his opponents. His strongest monster had been defeated, and his life points were looking rather pitiful. He must have had some plan lying in wait, and Nick was determined to find out what that plan might be. He drew his card in silence.
“This ought to slow you down!” Smirking a little, Nick drew a card from his hand and placed it on the field. The familiar hum-and-whistle of a card being rendered in 3D was heard, and a strange ring appeared around the neck of his Sphynx. “I’ve played Ring of Magnetism. Although it decreases my Sphynx’s defense by 500 points, it has one very important effect: all your monsters must attack it instead of anything else!” Although it now only had 3700 defense points, that was more than enough to keep both Halis and Silah at bay, as few monsters can attack such a formidable defensive wall and survive. “For good measure, I’ll call my Harpie’s Brother onto the field as well!” Leaping into action, the male Harpie, dressed in sleek red clothing reminiscent of a martial artist, prepared itself for battle. “It’s not strong enough to defeat your Armored Zombie, Silah, but that doesn’t matter, because I’m after your partner! Harpie’s Brother, attack Halis’ life points with your Mach Combo!”
The winged beast danced into action at the speed of sound, leaving only a sonic boom behind it as it went. As it neared every closer to the robed figure, it was slightly surprised to find a welcoming chuckle erupting from his robes.
“Active face down card, Brain Control!” As the cloaked figure flipped over his card, a pair of ghastly hands shot forth from his life point counter.
“What good will that do you? Brain Control only lasts for one turn, and Harpie’s Brother isn’t strong enough to do you any good!” Nick pointed out, somewhat confused and bewildered by the shoddy move.
“You assume that I am targeting your Harpie,” Halis noted with a chuckle, shaking his head slowly. He merely extended a long finger towards none other than Nick’s Sphynx. Unable to do anything to prevent the attack, the Sphynx found itself dragged across the ground towards Halis’ side of the field. Harpie’s Brother found itself against a formidable opponent, and try as it may, its attacks only left it tired and hurt – and Nick’s life points, now at 2500, weren’t much better off. “May I remind you that the Sphynx is under my control until you take your next turn, and until then, Ring of Magnetism will prevent you from attacking anything but it.”
“Fine,” Nick declared, apparently dismayed by the turn of events but not finished yet. Harpie’s Brother, tired and wounded, returned to his side of the field. “I guess that means it’s your turn, Silah.”
With all the articulation of a mime, Silah acknowledge this and drew his card. Making no other moves, he merely pointed a bony, pale finger in the direction of Mai’s Harpie Lady, and somehow, the zombie approved. Lumbering forward, it made to slash the beautiful beast to smithereens, but Mai waggled her finger and shook her head.
“Maybe you boys haven’t learned that you can’t screw around with my Harpies so easily.” She ran a hand through her hair and shifted her weight to her other leg as though this was merely a game that she was quickly growing tired of. “I activate Harpie’s Protective Wind!”
From seemingly out of nowhere, funnels of wind surrounded Mai’s Harpie Cards and indeed Mai herself. As per the effect of the trap, however, both Halis and Nick received the same effect: for Harpie’s Protective Wind protects ALL Harpie Cards on the field from any attacks, as well as protecting their controllers’ life points, for three turns. Mai realized, as did Halis, that his protection would only be temporary, for as soon as Nick’s turn came around and Brain Control’s effect wore off, so would Halis’ protective winds.
“You still do not surprise me. This is exactly as I have been told,” Halis remarked.
“Whatever. Save your prophecies for the drunks down at the bar.” The chairwoman chuckled a little and shook her head, partly in disbelief that someone could actually believe such foolishness. “I guess it’s my turn, then.” She smirked, drawing a card. Her eyes narrowed and she sighed a little, looking disappointed.
“Did you not get the card you needed?”
“Actually, I’m sighing because I’m sad you’ll have to leave us so soon.” Mai grinned playfully and slapped a card down on the field, revealing in perfect 3D another Harpie, this one dressed in robes and carrying a harp. “Meet Valenova, the Harpie Bard.”
“What?!” Halis shouted as his silvery eyes, glowing from underneath his robe, rounded and widened. “That is not as I was told!”
“I told you your prophecies and predictions were all a bunch of BS.” Without any prompting from Mai, the new Harpie began to sing an enchanting song. Music is what Harpies are renowned for, but mostly for horrible, piercing screeches that paralyze their foes; this song was quite different. “Valenova’s enchanting melody can mesmerize one monster for a single turn when she comes into play. The monster, in its entranced state, can neither attack nor defend for a single turn. Watch!”
Indeed, the bardess’ song was working, and even though it was an inanimate object, the Sphynx under Halis’ control somehow became lulled by the tune. As its eyes slowly closed and it somehow slumped down into a deep sleep, the fierce winds surrounding it and Halis dissipated. “Because your Sphynx is out of play for one turn, your protection is gone, too. You know what that means!” Halis’ expression could only be read as one of sheer astonishment and amazement – had his master lied to him, or simply been wrong? Or had this been part of his plan all along? Either way, he knew the game was over, for him at least. “Harpie Lady, destroy the rest of Halis’ life points!”
With a fearsome screech, the ladybird tore into action, scratching and clawing at Halis like a kitten tears at furniture. When the attack was completed, there was nothing left of the robed figure’s life points but a big, flashing 0; defeated, he and his cards vanished from the three-dimensional arena, leaving a two-on-one battle in motion.
“You’re in a spot of trouble, Silah, because I’m about to wipe out what’s left of your life points, too!” Mai tossed a card onto the field, her other hand placed firmly on her hip, weight shifted to one side. “I’m about to summon the most fearsome Harpie card in existence. In order to do that, I’ll need to activate this: the Mythic Coronation!”
From somewhere in the palace, a trumpet-blast sounded. Mai’s Harpie Lady Sisters positioned themselves before the throne, carrying with them a robe, a scepter, and a bracelet, all of them regally fashioned. Once these Harpies had positioned themselves before the throne of the palace field, another appeared on the field, sitting on the throne itself. This Harpie looked no different from any other Harpie Lady – until, that is, she donned the crown, scepter, and bracelet. Once this had been completed, a harmonious screech rang out, and the crowned Harpie became transformed into an either-winged Seraphim, while the Harpie Lady Sisters found themselves destroyed, sacrifices for the better of their queen.
“Meet the 8-Winged Harpie Queen – and with 3900 attack points, she’s about to destroy your zombie! Harpie Queen, take out the trash with your Divine Judgement!”
The queen extended her arms, and without so much as a word, she unleashed a blast of white energy. Completely unable to withstand the blast, even protected by its Axe of Despair, Silah’s Armored Zombie withered away to nothing, taking extra damage from the attack as a result of its holy nature. His life points dropping from 1750 to 0 in one fell swoop, Silah was also ousted from the duel, and the holographic field dissipated, leaving a victorious Mai and Nick in its wake. They grinned triumphantly, but their victory seemed to fade when they looked towards their opponents – or, at least, where their opponents used to be.
“What…? Where did they go?”
* * * * *
“You failed,” a voice called out ominously to a cowering Halis and Silah, kneeling in a dark, shadowy room.
“We’re sorry, master! We did everything you told us to!” Halis’ form only seemed to quiver more, as if begging for forgiveness.
“It is of little consequence. This was exactly the outcome I was hoping for.”
“W—what do you mean?”
“Only holders of the mystical Tarot cards can possibly avoid fate as the two Valentines did. They are our next targets,” the voice bellowed, a hint of amusement showing up in its formless tones. “Now get out of my sight!” The two duelists nearly tripped over themselves and each other as they got up, dashing madly to get out of the room as quickly as possible. In the shadows, something moved: a cloaked figure standing by a dark fireplace which suddenly sparked to life.
“Prepare yourself, Valentines. I shall not rest until your Tarot cards belong to me!”
Fan-of-Mai
05-07-2004, 08:34 PM
Alright, these are the last two in my archives... I'll be writing current ones from this point on. ^^ Enjoy! ((EDIT: Bah, it seems I started making my chapters longer and longer at this point. >.< These are a good 3000 words over the limit. One chapter at a time, then!))
Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Legacy of Tarot
Chapter 11: Round 2… Duel!!
“That was… really weird,” Mark stated back in the comfort of Mai’s VIP room, holding a cup of warm coffee in his hand. The weather outside had been rather cold, but whether this was a natural occurrence or some freaky side-effect of Halis’ and Silah’s presence was not entirely certain. A warm drink was just what the group needed to warm their bones and their souls.
“You can say that again,” chimed Alyssa. Nick and Mai simply nodded their heads in agreement, occasionally passing a solemn look at one another and saying nothing. The sweet taste of victory had been soured by the sudden disappearance of the two mystery duelists without so much as an explanation of their origins. There was also the mystery of the destiny that they claimed to know – if they were telling the truth, then how did Nick and his mother avoid fate as they did; if Halis and Silah were lying, then why did they seem so very confident in their abilities?
“I just want to know,” said Nick after a few moments of awkward silence, “how they knew about the Tarot cards. I mean, that Xel’Zerpi guy is bad enough as it is, but I don’t want to have to content with a bunch of black-clad cultists as well.” Mai looked at him with weak, thoughtful eyes. She looked as though she wished to say something, but resigned to silence. The woman was obviously holding back a secret, but none of the others seemed to notice.
Mark was the first to reply. “Yeah. I would have liked to find out where they came from, or who they were working for, or… something! Anything! But we’re back at square one.”
“Not really,” Alyssa corrected. “We’ve still got Xel’Zerpi to follow, right? And we’re hardly done here in York, so I’m sure a lead is bound to turn up somewhere.” Nick and Mark nodded, but Mai still seemed rather confused. She tilted her head and looked at each of them in turn.
“Who is this Xel’Zerpi, anyway? You keep talking about him, but you haven’t told me anything about who he is or why you’re following him.” She sipped her violet mug of tea and then placed it gently on the table beside her, crossing her legs. Nick cleared his throat first, resolving to answer the question first.
“Well… you may find this hard to believe, but bear with me.” He looked at his mother for a moment, and she nodded her head. “Alright. Xel’Zerpi is a sorcerer” – he paused to let it sink in, waiting to see how his mother would react – “and he crashed the Tare Invitational Finals, in which I was dueling a girl named Rebecca.”
“Ooh, a girl, eh? Did you get her number?” Mai interjected, apparently having temporarily lost interest in the story. She hadn’t seen her son in years, after all, and wanted to know if he was seeing anyone. Alyssa looked at her for a moment, appearing slightly offended, but remained silent. Nick merely gave his mother a stern look.
“Mom, can we please stay on topic?” Mai seemed taken aback, but nodded her head and sat silently. “Now, he crashed the tournament and challenged us to a duel of his own. Despite our combined efforts, he was still able to defeat us by summoning a powerful card known as the Sorcerer of Serpents. It was what he called a Tarot card, and had power like nothing I’d ever seen. When he won, he grabbed Rebecca and flew off, and we’ve been chasing him ever since.”
“Ah, yes,” his mother said as he finished his story, “Bertram told me a little about that. He met you shortly afterward, did he not?” Nick nodded his head, and Mai followed suit. She sat in silence for a moment, contemplating something rather deeply, and then returned her gaze to her son. “So, you have one of these Tarot things?”
Nick nodded his head and said, “Yeah. I won it in a duel against Mayor Muto a while back. I guess I have to keep it from people like Halis and Silah as best I can. Don’t want them getting their hands on it.”
Mai nodded her head in agreement, but suddenly jumped up as if remembering something. “Wow! Look at the time.” She glanced at her watch once more just to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, but nodded her head and pursed her lips. “It’s time for round 2 to start. Come on, guys; I may have let you all get into this round, but you’ll have to prove you’re worthy to advance. It simply wouldn’t do to be late!”
With that, the four of them stood up; Nick, Mark, and Alyssa held on their faces looks of utter glee. They had been anticipating actually participating in the IDMC cup ever since they had been informed that they had been signed up, and whenever they had free time, they had been tirelessly tweaking their decks to what they believed was perfection. They were absolutely determined not to lose – in the back of their minds, though, they knew that only one of them could possibly come out on top. But suffice it to say that whoever did win the tournament would be one of them.
*****
The stadium around which the magnificent stage was located was absolutely bustling with energy and life. There wasn’t a single seat that wasn’t filled, and a large fraction of those sitting down in the seats (and some of those standing in the aisles) were carrying dueling decks in their hands, in straps on their belts, or what-have-you. Even though everyone was individually talking in only hushed tones, the area was amazingly loud, filled with the kind of indiscernible sea of sound that, while it is overwhelming at first, is easy to drown out and ignore within a relatively short time.
Mai motioned towards a row of chairs positioned at the back of the stage. “You guys go sit down,” she said somewhat loudly, attempting to cut through the noise. “I’ll try and calm these guys down, and then we can get the round started.” The trio complied and moved towards the seats, where they found Bertram sitting down already. His fancy walking can was held in his hand and he gripped its knobby head tightly in his folded hands, letting it rest between his legs as he sat. He nodded to them each in turn as they sat down, but said nothing, for Mai was already stepping up to the microphone.
She waved her hands in a downward motion, signaling the massive crowd to quiet down while she spoke into the microphone. “Hello, everyone!” She struck a characteristic pose, letting one hand rest on her hip, which she thrust out to one side, and raising her other hand into the air. The crowd roared excitedly at her presence, not only because she was surprisingly good looking for her age, but also because it meant Round 2 was bound to commence. In anticipation, the throng hushed itself down and waited for the words that they knew were coming.
“Well, I guess you all know what I’m about to say…” she spoke innocently, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. The crowd bubbled with excitement; though their words were incomprehensible, she knew that it was a sign of confirmation. Again, she hushed them with deft movements of her hands and continued. “But before we begin round 2, I’ll have to tell you about the special rules that are in place.”
Almost immediately, the crowd dropped dead with silence. All eyes were on the IDMC chairwoman; this was highly irregular. Rarely did the IDMC Cup have rules different than the normal Duel Monsters game as first laid out in Battle City years before, but their rule changes were always interesting and added spice to the competition. “Some of you may have heard of this rule, so it won’t come as much of a change to you, but I will explain it in detail for those that haven’t. During the second round of the IDMC Cup, we will be playing via the Deck Master ruleset in which each duelist chooses one card from his or her deck to serve as the “Deck Master”. The rules are as follows…”
A man in a black suit stepped up to the microphone, then, and he began to recite the rules in a deep tone while Mai slipped back to speak with Mark, Nick, and Alyssa. He explained how each Deck Master had a different special ability that could help out a deck immensely, and how a Deck Master could be summoned from the Deck Master position to the field at any time, after which it could not return. The Instant Kill rule was also explained: when a duelist’s Deck Master was destroyed while on the playing field, that duelist would automatically lose the duel, regardless of life point count. While this was somewhat new to most of the duelists, they seemed to find the idea interesting and were ready to try it out. It was this kind of special rule, they knew, that separated the weak from the strong. It would test their ability to endure despite the conditions and to conform to new situations.
“Wow, great idea, mom!” Nick said as she came towards them, nodding his head with approval. Her red lips tugged into a smile and her eyes softened.
“Thanks. I’ve only dueled by this system once or twice, myself, and I’ve been itching to introduce it on the world scale ever since I first did. It’s really interesting, don’t you think?” The three of them nodded their heads; Mark and Alyssa were already searching their decks to figure out which card would serve as their Deck Masters. They were quite visibly excited about the idea. “Anyways, I just wanted to personally wish you three the best of luck.” She straightened up and looked back towards the crowd, which was already chanting excitedly for the round to officially begin. “I’d better get back there before they start eating each other.” Mai chuckled sweetly and began to move back towards the microphone, her hips swaying from side to side as she slid across the wooden stage.
“Alright!” she boomed enthusiastically, holding out her hands as if to embrace the entire crowd at once. “I guess there’s no more reason to put it off. You’ve all got one hour to prepare your decks, and then the next round officially begins! The match-ups are being randomized as we speak, as you’ll all know who you’re up against before the hour is up.” The woman paused for emphasis, and her eyes scanned the crowd. Then: “Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s duel!”
*****
45 minutes later, Nick, Mark, and Alyssa were sitting in the VIP room with their decks sprawled separately across the floor. Everything needed to be perfect, and these last minute tweaks were all they needed to ensure victory.
“So who are you guys choosing as your Deck Leaders?” Mark inquired to break the silence left behind by the immense amount of concentration going on in the room. “I’m choosing Machine King, obviously. It’s gonna be awesome!”
“Well, I’m going with my Amazoness Tiger,” replied Alyssa, holding the card gently in her hand and letting it shimmer in the light. “Nothing’s gonna beat this deck!” A smirk tugged at her lips and the slipped the card back into her deck with complete confidence.
“I think I’m gonna go with Harpie’s Pet Dragon.” Nick placed the card separate from the rest of his deck on the ground, mulling the decision over. Most of his Harpies would make good Deck Masters, but it seemed that their pet dragon would make the best master of all of them. It was able to power up his other Harpies just like they normally power it up – his mother was really helpful in telling him these effects, and because of that, he was almost certain that he had made the right choice. “Yep. Harpie’s Pet Dragon.”
Just then, there was a light knock on the door, and Mark jumped up to go answer it. It was one of Mai’s blacksuits, coming no doubt to give them a message directly from her in her absence. “Madam Valentine wishes you all to know that the match-ups have been generated, should you wish to see them now,” he announced gruffly before stepping out of the room. All three of them looked excited for a moment, and they gathered up their cards and quickly rushed out of the room, almost forgetting to shut the door behind them. The tournament was finally upon them.
*****
When they got outside and checked the match-up board, they realized that it was Alyssa’s turn to duel first out of the three of them. They were quite lucky to realize that none of them would be dueling at the same time (there were four main dueling arenas set up for this round of the tournament), so they would be able to watch each other duel, and hopefully win. She blushed – not with embarrassment, but with excitement – and pounded the air with her fist. “Yes!” she shouted, so loudly that she caused several heads to turn to see what was the commotion. “I’m up first!”
“But look at your opponent,” Mark subtly pointed out, thrusting a finger in the direction of her rival’s name. The last name was one they all recognized: Underwood. Rose Underwood, in fact. She was infamous for following in her uncle, Weevil Underwood’s, footsteps. Although she was more akin to using Plant-monsters than Insects, she still used the same insidious tactics as Weevil often did, and was far from above cheating to get what she wanted. This only made Alyssa even more stoked for battle.
“Alright! I can’t wait to kick that little cheater’s butt!” she announced assertively. Her eyes twinkled with delight and eagerness.
“Well, be careful,” Nick cautioned, putting a firm hand on her shoulder and trying to calm her down. “Rose is good; real good. I know you are, too, but she’s not above cheating like you are. Just keep an eye open at all times.” Alyssa nodded and smiled sincerely, her eyes softening as she looked into Nick’s. Within moments, though, she shook her head and snapped back into reality, coughing a little and pointing herself towards the dueling platform.
“Time to chop those plants down to size!”
“You’d be surprised,” a feminine voice called out formlessly, “just how easily my plants will cut you down to size, Alyssa.” The voice was a little dry and hoarse, but it was easily recognizable as belonging to Rose Underwood. A petite girl, no more than 10 years old, stepped out from behind a nearby tree. She was clothed in a green school uniform with a red, rose-shaped ribbon in her short, greenish-blue hair; of course, a dueling deck was present in her hands, and she shuffled it with skill and ease.
“Well, well, well… Rose Underwood.” Alyssa turned to face her, narrowing her eyes. Her opponent’s round glasses reflected the sunlight like glassy pools of water behind which her eyes were shielded. “Rigged your deck yet?”
“Tsk tsk, Alyssa. Such a lack of courtesy does not become you. I’ll have you know that neither I nor anyone else would need to cheat to beat you. You’re a lightweight.”
“Oh yeah?” Alyssa growled in response, thrusting herself right in front of Rose’s face. The smaller duelist was unflinching. “Well, why don’t we just see about that?”
“Ah, so you wish to duel, then? I figured you’d forfeit before we even got started. What a waste of five dollars.” Rose chuckled quietly, only causing Alyssa to snarl defensively. Both duelists backed away from one another and stepped towards their ends of the Holofield Duel System platform. They stared each other down for a good, long moment before shouting, in unison:
“HDS – Holofield Duel System, activate!”
Almost immediately, the duelists found themselves surrounded by a holographic field consisting of blue skies, white clouds, and rolling green plains. Alyssa grinned as she drew her hand of five cards, knowing that this choice of field would be perfect. “I’ve got the advantage of field,” she taunted; Rose remained unphased and did not even seem to notice the remark.
“Duelists,” a female, computerized voice called out, “choose your Deck Masters.”
“Alright!” boomed Alyssa enthusiastically, choosing her Deck Master. “I choose the Amazoness Tiger as my Deck Master!” The tigress appeared beside her almost instantaneously, growling fiercely at Rose while brushing up against Alyssa’s leg. She was, in most ways, a normal tiger: her fur was orange with black stripes, and she wore a jeweled, golden collar around her neck, with chained gauntlets around her forelegs.
“The Rose Spectre of Dunn shall be mine.” A beautiful female spirit appeared beside Rose. She had no legs, or at least, not visible ones; a large, beautiful rose replaced them. Thorns ran up and down her arms, and she grinned arrogantly at Alyssa and her tiger.
“I’ll go first,” Rose stated matter-of-factly, and there was nothing Alyssa could do to stop her, for Rose had started her turn before she could so much as open her mouth. “First, I’ll activate the magic of Gaia Power – say goodbye to your field bonus!” The card was placed on the dueling field, which seemed nothing more than a plate of glass hovering about them. They were not standing on a platform anymore, or so it seemed to them; they were actually standing on the grass of the plains. Alyssa could feel the cool grass brush against her legs as the wind rushed over the rolling hills. The only artificial thing in the entire scene was, as stated, the plated of marked glass hovering in front of them: their duel fields.
But, back to the effect of Gaia Power, for a moment. The cool breeze that rolled over the plains was not to last, for almost immediately, trees and bushes began to sprout up out of the ground at maddening speeds. It was like the labour of Creation gone mad – a forest was shooting up around the two duelists almost instantly, and animals that were not there before peeked their heads out from within bushes or behind trees. A land that should have taken a millennium to grow had appeared within the span of a minute!
“Things are looking bleak, aren’t they?” the young girl taunted as she pulled another card out of her hand and let it fall onto the glass plate; it stuck in place almost unnaturally, and the glass shimmered in reaction. “I’ll place a monster face-down, and I’ll lay another card face down, as well. Your turn.”
Alyssa drew her card and thought for a moment. She soon grinned after realizing the advantage of her position, and placed a monster of her own on the field. “I summon Amazoness Swords Woman in attack mode!” The female warrior shot into existence carrying two serrated, steel swords in her hands, crossed one over the other. Her golden hair was rough and tousled, and her clothes were rather scant; still, she looked highly imposing and dangerous. “You’ve forgotten that I also get a field power bonus from your Gaia Power – my Amazons are just as much in their element here as they were on the plains!” Rose let out a growl and curled her lip while the Swords Woman’s attack points shot up by 500, bringing her to 2000. “Now, Amazoness Swords Woman: attack Rose’s face-down card!”
The amazoness darted into action, uncrossing her swords and preparing to attack. They came down in a flurry of steel, slicing the face-down card into confetti. Alyssa’s opponent simply grinned. “Say hello to Venus, The Man-Eating Plant!” A plant with sharp-looking teeth and a powerful maw sprung forth from the ground, temporarily unphased by the amazon’s attack. “Now, watch as Venus devours your silly Amazon with her Gaping Maw attack!”
Rose Underwood wasn’t lying, either: the plan reared back, opened its gigantic jaw, and then lashed forth. The Swords Woman could do nothing as it was caught in its victim’s grasp – the hunter had become the hunted…. and the eaten. Within seconds, the gruesome scene had passed – Alyssa had to close her eyes to avoid getting sick, but Rose merely watched and enjoyed – and neither monster was left on the field. The man-eater had been destroyed, while the Swords Woman had been eaten. The field was cleared once more, except for Rose’s face-down card – which she promptly activated.
“Now that you’ve destroyed my monster, I’ll activate my Magic card. Witness the magic of Fertilizing Powder!” A disembodied hand sprung into existence as a result of the card, with a canister of water in held tightly. This, it sprinkled on the ground before Rose, and without so much as a second of reaction time, that very earth began to rumble with delight. “This Magic card allows me to summon one Plant monster from my hand, and I choose this: another Rose Spectre of Dunn!”
“Uh oh,” Alyssa whispered to herself, a bead of sweat forming on her face. Rose already had a monster on the field, while she had nothing to speak of. “I’d better think of something, fast.”
“Oh, but I’m not finished yet. Watch as I activate my Deck Master’s special ability! By paying 500 of my own life-points, I can multiply any monster on my field once per turn. Say hello to yet another Rose Spectre of Dunn!”
Rose’s life-points began to drop steadily, but the payoff seemed well worth it: another Rose Spectre, clad in her leafy tanktop and with a rose replacing her legs, appeared on the field right beside the first. Both creatures had a mighty 3000 attack points.
“Wait a minute!” Alyssa fumed, shaking her head. “Those things should only have 2500 attack points! Gaia Power only increases their strength by 500!” Rose chuckled menacingly, shaking her head and wagging a free finger.
“I guess you don’t know my Deck Master’s other special ability! It powers up all my flower-based monsters by 500 more points at the cost of 400 defense!” She let out a menacing, victorious laugh as her two specters towered over the field. Surely Alyssa would fall quickly under their might!
“Are you beginning to see just how hopeless this duel is?” she taunted, grinning malevolently. “You can’t win! Just give up now, before my specters feast on your very soul!”
Fan-of-Mai
05-07-2004, 08:35 PM
Alrighty, last one of my older chapters, as I said. I'll be writing more from this point. Enjoy!
Chapter 12: Vampire vs General!
When last we left our dear heroes, Alyssa was in what seemed to be a hopeless duel against the sinister Rose Underwood, plant-duelist extraordinaire! With no monsters on the field, how could she possibly withstand an attack from Rose’s two formidable Rose Spectres of Dunn, boasting three-thousand attack points each?
“Just give up now!” squealed Rose. She was growing impatient, apparently, with Alyssa’s sheer amount of concentration in the face of such unbearable odds. “You can’t win!”
“Quite the contrary.” Alyssa placed two cards face-down on the field while speaking. “This duel has just begun, you little weed, and I’m far from losing anything. I’ve got a plan to trim those overgrown plants of yours, and it starts with these two cards.”
“Are you finished yet?” Rose’s voice didn’t lack any confidence. She was either overlooking Alyssa’s face-down cards in her mad rush for victory, or she was discounting them as no threat. Whatever the case, Alyssa nodded slowly; Rose quickly grabbed at a card. “Aha!” the little rascal squeaked excitedly as she held the card up to the light. “Just what I needed! I’m afraid this is where you bow out of the tournament, Alyssa!”
Rose’s opponent didn’t seem frightened. “You forgot my face-down cards, didn’t you? Your Spectres might have more trouble facing them than you bargained for.”
“Not at all: in fact, it is precisely your face-down cards at which I aim my attack, you silly girl!” Underwood cackled with delight, slapping a card onto her glass duel board. “I play the Magic card, Heavy Storm!” Without warning, a fierce hurricane began to tear apart the stadium. Trees were shaking, bushes were flying, and animals were running in search of shelter. “This beautiful magic card wipes away all magic and trap cards on the field – I have none, but yours are your only line of defense! Say goodbye, Alyssa, to your life points and this—”
“I think you should say goodbye, Rose: to your Heavy Storm!” Alyssa’s hand reached down with catlike reflexes and flipped over one of the face-down cards. “You’ve triggered my trap: Spell Shield Type-8! Its powerful technological bonuses prevent your magic card from doing anything useful at all!” The girl chortled victoriously, watching as Spell Shield’s nullifying effects quelled the storm and brought order back to the forest. “Unless, of course, you consider falling uselessly to the graveyard useful.”
Rose growled with contempt as her Heavy Storm’s powerful effect came to naught. “You’ve reduced my barrage of wind and rain to nothing more than a light breeze! You’ll pay for that, my dear. You may have stopped my Heavy Storm, but I still have enough attack power behind me to wipe out everything you’ve got – and that’s not saying much. Rose Spectres, attack Alyssa directly!”
Her opponent’s look was one of victory, mixed with a little disbelief. “Are you just slow, or did you honestly forget about my other face-down card?” With those same reflexes, Alyssa revealed her face-down card, and as predicted, it was a trap. “I activate Last Line of Defense! This trap card negates the attack of your monsters, protecting my side of the field with an impenetrable barrier of stone.” True to the girl’s words, a brick wall rose up suddenly from the ground, tossing trees and bushes aside in its wake. The Rose Spectres slashed and pounded, but they were unable to pass through. “The barrier will remain in effect until the end of your next turn, so this isn’t the only time you’ll be unable to attack.”
Alyssa suddenly picked up another card and placed it on the field. It was hidden behind the brick wall so Rose was incapable of seeing it, but the flashing lights made her certain that it was a monster. Her grunt of confusion and open mouth, ready to speak, signaled that she figured Alyssa was cheating. “Did I forget to mention Last Line’s second effect? I get to summon one monster from my hand to the field when it is activated – and as an added bonus, YOU don’t get to see what it is.” Her opponent growled with distaste for this action, but she didn’t seem to mind too much.
“You must be getting desperate, hiding behind stone walls.”
“A good defense is the best offense, Rose. This, you will soon understand,” Alyssa told her opponent coolly. She drew her card, as it was now her turn. “You criticize my Last Line’s protection, but you’ll soon come to fear it. I summon yet another monster behind its stone wall, and again, you don’t get to see what it is. That will end my turn.”
“Fine, fine!” huffed Rose, drawing her card hastily. “Well, it seems I can’t attack you, so I’ll just end my turn. You’d better be ready, though, because your stone wall is crumbling, and on my next turn, I’ll tear down your monsters, too!”
As predicted, Last Line of Defense’s effect wore off, and the wall of stone that it had concocted began to sink back into the earth. Slowly, Alyssa’s two monsters were revealed: a tiger exactly like the one she had chosen for her Deck Master, and a muscular woman with black hair and skull-adorned armor, wielding a blowpipe.
“That’s all you were able to conjure up for your defense?”
“It’s more than enough to get rid of your Spectres,” Alyssa smirked. She absolutely loved that Rose had no idea whatsoever what she intended to do to get rid of her Spectres. True, her opponent managed to keep a straight face and a calm composure, but she knew there was trouble afoot. “I draw!” The card she had picked up didn’t do much to excite her, but it seemed that her plan was already completed anyway. “I’ll summon yet another monster to the field: this time, I summon the Amazoness Paladin!”
With a feminine roar that exuded power and confidence, Alyssa’s Paladin sprung to life. She wielding a thin longsword in both hands and her mastery of it was evident. She was dressed simply, her blonde hair falling over little more than simple brown clothes, but she looked tasteful nevertheless.
“Alright, so maybe your monsters are kinda tough,” Rose admitted halfheartedly, belittling her opponent with a nonchalant wave of the hand, “but my Spectres are still stronger.”
“Not for long. Watch as my plan comes into effect! Amazoness Blowpiper, weaken the Rose Spectre of Dunn with your Poison Dart!”
One swift blow was all that was needed. The hollow sound of air passing rapidly through the blowpipe was heard, and a dart shot swiftly through the air. It pierced one Rose Spectre right in the neck, and she hunched down slightly, weakened.
“My Blowpiper’s effect allows me to cut the attack of one of your monsters by 500 each turn. That brings one Spectre down to 2500 – a mere ball of catnip for my mighty tiger! Amazoness Tiger, attack the weakened Rose Spectre of Dunn!”
The tigress’ mighty roar shattered the forest. With 400 attack points from each of the three Amazonesses on the field (including herself), plus 500 extra attack points from Rose’s Gaia Power, she was powered up to 2900 – more than enough to take care of the Spectre she was attacking. With a mighty swipe of her claw, one Rose Spectre shattered like glass and withered like a fallen weed – and Rose’s life point counter dropped to 3100.
Rose looked vaguely disappointed, but hardly shattered by the defeat. “You forget that my Rose Spectre is still 100 attack points stronger than even your mighty tiger! You may have weakened my first, but that effect can only be activated on your turn – so on my next turn, I’ll easily destroy your strongest monster!”
Alyssa was taken aback by this realization. Her eyes shot wide open at this oversight. Such a mistake could cost her the duel. She plainly lay a card face-down and ended her turn, preparing for the worst.
“You silly girl. A seemingly minor oversight like this will end up losing you the duel. My powerful monster will devour your tiger like my Man-Eating Plant did to your Swords Woman. True, your tigress is protecting your other two Amazons from being attacked—” (And indeed, the two other Amazons were standing behind the Tiger as though shielded by her) “but once she’s gone, they’ll be wide open… and so will your life points!”
Alyssa’s look of worry stayed right where it was. She knew what was coming, even before the attack. “First, I’ll use my Deck Master’s special ability yet again, and duplicate my Rose Spectre of Dunn to summon another one to the field! Now, my Spectre, devour the Amazoness Tiger with your Soul Steal attack!”
Rose’s monster extended her arms and prepared the onslaught, building up energy throughout her body and readying herself to drain any life-force that existed within the Amazoness Tiger. She finally unleashed the energy, and a ball of light volleyed forth. Upon contact with the Amazoness Tiger, it would drain her energy fully and cause her to vanish from the field completely. Alyssa’s last line of defense would be gone.
She didn’t seem worried anymore.
“It seems you can’t teach an old dog new tricks – or maybe you just can’t teach a new dog old ones! You completely ignored my face-down card yet again, and this time it really will be your demise! Reveal face-down card: Amazoness Archers!”
There was suddenly an army of bow-wielding Amazons of various shapes and sizes, standing and crouching behind Alyssa’s own formidable force. Their leader raised an arm and then let it fall, signaling a barrage of arrows to spray forth through the air, piercing both of Rose’s Spectres – and again decreasing their attack points by 500.
“The Amazoness Archers trap card is a powerful one: it forces all your monsters into attack mode and decreases their attacks by 500 each.” Alyssa grinned, saving the best for last: “Not only that, it forces them to attack this turn! And since my Tiger is protecting my other two Amazons, both of your weakened Spectres have to attack her!”
Driven mad by the steady stream of arrows piercing their delicate skin, the two Spectres unleashed their powerful attacks against the only viable target: Alyssa’s Amazoness Tiger. There was nothing Rose could do to stop them: the pain had caused such a rage to build up inside them that their actions were uncontrollable. Each attack bounced off the mighty tigress as though it were nothing, and she easily dispatched of her two opponents with one powerful claw each. Rose lost a meaningful 800 life points, decreasing her total to 2300.
The sneaky little girl’s head must have been reeling. She looked utterly dazed and defeated, and the monster she placed in defense mode, as well as the face-down card that accompanied it, was placed as such with very little enthusiasm. It was as though she had lost her will to duel completely.
“Don’t look so down,” Alyssa mock-comforted, drawing her card. “Losing to me won’t be that bad… even if I am a light-weight.” She grinned from ear to ear, knowing that her victory was just a step away. She only needed to get rid of Rose’s face-down monster with her Paladin and then attack her life points directly. That face-down card was probably a trap, though, and it could have caused a whole lot of trouble if left alone. “I’ll lay a card face-down as well, and attack your defense monster with my Amazoness Paladin!”
Rose suddenly sprang to life, a sinister grin of her own plastered on her face. She never looked so alive. “Ha! You say I can’t learn the old tricks, but you’ve fallen for one of your own! Reveal Trap card: Mirror Force!”
Alyssa let out an audible gasp, for she knew exactly how Mirror Force would send each attack-position monster on her side of the field directly to the graveyard by reflecting her Paladin’s attack right back at them. One by one, her Tiger, Paladin, and Blowpiper met their dooms and said hello to the discard graveyard. Rose’s monster remained completely untouched.
“You are a fool!” the girl sneered, picking a card off the top of her deck. “And now you’ll pay for it! With no monsters to protect you, I’ll cut away your life points with ease! First, I flip up my face-down monster: Vampire Orchis! Its 2700 attack points – thanks to my field bonus, of course, and my Deck Master – should do nicely to wipe you out. And thanks to its special effect, summoning Vampire Orchis allows me to Special Summon Des Dendle from my hand!” Strangely enough, only one creature appeared on the field: a walking tree with many living branches writhing around it, each one with a mouth-shaped rose at its tip – and each mouth contained a sharp looking set of fangs.
“Where’s your Des Dendle?” Alyssa inquired.
“Oh, don’t you worry about that: my Des Dendle is there. You just can’t see it. You see, Des Dendle is a Union monster, and that means I can join it to my Vampire Orchis.”
“Why would you do that?”
“You’ll see soon enough,” Rose assured her opponent. “But for now, Vampire Orchis will attack your life points directly with its Gingersnap attack!”
All at once, Vampire Orchis’ tendrils lashed forth and bit at Alyssa hungrily. Her lifepoints quickly dropped to 1300. One more direct attack, and she would be finished. She needed to get rid of Vampire Orchis quickly or her place in the tournament would be lost to someone as despicable as Rose Underwood.
“Alright!” Alyssa cried, pulling a card out of her deck. “This duel’s not over yet.”
“Oh, but I beg to differ.”
Alyssa ignored the taunt. The card she had drawn was just what she needed to get out of this bind. “I play a Magic card, Pot of Greed!” When activated, a veiny green-blue pot with a grotesque smiling face appeared on the field. It chuckled menacingly and spewed forth two cards which found their way to Alyssa’s hand. “As you know, this card allows me to draw two cards automatically – no questions asked.” The girl looked down at her hand and grinned, adding: “And I’m afraid I’m a step closer to taking down your Vampire Orchis. But first I’ll play this card in defense mode and end my turn.”
Rose was clearly not intimidated. In fact, the move elicited a loud, piercing laugh from her as she drew her card. “You silly girl! Now you’re about to discover why I summoned Des Dendle to the field when I called Vampire Orchis forth. Go, my beast! Use your Gingersnap attack on her face-down card!”
One of the creature’s vampiric tendrils lashed forth and split the face down monster clean in two; it revealed itself to be a Sinister Serpent, a weak monster card. “That’s all you’ve got to defend yourself?” Rose taunted with a bellowing laugh to follow. “And you say you can defeat my vampire… hah!”
“Don’t judge a book by its cover, Rose. I take it you don’t know Sinister Serpent’s special ability: when it goes to the graveyard, it comes right back to my hand!”
Alyssa’s young opponent seemed slightly shocked by this development, but not defeated in the slightest. “Stupid girl. Your pest won’t help you now or ever!”
“What?” Alyssa inquired, slightly puzzled. She didn’t see any way that Sinister Serpent’s line of defense hadn’t helped her. Vampire Orchis could only attack once, after all, since it was just one monster.
“I told you Des Dendle had a special ability, and it’s time to unleash it! Wicked Plant Token, come forth!” Suddenly, a misshapen flower sprang forth from the earth, snarling menacingly at Alyssa and snapping its jaws at her. “Whenever my Vampire Orchis, equipped with Des Dendle of course, destroys one of your monsters, I get to summon one of these darlings to the field. It only has 800 attack points… but factor in my Deck Master’s special ability and the Gaia Power magic card in play, and it has a generous 1800. Now, how many Life Points do you have again? 1300, was it?”
The sinister Rose pretended to add things up on her fingers and finished with a menacing grin. “Why, I think that means you lose! Wicked Plant Token, attack her and win me this duel!”
The tiny but threatening weed reared back and, all in an instant, let forth a barrage of seed bullets. They exploded on contact with Alyssa, leaving nothing but a huge cloud of dust in their wake. A confident Rose began her victory dance immediately, while the spectators outside the arena – namely Nick and Mark – cringed to think that their friend had lost her duel. But when the smoke cleared, things didn’t look so bleak.
Alyssa’s Life Points remained untouched, the Wicked Plant token was gone, a fierce-looking warrior with long, blonde hair was on Alyssa’s side of the field, and one-thousand of Rose’s own Life Points had vanished. This, of course, elicited a horrified and bewildered response from the childish duelist.
“What?! What happened? You cheated! I won! My Wicked Plant token destroyed your life points but you took mine instead!”
“Stuff it, Underwood. That move was perfectly legal,” Alyssa retorted with a confident smirk. “And it’s all thanks to you.”
“What did you do? Tell me!!”
“It’s more what you did, Rose. Your Wicked Plant Token’s attack triggered my trap card, Battle Cry. The rare card negated your attack and countered it by allowing me to summon any Warrior-type monster from my hand – I summoned Freed the Matchless General. Powered up by Gaia Power, it was strong enough to wipe out your Wicked Plant and one thousand of your Life Points.”
Rose was furious. It was obvious that she was about two seconds from exploding completely and tossing her cards all around the arena. “Fine! We’ll see about that! I’ll just use this Magic card to destroy your Freed and get rid of it completely! I activate Dark Core! I need to discard one card from my hand, but as a result, Freed is removed from play – never to return.” A hideous cacophony of laughter followed, the kind that can split eardrums and makes cats screech in alleyways. A huge rift appeared on the field above Freed, sucking in everything around it – light included. “Say goodbye to your monster and this duel!”
“I don’t think so,” Alyssa said calmly. With an equal amount of serenity, Freed raised his thick arm to the sky. A ripple of energy emanated from the palm of his hand and the dark core imploded until it was nothing once more. Rose nearly blew her head right off.
“What are you doing this time?!”
“You didn’t bother to read into Freed’s second effect, did you? Freed automatically destroys any Magic card that targets him. Your Dark Core met just such a fate. Now if you’re doing blowing a head gasket, I think it’s my turn.” Alyssa drew her card with more confidence than she had shown in the entire duel thus far. It didn’t even really matter what it was; she had everything she needed with her already. “You’re finished, Rose. Just admit it. I summon Amazoness Swords Woman to the field! Remember her?”
Rose didn’t say a word as the brazen vixen appeared beside Freed, wielding her menacing sword in one hand. Alyssa tilted her head at Rose and smirked. “Let’s not forget my Deck Master’s special ability. I needed an Amazon to be present on the field to activate it, but now that there is one, you’re in for some pain. I activate my Deck Master’s special ability: Maul! By offering my Amazoness Swords Woman as a tribute and sending her to the graveyard, my Tiger Deck Master can tear all the monsters on your side of the field to shreds. I also have to pay 1000 life points – but that doesn’t matter anymore.”
Vampire Orchis met a cruel fate at the receiving end of the angry beast’s sharp claws. Like a lumberjack Alyssa’s Deck Master hewed and hacked until Vampire Orchis and the Des Dendle that accompanied it were nothing more than broken twigs and splattered moss on the ground below. They soon after shattered into a million pieces and vanished into thin air.
“Now, Freed, finish her off with your Matchless Sword Strike!”
The great warrior lumbered forth with his broadsword held firmly in both hands. Alyssa merely grinned at the bewildered Rose as the final moments of the duel passed. “Gardening was never quite so fun!”
And Freed brought down his mighty blade with unparalleled precision and force, wiping clean the rest of Rose’s Life Points. The dueling holograms quickly dissipated and a computerized voice announced Alyssa’s victory over the dazed Rose Underwood. She was quickly greeted by her comrades.
“Great job, Alyssa!” Nick congratulated, patting her on the back. Mark did much the same. Mai nodded her head satisfactorily.
“You put on a great show, Alyssa. I’m glad you three aren’t making me regret reserving second-round spots for you.” The woman threw in a wink to show that she meant no harm. “But I guess you guys don’t have a lot of time to celebrate. The next duels are about to begin, and I think I saw your name on the roster, Mark.”
The boy who had until then been confident and cheery suddenly looked a little sick. Perhaps sick isn’t the right word – nervous perhaps is more fitting. Nick and Alyssa met his expression with looks of concern.
“Are you alright?” Alyssa asked, putting a hand on his back and looking him in the eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little nervous. I mean, your duel was really tough, Alyssa. I haven’t dueled in a while, so I don’t know if I could pull myself out of a spot like you were in.”
Nick just chuckled a bit and shook his head. “Don’t even worry, Mark. You’re a great duelist. I’m sure you’ll win with ease.”
Although his voice said thanks, Mark’s expression didn’t seem that much more convinced. He knew he was pretty good, but was he good enough? Reluctantly he made his way over to the viewscreen to see who he was up against. “Here we go…”
Fan-of-Mai
05-08-2004, 06:34 PM
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Yu-Gi-Oh!: The Legacy of Tarot
Chapter 13: Mind Over… Mind?
“Who’s that?” Mark asked as he looked curiously up at the semitransparent view screen displaying his name alongside that of his opponent. The name read “Jonathan King,” but it was a name with which neither Mark, Nick, nor Alyssa were particularly acquainted with. Mark reached out and gently poked the shoulder of a nearby duelist and inquired as to the identity of his adversary.
“Oh man!” the boy shouted with something of a laugh, “You’re up against King? Man, you’re in trouble.” He promptly turned around and seemed to relay this turn of events to his friends, who followed suit with their laughter. “Good luck, you’ll need it.”
“Wow, is it that good?” Alyssa wondered out loud, looking slightly stunned at the boy and his companions. They all nodded in unison without so much as batting an eyelash at the question.
“Oh yeah. Not only is he one of the top chess-players in the world, he’s got one of the most brilliant minds for Duel Monsters in history. They say his ability to think several moves in advance in chess is what makes him so good at dueling.”
Strangely, Mark seemed less worried that before. Rather, he seemed excited and motivated as though he could not even think of being defeated by this person. Nick sensed the envigoration and smiled, nodding fervently. “You’re one of the best strategists I know. I find it hard to believe he’s any better than you.” Mark nodded in reply, not as if saying ‘I agree’ but as if saying ‘Thanks.’
“Besides, you’ve got tough monsters in your deck,” Alyssa chimed in, “and with your choice of Deck Master, I think they’ll be even tougher. You’ll pound this King guy into the ground.”
An unseen voice chuckled from the shadows, and moments later a willowy, beautiful boy stepped out from behind the view screen. He was about the same age as they were, and had short, silvery hair that fell perfectly about his face, almost hiding his eyes, which were covered by thin, attractive glasses that glinted slightly in the sunlight. He was wearing an unusually warm-looking black coat and his hands were thrust into its pockets. The boy’s poise exuded awe and respect.
“Is that so?” He asked fluidly. His voice was just as beautiful as his figure, and he seemed to be a skilled orator just in the three words that he had spoken. “I can already tell exactly how you’re doing to play this duel, move for move. I’m afraid it would be harder to checkmate my little sister than it will be to defeat you.”
Alyssa was practically fuming at the boy’s snide remark and she looked about to scold him, but Mark just held out his hand and quickly silenced her before the words even came to her mind. “Well, we’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?” he replied calmly, staring intently into the eyes of his opponent.
“We shall. And what better way than to get our duel underway, hm?” Jonathan turned and began to walk lithely away, hands still in his pockets. Mark followed a few steps behind, with Nick and Alyssa bringing up the rear. Suddenly he stopped and whipped around; his hands came out of his pockets, one bearing his dueling deck, the other waving magically at thin air.
“Holofield Duel System, activate!”
The same sort of thin, transparent, marked glass appeared hovering in front of Jonathan as had appeared for Rose and Alyssa in their duel. Another materialized for Mark, who also took out his deck and began to shuffle it. All the while his gaze was locked upon his opponent, who stared right back at him. It was clearly the meeting of two great minds and neither was willing to back down.
All of a sudden the plainness of the city was replaced with a giant chessboard; Mark and Jonathan each stood on one end of it. They could not see any of their spectators, but the opposite was not true – the onlookers could see every move they would make quite clearly. The battlefield was rather eerie: it looked as though the giant chessboard was in some kind of alternate dimension, for pure darkness rippled about them. They seemed to be floating in absolute blackness.
“Duelists,” a computerized voice chimed, “Choose your Deck Masters.”
No words were passed between the two competitors. Terrorking Archfiend, a demonic figure with a red cloak, black bat wings, and a hideous blue greatsword, appeared behind Jonathan. Machine King, a gigantic robotic commander, appeared behind Mark.
“I’ll go first,” began Jonathan after long moments of silence between the two competitors. “I shall play the Magic card Pandemonium.”
His simple words were followed by a not-so-simple effect. The darkness that surrounded them was replaced by what could only be described as chaos. The sky became red-orange and swirled unnaturally, and lightning bolts crashed furiously around them constantly. There was nothing orderly about the complete and utter bedlam that surrounded them.
“And now I play Infernalqueen Archfiend,” he continued. A red-faced monstrosity of a woman-beast appeared between them, a regal violet cape d***** over her shoulders. She looked more like a vampire than a queen as she gazed hungrily at her opponent. “A card played face-down ends my turn.”
“Very well!” Mark replied, drawing a card from his deck. “I summon—”
“Wait,” Jonathan interrupted, tapping his duel screen once. “I activate Infernalqueen Archfiend’s special ability. During each of our turns, I can increase the attack of one Archfiend monster by 1000 points until the end of the turn. I can only choose the queen herself, and so her attack strength increases to 1900 for the duration of your turn.”
“Fine, fine. As I was saying, I summon X-Head Cannon to the field.” The mechanical creature appeared in front of Mark, but it somehow did not seem complete: it was as though its bottom half was completely missing. Even so, the two powerful cannons on its back seemed more than capable of making up for this loss – but its 1800 attack points did not seem capable of handling the Archfiend it was up against.
“Your pitiful monster is but a plaything for my Infernalqueen,” Jonathan taunted with a smirk. Mark simply waggled a finger in his opponent’s direction.
“I didn’t choose Machine King as my Deck Master for nothing. His Deck Master ability increases all my Machine-type monsters’ attack points by 100 for each Machine-type monster on my side of the field – however, their defense is decreased the same way. My X-Head Cannon therefore has 1900 attack points and 1400 defense points. I’d say it’s more than a match for your queen now. Now then, I’ll also play a card face-down and end my turn.”
Jonathan said nothing as he drew his card. Immediately his queen turned around and latched onto him with her limber, graceful arms, and she seemed to want to suck out his energy. This only fueled the vampiric look she already had about her.
“What is she doing?” Mark asked, confused by this seemingly-traitorous turn of events.
“She wishes to feed,” Jonathan replied, “upon my Life Points. All Archfiend Monsters require a sacrifice of Life Points each turn in order to stay on the field. Normally I would lose 500 Life Points now, but my Pandemonium Magic Card will satisfy her thirst for blood instead.”
Immediately, red droplets fell from the sky onto the Infernalqueen, and she seemed quickly sated by the refreshing shower and turned to once again face Mark and his monster. Her attack strength had fallen to 900 again, but Jonathan did not seem to want to use the ability again. At least, not on her.
“A good queen always needs servants by her side; and so I summon Vilepawn Archfiend to protect her.” A battle-clad warrior with a longsword in one hand and bony armor encasing his body appeared in front of the queen, conducting himself in a protective stance. “I shall use my queen’s ability to increase my Vilepawn’s attack strength to 2200. That should suffice to take out your X-Head Cannon – so, my Vilepawn, attack!”
The smaller demon darted forth with surprising speed, and it leaped into the air some feet in front of the X-Head Cannon with its sword held high above its head. One swing would be enough to cut the machination down to size, but Mark seemed to have other plans, as per the big smirk on his face. “I think it’s time for me to activate my face-down card. Say hello to Limiter Removal!”
All of a sudden, the X-Head Cannon went berserk. A noise could be heard from inside it as though all of its circuits were overloading and yet filling it with immense power at the same time. Each of its shoulder-cannons fired one shot at the soaring Archfiend, and it was blasted clean out of the sky with nary a screech to signal its passing. Jonathan looked unusually shocked. “What have you done?”
“Limiter Removal,” Mark explained, “doubles the attack points of all my Machine-monsters for one turn. That brought my X-Head Cannon to a grand total of 3800, more than enough to wipe out your Vilepawn and a hefty chunk of your lifepoints. Unfortunately, the circuits inside my cannon are overloading as a result, even as we speak, and when your turn ends it will explode and be sent directly to the graveyard.”
As predicted, the tank became red and began to make hissing noises like a kettle that was ready to boil. It exploded in a bright array of reds and oranges, and when the smoke cleared it was nowhere to be seen.
“I guess that means your turn is over,” Mark concluded. Jonathan said nothing. He merely increased his Infernalqueen’s attack points as per her effect and let his opponent continue. “Alright then. I summon Mechanicalchaser in attack mode to begin my turn!” The machine monster had a ball for a body and several sharp, weapon-wielding appendages sticking out from it at all angles. “Thanks to Machine King’s Deck Master ability, my Mechanicalchaser gains 100 attack points, bringing its total to 1950. I think it’s time to say goodbye to your queen! Mechanicalchaser, attack!”
With a robotic beep that signaled affirmation, small jet thrusters on the chaser’s back launched the beast into motion. One swift slash with one of its sword-like arms was enough to shatter Infernalqueen Archfiend into a million pieces of data. Jonathan lost a mere 50 Life Points, bringing his total to 6350. He did not seem particularly worried.
“I’ll play a card face down to end my turn. Your move.”
Jonathan drew his card calmly and placed it almost apathetically into his hand. “You may think your pitiful monster is powerful, but you’re about to learn just how wrong you are,” he said very matter-of-factly. At that moment, he picked a card out of his hand and placed it on the dueling field, summoning the visage of a powerful, iron-clad knight-demon. It looked like a less-regal version of Jonathan’s Deck Master, with a katar on one hand and a serrated claw on the other. Most importantly, the beast had a full 2000 attack points. “Shadowknight Archfiend, let us show him just how worthless his tactics really are. Destroy his Mechanicalchaser now!”
As the demonic warrior leapt into action, Mark thought quickly and activated his face-down card. “I knew you’d try something like that, and that’s why I had this little trap card ready! Activate Reconfiguration!” A control panel appeared before Mark, different than his duel field, and he input a combination of numbers. The Shadowknight’s attack seemed to be slowing down as though ready to come to an eventual stop. “This card allows me to stop your attack and take control of your monster for one turn, ensuring that it can’t do any harm to me. I think that puts a stop to your plans.”
“I don’t think it does,” Jonathan retorted without a second passing after Mark’s last words. “Shadowknight, activate your special ability, Magic Resistance!” Mark was clearly shocked, a reaction to which Jonathan simply smirked. “All my Archfiends possess the ability to potentially resist the effects of your cards. I need only roll a die, and if the outcome is a 3, your card will be nullified and destroyed.”
A horrifying black die apparated above the arena and dropped down suddenly, spinning and eventually losing momentum as it traveled across the vast chessboard. Both duelists watched intently, as did the onlookers, to see what the result would be. The die slowed down, screeched to a halt on the board, and revealed its result: a 4. Mark’s eyes lit up.
“Ha! Looks like your little magic trick didn’t work.”
“Yours is the one that will fail. Activate Dice Re-Roll!” All of a sudden, the shadowy die on the field exploded and dissipated, and another one appeared above the field. “This card allows me to negate the outcome of one dice roll and re-roll it. Let us see if fortune smiles upon me this time.” Sure enough, the die rolled again. It was as if time repeated itself, as everyone watched with bated breath for the result. It was a 3. Jonathan simply let out a short grunt of a laugh.
“Shadowknight, destroy that pitiful card and then resume your attack on his monster.” A ripple of energy burst forth from the obedient demon’s mouth, and it continued on its course towards Mechanicalchaser. With one swipe from each bladed hand, Mark’s machine found itself quickly send to the scrap-heap. “Don’t feel too bad. Fortune’s smiling upon you, too: the damage Shadowknight Archfiend deals to your Life Points is cut in half, so you only lose twenty-five. Then again, with an empty field, you’ll soon lose more than that. But I’ll play a card face-down, just to be safe.”
Mark was a little shaken, but he drew his card confidently nevertheless. Suddenly things started to look up for him. “First I’ll summon another X-Head Cannon to the field in attack mode, and then I’ll play a Magic Card of my own: Frontline Base!” A wall suddenly appeared behind Mark, fortified with what appeared to be soldiers and provisions for war. “This magic card allows me to special summon one Union monster from my hand to the field once during my turn. I’ll use it to special summon the Y-Dragon Head!”
From over the fortified wall came a large mechanical dragon spouting electrical bolts from its mouth. It took its place beside the X-Head Cannon and roared ferociously at Jonathan and his Shadowknight; neither seemed phased. “Even with your Deck Master ability your X-Head Cannon only just meets my monster’s attack strength, and your Y-Dragon Head pales in comparison.”
“I thought you said you could read several moves in advance, King! If you could, you’d know that these two monsters are capable of joining together to form a powerful beast known as the XY-Dragon Cannon! Y-Dragon Head! X-Head Cannon! Initiate Union sequence now!”
All of a sudden, the X-Head Cannon propelled itself into the air, while the Y-Dragon Head soared along just beneath it. The two came together, X on top and Y on the bottom, in a shower of sparks, forming a new monster: The XY-Dragon Cannon. With 2300 attack points, thanks to Machine King’s Deck Master ability, the new beast could destroy the Shadowknight with attack points to spare. And it did: “XY-Dragon Cannon, take out his Shadowknight now!”
The X-Head’s cannons shot forth and the Y-Dragon’s mouth blasted lightning in synch at the Shadowknight Archfiend, shattering it instantly. Jonathan lost a hefty 300 Life Points, to boot. Again, his composure was rock-hard. “Thank you,” he muttered. Mark was baffled.
“Why are you thanking me? I’ve got a powerful monster on the field and you don’t have a chance of beating it,” he retorted, feeling quite proud of himself. There were few monsters that could stand up to the XY-Dragon Cannon. It wasn’t his strongest, but it was a step in the right direction.
“Perhaps. But I don’t need to defeat your monster.” Jonathan drew a card and placed it in his hand as he said this, instantly picking up another one in its place. “I’ll just take it for myself, instead.” The card that he had chosen from his hand was placed firmly on the dueling field. “Before I activate this card, I’ll need to trigger my trap, first: I activate Archfiend’s Roar!”
Suddenly, a piercing screech filled the field, almost bringing the unprepared Mark to his knees in convulsions of pain. Jonathan, of course, was completely unphased. “Hear the cry of my Infernalqueen Archfiend! My Archfiend’s Roar trap card brings her back to the field for one turn. Her presence allows me to activate this card: Falling Down!”
As his chosen card found its way to the playing field, a giant hole appeared underneath the XY-Dragon Cannon and tethers of darkness began to pull it down forcefully. When it was finally swallowed up by the earth, it reappeared in its darkest form on Jonathan’s side of the field. “As you can see, Falling Down gives me control of your monster, but an Archfiend must be present on my side of the field or it will be destroyed immediately.”
Mark noticed something flawed about the strategy. Archfiend’s Roar only brought back Infernalqueen Archfiend until the end of the turn, and Falling Down required an Archfiend to be present or it would be destroyed. Therefore, at the end of Jonathan’s turn, Infernalqueen Archfiend would return to the graveyard and, as a result, Falling Down would vanish, returning control of the XY-Dragon Cannon to Mark and putting him in control once again. When he voiced this notion, however, Jonathan merely laughed.
“It appears you are the one who cannot read ahead, my silly opponent. Watch as I sacrifice your pitiful XY-Dragon Cannon for an even more powerful beast, the Skull Archfiend of Lightning!” The XY-Dragon Cannon’s form became nothing but a ball of darkness that was sucked into the chaotic heavens of the dueling arena. As if satisfied by the meal, the skies let forth a bolt of pure, black lightning that seared the ground right beside the Infernalqueen Archfiend. The blinding light faded to reveal a hideous beast that Mark realized was akin to Summoned Skull. This opinion he also voiced. “Summoned Skull? Ha! My Skull Archfiend of Lightning is an improvement on that pitiful card. Now, watch as I take a hefty chunk of your Life Points away from you! First, Infernalqueen, power up your faithful servant!” The Skull Archfiend’s attack points instantly jumped to 3500. It let forth a torrent of lightning bolts with increasing intensity as if graciously receiving the power. “And now, my Skull Archfiend of Lightning, attack his Life Points directly!”
There was nothing Mark could do. With no monsters or trap cards to protect him, 3500 Life Points were immediately taken away by his opponent’s storm of furious dark lightning. Only 4475 Life Points were left after the devastating attack, and Mark was shaking as a result of the powerful energy that ripped through his form.
“Face it, you fool: you should never have entered this tournament. With no cards in your hand and nothing on the field to protect you, you’re at the mercy of my Skull Archfiend! And let me assure you, my Archfiends know no mercy!”
Mark knew that he was very probably going to lose this duel. He had used up his entire hand in the last turn to summon his XY-Dragon Cannon, but it hadn’t been worth the use he got out of the monster. Now he had nothing. Only his next draw could save him…
“Yes!” The enthusiastic young duelist played a card on the field and shouted: “I play Pot of Greed!” A gigantic green, vein-covered pot appeared on the field and spewed out two duel monsters cards which found their way into Mark’s hand. He now had two cards where before he had none. Maybe he had a fighting chance. “First I’ll play Fissure! This Magic Card automatically destroys the monster on your side of the field with the lowest attack points. I believe that means your Skull Archfiend is about to eat dirt!”
As the crack opened beneath Jonathan’s monster, he simply laughed. “Have you forgotten the special ability of my Archfiends? Activate your Magic Resistance, Skull Archfiend!” The same die reappeared in the air above the two duelists and fell to the ground, rolling steadily along the playing field. Its result this time was neither 3 nor 4, but a 1.
“Sorry,” taunted Mark, “but you didn’t get a 3. I guess that means your Skull Archfiend is gone.”
But his prediction fell through. The Skull Archfiend remained on the field, and the crack in the earth had closed as quickly as it had appeared.
“You can guess again. My Skull Archfiend can roll a 1, 3, or 6 in order to negate effects where my Shadowknight needed a 3. He’s safe from your pitiful fissure.”
Mark looked flustered. He only had one card left in his hand, and it wasn’t anything that could save him from his opponent’s powerful monster. “I’ll play this monster in defense mode,” he said, “and end my turn.”
Jonathan didn’t even look at the card he drew. It appeared as though he already had everything he needed to win… or as if he knew he was about to have everything he needed. “I’m afraid this ends now, my dear opponent. First: remember the card you just played? I think I will, too: Pot of Greed, give me two cards!” The pot was working for Jonathan this time, and he too drew his two cards. “Next comes my Monster Reborn! I’ll revive my Infernalqueen Archfiend yet again – but permanently, this time.” Sure enough, the purple-robed demon appeared beside the Skull Archfiend and hissed at Mark ferociously. “I’m not quite finished yet. Now it’s time to summon my Darkbishop Archfiend to the field!” A weaker monster appeared beside the queen, dressed in much the same garb as her but looking supremely less regal. A smirk came to Jonathan’s face next, and he began to cackle maliciously.
“Does your head hurt yet? If not, it will in a moment. Watch as I combine the power of this Magic Card with my Deck Master’s special ability!”
Suddenly, the three Archfiends on the field leaped into the air and clawed at Mark’s Life Points, completely ignoring his defensive monster. “What? How did you do that?” The bewildered duelist cried between attacks.
“It’s Checkmate, my Magic Card. When combined with my Terrorking Archfiend’s Deck Master ability, all my Archfiends can attack your Life Points directly regardless of what you have protecting you – but I have to sacrifice an Archfiend first, and I choose my Darkbishop.” Mark quickly lost 3700 Life Points and there was nothing he could do about it. He still had a choice few left, but that was about to change. “And now as an added bonus, the king himself gets to join in the fun. Terrorking Archfiend, I call you to the field now! Attack his Life Points directly and win this duel!”
The gigantic beast brandished its great sword and swung terribly at Mark, hacking his Life Points right down to 0. The dueling holograms vanished from the field and Jonathan was left standing victorious over his fallen opponent.
“Checkmate.”
Possum_the_Furry_Monarch
05-10-2004, 07:41 PM
Wow,this chapters are getting better.I think I'm your biggest fan on the board. :D
Firestorm27
05-12-2004, 08:27 PM
keep 'em coming. This is long, but good.
EDIT: hope I didn't scare u off :D
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