Lenaya said
i got one up finally yayaya
Pfffffffffffffft. xD It's awful when you get to that age.
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Pfffffffffffffft. xD It's awful when you get to that age.
Once the Shadow was defeated and the monorail stopped, Yoro and Youhei found themselves outside the station. Yoro, ready to rip Tak a new one for not providing support during combat, was more than a little surprised when Takahiro wasn't there. It was clear he HAD been there. His favorite energy drink was tipped over and spilled out over the pavement and a half eaten sandwich was on the ground, still in plastic wrap. It looked like it had been stepped on.
Drip drip drip...
The dripping woke Takahiro up. He sat up and looked around. The room he was in was dark and stuffy. The only light came from above. It illuminated Takahiro and an area about a foot around him. "What the hell...? Where am I...?" Just then, a voice came through the darkness.
"Fuck this bullshit. I never asked for that son of a bitch to come back into my life."
"Who's there?" Takahiro reached for his knife, but wasn't surprised to find it missing.
"I preferred to believe he was dead. A car accident, just like mom said." The voice seemed to come from everywhere. It was as if whoever was talking was talking right in Takahiro's ear. Tak no longer responded, but just listened to what the voice said. "After thirteen years, that bastard has the balls to show his face around me? Fuck him!" The voice was growing visibly angry. "And this power... this power is useless! I want the power to destroy! To annihilate anyone who gets in my way! How ironic that my power is only useful to help others when no one ever helps me!" Takahiro could barely see a silhouette of a person in the darkness. The person was getting closer. Finally, many lights from above came on, lighting up the room. It looked like he was in a night club. A... twisted night club. The chairs were all at least six feet tall. The legs were twisted around, making chairs sit upside down or slanted or in other weird positions. The tables were covered in blood and knives were stuck in them. That was when he saw the bodies; rotting forms of people who looked like they had been dead for a few days. Among this unsettling scene was a boy about Takahiro's height and weight... in fact, he looked exactly like Takahiro, albeit with yellow eyes. He wore a twisted smile and carried a kitchen knife in his hand.
"Who.. who are you?" Takahiro mumbled. The copy laughed a maniacal laugh.
"Who am I?" The grin on the copy's face grew. "I am a Shadow. The true self."
Drip drip drip...
The dripping woke Takahiro up. He sat up and looked around. The room he was in was dark and stuffy. The only light came from above. It illuminated Takahiro and an area about a foot around him. "What the hell...? Where am I...?" Just then, a voice came through the darkness.
"Fuck this bullshit. I never asked for that son of a bitch to come back into my life."
"Who's there?" Takahiro reached for his knife, but wasn't surprised to find it missing.
"I preferred to believe he was dead. A car accident, just like mom said." The voice seemed to come from everywhere. It was as if whoever was talking was talking right in Takahiro's ear. Tak no longer responded, but just listened to what the voice said. "After thirteen years, that bastard has the balls to show his face around me? Fuck him!" The voice was growing visibly angry. "And this power... this power is useless! I want the power to destroy! To annihilate anyone who gets in my way! How ironic that my power is only useful to help others when no one ever helps me!" Takahiro could barely see a silhouette of a person in the darkness. The person was getting closer. Finally, many lights from above came on, lighting up the room. It looked like he was in a night club. A... twisted night club. The chairs were all at least six feet tall. The legs were twisted around, making chairs sit upside down or slanted or in other weird positions. The tables were covered in blood and knives were stuck in them. That was when he saw the bodies; rotting forms of people who looked like they had been dead for a few days. Among this unsettling scene was a boy about Takahiro's height and weight... in fact, he looked exactly like Takahiro, albeit with yellow eyes. He wore a twisted smile and carried a kitchen knife in his hand.
"Who.. who are you?" Takahiro mumbled. The copy laughed a maniacal laugh.
"Who am I?" The grin on the copy's face grew. "I am a Shadow. The true self."
Dat's fine Lena. :3
I'll make a post to end this mission, then we can head back to the dorm so Yoro can chew everyone out. :3
I'll make a post to end this mission, then we can head back to the dorm so Yoro can chew everyone out. :3
Just as the assembled Paladins disbanded, a very regal-looking Templar sauntered over to Yoromatsu. "Yoromatsu." He was shocked by the man's presence; it was Chairman Ryota. Yoromatsu stood at attention.
"It's an honor, Mr. Chairman." Yoromatsu was standing stiff as a board, eyes straight ahead. Ryota waved him off, letting him know that there was no need to be so formal. Yoro's shoulders relaxed, but he still stood up straight. "What do I owe the honor, Yuudai-sama?"
"We've just received reports of Shadow activity in the refugee settlement of Dust Town on the southern tip of Japan. You and two other Templars will investigate. You will be leading the squad. I have already briefed the others. A craft is prepared and will take you there now."
"Yes sir. I will head to the hanger right away."
"Dismissed." With that, Yoromatsu walked briskly to the hanger.
"It's an honor, Mr. Chairman." Yoromatsu was standing stiff as a board, eyes straight ahead. Ryota waved him off, letting him know that there was no need to be so formal. Yoro's shoulders relaxed, but he still stood up straight. "What do I owe the honor, Yuudai-sama?"
"We've just received reports of Shadow activity in the refugee settlement of Dust Town on the southern tip of Japan. You and two other Templars will investigate. You will be leading the squad. I have already briefed the others. A craft is prepared and will take you there now."
"Yes sir. I will head to the hanger right away."
"Dismissed." With that, Yoromatsu walked briskly to the hanger.
Alright, I'll get a post up to kind of move the story along just a tiny bit.
Tell me about it. xD
-No Faction-
Aera and Youhei;
"Alright, i've done my job." The sniper tossed his lit cigarette to the side, dropping prone and crawling off of the crumbling building. He stomped on the sandy ground with his right foot once, leaving a black mark on the ground. That black mark split into two. Then it began to move across the ground. Slowly at first, then very quickly. In no time at all, the black marks were right on Aera and Youhei. They rose out of the ground, appearing as black globs of some unidentifiable substance.
-The Society-
Momo and Seto;
As the Duke was about to speak, a man in a tux walked up to him and whispered something in his ear. The Duke nodded along. Once the man left, he smiled and spoke to Momo. "Forgive me, I have some important business to attend to. Congratulations. You will make a fine member of The Society." He walked off.
Aera and Youhei;
"Alright, i've done my job." The sniper tossed his lit cigarette to the side, dropping prone and crawling off of the crumbling building. He stomped on the sandy ground with his right foot once, leaving a black mark on the ground. That black mark split into two. Then it began to move across the ground. Slowly at first, then very quickly. In no time at all, the black marks were right on Aera and Youhei. They rose out of the ground, appearing as black globs of some unidentifiable substance.
-The Society-
Momo and Seto;
As the Duke was about to speak, a man in a tux walked up to him and whispered something in his ear. The Duke nodded along. Once the man left, he smiled and spoke to Momo. "Forgive me, I have some important business to attend to. Congratulations. You will make a fine member of The Society." He walked off.
An amused chuckle came through the phone. "He's right. You kids are going to be so much fun. I'll be sure to give Takahiro your regards. If you wish to find him, use your heads and keep your eyes open. Goodnight." The line went dead.
The Shadow let out a scream of agony as it slumped over, not dead, but severely weakened. Yoro slid off of its head and brought his epee up. "Let's finish this. Are you ready?" Soon, with or without Youhei, Yoro would charge in, giving the Shadow everything he had. After the onslaught of attacks by Yoro (and maybe Youhei?), the Shadow let out a feeble cry before disintegrating into black goo, then evaporating the second it hit the ground.
The Shadow let out a scream of agony as it slumped over, not dead, but severely weakened. Yoro slid off of its head and brought his epee up. "Let's finish this. Are you ready?" Soon, with or without Youhei, Yoro would charge in, giving the Shadow everything he had. After the onslaught of attacks by Yoro (and maybe Youhei?), the Shadow let out a feeble cry before disintegrating into black goo, then evaporating the second it hit the ground.
Sooooooo, I don't have phone service anymore. Which means these delays may be more frequent.
-The Society-
Momo and Seto;
"I have a suggestion." A man in a suit came out of the crowd. He had a cane with a silver cobra on the head. Its eyes were blood red rubies. "Good evening. I am Duke Faragil, at your service." He bowed briefly.
-No Faction-
Aera and Youhei were facing down an armed, dangerous man on the streets of Dust Town. He grinned at Youhei's threat, revealing a row of yellow teeth. "It's not my shot that has to count, lad." Just then, Aera would catch a flash out of the corner of her eye. She would notice very quickly that it was a sniper. A shot rang out. Aera would have just enough time to decide how-- or if she was going to save Youhei.
Momo and Seto;
"I have a suggestion." A man in a suit came out of the crowd. He had a cane with a silver cobra on the head. Its eyes were blood red rubies. "Good evening. I am Duke Faragil, at your service." He bowed briefly.
-No Faction-
Aera and Youhei were facing down an armed, dangerous man on the streets of Dust Town. He grinned at Youhei's threat, revealing a row of yellow teeth. "It's not my shot that has to count, lad." Just then, Aera would catch a flash out of the corner of her eye. She would notice very quickly that it was a sniper. A shot rang out. Aera would have just enough time to decide how-- or if she was going to save Youhei.
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