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lorddemolatron
I think im sort of dimensional traveller lol
Well an small excerpt from fanfic im working :
He was her father,and well now he seen his mistakes with taking this job and what later camed. It was not that it gave the money but regretted thing automatically when his superior started somehow to be really intrested in his daughter too much, it really started scaring even him and his wife beacuse that was unnormal to 15 old getting attention of someone who been more than 20 years old and what scared him too that his superior later from sometime somehow not showed that he not ages also too. When his only daughter Alex got to her 16th birthday he got personal call from him again into private disscusion on late night, when finally all of his fears that his boss could not been sane now confirmed when he really forced him to have his marriage with his daughter when she ends on age, and now after that day up to 2 years passed, well now been 20th June when now his nearly 18th years old daughter reappears in whole city, he started to fear that there can now anything happens as soon on 2th July been her 18 birthday and well this date is slightly gaining some adult privileges in country law even now anyone courting would legally marry and well now this all been really messed up. He once called his daughter and tried to make her not coming to home, but well she was stubborn one and well for now from his superior been silence, maybe he thinked he loosen intrest in his daughter but well really nope.
31 June,,,
Finally Alex been returning to hometown for few weeks as she got finally her summertime since another year of studies ended so she would at least see her father and mother but well she was really very obvious that she nearly been going into really nasty trap.Well when she still been here seen changes that one company from US what in end camed here to her country to replace their main headquaters here, well in beginning maked good as most of people suddenly got jobs but there been unknown shadow of that one incident when one city apparently been grazed from Earth surface but she never remembered the date it been most talked on as she been too young to understand. She heard from her mother some parts of warning to stay away from city like one from her father but really she was not believing the crap that her father had bad contract when her 16th birthday been something about forced marriage but in this case was suppoused his boss idea, once heard that phase that he is not on his mind since that time when she was 15 and seen her,but she still wanted to see her mother at least so she booked an slightly cheap hotel to at once see her. Well she could once or twice seen that her father boss face in local or more nationwide papers but what disturbed her too was that he never look past his 20s still even if age been changed she recalled now he should been at least in his late 30s or 40s. She only seen him twice in parents house and that been really very earlier in her life and never seen that her father before scared and not feeling well that when he once camed again from him hugged her and cried on her eyes.
Now she was returning to her hotel room after small reunion with parents too sleep as second day also she stayed in city before she was going again into small trip. Well it was late at night when her senses been still sharp or well she sensed she is really not alone at all.Even if she tried to now protect herself from intruder it was wain as she ended fastly overpowered and well her enemy chosen to drug her by using mild sedative fastly, only what she hoped that she imagined now been that she seen propably unnatural eyes of the intruder as any human rather not has red gold or cat like eyes.
He was well one of servants in this now really wrong house, and seen when his master started to delude when meeted that girl in time she had been only 16 years old, and when this all strange obsession started to show, it was almost for him unbearable what later started to happen. He heard how he well terrorised that poor girl father on point of that forced marriage when she finally gets 18 y.o So he was not suprised when on nearly late night of 2 July heard his master quitting this whole mansion and well for few minutes he come back and what he later heard master had the female in his arms, that same he obssesed for those 2 years, what even maked that in some rooms he forced to rearrange rooms in hope that she loves them and well he left her actually there. No one tried to reason with him that this still would been called as abduction case as some feared that they would end even killed by him to silence all things that soon to happen unless some hoped that female ends quietly striking back and slightly defy him.
He was her father,and well now he seen his mistakes with taking this job and what later camed. It was not that it gave the money but regretted thing automatically when his superior started somehow to be really intrested in his daughter too much, it really started scaring even him and his wife beacuse that was unnormal to 15 old getting attention of someone who been more than 20 years old and what scared him too that his superior later from sometime somehow not showed that he not ages also too. When his only daughter Alex got to her 16th birthday he got personal call from him again into private disscusion on late night, when finally all of his fears that his boss could not been sane now confirmed when he really forced him to have his marriage with his daughter when she ends on age, and now after that day up to 2 years passed, well now been 20th June when now his nearly 18th years old daughter reappears in whole city, he started to fear that there can now anything happens as soon on 2th July been her 18 birthday and well this date is slightly gaining some adult privileges in country law even now anyone courting would legally marry and well now this all been really messed up. He once called his daughter and tried to make her not coming to home, but well she was stubborn one and well for now from his superior been silence, maybe he thinked he loosen intrest in his daughter but well really nope.
31 June,,,
Finally Alex been returning to hometown for few weeks as she got finally her summertime since another year of studies ended so she would at least see her father and mother but well she was really very obvious that she nearly been going into really nasty trap.Well when she still been here seen changes that one company from US what in end camed here to her country to replace their main headquaters here, well in beginning maked good as most of people suddenly got jobs but there been unknown shadow of that one incident when one city apparently been grazed from Earth surface but she never remembered the date it been most talked on as she been too young to understand. She heard from her mother some parts of warning to stay away from city like one from her father but really she was not believing the crap that her father had bad contract when her 16th birthday been something about forced marriage but in this case was suppoused his boss idea, once heard that phase that he is not on his mind since that time when she was 15 and seen her,but she still wanted to see her mother at least so she booked an slightly cheap hotel to at once see her. Well she could once or twice seen that her father boss face in local or more nationwide papers but what disturbed her too was that he never look past his 20s still even if age been changed she recalled now he should been at least in his late 30s or 40s. She only seen him twice in parents house and that been really very earlier in her life and never seen that her father before scared and not feeling well that when he once camed again from him hugged her and cried on her eyes.
Now she was returning to her hotel room after small reunion with parents too sleep as second day also she stayed in city before she was going again into small trip. Well it was late at night when her senses been still sharp or well she sensed she is really not alone at all.Even if she tried to now protect herself from intruder it was wain as she ended fastly overpowered and well her enemy chosen to drug her by using mild sedative fastly, only what she hoped that she imagined now been that she seen propably unnatural eyes of the intruder as any human rather not has red gold or cat like eyes.
He was well one of servants in this now really wrong house, and seen when his master started to delude when meeted that girl in time she had been only 16 years old, and when this all strange obsession started to show, it was almost for him unbearable what later started to happen. He heard how he well terrorised that poor girl father on point of that forced marriage when she finally gets 18 y.o So he was not suprised when on nearly late night of 2 July heard his master quitting this whole mansion and well for few minutes he come back and what he later heard master had the female in his arms, that same he obssesed for those 2 years, what even maked that in some rooms he forced to rearrange rooms in hope that she loves them and well he left her actually there. No one tried to reason with him that this still would been called as abduction case as some feared that they would end even killed by him to silence all things that soon to happen unless some hoped that female ends quietly striking back and slightly defy him.
Rebel Dynasty
Creator of Microcosms
A scene I literally just wrote for Arcane Guardian:
Edit to avoid double-posting: A scene from Shadow & Flame...
~October 7th, 1116~
The first sight that greeted Forneus when he opened his eyes were the undulating hues of colour chasing one another across the domed ceiling. Green rippled out from the centre like water struck by a stone, giving way first to yellow, then to pink, then to a rich bluish-purple. Wide, curious eyes stared at the shifting colours a moment longer before turning to other, far more interesting sights.
Amid the piles of pillows and blankets, each stuffed with down until feathers leaked from between the seams, lay a woman; barely an arm’s length from where Forneus himself was buried beneath the thick comforter. Tresses of blonde hair—streaked with grey—fell across one cheek, spilling onto the silken lining of her pillow. The lines that creased her eyes and mouth were softer in sleep than they were in wakefulness, pale pink lips parted to allow each gentle exhalation of breath.
Since his birth, Cybele had taken it upon herself to be his primary guardian, and with this decision came the strong, maternal need to keep him close at hand; safe and secure during their hours of repose. In spite of having the physical bearing of a four or five-year-old, just as he had that fateful night two years prior, Cybele remained adamant that Forneus required constant vigilance, convinced that if she took her eyes off of him for but a moment, he would vanish from her sight.
Forneus did nothing to hide the impish grin that lit his face upon remembering the goddess’s frazzled appearance one week passed, when he had taken it upon himself to start up an impromptu game of ‘hide-and-seek’. He knew it would be at least another hour before Cybele roused herself enough to notice his absence, and he intended on making a longer, more challenging game of it than he had then.
Slowly, he peeled the blankets back from his body, shivering at the cool air ghosting across his bare legs. A long, threadbare tunic covered him from collar to just below his knees, the coarse material chafing his skin as he lowered himself from the large four-poster bed to the floor. The icy coldness of the tiles bit at the soles of his feet, but Forneus didn’t mind; now that he had escaped the comforting warmth of Cybele’s bed, he was wide awake, thirsting for the type of adventure that only a child was capable of dreaming up.
Casting one last, cautious glance at the goddess still sleeping in her bed, his gaze caught on the assortment of glittering baubles hanging here and there throughout her room, casting prismatic light over her deep purple bedspread and across the pearlescent tiled floor. Then taking a fortifying breath, he took hold of the crystal doorknob, and turning it slowly so that it didn’t squeak, spirited himself into the world beyond.
The first sight that greeted Forneus when he opened his eyes were the undulating hues of colour chasing one another across the domed ceiling. Green rippled out from the centre like water struck by a stone, giving way first to yellow, then to pink, then to a rich bluish-purple. Wide, curious eyes stared at the shifting colours a moment longer before turning to other, far more interesting sights.
Amid the piles of pillows and blankets, each stuffed with down until feathers leaked from between the seams, lay a woman; barely an arm’s length from where Forneus himself was buried beneath the thick comforter. Tresses of blonde hair—streaked with grey—fell across one cheek, spilling onto the silken lining of her pillow. The lines that creased her eyes and mouth were softer in sleep than they were in wakefulness, pale pink lips parted to allow each gentle exhalation of breath.
Since his birth, Cybele had taken it upon herself to be his primary guardian, and with this decision came the strong, maternal need to keep him close at hand; safe and secure during their hours of repose. In spite of having the physical bearing of a four or five-year-old, just as he had that fateful night two years prior, Cybele remained adamant that Forneus required constant vigilance, convinced that if she took her eyes off of him for but a moment, he would vanish from her sight.
Forneus did nothing to hide the impish grin that lit his face upon remembering the goddess’s frazzled appearance one week passed, when he had taken it upon himself to start up an impromptu game of ‘hide-and-seek’. He knew it would be at least another hour before Cybele roused herself enough to notice his absence, and he intended on making a longer, more challenging game of it than he had then.
Slowly, he peeled the blankets back from his body, shivering at the cool air ghosting across his bare legs. A long, threadbare tunic covered him from collar to just below his knees, the coarse material chafing his skin as he lowered himself from the large four-poster bed to the floor. The icy coldness of the tiles bit at the soles of his feet, but Forneus didn’t mind; now that he had escaped the comforting warmth of Cybele’s bed, he was wide awake, thirsting for the type of adventure that only a child was capable of dreaming up.
Casting one last, cautious glance at the goddess still sleeping in her bed, his gaze caught on the assortment of glittering baubles hanging here and there throughout her room, casting prismatic light over her deep purple bedspread and across the pearlescent tiled floor. Then taking a fortifying breath, he took hold of the crystal doorknob, and turning it slowly so that it didn’t squeak, spirited himself into the world beyond.
Edit to avoid double-posting: A scene from Shadow & Flame...
The attack came much quicker than Phenex had anticipated. No matter his attempts to fortify his mental defenses, nothing could have prepared him for the full brunt of Reeves’ onslaught. Black filled his vision, seeping into his pores and penetrating the inner recesses of his mind, creating a deep-seated itch that started at the nape of his neck and spread outward.
Images flickered to the forefront of his mind, skittering beyond his reach to disappear behind an impenetrable wall of swirling black smoke. Phenex knew all too well what the smoke represented; a mental manifestation of Reeves himself, collecting Phenex’s memories and stacking them one on top of the other like sheaves of paper.
Oh no, you don’t.
Though there was little that could be done about the memories Reeves already had in his possession, Phenex was determined to prevent him from getting hold of any others. Bad enough he’d gotten his hands on those particular memories; Phenex couldn’t afford to let him come away with anything incriminating.
Such as who he really was.
It started with a single spark. Just the barest flicker of red, the colour of dying embers. Then the embers flared to life, flooding the encroaching shadows until they receded, leaving the mental landscape tinged with grey. The sensation of fingers sifting through his mind stilled, gauzy wisps of black recoiling as if burned. Outside of the mental landscape, Phenex thought he heard a gasp, followed by a soft curse.
Had his mental defenses caused actual harm to Reeves?
The answer came in the form of a sudden stab of pain, ice-cold as it thrummed through his temples and flowed down the length of his body. The black cocoon that had surrounded him before Reeves’ mental probing faded from view, taking the pain along with it; leaving Phenex to blink against the sudden brightness of the fluorescent lights overhead.
It was several more seconds before he could see beyond the pinpricks filling his vision. When they cleared, he saw Reeves sitting in his shadowy throne, just as before; only now he held his head in both hands, his breath coming in laboured gasps. Phenex stiffened, unsure what to make of the other’s reaction. Just how much had he seen? Surreptitiously, he darted a glance toward Reeves’ guards. Neither Arkas nor Mereth had moved from their positions, both frozen as if time itself had stopped, slack-jawed and wide-eyed.
“That was…unexpected.”
His gaze snapped back toward Reeves when the other spoke, the Shade having straightened to study him, his expression inscrutable. A tense moment followed, a knot of unease forming in Phenex’s chest, the desire for fight or flight coursing through his muscles until it was all he could do to keep his fires contained.
Reeves spoke again, a ghost of a smile tugging one corner of his mouth. “To think someone else hates humans as much as I do,” he said, rising from his throne with a soft groan. “Even amongst this rabble”—he gestured toward the assortment of demons Phenex hadn’t previously noticed, each one glowering at him with naked fury—“yours is a rare level of hatred, indeed.”
Phenex remained silent, studying Reeves with the same level of intensity the other directed at him. Reeves nodded once, a single, curt gesture, and rose from his throne, extending one gloved hand as he did.
“You’re in.”
“Just like that?” Phenex narrowed his eyes, as much for effect as from genuine suspicion. He didn’t move to take the proffered hand, simply studying its owner with his head cocked to one side. “What’s the catch?”
He thought this might anger Reeves, but his grin only widened, his clear blue eyes touched with a hint of crimson. “Walk with me,” he commanded with a tilt of his chin toward the open warehouse door. A gloved hand—the same one Phenex had neglected to take when offered—came to rest on his shoulder. “We have much to discuss.”
Images flickered to the forefront of his mind, skittering beyond his reach to disappear behind an impenetrable wall of swirling black smoke. Phenex knew all too well what the smoke represented; a mental manifestation of Reeves himself, collecting Phenex’s memories and stacking them one on top of the other like sheaves of paper.
Oh no, you don’t.
Though there was little that could be done about the memories Reeves already had in his possession, Phenex was determined to prevent him from getting hold of any others. Bad enough he’d gotten his hands on those particular memories; Phenex couldn’t afford to let him come away with anything incriminating.
Such as who he really was.
It started with a single spark. Just the barest flicker of red, the colour of dying embers. Then the embers flared to life, flooding the encroaching shadows until they receded, leaving the mental landscape tinged with grey. The sensation of fingers sifting through his mind stilled, gauzy wisps of black recoiling as if burned. Outside of the mental landscape, Phenex thought he heard a gasp, followed by a soft curse.
Had his mental defenses caused actual harm to Reeves?
The answer came in the form of a sudden stab of pain, ice-cold as it thrummed through his temples and flowed down the length of his body. The black cocoon that had surrounded him before Reeves’ mental probing faded from view, taking the pain along with it; leaving Phenex to blink against the sudden brightness of the fluorescent lights overhead.
It was several more seconds before he could see beyond the pinpricks filling his vision. When they cleared, he saw Reeves sitting in his shadowy throne, just as before; only now he held his head in both hands, his breath coming in laboured gasps. Phenex stiffened, unsure what to make of the other’s reaction. Just how much had he seen? Surreptitiously, he darted a glance toward Reeves’ guards. Neither Arkas nor Mereth had moved from their positions, both frozen as if time itself had stopped, slack-jawed and wide-eyed.
“That was…unexpected.”
His gaze snapped back toward Reeves when the other spoke, the Shade having straightened to study him, his expression inscrutable. A tense moment followed, a knot of unease forming in Phenex’s chest, the desire for fight or flight coursing through his muscles until it was all he could do to keep his fires contained.
Reeves spoke again, a ghost of a smile tugging one corner of his mouth. “To think someone else hates humans as much as I do,” he said, rising from his throne with a soft groan. “Even amongst this rabble”—he gestured toward the assortment of demons Phenex hadn’t previously noticed, each one glowering at him with naked fury—“yours is a rare level of hatred, indeed.”
Phenex remained silent, studying Reeves with the same level of intensity the other directed at him. Reeves nodded once, a single, curt gesture, and rose from his throne, extending one gloved hand as he did.
“You’re in.”
“Just like that?” Phenex narrowed his eyes, as much for effect as from genuine suspicion. He didn’t move to take the proffered hand, simply studying its owner with his head cocked to one side. “What’s the catch?”
He thought this might anger Reeves, but his grin only widened, his clear blue eyes touched with a hint of crimson. “Walk with me,” he commanded with a tilt of his chin toward the open warehouse door. A gloved hand—the same one Phenex had neglected to take when offered—came to rest on his shoulder. “We have much to discuss.”
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DDutchguy
DmC hype
In response to the prompt "Describe a room", although I'm technically describing a building and not a room.
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"Second floor, third door on the right." Strange that the person tending the bar would also be the one handing me my room keys. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, given the state of this inn. Wooden walls that could barely pass as stable and chairs that looked like they could break if half a man sat on them. So far only one of them has budged though, surprisingly.
Not like the outside was much better. You'd mistake it for abandoned if there wasn't so much noise going in and out of the building. When even a place like this can attract enough customers to make you feel lost in seconds, it sets a certain standard for the rest of the city. I was quite surprised at how I could get a room with so many people, but once I entered I could see why. All wood, one bar stool for a chair, a small bed and something that I assumed was a desk. It was more like a wooden block really, far too small for the 'chair' in the room. There were no candles in the room, I'll probably have to pay extra to get those. All in all, a place that only someone with no standards could possibly live in.
Home, sweet home.
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"Second floor, third door on the right." Strange that the person tending the bar would also be the one handing me my room keys. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, given the state of this inn. Wooden walls that could barely pass as stable and chairs that looked like they could break if half a man sat on them. So far only one of them has budged though, surprisingly.
Not like the outside was much better. You'd mistake it for abandoned if there wasn't so much noise going in and out of the building. When even a place like this can attract enough customers to make you feel lost in seconds, it sets a certain standard for the rest of the city. I was quite surprised at how I could get a room with so many people, but once I entered I could see why. All wood, one bar stool for a chair, a small bed and something that I assumed was a desk. It was more like a wooden block really, far too small for the 'chair' in the room. There were no candles in the room, I'll probably have to pay extra to get those. All in all, a place that only someone with no standards could possibly live in.
Home, sweet home.
Kurisu
Bunny mom
This is a fragment of a Resident Evil fanfic I'm writing, I had to translate it since it was in Spanish, so I don't if it's 100% accurate right now, but have some Valenfield.
"-... You know? Now that I remember the days on the office, I wanted to play something for you on the guitar for your birthday, but we were so busy that day, and you were really angry with Joseph and Brad...
-... Knowing you, you would probably play La Cucaracha since you're such a dork and I would smack you on the back of the neck.
-But it's La Cucaracha, everyone likes La Cucaracha.
-... You haven't denied that you would do it.
-It's La Cucaracha, Jill! It's like telling someone to not sing Bohemian Rhapsody, you can't just not sing Bohemian Rhapsody!
-Of course you can.
-Is this real life?
-...
-...
-...
-What are you even made of!?"
"-... You know? Now that I remember the days on the office, I wanted to play something for you on the guitar for your birthday, but we were so busy that day, and you were really angry with Joseph and Brad...
-... Knowing you, you would probably play La Cucaracha since you're such a dork and I would smack you on the back of the neck.
-But it's La Cucaracha, everyone likes La Cucaracha.
-... You haven't denied that you would do it.
-It's La Cucaracha, Jill! It's like telling someone to not sing Bohemian Rhapsody, you can't just not sing Bohemian Rhapsody!
-Of course you can.
-Is this real life?
-...
-...
-...
-What are you even made of!?"
TerrorA
Don't mess with a Mage, bitch.
"The young cadet stared at the alien girl. She was bruised, dirty, tired and bleeding. Her yellow eyes glowed softly as she stared at his brandy flask.
"Want some?" Specialist Harlock handed the brandy over to the girl, who snatched at it. She took a huge swing, guzzling it down like a man dying of thirst. Behind her, the jungle stirred. A vine grabbed her ankle, pulling her toward the mouth of a massive toothed bulb. There was a blur of motion, and the entire plant burst into bright blue flames. Harlock grabbed the girl out of the air, his still smoking gun quickly replaced in its holster.
"This place seems a little dangerous." The young human noted. "Want to get out of here? My ship is nearby."
The alien girl smiled up at him and nodded.
"I'm Phantom F. Harlock. What's your name?" The cadet lowered the girl to the ground, never letting go of her hand.
"Miime." She answered.
"Want some?" Specialist Harlock handed the brandy over to the girl, who snatched at it. She took a huge swing, guzzling it down like a man dying of thirst. Behind her, the jungle stirred. A vine grabbed her ankle, pulling her toward the mouth of a massive toothed bulb. There was a blur of motion, and the entire plant burst into bright blue flames. Harlock grabbed the girl out of the air, his still smoking gun quickly replaced in its holster.
"This place seems a little dangerous." The young human noted. "Want to get out of here? My ship is nearby."
The alien girl smiled up at him and nodded.
"I'm Phantom F. Harlock. What's your name?" The cadet lowered the girl to the ground, never letting go of her hand.
"Miime." She answered.
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Kurisu
Bunny mom
Took this from my MGSV fanfic centered on Eli.
"-ELI!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?
-Sh*t...
-GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!-the man demanded, and the kid had to obey reluctantly, sitting next to the scientist.
-Y-You don't have to yell him that much, he's just a kid...
-A KID DOESN'T HIDE INSIDE A CARGO TO SNEAK AWAY ON A CHOPPER THAT GOES STRAIGHT INTO SKULLFACE'S HIDE OUT EMMERICH, HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING, HE'S MATURE ENOUGH FOR THAT! Agh...-he took his sunglasses off and he ran a hand through his face, trying to calm down, looking at the kid after that.-... Explain yourself. Now. Don't make me yell at you more or I'll feel bad."
"-ELI!? WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!?
-Sh*t...
-GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW!-the man demanded, and the kid had to obey reluctantly, sitting next to the scientist.
-Y-You don't have to yell him that much, he's just a kid...
-A KID DOESN'T HIDE INSIDE A CARGO TO SNEAK AWAY ON A CHOPPER THAT GOES STRAIGHT INTO SKULLFACE'S HIDE OUT EMMERICH, HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING, HE'S MATURE ENOUGH FOR THAT! Agh...-he took his sunglasses off and he ran a hand through his face, trying to calm down, looking at the kid after that.-... Explain yourself. Now. Don't make me yell at you more or I'll feel bad."
LuciferHades
Let's rock,babes!!
As Fang glanced up into the cloud blanketed sky, he felt the first few raindrops fall onto his copper face. the silver haired devil carried a small smile that grew into a **** eating grin once the growls of a small army of demons came upon him. "Time to start this crazy party!!" he would yell to no one in particular as he brought out two forty-five caliber handguns named Lux and Nox
Rebel Dynasty
Creator of Microcosms
Part of the final scene of Chapter Eight of The Mythos Trials, wherein Reeves finds his wayward lackey (Lucas) and gives him a chance to redeem himself...
Reeves scanned the endless stretch of snow, drifts rising and falling in all directions with scarcely a landmark to be seen. The odd ice tree stood here and there, delicate branches rimed with frost. Snow swirled wherever the wind touched it, tiny flakes dancing in the air only to settle back down again. If he weren’t so used to the cold—preferring it over heat—Reeves might have wrapped his coat more firmly around him.
Instead, he put one leather-clad hand on top of his head, holding his fedora in place, and ventured farther out into the sea of snowdrifts. Lucas was very close by, the tingle in his spine climbing with every step. If there had been a blizzard, he might not have found the young demon as quickly as he did, secured within one in a series of caves dotted around the continent’s southern ridge. Here were the Selkie breeding grounds, he knew, a dangerous species if ever there was one—made worse when birthing was in full swing.
Reeves carefully avoided the caverns he knew currently held the Selkie clans, melting into the shadows offered by the overhangs and protruding ice walls to surreptitiously glance into each entrance. Some were abandoned, likely from earlier breeding seasons. Others contained small families, Selkie mothers and fathers halfway between their transformations—half human, half seal—with their young nestled in the warm furs of their tails.
His lip curled in disgust at the sight, and he pressed on, feeling Lucas’s presence growing ever stronger from one cavern to the next—until finally, he found him. Lucas stared back at him from deep within the cavern, dark save for a lone lantern sitting in the very middle. Scarlet eyes revealed just what Reeves suspected they would; that Lucas had expected his arrival, and was no less fearful for it.
“Reeves,” he managed, his throat bobbing when he swallowed. “I take it you know what happened during the trials.” It wasn’t a question. With the trace Lucas had attached not only to the daemon, but to himself, it was all too obvious that Reeves would have been keeping close tabs on him.
“I saw enough,” Reeves replied, stepping forward so that he was framed by the cavern’s entrance—and thereby blocking Lucas’s only means of escape. “But I figured I’d come and hear it from you. So, what happened, Lucas? Why did you flee?”
“If I hadn’t, she would’ve killed me.” A flicker of defiance, and he went on in a more controlled tone, “You’ve seen for yourself what the girl is capable of, thanks to Vajra’s power. How can I make good on our agreement if I allow myself to be killed in the process?”
Reeves curbed his first impulse to strike out, to end the lower level demon’s life. Instead, he smiled; the kind of smile that promised retribution if the recipient didn’t toe the line. “Have a care, Lucas. I am your superior. That being said”—he paused, leaning his left shoulder against the cavern entrance with his arms crossed—“there’s sense in what you say. There’s no reason for you to fear me, not yet. After all, who among us hasn’t underestimated the enemy? No, you’ll find I can be quite…reasonable.”
Lucas frowned, eyeing him warily. “What are you driving at?”
Such impertinence. Aloud, Reeves said, “What I’m saying is there’s no reason to cast you out just yet. Don’t you get it, Lucas?” His smile grew, flashing white teeth. “I’m giving you another chance.”
A pregnant pause followed, Lucas staring at him in dumbfounded silence. Then, “You mean it? You’re giving me another shot at the girl?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion, red reflecting from between thick, dark lashes. “Why?”
Reeves gave a careless shrug. “Call it goodwill, or call it whatever you like,” he declared, unfolding his arms and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I don’t care either way. Just know one thing.” Here he paused for effect, lip twitching at the wary curiosity flickering across Lucas’s face.
“Yes?”
Reeves went on, gaze boring into Lucas’s. “Should you fail again, I will take matters into my own hands—and you can just imagine where that will leave you. Now, have I made myself clear, or do you have any more questions?”
“Crystal.” Lucas got to his feet, rising slowly. His shadow stretched out behind him, dancing in the orange lamplight. “What would you have of me now, then?”
Hmm… Eager to prove your worth again, eh? Good, I like that.
Reeves stepped back from the cavern’s entrance, spinning on his heel so that his back was to Lucas. He considered his question, a plethora of possible errands springing to mind. Then turning back to him, he replied, “Until we get a fix on the girl and her guardians again, perhaps our time would be better spent winning over some new allies.”
Lucas stared at him blankly, uncomprehending.
“It’s not just faeries and satyrs roaming Mythos,” Reeves pointed out, mouth curling into a savage grin when understanding lit Lucas’s gaze. “I think it’s time we took a page from our enemy’s book, and did some recruiting of our own.”
Instead, he put one leather-clad hand on top of his head, holding his fedora in place, and ventured farther out into the sea of snowdrifts. Lucas was very close by, the tingle in his spine climbing with every step. If there had been a blizzard, he might not have found the young demon as quickly as he did, secured within one in a series of caves dotted around the continent’s southern ridge. Here were the Selkie breeding grounds, he knew, a dangerous species if ever there was one—made worse when birthing was in full swing.
Reeves carefully avoided the caverns he knew currently held the Selkie clans, melting into the shadows offered by the overhangs and protruding ice walls to surreptitiously glance into each entrance. Some were abandoned, likely from earlier breeding seasons. Others contained small families, Selkie mothers and fathers halfway between their transformations—half human, half seal—with their young nestled in the warm furs of their tails.
His lip curled in disgust at the sight, and he pressed on, feeling Lucas’s presence growing ever stronger from one cavern to the next—until finally, he found him. Lucas stared back at him from deep within the cavern, dark save for a lone lantern sitting in the very middle. Scarlet eyes revealed just what Reeves suspected they would; that Lucas had expected his arrival, and was no less fearful for it.
“Reeves,” he managed, his throat bobbing when he swallowed. “I take it you know what happened during the trials.” It wasn’t a question. With the trace Lucas had attached not only to the daemon, but to himself, it was all too obvious that Reeves would have been keeping close tabs on him.
“I saw enough,” Reeves replied, stepping forward so that he was framed by the cavern’s entrance—and thereby blocking Lucas’s only means of escape. “But I figured I’d come and hear it from you. So, what happened, Lucas? Why did you flee?”
“If I hadn’t, she would’ve killed me.” A flicker of defiance, and he went on in a more controlled tone, “You’ve seen for yourself what the girl is capable of, thanks to Vajra’s power. How can I make good on our agreement if I allow myself to be killed in the process?”
Reeves curbed his first impulse to strike out, to end the lower level demon’s life. Instead, he smiled; the kind of smile that promised retribution if the recipient didn’t toe the line. “Have a care, Lucas. I am your superior. That being said”—he paused, leaning his left shoulder against the cavern entrance with his arms crossed—“there’s sense in what you say. There’s no reason for you to fear me, not yet. After all, who among us hasn’t underestimated the enemy? No, you’ll find I can be quite…reasonable.”
Lucas frowned, eyeing him warily. “What are you driving at?”
Such impertinence. Aloud, Reeves said, “What I’m saying is there’s no reason to cast you out just yet. Don’t you get it, Lucas?” His smile grew, flashing white teeth. “I’m giving you another chance.”
A pregnant pause followed, Lucas staring at him in dumbfounded silence. Then, “You mean it? You’re giving me another shot at the girl?” His eyes narrowed in suspicion, red reflecting from between thick, dark lashes. “Why?”
Reeves gave a careless shrug. “Call it goodwill, or call it whatever you like,” he declared, unfolding his arms and shoving his hands into his pockets. “I don’t care either way. Just know one thing.” Here he paused for effect, lip twitching at the wary curiosity flickering across Lucas’s face.
“Yes?”
Reeves went on, gaze boring into Lucas’s. “Should you fail again, I will take matters into my own hands—and you can just imagine where that will leave you. Now, have I made myself clear, or do you have any more questions?”
“Crystal.” Lucas got to his feet, rising slowly. His shadow stretched out behind him, dancing in the orange lamplight. “What would you have of me now, then?”
Hmm… Eager to prove your worth again, eh? Good, I like that.
Reeves stepped back from the cavern’s entrance, spinning on his heel so that his back was to Lucas. He considered his question, a plethora of possible errands springing to mind. Then turning back to him, he replied, “Until we get a fix on the girl and her guardians again, perhaps our time would be better spent winning over some new allies.”
Lucas stared at him blankly, uncomprehending.
“It’s not just faeries and satyrs roaming Mythos,” Reeves pointed out, mouth curling into a savage grin when understanding lit Lucas’s gaze. “I think it’s time we took a page from our enemy’s book, and did some recruiting of our own.”
Sparda's rejected son
For Edenoi!
A small excerpt from "Cyborg Fighting Super Riders." My original story. (Rough draft sample)
"Tell me, Said Victor. "Did you know a man named 'Efrain Sanchez?' "
"No." Koko replies. "Other than my father, I knew none of the abducted scientists. They were merely D.E.A.T.H.'s pawns. Nobodies."
"My father wasn't a nobody."
Victor shoots up from his seat and reels his fist back. Danny and Beth jump from their seats and get in between the two. Koko stares out of the window smirking.
"Tell me, Said Victor. "Did you know a man named 'Efrain Sanchez?' "
"No." Koko replies. "Other than my father, I knew none of the abducted scientists. They were merely D.E.A.T.H.'s pawns. Nobodies."
"My father wasn't a nobody."
Victor shoots up from his seat and reels his fist back. Danny and Beth jump from their seats and get in between the two. Koko stares out of the window smirking.
Rebel Dynasty
Creator of Microcosms
Another excerpt from The Mythos Trials:
With his back to them, he flicked his wrist, a burst of flame followed by white smoke drifting from his upturned fingertips. A slender, golden feather glinted in the sun’s gentle glow, the quill pinched between his thumb and forefinger. No sooner had he summoned it did he let it go, Gwen watching its lazy descent to the ground, seesawing back and forth to land between one of the deep fissures.
He summoned another, and another, his movements becoming so quick and precise Gwen could scarcely see through the flashes of red flame and the curling of smoke. She watched each one flutter to the ground, traces of gold, orange, red, purple and blue catching her eye before a sudden gust of wind sent them hurtling across the Barren Lands.
It was only upon realizing the wind was coming from Forneus’s hands, the runes etched into his rings glowing with dazzling, blue light, that she finally understood. If the Barren Lands as a whole needed healing, then Phenex’s feathers—the conduits by which he could focus more concentrated bursts of healing magic—would need to be scattered across the land like a blanket of golden down.
Gwen’s breath caught in her throat. Even now, after all of the time she had spent in their company—after all of the horrors she’d experienced and had borne witness to—she couldn’t help marvelling at the power they possessed. The magic of it all. Before she’d met them, Gwen had long since stopped believing in fairy tales and the magic that went with them. And while she knew the magic surrounding their lifestyles was anything but a fairy tale, it was hard for her to approach it with the same cynicism she once had.
In spite of it all the pain and suffering, all the sacrifice and terror—their world, the ether they controlled and that comprised their life force, was all of the light and beauty filling an otherwise ugly and dangerous world. She believed that, had to believe it. When the remaining option was to give into despair, there was no other choice.
But more than anything, they made it easy to believe. Not just Forneus and Phenex, but everyone she had grown attached to over the past few months; Apollo, Asclepius, Lyka and her wolves, Lonali…
Astral.
He summoned another, and another, his movements becoming so quick and precise Gwen could scarcely see through the flashes of red flame and the curling of smoke. She watched each one flutter to the ground, traces of gold, orange, red, purple and blue catching her eye before a sudden gust of wind sent them hurtling across the Barren Lands.
It was only upon realizing the wind was coming from Forneus’s hands, the runes etched into his rings glowing with dazzling, blue light, that she finally understood. If the Barren Lands as a whole needed healing, then Phenex’s feathers—the conduits by which he could focus more concentrated bursts of healing magic—would need to be scattered across the land like a blanket of golden down.
Gwen’s breath caught in her throat. Even now, after all of the time she had spent in their company—after all of the horrors she’d experienced and had borne witness to—she couldn’t help marvelling at the power they possessed. The magic of it all. Before she’d met them, Gwen had long since stopped believing in fairy tales and the magic that went with them. And while she knew the magic surrounding their lifestyles was anything but a fairy tale, it was hard for her to approach it with the same cynicism she once had.
In spite of it all the pain and suffering, all the sacrifice and terror—their world, the ether they controlled and that comprised their life force, was all of the light and beauty filling an otherwise ugly and dangerous world. She believed that, had to believe it. When the remaining option was to give into despair, there was no other choice.
But more than anything, they made it easy to believe. Not just Forneus and Phenex, but everyone she had grown attached to over the past few months; Apollo, Asclepius, Lyka and her wolves, Lonali…
Astral.
Rebel Dynasty
Creator of Microcosms
Just a tiny snippet from the last scene of Chapter Twenty-Three (The Mythos Trials).
I dunno, I just really like the way this part came out, simple as it is--no changes to it during this round of edits, either.
Gwen inhaled deeply, expelling her breath on a sigh. The mountain air was crisp and clean, the forest lining the footpath alive with the sounds of woodland creatures. Dew covered everything, from the heavy leaves of the Esperian Oaks, to the spider webs woven between the branches, making them glitter as if thousands of tiny crystals had been threaded into them. The grass was cool and wet beneath her shoes, the hems of her pant legs damp where it grew thickest. With barely a cloud to be seen in the sky, it was difficult to picture the events of the night before.
How can everything look so beautiful and bright when Mythos is on the verge of war?
How can everything look so beautiful and bright when Mythos is on the verge of war?
I dunno, I just really like the way this part came out, simple as it is--no changes to it during this round of edits, either.
Dante's Stalker
"Outrun this!"
I always feel a little bit... I don't know, egotistical?, when I post bits from my work that I think are funny/good/enjoyable. I don't know if they actually are any good but this stupid compulsion to post and share as soon as I think I've got an entertaining scene won't leave me be.
Anyway, I'm doing a rewrite of fanfic-morph-originalish and my two main characters just had this scene go down. I thought it was a bit funny that the male MC called my female lead out.
Literally not even two minutes after this.... (same scene a paragraph later)
She just got owned. POW!
Anyway, I'm doing a rewrite of fanfic-morph-originalish and my two main characters just had this scene go down. I thought it was a bit funny that the male MC called my female lead out.
Literally not even two minutes after this.... (same scene a paragraph later)
:laugh:
She just got owned. POW!
Sparda's rejected son
For Edenoi!
(A excerpt from my original work "Cyborg Fighting Super Riders.")
Inside the secret base of the Super Riders, Professor Backwash slams his head against a table.
“Where are those numbskulls?” He says. “What part of ’Koko outside of her tube equals danger’ do they not get?”
Ms. Liz strolls into the large, blue room carrying a briefcase. She places the briefcase on the table and pops it open. Inside are the completed Rider Weapons.
“Man I’m tired.” She says. “Between making sure the paint on these bad boys dry and the customers upstairs, I should be promoted. What do you think Professor? Care to raise the cost of my living wages?”
“You live here for free.” He replies. “So you were upstairs the whole time? Honestly Ms. Liz, terrible timing, just terrible.”
“So that’s a no?” Liz sighs. “Well I am a waitress Professor. I do have my duties you know.”
“You should prioritize your duties.” Says Backwash. “Defeating D.E.A.T.H. comes first. Although those weapons do look lovely. What kind of paint did you use?” Ah, I’m losing track of what is important. Where are those numbskulls with my daughter?”
“’Mr. Sparkle’s fancy paint.’” Says Liz. “Anyway knowing your daughter she probably ran off on them.”
Backwash shoots daggers at Liz but then sighs. He knows she’s right but doesn’t want to hear it.
“Well since you’re hitting the nail on the head.” He says. “Any idea why Winecooler retreated?”
“None.” She replies. “But spit-balling ideas here. I’d say Death called them back. Well my break is over, see you later Professor.”
“Seriously Liz?” He says. “Koko is on the lose, Master Death could very well be in town and those numbskulls didn’t heed my warning. I’m so frustrated. I need to ease my mind, maybe I’ll work on those Rider Cycles.”
Inside the secret base of the Super Riders, Professor Backwash slams his head against a table.
“Where are those numbskulls?” He says. “What part of ’Koko outside of her tube equals danger’ do they not get?”
Ms. Liz strolls into the large, blue room carrying a briefcase. She places the briefcase on the table and pops it open. Inside are the completed Rider Weapons.
“Man I’m tired.” She says. “Between making sure the paint on these bad boys dry and the customers upstairs, I should be promoted. What do you think Professor? Care to raise the cost of my living wages?”
“You live here for free.” He replies. “So you were upstairs the whole time? Honestly Ms. Liz, terrible timing, just terrible.”
“So that’s a no?” Liz sighs. “Well I am a waitress Professor. I do have my duties you know.”
“You should prioritize your duties.” Says Backwash. “Defeating D.E.A.T.H. comes first. Although those weapons do look lovely. What kind of paint did you use?” Ah, I’m losing track of what is important. Where are those numbskulls with my daughter?”
“’Mr. Sparkle’s fancy paint.’” Says Liz. “Anyway knowing your daughter she probably ran off on them.”
Backwash shoots daggers at Liz but then sighs. He knows she’s right but doesn’t want to hear it.
“Well since you’re hitting the nail on the head.” He says. “Any idea why Winecooler retreated?”
“None.” She replies. “But spit-balling ideas here. I’d say Death called them back. Well my break is over, see you later Professor.”
“Seriously Liz?” He says. “Koko is on the lose, Master Death could very well be in town and those numbskulls didn’t heed my warning. I’m so frustrated. I need to ease my mind, maybe I’ll work on those Rider Cycles.”
TerrorA
Don't mess with a Mage, bitch.
Sparda's rejected son
For Edenoi!
1. I'll PM you a link to the chapters. I don't think I can link to another forum in this manner.
2. Is that the name for Korean's dub of Gokaiger? (And/Super Megaforce) Or is that a fan fic?
TerrorA
Don't mess with a Mage, bitch.
It's a fanfic I'm writing. 20 chapters so far. First chapters are......wonky, but I think it gets better.
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/10768473/1/Power-Rangers-Pirate-Squadron