<![CDATA[CDBZ Archive - Dante’s Abyss 2009]]>

<![CDATA[CDBZ Archive - Dante’s Abyss 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/ Sat, 05 Sep 2026 18:47:49 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[[08] FINALE - Part 2]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15086 Sun, 13 Dec 2009 10:27:34 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15086 FINALE - PART 2

Alexander Trafford vs. Sage

It could have been minutes, and it could have been hours, but Alexander Trafford and Sage were eventually led to the coldest Sector of them all…the Arctic Sector.

“Zut, froidement!” Pierre exclaimed, shivering beneath his rattling armor.

Sage moved numbly, her mind processing the loss of two of her closest friends. Ashe had promised…she promised…

“Well, we’re here!” Hollywood announced grandly. As if speaking some secret cue, Caracol materialized within the group, massive arms folded over his massive chest. “Nice timing, Jolly Green Giant,” the stuntman joked. “She dead?”

Caracol nodded. Sage’s hand balled tightly into a fist, her lip trembling, but not from the cold. She convinced herself over and over again that it wasn’t real, singing the worlds loudly in her head on a loop like they would somehow absolve her of her conscience. Vale Dura dropped Alex unceremoniously in the snow, soaking his clothes as the flakes of ice came into contact with his warm body. The psychokinetic grabbed his pistol, raising it threateningly as he wildly alternated his line of sight between the four mercenaries.

“Calm down, Eastwood,” Hollywood chided.

“W-what exactly are we waiting for? Why don’t we just get it over with?” Sage asked through clenched teeth.

“We’re waiting for the main event,” Norris shrugged.

Again, right on cue, a cold snap blew in from the north, blasting them with flakes and icy bursts of wind. Alex had to shield himself against the cold, although Sage need not go to such trouble. Off into the distance, a figure emerged, slowly trekking towards them. The two squinted, trying to discern whom it could possibly be. Hoping against hope, they imagined the person they most desired to see. But no such luck existed, not in the Abyss.

Damon Dukes emerged from the flurries, wearing the same exquisite suit as they had observed on him from the very outset of the tournament.

“You,” Sage breathed venomously. A million things popped into her head at once, a myriad of hateful and spiteful things that she wished to say, things with which to verbally rip the tournament host to shreds for all of the atrocities committed for the sake of a mere game.

Alexander stood to his full height, training the pistol on the host instead. He said nothing, but carefully observed the situation.

“Welcome to the final showdown of Dante’s Abyss,” Damon greeted quietly. “You both have most certainly earned your place.”

“I-is th-this game real?” Sage stammered furiously. “The p-people who…who died…they…they didn’t die for real, did they? I-it’s all fake!”

“My dear, this is not a game. This is a tournament, a tournament of conquest, battle, survival,” Damon corrected calmly. “Everything that happens here occurs exactly like it would anywhere else.”

Sage fell silent for a moment, and then she slowly walked over to the host. With her good hand, she punched him, hard across the jaw, with as much strength as she could muster. Damon took the hit square on the chin, and his body lurched violently to the side from the force. He could feel as the jawbone popped from its sockets.

“D-does that feel real to you?” she asked, her eyes welling up with tears. “You killed everbody I cared about!”

Damon choked on a ball of blood that gurgled at the back of his throat and dribbled between his broken teeth. Alex stood to the side, his eyes widening with surprise. He was completely unsure as how to react.

“You executed my best friend,” Sage accused, “and you let the other one die.”

Trafford kept his gun level, but reconsidered the ramifications of his actions. That meant everyone he killed, he’d killed for real. This unsettling bit of news brought new light to his personal torment.

Damon uttered what sounded like a strangled cough, but eventually, they realized he was laughing. He brought a hand firmly to his mangled mandible, pushing it back into place. The sound of popping flesh and grinding bone jarred audibly over the sound of the winds, and before long, his face was pristinely perfect once again. Sage’s eyes narrowed furiously.

“I can understand if you are upset,” Dukes consoled.

‘Upset’ didn’t even begin to cover it.

Damon looked to the skies. “Four years ago, a great clash of titans occurred on a battlefield of snow. Two saiyans, fighting for dominancy, two saiyans who entered this tournament as it was meant to be. One was overcome by a demonic entity, a black virus, which transformed him into a monstrous shell of his former self. Four fighters watched on as the battle raged, until the viral saiyan was overcome. That was the last time this tournament was held in its purest form, a form that I sought to revive. The tournament that your mother fought in, dear Sage, was not that tournament. The previous format was brutal, but never quite the same.”

The two remaining competitors looked into the sky, unable to see the vision of Goku and Broli tearing each other to pieces. They also looked to the snowbanks beyond, unable to see the past image of Raditzu, Reijin, Bardock, and Android 18 as they waited for their own fates to come.

“This is the last battle you’ll fight here,” Damon concluded. “Fight as they did, or you have no hope of achieving your desires. One seeks absolution for a death that was not his fault, and the other seeks a man whose transgressions were beyond reprehensible. Only one can win, and only one can get what they want.”

One word sprang to Alex’s mind: Alice.

One word sprang to Sage’s mind: Sol.

Damon gestured grandly. “I have one last gift for you both within this tournament. Your desire to fight has been proven, and now I will give you the means to do so.”

He signaled towards the four Eliminators. Hollywood and Pierre sidled up next to Sage, whilst Caracol and Vale Dura went to Trafford.

“Farewell, my friends,” Damon smiled. He bowed, turned, and walked back into the storm.

“Time to do your thing, Mr. Wizard,” Hollywood smiled as he clapped a hand on Sage’s shoulder. She didn’t know whom he was addressing, although outside the game, Audric got the message.

Hollywood and Pierre took a firm hold of each of Sage’s arms, as did Caracol and Vale to Alexander. A flash of light ensued, and gradually, the forms of the four mercenaries integrated into the two competitors. Their wounds healed, their energy replenished, and they felt themselves brimming with the strength of the Eliminators. The six of them, in some odd way, had become fused beings.

Sage looked at Alexander, and Alexander looked at Sage.

It was everything or nothing.]]> FINALE - PART 2

Alexander Trafford vs. Sage

It could have been minutes, and it could have been hours, but Alexander Trafford and Sage were eventually led to the coldest Sector of them all…the Arctic Sector.

“Zut, froidement!” Pierre exclaimed, shivering beneath his rattling armor.

Sage moved numbly, her mind processing the loss of two of her closest friends. Ashe had promised…she promised…

“Well, we’re here!” Hollywood announced grandly. As if speaking some secret cue, Caracol materialized within the group, massive arms folded over his massive chest. “Nice timing, Jolly Green Giant,” the stuntman joked. “She dead?”

Caracol nodded. Sage’s hand balled tightly into a fist, her lip trembling, but not from the cold. She convinced herself over and over again that it wasn’t real, singing the worlds loudly in her head on a loop like they would somehow absolve her of her conscience. Vale Dura dropped Alex unceremoniously in the snow, soaking his clothes as the flakes of ice came into contact with his warm body. The psychokinetic grabbed his pistol, raising it threateningly as he wildly alternated his line of sight between the four mercenaries.

“Calm down, Eastwood,” Hollywood chided.

“W-what exactly are we waiting for? Why don’t we just get it over with?” Sage asked through clenched teeth.

“We’re waiting for the main event,” Norris shrugged.

Again, right on cue, a cold snap blew in from the north, blasting them with flakes and icy bursts of wind. Alex had to shield himself against the cold, although Sage need not go to such trouble. Off into the distance, a figure emerged, slowly trekking towards them. The two squinted, trying to discern whom it could possibly be. Hoping against hope, they imagined the person they most desired to see. But no such luck existed, not in the Abyss.

Damon Dukes emerged from the flurries, wearing the same exquisite suit as they had observed on him from the very outset of the tournament.

“You,” Sage breathed venomously. A million things popped into her head at once, a myriad of hateful and spiteful things that she wished to say, things with which to verbally rip the tournament host to shreds for all of the atrocities committed for the sake of a mere game.

Alexander stood to his full height, training the pistol on the host instead. He said nothing, but carefully observed the situation.

“Welcome to the final showdown of Dante’s Abyss,” Damon greeted quietly. “You both have most certainly earned your place.”

“I-is th-this game real?” Sage stammered furiously. “The p-people who…who died…they…they didn’t die for real, did they? I-it’s all fake!”

“My dear, this is not a game. This is a tournament, a tournament of conquest, battle, survival,” Damon corrected calmly. “Everything that happens here occurs exactly like it would anywhere else.”

Sage fell silent for a moment, and then she slowly walked over to the host. With her good hand, she punched him, hard across the jaw, with as much strength as she could muster. Damon took the hit square on the chin, and his body lurched violently to the side from the force. He could feel as the jawbone popped from its sockets.

“D-does that feel real to you?” she asked, her eyes welling up with tears. “You killed everbody I cared about!”

Damon choked on a ball of blood that gurgled at the back of his throat and dribbled between his broken teeth. Alex stood to the side, his eyes widening with surprise. He was completely unsure as how to react.

“You executed my best friend,” Sage accused, “and you let the other one die.”

Trafford kept his gun level, but reconsidered the ramifications of his actions. That meant everyone he killed, he’d killed for real. This unsettling bit of news brought new light to his personal torment.

Damon uttered what sounded like a strangled cough, but eventually, they realized he was laughing. He brought a hand firmly to his mangled mandible, pushing it back into place. The sound of popping flesh and grinding bone jarred audibly over the sound of the winds, and before long, his face was pristinely perfect once again. Sage’s eyes narrowed furiously.

“I can understand if you are upset,” Dukes consoled.

‘Upset’ didn’t even begin to cover it.

Damon looked to the skies. “Four years ago, a great clash of titans occurred on a battlefield of snow. Two saiyans, fighting for dominancy, two saiyans who entered this tournament as it was meant to be. One was overcome by a demonic entity, a black virus, which transformed him into a monstrous shell of his former self. Four fighters watched on as the battle raged, until the viral saiyan was overcome. That was the last time this tournament was held in its purest form, a form that I sought to revive. The tournament that your mother fought in, dear Sage, was not that tournament. The previous format was brutal, but never quite the same.”

The two remaining competitors looked into the sky, unable to see the vision of Goku and Broli tearing each other to pieces. They also looked to the snowbanks beyond, unable to see the past image of Raditzu, Reijin, Bardock, and Android 18 as they waited for their own fates to come.

“This is the last battle you’ll fight here,” Damon concluded. “Fight as they did, or you have no hope of achieving your desires. One seeks absolution for a death that was not his fault, and the other seeks a man whose transgressions were beyond reprehensible. Only one can win, and only one can get what they want.”

One word sprang to Alex’s mind: Alice.

One word sprang to Sage’s mind: Sol.

Damon gestured grandly. “I have one last gift for you both within this tournament. Your desire to fight has been proven, and now I will give you the means to do so.”

He signaled towards the four Eliminators. Hollywood and Pierre sidled up next to Sage, whilst Caracol and Vale Dura went to Trafford.

“Farewell, my friends,” Damon smiled. He bowed, turned, and walked back into the storm.

“Time to do your thing, Mr. Wizard,” Hollywood smiled as he clapped a hand on Sage’s shoulder. She didn’t know whom he was addressing, although outside the game, Audric got the message.

Hollywood and Pierre took a firm hold of each of Sage’s arms, as did Caracol and Vale to Alexander. A flash of light ensued, and gradually, the forms of the four mercenaries integrated into the two competitors. Their wounds healed, their energy replenished, and they felt themselves brimming with the strength of the Eliminators. The six of them, in some odd way, had become fused beings.

Sage looked at Alexander, and Alexander looked at Sage.

It was everything or nothing.]]> <![CDATA[[07] FINALE - Part 1]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15081 Thu, 10 Dec 2009 07:03:12 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15081 FINALE - PART 1

Alexander Trafford, Ashe, Sage, Sophia]]> FINALE - PART 1

Alexander Trafford, Ashe, Sage, Sophia]]> <![CDATA[[06] Pre-Finale - City Sector]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15073 Tue, 08 Dec 2009 15:08:06 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15073 CITY SECTOR

Time Of Day: Dawn

Starting Players: Alexander Trafford, Ashe, Sage, Sophia

Quote:All remaining players are teleported into the City Sector bunker, and detonation charges have been officially deactivated. You may role-play your post-fight reactions here until the finale begins, should you be so inclined. You may not leave the City Sector, as the barrier walls have solidified and will not allow you to enter any other Sector.

]]> CITY SECTOR

Time Of Day: Dawn

Starting Players: Alexander Trafford, Ashe, Sage, Sophia

Quote:All remaining players are teleported into the City Sector bunker, and detonation charges have been officially deactivated. You may role-play your post-fight reactions here until the finale begins, should you be so inclined. You may not leave the City Sector, as the barrier walls have solidified and will not allow you to enter any other Sector.

]]> <![CDATA[[05] Forest Sector FIGHT]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15059 Sun, 06 Dec 2009 08:23:21 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15059 FOREST SECTOR FIGHT

(1) Ashe vs. NPC Kristanna]]> FOREST SECTOR FIGHT

(1) Ashe vs. NPC Kristanna]]> <![CDATA[[05] Mountain Sector FIGHT]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15058 Sun, 06 Dec 2009 08:21:42 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15058 MOUNTAIN SECTOR FIGHT

(1) Sophia vs. Alexander Trafford

(2) Sage vs. Tamsin]]> MOUNTAIN SECTOR FIGHT

(1) Sophia vs. Alexander Trafford

(2) Sage vs. Tamsin]]> <![CDATA[[05] Mountain Sector]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15044 Wed, 02 Dec 2009 12:24:01 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15044 MOUNTAIN SECTOR

Time Of Day: Dawn

Bunker: Active

Starting Players: Sage]]> MOUNTAIN SECTOR

Time Of Day: Dawn

Bunker: Active

Starting Players: Sage]]> <![CDATA[[05] City Sector]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15043 Wed, 02 Dec 2009 12:23:12 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15043 CITY SECTOR

Time Of Day: Night

Bunker: Active

Starting Players: Sophia, Tamsin, Ashe]]> CITY SECTOR

Time Of Day: Night

Bunker: Active

Starting Players: Sophia, Tamsin, Ashe]]> <![CDATA[[05] Forest Sector]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15042 Wed, 02 Dec 2009 12:22:18 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15042 FOREST SECTOR

Time Of Day: Dusk

Bunker: Active

Starting Players: -none-]]> FOREST SECTOR

Time Of Day: Dusk

Bunker: Active

Starting Players: -none-]]> <![CDATA[[05] Arctic Sector]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15041 Wed, 02 Dec 2009 12:21:34 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15041 ARCTIC SECTOR

Time Of Day: Dawn

Bunker: Active

Starting Players: -none-]]> ARCTIC SECTOR

Time Of Day: Dawn

Bunker: Active

Starting Players: -none-]]> <![CDATA[[04] Arctic Sector FIGHT]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15032 Mon, 30 Nov 2009 08:47:15 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15032 ARCTIC SECTOR FIGHT

-Empty-]]> ARCTIC SECTOR FIGHT

-Empty-]]> <![CDATA[[04] Forest Sector FIGHT]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15031 Mon, 30 Nov 2009 08:46:36 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15031 FOREST SECTOR FIGHT

-Empty-]]> FOREST SECTOR FIGHT

-Empty-]]> <![CDATA[[04] Mountain Sector FIGHT]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15030 Mon, 30 Nov 2009 08:32:03 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15030 MOUNTAIN SECTOR FIGHT

(1) Sage vs. NPC Pierre]]> MOUNTAIN SECTOR FIGHT

(1) Sage vs. NPC Pierre]]> <![CDATA[[04] City Sector FIGHT]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15029 Mon, 30 Nov 2009 08:30:47 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15029 CITY SECTOR FIGHT

(1) Ashe vs. Sophia

(2) Tamsin vs. NPC Hollywood]]> CITY SECTOR FIGHT

(1) Ashe vs. Sophia

(2) Tamsin vs. NPC Hollywood]]> <![CDATA[[04] Coliseum Fight]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15028 Mon, 30 Nov 2009 08:29:30 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15028 COLISEUM FIGHT

Belle Hibiki vs. Alexander Trafford

]]> COLISEUM FIGHT

Belle Hibiki vs. Alexander Trafford

]]> <![CDATA[[04] Mountain Sector]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15009 Wed, 25 Nov 2009 12:28:16 +0000 DA 2009]]> http://alex.zulenka.com/showthread.php?tid=15009 MOUNTAIN SECTOR

Time Of Day: Night

Bunker: Inactive

Starting Players: Belle Hibiki]]> MOUNTAIN SECTOR

Time Of Day: Night

Bunker: Inactive

Starting Players: Belle Hibiki]]>