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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' +                   Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6298 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| JDavis pulled his temporal phaser compression rifle out of his pocket, and began pressing buttons on it as he ran.
JDavis: As soon as we're in the cave, I'm opening the- However, JDavis was interrupted in mid-sentence as the phaser rifle was knocked out of his hands by some sort of staff weapon, and landed in the snow a short distance away. No longer focused on the phaser rifle, JDavis looked up and saw his attacker, a Zealian soldier. In fact, many of these soldiers were dropping down in front of our heroes from some sort of airplane-like airship... A precursor to the Blackbird, no doubt. JDavis quickly tried to kick the staff out of the soldier's hands, but the soldier was well trained and anticipated this attack, hitting the leg which JDavis left on the ground and causing the paranoid time traveler to lose his balance and fall down. Before JDavis could attempt to stand back up, the soldier stepped on his chest with one foot and positioned the end of the staff at JDavis's throat. Looking around as much as he could without moving his head too much, JDavis saw his friends and allies were similarly having difficulties fighting the Zealian soldiers. JDavis knew he could get up and defeat this opponent without much trouble, but he also knew the possible consequences of such actions. JDavis: Everyone! Stand down! We're.... surrendering. |
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Tripcode Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST)   Since: 11-18-05 From: さげMOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| JDavis issued this command just in time, halting Mel and Smithy right in their tracks. Smithy froze with his open right palm inches from the face of a Zealian soldier, his hand burning with an awesome power that tells him to defeat you. Mel, on the flip side, stood with both his Gauss Machine Guns pointed in opposite directions as a crowd of soldiers gathered around him.
MEL: What! Come on, JD, the past is fucked no matter WHAT route we take. We can totally take these guys! |
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C`aos Porcupo  Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| Troy laid face down in the snow, having taken a blow to the head from another soldier.
Troy : Y-you mean, stand down, surrender, and invite anyone nearby to bludgeon the life out of you... |
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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' + Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6298 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| JDavis: I said no, Melvin! We'll discuss it later!
While Melvin was distracted, two of the soldiers rushed up and knocked the Gauss Guns from his hands. ---------- Several minutes later... Our heroes had been handcuffed, searched, and shoved on the previously mentioned airship. They were seated in some sort of cargo hold, surrounded by most of the soldiers from before. Jack: ... Well- JDavis: Later. Jack: :/ ---------- Closer to an hour later... Our heroes now found themselves in a prison cell on the main island of Zeal. Two soldiers were standing outside the bars, and were discussing the prisoners. Soldier 1: I don't like it, bringing them here. Look at them, they have to be Earthbound ones! Soldier 2: They're too suspicious not to bring here. That area was impossible to get to for any Earthbound and is top secret even amongst us. Not to mention, their clothing and weaponry is like nothing we've ever seen, and one of them mentioned something about the past being "fucked." Soldier 1: I heard they were taking all of their stuff to Belthasar for study. Soldier 2: He'd certainly be the one most likely to figure them out. Dalton's supposed to be by here later to interrogate the prisoners. Soldier 1: Great... 
Soldier 2: Well, I'll see you later. Soldier 1: Wait, you're leaving? Soldier 2: Yes... I'm supposed to write up Dalton's report on all this. Soldier 1: Hahaha! With that, the second soldier left. The first soldier sat down and started reading a book. JDavis turned to the others, and began speaking in a hushed voice. JDavis: Okay, now we'll discuss it. Melvin, first rule of time travel: you do not talk about time travel while you're doing it, especially in the past. Second rule of time travel: keep changes to an absolute minimum. Right now, the Earth's population is somewhere in the thousands. The death of a single person who may yet pass on his seed would forever change the course of human genetics and history… Potentially even causing yourself to never be born. The Star Door is top secret amongst the Zealians, and thus so are we. Very few people are going to know we exist, and most knowledge of us is going to go down with the rest of Zeal, and stay there for the next fourteen or so millennia. |
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Tripcode Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Since: 11-18-05 From: さげMOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| Mel just kind of sat all pouty-like in the corner. Smithy was pacing around -- although he was now missing his arms.
SMITHY: My stomach hurts.. <_> |
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C`aos Porcupo Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| Keele stood immediately next to the bars, pacing fervently.
Troy : Ugh. Settle the hell DOWN. You've been like this since we wound up in here, what happened, did you get some dark revelation in that building or something? Keele : I'm just thinking about what those researchers said before we were caught... Troy, the Star Door was already 'connected' to multiple worlds... do you possibly... think they've already been through the Door? And if they did, do you think... they could have brought something back? Troy : How should I know... man, I can't rephase the Keyblade back into my hands if I don't know where it is... they might as well have taken my arms too... Keele : I have a bad feeling about all of this... Troy : YES, WE ARE IN FREAKING PRISON, I HAVE A BAD FEELING ABOUT THIS TOO |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan  I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!!  Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6299 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| A hand fell on Troy's shoulder.
Kirby: Hey, calm down. All of you. Troy, don't worry too much. I'm sure it's just a mental block that's preventing you. Just.. wait until we're ready. I'm sure JD has a plan. 
Kirby looks around the cell, and noticed Rushuna in the corner looking rather upset. Kirby: You're upset too, hun? Rushuna:
Kirby: Like I said, I'm sure JD has a plan.
Kirby sighed and looked at Keele. Kirby: I wouldn't doubt that they already have done so. Infact, they might already be living on another world now. I guess this is how there are Dreamlander Humans on my home planet. |
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Tripcode Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Since: 11-18-05 From: さげMOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| Mel has laid out what was left in his posession on a small, rickety wooden table in the middle of the cell.
MEL: Let's see what we've got to work with. So I have.. my glasses, my shoes, and my watch. Meaning I have limited high-jump capability, a grappling hook, my watch laser, and decent thermal and night optics. All the ingredients to a daring escape, but this place is too locked down for us to get out without anyone noticing. Smithy was randomly pacing around. MEL: Smithy. What leg module do you have? SMITHY: Vernier Walkers. MEL: Fuck! We could use the Inazuma Kick if you had the F-Types.. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain  Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6284 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| Grey: "I've got this..."
He pulled from a piece of nothing his baseball bat, which flickered firmly into his hand as he clenched it. "No good for opening doors, but it's a trusty sidearm in case we ever actually get in trouble. They've got all of my other stuff..." He checked his pockets. Yep, all gone. His marble pouch, iPod, spare pouch, yoyo, wallet, and... "....HEY! Those bastards took my DS!" He stomped his foot on the ground, and the baseball bat disappeared as he pounded the closest wall with his fist. "I had Phoenix Wright in there! I JUST got it, too! What the hell!" |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6299 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| Kirby let out a slight groan.
Kirby: Just a few more things we have to recover. Oooh... I seriously hope Belthasar hasn't already started taking the things apart.. |
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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' + Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6298 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| JDavis: Relax, guys, it won't be too hard to escape. We've got a secret weapon.
Guts: What's that? JDavis: You. Guts: Me? JDavis: Your robot form, that is. Guts: Oh! JDavis: The plan is simple. Shoot the guard with a stun setting, break out, find our stuff, return to the surface, and go home. Jack: ... What part of those last three steps is supposed to be simple? Guts: The layout of this place is stored in my memory, along with most of the rest of the Acmlm Building Database and Underground FanZipedia. I don't know where specifically Belthasar's lab is, but once in my robot form, my sensors should be able to pinpoint the location of JD's temporal phaser rifle, as well as some of the rest of our equipment. Also, Kirb probably knows his way around. Jack: Okay... And what about your temporal phaser buster? Why can't you just zap us out of here? JDavis: There are two reasons for that. One, we can't just leave our stuff, it's too dangerous. Two, the parts related to the "temporal" functions of his buster are currently lying on a table in my lab, in the process of being upgraded
Jack: Well, I guess there's no getting around it, then. Are we ready? JDavis: Not just yet. Kunio-sensei once told me "If you don't have a back up, you don't have a plan." Jack: Yeah, because Kunio's ALWAYS been a master of forethought 
JDavis: ... Guts, did you get a decent look at the papers and that stone slab before I put you on guard duty? Guts: Yeah. JDavis: Alright. Once you're a robot, I want you to save still images of them onto your emergency memory in formats that can be read by all the typical operating systems: ALTIMIT OS, AIC OS, Mach OS 10, Pineapple... Guts: What about SynchroniCity? JDavis: Pfft, nobody uses that outdated crudware. Guts: Alright. JDavis: Once you transform, we need to make a recording explaining our predicament... As well as giving various details about our history. Jack: To what end? JDavis: So that if we fail, there will be a record which might be found at some point in the future. If we screw up time, they may make an attempt to fix history... But if we don't screw up time, we can at least save ourselves this trip. Gutsman's emergency memory is encased in some of the most indestructible materials known on and off of this planet. It will take a lot more than fourteen millennia to destroy it. It can't hold a lot, but it's meant for emergencies. As long as they still have computers in the future, they should have no trouble accessing the information. Jack: Sounds reasonable. JDavis: Okay, is everybody ready? ---------- Approximately fourteen thousand years later... Chapter 2: The Present? ---------- Somewhere in Japan... Two men in suits approached the door of a reasonably sized house, and knock on it. Moments later, a woman answered. Her age indefinable... Her beauty ageless... Her long, blonde hair swaying gently in the wind. She recognized that these men were not Japanese, and so she addressed them in English. Minako: Can I help you? Man 1: Yes, Ma'am. We're looking for a Mr. Josh Davis. Minako: Yes, that's my husband. He's in the back, with his students. May I ask what this is about? Man 2: If you do, we cannot tell you the answer. We must speak with Mr. Davis directly. Minako: *sigh* Well, come on in, then. The two men entered the house and, as is customary, removed their shoes. As they walked toward the back, they could hear someone shouting in rhythm... ???: Ichi! Ni! San! Shi! Ichi! Ni! San! Shi! Entering the room, which was in effect a dojo, they saw the man doing the shouting. He was very muscular, with brownish blonde hair that would almost be dome-shaped if it didn't flatten out on the top. He was wearing a slightly dark blue kimono, and in front of him were a room full of children, mostly high school aged, who were performing their martial arts routine in time to his shouts. Josh Davis: Ichi! Ni! San! Shi! Ichi! Ni! San! Shi! Noticing the men and his wife approaching from behind, he stopped his shouting, and the students immediately stood to attention. He then dismissed them with a wave of the hand and a single word. Josh Davis: Go. Man 1: Mr. Davis... Josh Davis: *turns to the men* Yes? Man 1: We've been asked on the behalf of the American Government to ask you to come with us. Josh Davis: And what does the American Government want with me? I've been living here in Japan for years. Man 2: You never actually submitted the forms to revoke your US citizenship... Which, I'm sure you're aware, can be cause for your Japanese citizenship to be revoked. Josh Davis: Me and my habit of keeping my options open More to the point, if you don't mind, what is this visit about?
Man 1: I'm afraid we're not authorized to tell you that here, sir. You'll have to come with us. Josh Davis: ... And my wife? Man 2: This doesn't concern her. Josh Davis: I take it you're not married. Minako: What concerns him, concerns me. The two men looked at each other for a moment, then looked back at the couple. Man 1: You can come with us as well, if you want, Ma'am, but I cannot guarantee that you'll be allowed to stay with your husband for the whole time. ---------- Elsewhere in the world, similar men, in identical suits, were on their way to pay other people such visits... (edited by JDavis on 09-28-06 12:46 AM) |
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Tripcode Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Since: 11-18-05 From: さげMOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| Elsewhere.
On a barren field seemingly devoid of life, two humanoid robots, one blue and black, one black and red, hover in midair over a field. Twin blue plumes of flame shoot out of the blue-and-black robot's back as it floats idly, grapping the red robot by the face and allowing it to dangle in midair for a few moments before releasing it -- then flying into the air a bit higher, and planting a double kick in it's face that sends it into the ground, creating yet another crater in the cracked landscape around it. The blue robot lands on the ground as the red robot impacts front side-first, then plants a large foot directly on the red robot's head, and pushes it down into the ground. Inside, a rather androgynous bishonen with blue hair and a Mobile Trace bodysuit smirks gleefully, and speaks softly in perfect Japanese. KOU: < Floating high into the air, Kou's mecha claps it's hands together, and as they spread apart, a ball of blue flame begins to swell in his hands, inflating to a diameter even larger than he is. He holds the gigantic energy sphere over his head, ready to drop it on the crippled red and black robot at any time. Not too far away is what at first seems like a towering blue metal building, but is in fact a giant, tank-treaded carrier. Near the top, large blue windows wrap around the rounded sides of the carrier, protecting a large command deck. And just inside, a young girl with short purple hair, most likely not even twenty yet, presses her face to the window, pounding on it as tears stream down her face. KEI: < SANSHIRO: < KEI: < The scene zoomed into the cockpit of the battered red and black robot, as it staggered to it's feet. Sitting in a control chair, with an almost confusing array of levers at his fingertips, sat a teenager with spiked black hair and blue eyes with a particular determination to them. SANSHIRO: < KOU: Bakamono! < The blue and black robot arched it's back -- and with a mighty throw, hurled the giant blue ball of flame towards Sanshiro's mecha. In return, the black and red robot had clapped it's hands together. Electric sparks rolled across the robot's metal skin.. as a flaming red ball began to inflate between it's parting hands. SANSHRO: Shinryu! (True Dragon) The ball of flame glowed with a powerful red aura, as it grew to the size of the blue Noise Sphere -- and then the robot pressed it's hands back together, packing it into a yellow ball only a quarter of it's original size that glowed like the sun. SANSHIRO: Stoner! Sanshiro made a motion with a lever, and his mecha reacted, tossing the glowing ball of energy effortlessly into the air with one hand. The other reached to it's side as a section of the robot's leg extended out, and out of the square parition came a black cylinder. He gripped it with one of the robot's hands and gave it a sharp snap -- and it expanded to over four times it's length, into a mecha-sized version of a baseball bat. SANSHIRO: Sun.. And with a mighty crack, the baseball bat met the glowing ball of energy, sending it careening directly at the Noise Sphere, it's surface curving and distorting with the insane speed and force applied to it. SANSHIRO: SHIIIIIIIIIINE! Like a bullet through a gallon jug of water, the Stoner Sunshine penetrated through the Noise Sphere -- which seemed to collapse in on itself and explode as the Stoner Sunshine burst from it's backside. The blue and black mecha vainly put it's arms out in defense -- as the glowing orb tore through both extremities, plowing into the cockpit. KOU: Uwaaaaah! N... Nee-saaaan...! Those were the blue-haired man's final words, as his mecha was wiped from existence, as the Stoner Sunshine exploded into a dome of light, the robot becoming several black streaks, and then nothing. The scene pans out back to the giant carrier -- Kei sits on her knees, her face pressed against the window. In the distance stands the red and black mecha, it's bat over it's shoulder against the backdrop of the explosion. The scene turns monochrome -- and "fin" appears in the lower right corner. --- ?: < A balding Japanese man wearing circular, wire-rimmed coke-bottle glasses looked up from the folder of drawings in his hands to the man in front of him. A lanky man in his early twenties, wearing thin rectangular glasses with sharp corners over navy blue eyes. His frizzy hair shot into the air in sharp spikes, and he wore simply blue jeans, sneakers, and an open silk shirt with a green and tan crosshatch pattern over a white shirt. EDITOR: < Mel offered a bow to the man, who stood and bowed in return. MEL: Arigatou, gozaimasu. < Offering a friendly wave, Mel exited, but not before stopping by the cute secretary's desk to recieve a modestly-sized check for a month's work. --- Over the passage of time, fourteen thousand years in the making, Melvin Umino has been turned from a man who did great things into a man who dreams of doing great things. A prominent mangaka living in Shinjuku, Tokyo, he now makes a relatively above-average living drawing the popular "super robot" manga Ikuze! Buster Robo. A sharp beam of light pierces the darkness of a small room, as Mel returns to his small apartment in Shinjuku. It is nothing more than a bed, a computer, the door to the adjoining bathroom, an artist's desk, and a shelf of collectibles -- some characters and robots from his own creations, most of them not. He is a utilitarian man who prefers confined, cozy spaces, and spending time alone with himself. Seating himself on the bed, he leans over and flops onto his side, tossing his boxy black hat, reminiscent of Johnny Reb military hats or Luftwaffe officer caps, onto the top of the computer monitor. MEL: < He isn't mistaken. In a few minutes, he dims the lights, and offers a goodnight to several of the figurines on his shelf before falling asleep. MEL: < |
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C`aos Porcupo Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| Troy : ...is this it?
Troy stared sadly at the countertop, letting the cheque in his hands flap lifelessly in the desert breeze. The massive turtle sitting opposite him at the table continued drumming his fingers. Officer : Well that's what ya get... don't bellyache t' me now, you know full well the pay in this biz is NOT working in the reserves. Now get yer butt out of that chair, we've got people waiting here. It was another dry day at Last Chance Ramparts, and its armored guard had only just now received pay for its last 3 months of service - though as Troy found out, going out on leave would have to wait. Again. Troy shoved himself up from the chair, looking behind him. Dozens upon dozens of Troopas stood in the open courtyard of the desert fortress, all looking either annoyed at him or equally hopeless about their own payments. Troy shoved his way out of the line, folding up the paper in his hands. ******** Eventually he'd find himself back in his chamber, with nothing but a cot, a cupboard with some aging bread in it, and a dull sword that leant against the fare wall. Troy was seated on his bed, his head resting in his hands. Troy : If I'dve gotten promoted, I wouldn't be this bad off. I don't even have enough money to repair my weapons, let alone feed myself... Troy slumped over, lying on his side. The thin fabric underneath him buckled under the strain. Troy : Why have I spent so many years here?... I should have known that 'new unified nation' crap was just to sucker people under his control... this kingdom is going nowhere and the red tape is strangling all of us... Again Troy tossed a glance at the rusting blade. Troy : ...I wish I could pick that weapon up and be a guiding light, but I just don't have the guts... just don't have the guts... no hope... Troy continued mumbling to himself, slowly drifting off to uncomfortable sleep. |
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Kirbynite Phan Phan I'm sick of being bogged down by homework!! Since: 11-17-05 Last post: 6299 days Last view: 6285 days |
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| While it was bright and sunny on the other side of the world, the sun had already set on yet another altered soul in Japan. Much like the rest of the country, another part of life had just woken up in Roppongi. Neon lights, hanging lanterns, and more had provided enough light to show that the day was not over with. Not even the rain could keep this city still.
If you were an overworked businessman, this was the place to relax. If you were the older employer that was overworking that other businessman, this was the place to relax. If you were an off-duty military person, this was the place to relax. If you were a young, homeless girl, Roppongi was probably not an ideal place to be. Oshi: < Good business today. This rain means nothing to me. > Oshi was the owner of store that could be considered as a watered down source of entertainment, if you were to compare it to the rest of the city. Movies, video games, graphic novels, and the occasional sweet treat was all that was provided by this store, give or take a few toys and dolls. It was definitely a place to check out if you were a young person from outside of the country, which is why it’s often looked down upon by patrons of the nearby bars and clubs. But Oshi didn’t care. He owned his own business, and had a nice, calm life. Well, it was not always calm. Oshi: < Did something fall? Damn. I thought I had fixed up the displays.. > Oshi pulled out the keys to the store, basically right after he had locked the place up. He let out a sigh as he opened the door, thinking he should probably fix whatever fell the next day. All of a sudden, a short figure ran out from the shadows and pushed the shop owner aside. The figure, garbed in a tattered hoody-sweater and tattered pants, was carrying several books and a movie between her arms, and a box of pocky hanging out her mouth. Oshi: < Gah! It’s you again! > The figure whipped around the front of the store, making it out of Oshi’s reach. Foreign Man: OH SHhhiii… Oshi: Nani? A random passerby, a man from outside the country, almost collided with the little thief, and mistakenly caught Oshi’s attention with his near usage of foul language. It was then Oshi realized he lost track of the thief. Oshi: < Damn! I already lost her! Grr.. I can’t wait until one of those men from the pubs find her and make her pay for all that she’s stolen from me! > Oshi let out a sigh while the foreign man shook his head and continued walking. Oshi: < No.. I don’t really mean that.. But I would just wish she’d stop this.. Ah.. It seems you win, rain. > ------------------------- A lone figure ran across a lonely street, and approached a rundown building with a flickering light post in front of it. The shadow made sure no one was watching and crawled in through an opening around the back of the building. After a few minutes of wandering through darkness, the figure leaned on a wall, and slid all the way down to the slightly grimy floor. There was a click, causing a small television to turn on and shine some light into the room, which revealed the thief’s face. It was a young girl with long, red hair, wearing a pair of broken glasses. Most people in the city think she dyed her hair, or extremely dirty skin, but she actually had unusually shiny hair and her skin was actually rather dark with a slight blue-violet tint. A traveling nun had once caught the girl, and attempted to wash away the child’s body. However, the nun was pretty much shocked to find out that the little girl’s skin was actually becoming darker and shiner, as the dirt was making her skin lighter than it was. While it was nice to have a free bath, the girl finally resisted being bathed as the nun was so determined that skin was being scratched off. The girl opened up her freshly stolen package of pocky, and began munching away on its artificially sweetened goodness. The light from the television revealed a bit of the room. Aside from some candy wrappers, clipped wires, and scattered electronic devices, the room was actually quite clean, considering a homeless girl was living inside a vacant building. The girl would often gather all of the trash she accumulated and snuck it into someone else’s. A building with a stench would most likely attract unwanted attention, right? This was how life was for Rushuna. She has no dreams, no aspirations for life. All she wanted to be was left alone. (edited by Kirbynite on 09-30-06 02:24 AM) |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6284 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| Fourteen thousand years? Some things had changed...
A mountain lay out in the mists of the far east, where our story takes place. There were but two shacks adorning it. One at the bottom, one at the top. Winds and blizzards raged around it, and a single man stalked heavily to the foot of the cliffs. His brown cloak was getting soaked in snow and haze, agents that served to make the wind sting all that much more. The shack that lay at the bottom of the hill was a small wooden hovel, as cold and uninviting as both the storms outside and the man who resided within. Upon knocking the door, the traveler instantly regretted his choice; enlightenment had a high price. The storm redoubled its efforts to push him back, and yet still he persisted, knocking more and more upon the oaken portal. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the door opened to reveal a single gentleman, his eyes a steel blue with a gaze even harder. He wore a brimless hat, and a long brown coat lined with the furs of many an animal. His hair grew in long, straight locks that drifted behind him. In spite of his obvious hermitage, it seemed as though he kept his hair and other parts of his appearance immaculate. Living in the mountains gave a man a lot of free time, the traveler guessed. Traveler: "Good... Good evening..." The man grimaced and dragged the traveler into his cabin. It was warm inside, as though the entire shack was immune to the effects of the weather outside. No matter how frightful, anything else was far more inviting. He gestured to the traveler to sit in a chair by what was revealed to be a roaring fireplace. The colder of the two men sat. The traveler sat, as well. ???: "Yes, yes, I suppose you are here to see The Enlightened One?" Traveler: "Indeed I am, I've spent years of mental preparation and ---" ???: "Right, right, that is all well and good, but you will not gain anything from going up there. I can tell you that right as I stare you in the face. You are not that man." The traveler was aghast: How could this person guess his motives so easily and quickly? Perhaps the rumors were true: Perhaps he was not the first to fail. He was discouraged... Had he traveled so far for nothing? Traveler: "But then, if The Enlightened One is atop this mountain, that would make you..." ???: "Yes, I am Johnathan, his confidante. And you are not the man who will make it to him today. I can tell you that, and I will make sure of the truth of such a statement personally. One does not simply climb a mountain and instantly expect to see Master Grey. That is the problem with you would-be psychics nowadays, you have no understanding of the true difficulty associated with your art. It is a science that even I have been unable to understand fully. You are hardly a man of capability." The traveler was getting quite angry at Johnathan for his statements. Was not a lifetime of devotion enough to warrant even the sight of the Enlightened One? The legend had only existed for a short time in comparison to others, but even now the traveler felt his presence cascading off the snowy cliffs. Every bluff, every canyon sounded another measure of the symphony of his wisdom, and yet there would be those who were unable to sample its heavenly harmony? Traveler: "Now, you listen here--" Johnathan: "No, you listen, boy! You may try as you wish to climb this cliff, but no amount of kinesis or mental control will allow you to brave the storm as he did and make residence atop this natural fortress of solitude! The man wishes only to devote his time to thought and discipline, and you would seek to destroy that with your presence? You would seek to disturb him?" The traveler balked at this question. Would he? He had never thought of it that way before... If infinite wisdom was the reward for a lifetime of undisturbed contemplation, then perhaps it was best for him to leave well enough alone... Traveler: "I..." Johnathan: "Your hesitation says it all. You are but a weakling in his eye. Leave this place." Traveler: "I..." Johnathan: "Go! And may the winds carry you all the faster!" Not seconds later did the cloudy skies see the traveler stumble out of Johnathan's shack, astounded by his ineptitude as a monk and savant. Johnathan himself turned his back to the storm, and reached into his coat pocket. He fingered a small, pyramidial object, and the storm outside began slowly to subside. Not too quickly, he thought. It must give the impression of hardship. He shivered. It had been a long time since Grey last came down... |
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Tripcode Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Since: 11-18-05 From: さげMOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
It was almost three in the morning when loud banging on his door roused the mangaka from his slumber. Mel shuffled over to the door in only an A-shirt and boxers. Pressing his face to the eyelet, he spied a smiling, female police officer holding a clipboard, who waved at him through the eyelet. From outside, the girl could hear the deadbolt click, and the door opened. Mel offered a tired bow as he rubbed his eyes. MEL: Sou.. < FEMALE OFFICER: < MEL: < He had taken only a step outside before two male police officers had grabbed him by the arms. FEMALE OFFICER: < Mel looked to the left, and to the right, and the two men holding him. MEL: < |
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C`aos Porcupo Since: 03-02-06 From: AB, Canada Last post: 6286 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| Night quickly fell over the old withered castle, and most of its inhabitants had confined themselves to whatever they called their homes. The ramparts still clicked and clacked as guards continued their night shift, but for the most part the fortress had turned silent. Troy's room was now pitch black... it would have been hard to tell that Troy was actually no longer in his makeshift bed.
******** Troy : ...unngh... Troy's vision blurred and congealed as he slowly awoke. He was no longer in his hovel, but in a room similarly sized. The walls were a dull grey, and the floor was made from clean white paneling. As he regained consciousness, he realized he was in a large metal chair, with his arms fastened together behind it. Looking up he finally noticed the dark-haired, black uniformed man towering over him. Troy : ...w-where am I? Officer : Hello. I understand you may be out of your element... if you cooperate we will make sure that no harm comes to you. Now, you shall come with us... there are questions we need to ask... Another guard, similarly dressed but with a head of moppy blonde hair, entered the room. Officer 2 : Is he ready for transport? Officer : He seems to have stabilized. Ready the chopper. The second officer saluted with a hmmph, leaving the way he came. |
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JDavis Nintendo Fanboy Local Mod Affected by 'The Golden Power' + Since: 11-17-05 From: Ada, OK, USA Last post: 6298 days Last view: 6286 days |
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| A young girl's lone desire was about to be taken from her. A man and a woman approached the door of a rundown building in Tokyo's Roppongi district. A second man had gone around to the building's back, blocking off the alternative exit.
---------- Meanwhile, in Europe... Loff T.: ... So begins another day of nothing. Fungeria was a small country, even by European standards. So small, in fact, that the highest ranking government official was "Mayor." It was an odd nation, whose population consisted not of the humans who dominated most of the world, but of "mushroom people"... "toads" as some called them, though most of them don't particularly like that name due to it also being used to refer to certain species of amphibians. They were not, as facts go, amphibians, but more like short humans with heads shaped like mushrooms, complete with cap. It just so happened that the current mayor of Fungeria was a mushroom person with a white cap with red spots. He had an affinity for blue vests and faded blue jeans, which is what he was currently wearing. His actual name was JDavis1186, but he preferred to go by... JD: Cheer up, Loff. It could be worse. Loff T.: How could it be worse? We're stuck in this nothing country, leading nothing lives, all because the humans prefer to think that they're the only intelligent beings on the planet. JD: You could not be vice mayor, for one. Loff T.: Oh yes, forgive me for forgetting that I hold a political position which means nothing! We're a freaking direct democracy! Everything's chosen by a direct vote of the citizens! JD: Unless we go to war. Loff T.: Which is about as likely as being attacked by giant Barney clones! Even if it did happen, which it won't, what war would there be? We have no army. We're just a little town which calls itself a country! We'd be conquered by now if we weren't being protected by... Suddenly, the door to the Mayor's Office opened, and in stepped to humans dressed in black suits. JD: Ah, Agent F, Agent G. It's been a while. Agent G: Hello, Mr. Mayor... *turns to Loff T.* Vice Mayor. Agent F: *nods to both* Sir. Loff T.: To what do we owe this visit? Agent G: I'm afraid we need to... Borrow your mayor for a bit. Loff T.: Go ahead, we're not using him. JD: Loff....
Loff T.: What? It's true. JD: May I ask for what purpose you need me? Agent F: It'll be explained when we arrive. JD: Arrive where? Agent G: You'll see. JD: *sigh* Fine, fine, I'll go. And the three men left the office, leaving Loff T. by himself. Loff T.: Feh. *pulls out his Game Boy and starts playing* ---------- Meanwhile, at a shack at the bottom of a mountain in the far east, a man in a black suit with matching fedora was knocking on the door. He showed no signs of being bothered by the cold in the slightest.... Nor did his face show any other sign of emotion. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 6284 days Last view: 6284 days |
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| Johnathan: "He must have returned... Maybe."
Johnathan stalked over to the door, and opened it to face the blizzard outside. Just as he was about to berate the traveler a second time, he noticed that the man standing in front of him was in no way similar to his previous charge. It figured... Time to read the riot act again. Twice in one day was quite enough. "You are here to see the Enlightened one, are you not?" The man in black's exp ???: "You could say that. I'm Dr. Spork, United Expedition Department, Division Six. I'm here to talk to the man on top of this mountain and to convene with him under the possibility of my organization conducting some exploratory research that involves coming to the top of this mountain. However, as this "enlightened one" seems to be a resident of the mountain, making him its legal owner after the recorded...." Johnathan: "Ten years." Spork: "Ten years of living here, thank you, which requires we make a formal request. He is to come with me immediately to our latest rendezvous point in America." Johnathan sat in his chair by the fire and beckoned for Spork to join him. Spork stayed standing. Again, his exp Johnathan: "America is quite a ways away. You would interrupt his meditation for the sake of your "research"?" Spork: "What we have here is a matter of importance; this mountain region represents one of the least-visited areas on the planet, and as such needs a measurement of geographic accuracy." Johnathan: "Sir I do not---" Even behind the glasses, Spork's gaze was equal in piercing strength to Johnathan's, and showed its prowess at that moment. The icy glares between the two were enough to form glaciers in the very air itself. Spork: "Don't "sir" me, you have no idea who you're dealing with." Johnathan fell silent, his resentment clear. This man was obviously not the average wannabe, and perhaps an audience with Grey would be necessary. After several moments of consideration, Johnathan pulled out a small cellular phone from his pocket, and dialed a short sequence of numbers. Johnathan: "Fine, I will call him now. Consider yourself lucky." Spork: "Service? In this climate?" Johnathan: "I would say it is safe to assume that you have no idea who you are dealing with as well, Mr. Spork. Wait and listen." The call rang through several seconds later, and the voice of a young man picked up. Grey (over the phone): "Johnathan, what's up? Been a while." Johnathan: "Master Grey, we have... A visitor, I suppose. He seems quite intent on having an audience with you." Grey: "I see. Physical description?" Johnathan: "He is clad in black." Grey: "A fedora too, right? Let him up. I've been expecting him for a while now." Johnathan: "Hum?" Grey: "I've been having some visions. I'd actually go so far as to say he's late... But that'd be arrogant of me." Johnathan: "I do not approve of his brood, but if you wish..." Grey: "Relax, nevermind. I'm on my---" A flash of light later, Grey appeared in Johnathan's living room before the two men, dressed in a white tailored suit and tie. Quite the unusual garb for such a raging hellstorm outside. "--way." Spork raised an eyebrow. He had seen fancier. Grey whirled to face him and grinned. Now would be the beginning of many interesting events. "So, you want me to come with you, do you? Leave Johnathan; I assure you none of this concerns him." Spork nodded and said nothing. He simply beckoned for Grey to follow him, and the door to Johnathan's cabin opened to face the storm outside. Johnathan reached inside his coat and touched the Pyramid again, and the storm subsided. The two besuited men then proceeded... |
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Tripcode Mel (USER WAS TOTALLY AWESOME FOR THIS POST) Since: 11-18-05 From: さげMOTHERFUCKER DO YOU SPEAK IT Last post: 6289 days Last view: 6289 days |
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| It was that as the Japanese mangaka, Umino Melvin, sat alone in the cabin of a single-engine airplane flying over the Pacific in his underwear, that it began to dawn on him that he was in fact not heading "downtown." |
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