Ryver et Rhine

Unlikely Heroes

I posted three times. :(

Unlikely Heroes

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Unlikely Heroes

Posted. =D Well hopefully it's alright.

Waiting to see if Kirra needs me to edit it further (particularly for the convo between Aaron and Ann). *fingers crossed*

;) That said I think I shall let Prince of Seraphs continue from there. I've brought a peace offering.

Also in regards to the question:

Cal: Twitter? I can't remember if I have an account. You can add me if you like. My user name is always the same even when I register for online games. It's Darlin'Cassonade or S.Cassonade.

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A blonde cheerleader shifted uncomfortable. She was hungry and her hand was aching, but she had given up trying to free herself long ago. The handcuff wasn’t coming off no matter how hard she pulled. She needed the key.

Honestly, the whole situation seemed surreal. One moment she was exiting the locker room after changing into the outfit she borrowed from of the students, the next she was struggling to break free from the man who grabbed her. He had pressed a handkerchief against her nose and she blacked out. Now she was god knows where in a freaking vehicle parked in some god forsaken place behind a van of sorts.

Naturally she started kicking and screaming the moment she woke up. Her kidnapper had scooted all the way to the other side to avoid her. Smart ass! He knew that the handcuff prevented her from reaching him. Her stomach growled once more. Callie swallowed a few times. She was really craving for chocolates and ice cream right now. Even a bag of skittles would be nice.

An unfamiliar ringtone broke the forced silence between the three sole occupants of the truck. The door shut silently. Okay so now it was just two of them. Callie glared at the man who was trying to get the call to connect. She mouthed a silent “oh”. On the seat between the two of them was the key! Cal tried to keep calm even though she was brimming with excitement.

Aaron said “Hey, is everything okay Annie? Can this wait until I get back Ann? We’ve almost reached the Reformers and I—“

Good! The man distracted. She watched him for a couple of seconds, and she decided she had better fake a reason why she was bending over so suddenly. The young woman reached into pocket of her sports jacket and fished out her lipstick. Hopefully Mr. Wiseman wasn't going to see through her "oops-I-dropped-my-lipstick" routine. She prayed that whichever deity listening at the moment would be kind enough to let her succeed. Not that she was ever this religious before.

Aaron said “I’ll be fine Ann, nothing is going to happen.”

Clutching her lipstick, the cheer instructor swooped down towards the middle. Her hand landing squarely on the key, but her lipstick rolled away. It hit the man’s thigh and remained lodged between his leg and the seat. Aaron reached down. He studied the lipstick briefly before handing it back to her.

Aaron said “Ann, what’s going on?”

Callie pretended to apply her lipstick using her faint reflection in the truck window. She could see the top of the other man’s head. He was leaning against her door. He looked at her for a moment, and she quirked an eyebrow in response. Was he suspecting something? No she was definitely imagining it because he looked away again.

Aaron said “But will the baby be okay Annie? Is it going to be like me, a Super?”

Super? This guy was bat shit crazy! Who in the world would have superpowers? They were living in realty and not some nerd imagined Marvel or DC universe! She really needed to get away from these lunatics as soon as she can. There was no telling what they wanted to do to her! A loud boom almost made Callie jump out of her seat, literally. She gaped as the van in front of them turned onto its side. The man standing outside rushed towards it, so did the man sitting beside her. Rather he had dashed out of the car with his phone still pressed against his ear. Cal ducked down and tried to fit the key into the keyhole. Oh god! They were shooting. She had lost count of the number of shots that had been fired. Her hands were trembling so much that it took her three tries before she finally freed herself. The blonde immediately threw open the door of the truck and ran. She blinked. Maybe she was imagining it, but she could have sworn she saw someone disappear into the bushes just awhile ago.

Despite the uncertainty, Cal remained undeterred; she charged towards the trees as fast as she could while remaining in a semi crouched position. The young woman tried her best to zone out all the noise around whether it was the yelling or the gun fire. She continued running even after she was certain she was well hidden among the trees. She had to get the nearest road and hitch-hike herself back to civilization! Hopefully these hoodlum terrorists are too busy killing each other to notice she was missing. Hopefully!

Callie screamed as she pitched forward. She threw her arms in front of her, but it was all in vain. She felt the winced as the rough ground scraped against the skin covering the underside of her forearms and knees. She pulled herself up slowly, but remained seated. She moved her feet gingerly. Lucky nothing was twisted or broken! Next she looked around trying to find the culprit. What she found made her do a slight double take. On the ground beside her was a white cane; a blind man’s cane.

“What in the world?”

Judging from the “newness”, someone had dropped it recently. Could there be others around as well? Cal’s heart skipped a beat. What should she do? Having others around would only drag her down, but she can’t just leave them here. It just wasn’t right. She closed her eyes for a moment and clutched her head. She rubbed her temples as she tried to make herself focus once again. Panicking was silly. Wait. There it was again. Yes! She was definitely hearing voices.

The blonde scrambled to her feet, picking up the cane as she did so, and hobbled in a zombie like fashion towards the voices. The white cane clutched awkwardly in her left hand. She could make out at least two or three people. However being so far away, she just couldn’t be sure. Soon all that was separating her from the rest was just a thicket. She paused awhile to listen some more. For all she knows, these people could be one of those crazies too!

Christian said "I need... someone to... someone to guide me."

Jenna said “You guys, she’s alive. I can’t carry her all the way but maybe someone can help me out?”

Okay. Maybe they weren’t lunatics, but they definitely sound injured, so most likely it would be safe to approach them. Well at the very least she could outrun them if it was a trap. Callie batted the bush violently with the white cane to create a suitable parting and then she stepped out. She took a few steps forward with her hands held above her head. The cane hovered precariously over her head. She glanced around awkwardly before pausing. Her blue eyes met Jenna’s dark ones.

“Err… I have a white stick, well, a blind man’s cane to be exact, but I come in peace.”

She paused and smiled a little. She faced each of the conscious members in turn once more. Seeing that no one was going to attack her, the blonde lowered her hands. “Well ladies and gentlemen I shall be your air hostess today - Callie Wright reporting for duty! You don’t need to save this cheerleader.”

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ROFL! I typed father into google translator and it gave me "Paavi". >.<

Let me edit that.

The Midnight Train to Nowhere

Ran clamped onto the rim of his top hat tightly. The lacey cuff whipped his face. He hunched forward while fighting against the wind. His cape flew wildly behind him. The only part of his current outfit that wasn’t hindering his progress was his tight fitting, lace trimmed waistcoat. He secretly wondered how those old fashioned gentlemen managed to walk upright during windy days. Perhaps they had servants to push them forward or something. A metallic hand reached out and grabbed his right forearm and pulled him towards the railing.

“Thanks!”

The pink haired man smiled, and Ran couldn’t help smiling in return. The older man gripped the railing tightly after making sure his black and gold falcon head cane was still suspended round the crook of his arm. His other hand continued holding down his hat which was still threatening to fly away. He felt Lesley pat his shoulder reassuringly. His yellow eyes looked in the direction his companion was pointing to and he gaped.

“That’s … that’s like… like so steampunk!”

Somehow he couldn’t recall the names of the various steampunk-esque books and anime that he had seen over the last few years. Dang! He must be getting old. How could he forget after all that research? He had lived, breathed and dreamed of nothing but steampunk for the many months because of the book cover he had to design back… when… well… back when he was working - somewhere? He studied the architecture of the buildings. He loved how the walls were covered with intricately designed cogs that moved in tandem.

“Have you ever dreamed of living in a bell tower or a cuckoo clock? I can’t imagine having to ring the bell or shout cuckoo several times every hour. Speak of the devil, look at that!”

Ran pointed to a large clock tower. The hour hand stopped at the XII mark. It was twelve noon. The window underneath sprung open and a platform rolled out. A huge table stood right in the center. Seated round it were twelve hungry mechanical Nobodies. Their hands moved up and down in unison as they brought pieces of food into their mouth. He whistled in admiration. Truthfully he was disappointed the ship was stopping there. He really wanted to see what happens at the next hour. He suspected that the “robots” will be doing different things throughout the day.

Riley said "Hey gramps, do you have your sketchbook? Ugh, I'd take a photo if I could. If we don't capture this moment, it'll be an absolute crime—oh geez! Stupid birds, wrecking the moment!"

Toby said "If Ran doesn't have his sketchbook, than there's only one solution. If we can't sketch it, and we can't paint it, our only option is to take a beautiful mental picture using our brain powers. Just point your lens towards the horizon annnnnnd … Ta-da! Now i'll never forget this.”

“Riley! Toby! Glad both of you can join us. Actually my sketchpad is with me. It’s right over …. Ooops!”

The oldest among the group let go of his hat for a brief second, and rascally thing took off. The poor man flailed as he tried to retrieve the runaway headpiece. He wasn’t the only one trying to retrieve it, but the top hat taunted them as it drifted further away. The birds were completely forgotten. Crap! Martini will be disappointed. He had promised he would return the suit in one piece.

Boy said “Hey mister, I think you dropped this.”

Ran craned his head trying to see who it was. There was would whoosh as something zipped pass. Soon there was a soft sputter followed by some swearing. The mechanical coughing was replaced by a smooth purr. Before long a boy, who looked no older than Harper, drifted backwards on his hover board. He pulled to a stop in front of the humans gathered along the railings and touched the tip of his fedora. Tucked under his right arm was Ran’s hat. The young Nobody grinned as he reached out and plonked the top hat onto the man’s head. Ran immediately clutched the rim tightly. The hat was threatening to fly off again.

“Good catch!”

The boy beamed. “You were lucky I was doing my rounds. Anyhow I gotta go! Have to send these lunchboxes before the food gets cold.”

The delivery boy sped off into the distance on his noisy hover board. Now that it was relatively quieter, the whistling of the steel slicing the air became more audible. Ran nodded his head in Inadi’s direction to get the others to look as well. Slowly he turned around till he was standing with his back pressed against the railing. This was perhaps the only way he can get a better view. He remained silent as he watched the bespectacled young man practice with Kane. Each movement flowed seamlessly into the next. When the boy was done, he whooped loudly along with the rest of the spectators. He wanted to clap, but didn’t trust his hat enough to let go.

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Yay! =D

Perry, I just finished editing. <.< This is why I hate writing posts on my phone. Editing is so hard.

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Posted!

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“Eivät! Antti, eivät.”

The brunette managed to distract her chubby toddler by offering him her iphone. The email will have to wait for now. The little boy pressed the colorful apps on the screen at random, and soon, a chirpy little tune began playing. Antti squealed happily as he tried popping the moving bubbles on the screen. Neve laughed. Even at the age of three her son was already more proficient at the iphone than his dad. She blew on the bit of takoyaki spiked on the toothpick before offering it to her son. Antti turned his head away. He was too engrossed with the game to bother about food.

Minkka reached over for another of the ball-shaped snack. She took small hesitant bites while waiting for the inside to cool. She puffed rapidly to prevent as the hot dough touched her tongue. When she couldn't bear it any longer, she spat the whole piece out. She reached for her water bottle and took a huge swig. The cool liquid helped to alleviate the stinging sensation, but her tongue was still rather sore. Mina turned her attention back to her younger brother. She giggled as fruits and vegetables began flying across the screen. Antti found the fruit ninja app! That had to be her favorite game in mommy's phone!

The eight year held her fingers out like an imaginary camera. She pretended to take several shots of veli. Mummo would love these photos if they were real! Her grandma always said she was as skilled as her Paavi. After she was satisfied that she had enough shots of her younger brother, Minkka focused her make believe camera to the five goldfish swimming round in the three plastic bags suspended from her mother’s arm. She took six photos before she began poking the nearest bag with her little finger. The tiny gold fish pressed back against the surface.

“Are you full, Minkka?”

Minkka quickly nodded her head although she was still very hungry. She didn't want to burn her tongue again. She looked around for something else to buy. Her small brown eyes picked out the cotton candy stall. She pointed to the stall excitedly while she pulled her mother's sleeve repeatedly. “Karkkia!”

Neve gently released her daughter's hand from her sleeve after looking at the stall in question. Too much sugar was a bad idea, especially when it was way past the children's bedtime. Instead of objecting, the mother decided to offer her daughter a more tempting alternative. She searched the other stalls for a brief moment, and then pointed to the man selling balloons. She noticed her daughter clapped her tiny hands in delight. Neve patted Mina's shoulder gently, and the little girl calmed down. Neve pointed to each of the stalls slowly. “Mina – do you really want Karkkia or a pretty balloon?”

The young girl turned to look at the colorful balloons sold at the stall opposite the cotton candy stall. She looked at the old man giving a young couple a huge, blue puff and then she looked at the balloon sculptures once more. Her head darted back and forth between both stalls several times. “Pally!”

The lady tilted her head towards her backpack. Mina nodded and opened the side pocket. The child fished out a twenty yen note. Happily she waved it in front of her mother. Neve nodded. “Buy one for Antti too.”

“Okay!”

Mina barely avoided several couples and an old lady using a walking stick in her haste to reach the balloon man quickly. Her brown little pigtails whipped wildly as she ran. A familiar voice made her falter a little. It sounded like Daddy! Mina looked up and beamed. She recognized the blue kendo shirt immediately. The girl spun to the right and sped towards the huge, shaggy haired giant. Minkka clutched J-P's leg happily. The top of her head barely reached her father’s upper thigh.

“Isi!”

The little rascal refused to let go even when her father tried coaxing her. She simply laughed as her daddy tried to tickle her. Mina only relented after J-P promised his daughter a piggyback ride. She squealed with delight as she found herself hoisted up above the crowd. Her eyes shone happily. Everyone was shorter than her Daddy!

"Let's go back to Mommy!"

Neve studied the man approaching them. She noted that he was really tall for someone of an Asian heritage, or so she assumed. Somehow he looked oddly familiar as well. She can’t quite put her finger on it at the moment. She juggled her son to stop him from squirming around so much. Slowly the mother got up with the tot in arms, the goldfish dangling precariously from her right arm while the empty takoyaki box was clasped by just three fingers.

Ken Ikeda said “I’m Ken. Your husband has made me his translator.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Nevaeh, your average cowgirl from Texas. Anyone who helps to lighten my husband’s load is certainly a friend of mine,” the American woman responded cheerfully. She felt someone relief her of the box. Using the opportunity to adjust Antti, Neve then stretched out her right hand and grasped Ken’s. “Ken, is it? You look awfully familiar. I keep thinking you are a wrestler or something.”

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Currently I am a waitress working a busy lunch and dinner service.