"Have a bone to pick with him, huh?" R.D. asked, looking down the street with Matt.

"Well, I guess I'll join you. Who knows? Maybe I'll find out what happened to me along the way."

"And once we beat Bison, I'll help you find out what happened to you," Matt promised.

"All right, ladies, enough talk," Hugo muttered. "Let's go."

"Hugo's right. Let's get this bitch!" With that, Matt dashed down the street, with Hugo in tow.

R.D. frowned as Hugo insulted him, then got a strange and sudden urge as they walked.

Sprinting forward, R.D. swung out with his foot, catching Hugo right in the back. The surprised and furious met went sailing through the air past Matt, screaming a mirad of curses at the amnesiac teenager.

"That'll teach you for being a colossal dick," he muttered as he trotted over to Matt. "Sorry, but he was starting to get on my nerves."

Edited by RisingDragon on September 27, 2006 at 22:08:51.

Matt's brow furrowed. "...to be fair, he called us both ladies..."

"OH, HELL NO!" Getting quickly back to his metal feet, Hugo's angry pickaxe waved at R.D. "THE NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT I'M GONNA BLOW A HOLE IN YOUR G**D**** HEAD!"

"All right, all right!" Matt shouted. "Calm down, Hugo!"

To R.D. he whispered: "He'll do it, too. I'll keep him at bay, but I really don't recommend pissing him off."

R.D. snickered. "You have to admit, that was funny."

As they walked down the street, R.D. pulled his sword out of his pocket and looked down at it, pondering it.

"So, this Psycho Power. What is it?" he asked his companion.

Since Hugo was too busy steaming to talk, Matt explained. "That's a good question. Bison just called it Psycho Power-I don't think he even knew where it came from. But he was, like, super-buff and crap, so maybe it's a super-buffer or something. Point is, it's really powerful."

"Sounds pretty nasty," R.D. replied, "What'd you two to piss this Bison guy off, anyways?"

Edited by RisingDragon on September 27, 2006 at 22:28:29.

*DragonFire conintues watching everyone from his ring of fire*

DragonFire: Hmmm....

*Dark Dragon walks up*

Dark Dragon: My lord, everything is almost ready...

DragonFire: Good, but even if we are ready, we will wait for the right moment to strike...

Dark Dragon: Yessir!

"We were trying to save the freakin' day." Matt laughed. "That'll get people pissed off at ya, that's for sure."

"Hmm. Sounds like it," R.D. replied, "Is he in league with those Heartless freaks? Or are those on their own?"

"He was on his own last time, but this time..."

"Look alive, people," Hugo suddenly intervened. "We're getting really close to the source."

R.D. nodded, and unconsciously his expression turned cold.

"Well, hopefully he won't kick our asses too badly."

=====

Back at the site of the rip, a demon fluttered down on black, raven-like wings atop the abandoned building, hunching over like a vulture. He watched as Matt, Hugo, and R.D. left, chuckling as his quarry punted the small met down the street.

"So, Dragon, let's see if you can remember enough to keep yourself alive," it sneered to itself, "I'd hate to have to intervene so soon. My master would be... most displeased."

It stood up and watched as the three disappeared down the road.

"I'll be watching you, Rising Dragon," it said softly before taking off into the sky, going completely unnoticed.

Orderly lines gave way to chaotic shambles. As the group was travelling toward the rip the first signs of destruction were quite apparent. Now, as they saw the rip in the distance, the city seemed to crumble about it, being pulled toward the rip in some ruined crater.

But the rip itself, rather than display the usual multi-colors, was a deep purple, shifting hues constantly but always remaining dark.

Matt stepped foward, staring at the rip. "I don't like this."

"Better get ready, then..." Hugo said, hefting his pickaxe.

R.D. pulled his sword out of his pocket again, running a thumb over it unconsciously. He leaned over to Matt and whispered, "Does different colors in a rip signify anything?"

"We'll find out."

From within the rip, two gloved hands reached out, and grabbed the sides of the rip, pushing them aside so hard that the world quaked.

"Crap!" Hugo snapped as he lost his balance and fell over.

R.D. stumbled, but remained on his feet somehow. He squeezed the hilt of his weapon once more, causing the blue crystalline blade to appear with a soft "shhnk" sound. He glowered as a massive man pulled himself from the dark portal. The quake caused even more damage, and one of the buildings behind the rip collapsed in on itself; the resulting dust blanketed the portal, obscuring it enough where they couldn't see the figure step out of the rip.

(Go ahead with the description, Helldragon)

(Well, he's not really massive...)

When the dust settled enough for them to see, a tall man stoof before the rip. Dust blew away bit by bit, revealing his white hair and moustache, his blood red jacket and pants, and, most importantly, the violent red glow of his eyes.

He saw the trio standing before him. "You there..." he said in a smooth voice. "What world is this?"

(looks massive to me in some of the pics I've seen him in)

R.D. leaned over again, a bit of hesitation in his voice, "Tell me again... why are we fighting this freak?"

"Because people'll love us and we'll get chicks?"

"I dunno what world this is," Hugo said, pointing his pickaxe at the other man, "but maybe you should tell us why you wanna know?"

"It is the first world I've decided to conquer," the man simply replied.

"Bulls***!" Matt swore. "We're not gonna let you take over this world, Crazy Random Mystery Man!"

The man smirked. "Humph. You won't have a choice in the matter."

(Is it okay if he tosses us both around like nothing?)

(It's not like we have any other choice in the matter.)

"Hmph. I'd rather have my memory back than girls," he said to Matt.

R.D. stepped forward, stopping next to Hugo, and held his blade out in a ready stance he was certain he shouldn't possibly know.

"First, why don't you introduce yourself, you sick freak?"

"So..." Morph scratched his chin in thought. "Well then, perhaps I should just walk through Mirror-Me here, then, eh?" He snickered.

(So you've already guessed who he is, I see.)

"Very well." He bowed formally, shortly, but allowed his eyes to go past his potential opponents. "My name is Rugal Bernstein. Future ruler of this world."

"Where'd you get the Psycho Power, Rugal?" Matt demanded.

Rugal chuckled. "So you've met Master Bison, have you?" His eyes narrowed. "I stole it from him after I tore him apart."

"But Bison got killed by Akuma!" Hugo exclaimed.

"True...however, Bison channeled his Psycho Power through a satellite above the earth. When he was killed it sought to regenerate him." A smirk. "Fortunately I was there to make sure it didn't succeed."

Matt's own eyes narrowed. "And now you're controlling it naturally."

Rugal arched an eyebrow. "How do you know these things, boy?"

"I ain't a boy," Matt replied. "I'm the dude that fought Bison before Akuma got in his sneak-attack."

"HA!" Rugal bent his neck back far with the single laugh. "You lie."

"You want PROOF?"

In a sonic burst, Matt leapt at Rugal, fist drawn back, aiming to launch a high-speed punch. "HERE IT IS!"

R.D. dodged Matt's sudden assault, nearly stepping on Hugo before he caught himself, and watched in apprehension as Matt attacked Rugal.

"Just who in the world is this guy?" he asked Hugo.

"That's Matt Willard," Hugo replied. "Crazy heroic asshole."

Rugal watched Matt approach at great speeds. "You certainly display potential...but potential is nothing compared to proven strength. I will demonstrate that for you now!"

Just before Matt could begin to throw his punch Rugal attacked with a rising kick, catching Matt by the chin and knocking him into the air. Rugal also leapt into the air with another dynamic flip kick, striking Matt again as he turned over in mid-air once more.

"Genocide Cutter!"

Down came Rugal's final kick, smashing Matt in the skull, sending him painfully into the dirt.

Edited by The Helldragon on September 28, 2006 at 2:48:51.

R.D. watched in horror as Bernstein massacred Matt into the dirt, then snarled and glared coldly as he rushed over to his companion, stepping between him and Bernstein, holding his sword out in front of him. The blade seemed vibrate slightly on its own.

"Bastard."

Distantly, R.D. wondered just what in the hell he was doing, but his body seemed to understand. He stepped forward once before leaping straight at Bernstein, closing the short distance, his blade flashing downward. The tip grazed the man's cheek, drawing a bit of blood, before the blade cut into the fabric of his jacket.

R.D. struck again, aiming for the man's chest, but he had already leapt out of the way of the attack.

Bernstein easily knocked away the second blow with a hand, but the first blow struck true. He put a finger to his cheek.

"Not many people have managed to injure me in a long while," he said.

Then he split a big, unpleasant grin. "I'll kill you first, then."

"The hell you will!" Hugo swung his pickaxe around once and fired a searing pulse from the end of it at Rugal. "Blazing Shotgun!"

A swing of Rugal's leg knocked the shot back at Hugo-only by ducking under his helmet could the shot harmlessly splash over Hugo.

"Begone," Rugal said to the Mettaur. "You're not worth my time."

While Bernstein was distracted by the angry Mettaur, R.D. had rolled past him, stood up, and turned so he faced the fighter's back.

"Begone. You're not worth my time," he heard him say.

R.D. took his chance and slashed Rugal in the back, cutting him deeply. He smiled at the man's pained bellow.

"Heh," R.D. chuckled, "But apparently I'm worth it, right?"

OOC: Son, you can't just choose how your actions are gonna resolve. When you RP like this, you say what you're doing but you never decide what happens, the other person does. If the other person's fair, he'll let you get in your hits and other stuff. You can't take charge in deciding if Rugal gets hit or not-he's supposed to be kicking our asses, remember?

OOC: I realize that. I figured that would be the last attack I land before I get put through a building or something. And, I am kinda new at this. So sorry about that.)

OOC: No problem. Just keep it in mind in the future.

Rugal just laughed as the cut regenerated quickly. Too quickly.

"So true..."

With that Rugal spun around, unleashing a fully-loaded roundhouse kick aimed at R.D.'s head.