Fighters

Mephistopheles Alba Meira Chapter Having lost their parents at the age of three, Alba and Soiree were placed in a German orphanage. Alba escaped on his 14th birthday and came to settle finally in Southtown where he met "King" Fate and made a name for himself under his tutelage. After Fate died in a turf war with Mephistopheles, Alba avenged his death, defeated Mephistopheles, and subsequently became Southtown's new leader. He now spends his days restoring order to Southtown with Soiree and their friends.

Mephistopheles Athena Asamiya Chapter -Japan- During an afternoon lull, Athena enjoys tea time with her favorite peter rabbit tea set. As she pours her tea, it infuses the room with the tangy aroma of raspberry. She brings the cup to her charming mouth, and the pink tea gives a redder tinge to he lips. "Aaah...this is heaven. There's nothing like a cup of tea with Peter. With master, it always ends up being Chinese tea at tea time. Glancing at the picture that adorns her desk, she winks humbly. "Well, then, time to check my fan letters." Her letters of admiration that arrive daily form an impressive pile on her desk. "Let's see, this one's from a twenty-eight-year-old freelancer. 'You drive me wild, jumping beautifully with your hair streaming in the breeze...Marry me!" "And the next one's from a 45-year-old businessman that says, 'Punish me with your Psycho Ball.' Hmm, that's creepy." "Ah! This one has a drawing. Hmm... 'I'm dying to see a collection of your swimsuit pictures, please!' From Dream Boy, 15 years old?" Athena sighs as she polishes off another four or five letters.... "Gosh, these peaceful days of relaxation really are tedious..." From outside the door she hears the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs. "Athena, you have another delivery." "Thanks, Mom." She gives her mother one of her best ingratiating grins while taking the letter. "Yes! It's an invitation! I better get ready right away!" As she pulls out her well-worn traveling shoes, Athena thinks: (Having time off once in awhile is nice, but I'm more suited to a life of excitement.) "There we are! I'm all set! I am so psyched for this!!!"

Mephistopheles Clark Steel Clark Still Chapter Clark has gone through his morning routine: his usual breakfast and a trip to the mail box to get the newspaper. Peering in to the mail box, he spies a regimen glitch - an envelope awaits him under the morning paper. Checking the contents, he discovers that it's an invitation to this year's KOF. (I'll be getting a call from Ralf in about five minutes...) he thinks as he heads back to his living room with the envelope and a pained grin. Precisely five minutes later, the phone rings. The familiar voice on the other side of the line is a shrill bark: "Hey, did you get it yet? Clark! Get out to your mail box. The invite's gotta be there!" "I just got back from it!" "Oh! You did? Was it there?" "Yup, I got it." "Well then, get crackin'. I'm off to the gym for training. See you in three days." -click- They each hang up and Clark mutters, "Yes, sir."

Mephistopheles Kyo Kusanagi Chapter A sunny afternoon. If it were a weekend or holiday, the energetic chatter of the youth baseball team would be enlivening the open lot of this riverbed. On weekday afternoons, on the other hand, people are few and time slows to a standstill. A man stands in the center of the field, grimacing up at the sunny, blue sky above.... Not a cloud can be seen in the sky, just an unending expanse of azure. "Wherever I go, they always track me down...." The words that dribble from this man's mouth are right on the money. And because he happens to be Kyo Kusanagi, the weight of his words are even greater. "Some new incident is afoot..." He grips his invitation to the tournament in his right hand. "The only product of this is being able to put my abilities to the test once more." It's another trial thrust before him. His closed eyes open slowly...transformed to the steely glare of a fighter. As he heads out, he assumes the gait of a child anticipating a pleasant surprise awaiting him at this destination.

Mephistopheles Mignon Beart Chapter This room, illuminated by the blow of candles, is the very picture of a fairy tale witch's chamber. Mountains of thick books are heaped all around. Bottles of creepily colored liquids are placed in no particular order... "Ah! Here it is!" The owner of this voice is none other than Mignon Beart. "This is the book. Where! I could have sworn mother tossed this out." Walking softly so as not to topple this tower of piled books, Mignon reaches the front of an antiquated desk. "With this spell, I should be able to use the 'writing' spell for sure." Mignon's hand stops at the desired page. "This, this is it. Well, let's give it a shot." Mignon takes a deep breath and shuts her eyes. She slowly clasps her hands before her breast and gathers her concentration with a serious expression on her face. "By the Salamander's strength, oh sacred light, lend me your power to fulfill my magical designs." As the spell from Mignon's lips ends, a brilliant light emits from her clasped hands. The light disappears in an instant... "Aaah, I failed... I can't see a thing. I guess I'm not ready for it, grandma." Mignon hugs herself, staring at the frame on the desk that contains an old picture. It seems as if tears are falling from her closed eyes.... "...Everyone knows failure. If you keep on trying, Mignon, you will become as fine a witch as your grandmother. As your grandmother said, a healthy body houses real strength, and while study is important, you cannot succeed with a frail physique. That's it. Mignon lacks a strong body, and that is why you fail. Come to think of it, father received an invitation to KOF in a recently delivered letter. I'll enter that competition and if I win,it will mean I have the strong body that's needed. I'll have to visit father right away." Mignon reaches the solution to her problem as she gazes back on the photo frame. (Grandmother, Mignon will prevail. Watch over me.) Mignon, now leaving this room, resolves not to return here until the competition is over.

Mephistopheles Soiree Meira Chapter Unlike his calculating older brother Alba, Soiree is cheerful and passionate, always with an affable smile on his face. Although somewhat short-tempered, he gains people's favor in spite of this shortcoming--especially the ladies. But contrary to his image, he still remains quite innocent. Soiree wishes to defeat Mephistopheles and make Alba King of Southtown, but one day a mysterious and beautiful woman appears. WIth this encounter, Soiree and Alba's destiny change significantly.

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