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AC: D - Potential Pt. 1February, 2010
If there's one thing that they don't exaggerate when telling you about living as an Assassin in this day and age, it's that hiding is an absolute priority. The Knights Templar(Or better known by their most outstanding company of today, Abstergo Industries.) have their eyes- and hands- on everything. They know who you are right down to the most accurate detail; What you do for a living, your spending habits, and even what television channel you visit the most... The Knights Templar have the world firmly in their grasp.
But for some, like Edwin Albright, there is little to no information on. Just one of the small handful of people that Abstergo has yet to uncover. The same could be said about the other three that resided in the car with him. Two men, and a woman, all seated around Edwin, who was in the backseat, his head resting in his hand as he stared out the tinted window.
"Still alive back there, sunshine?" Asked one of the occupants. Rigby, to be
Guardian On a humid summer night, a girl sits alone in her room, reading. She is a beautiful girl, with fair skin, radiant hazel eyes and long, russet hair that rests wildly down her back. Indeed, she is beautiful. But in her own eyes, she is less than satisfactory.
Modesty, such a beautiful trait.
Periodically, she takes her attention away from her book to look outside her window. Not because she is scared of the moonlit landscape, but because she is waiting for someone. Almost as if on cue, she recollects the day she met a boy who seemingly fell from the sky...
Months ago, while the girl was on her way to school, a stranger had fallen from the sky and landed before her. There were no signs of a warning, the day had so far been ordinary and like any other before it. Thus, the girl was taken completely by surprise as she thought the figure before him was dead. It was even more of a surprise when the figure, a boy, rose back to his f
Guardian AngelSo, I wake up right? Like, in the dream, I wake up, and I'm laying in the middle of a street. So I sit up and look around, trying to get a grasp of the situation. I'm in the middle of a street in a city, where it's almost sundown. Everyone is gone, except for me. I look around, everything is still here, some things are on, some are off. Like everybody just up and left in the middle of whatever they were doing.
So, after a few minutes of walking around, I do what any normal person would do in this situation- loot! And that keeps me occupied for a couple hours. It's such fun. Taking what I want. Doing what I want. When I want, how I want. But, as soon as sundown hits, I'm looking for a place to sleep for the night, so I start trying to pick a lock to an apartment building. That's when I hear her.
There's an eerie crying in the distance, only noticable by a very attentive ear. I shrug it off, thinking it's simply just part of my imagination. I continue with the lock, and the crying gets l
I wanna be her saviour..."Why?"
Her own question, unanswered.
You fell silent and looked down....
I stumble to find my original question;
To offer help.
Guardians - Chapter 4"Shine, bright morning light"
As the two companions made their way to Kamaratara, Landon thought about last night's events and Erik played his lute and occasionally hummed a tune. The sun began to rise, marking the dawn of a new day. The two companions continued their journey to Kamaratara, not saying a word along the way.
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"Halt! State your business!" ordered a Kamarian guard. He and his partner, both clad in crimson armour, guarded the stone gateway into Kamaratara. Landon was the first to speak. "I am Lance Corporal Landon. Of the Mrismian Guard. I am here strictly for rectreational purposes and to see the Princess." he replied.
The guard approached Landon and held out his hand. "Show me your seal." he ordered.
Guardians - Chapter 3"Los Lobos - Continued"
As the Los Lobos pack jumped at him, Landon shoved his Heat Sword into the ground, puthis goggles over his eyes, and hopped onto his sword and jumped off of it as soon as the Los Lobos pack hit his last position. "Haha! That the best you can do?" he laughed as he landed. Turning around, he was sliced over the shoulder by the pack's leader. Landon spun around slowely and then dropped to his knees and held hiw new wound. "Dammit... why now?" he asked himself. The gash was wide, and messy.
A figure jumped out of the trees. It was a male. Human by the looks of his shape, and carried what looked like a Longsword and a Rifle. The newcommer seemed to vanish again as quickly as he had come onto the seen, just to reappear behind one of the Los Lobos and impale it throught the back with his Longsword. Then he vanished again, and reappeared behind another to stab it in the back of the head with his knife, killing it instantly. The newcommer dispatched the rest of the Los L
Landon R + V RPName: Landon Kisuke
Age: 15 as of season 1 in R + V
Date of birth: June 3rd
Hair color: Blood Red
Eye color: Deep Blue
Youkai(actual race): Half Dragon
Likes: Summer Weather, the moon, the rain, girls, drawing, cooking, a couple sports, sleeping, relaxing.
Dislikes: Extreme cold, most sports, annoying things, hybrid youkai(gets real defensive around them), most human school subjects.
Personality: Silent type, but is nice and easy going around friends or women. Normally caught in the wrong situation with girls (I.e., tripping and accidentilly looking up their skirts and then getting kicked in the face.), is really determined when a friend is in trouble, always trying to be charming.
Pantsu pantsu color XDCuz if you've seen the anime you know why XD: Gray Boxers (XD)
Bio: Seeing as he was born into a dragon family, Landon was forced to fight for a living and was scolded when trying to avoid fights in human schools. He was later kicked out of his home and put into the Youkai Academy at ag
Guardians - Chapter 2"Los Lobos"
Landon stepped through the throne room of the Mrismia Castle. An old man dressed in black ceremonial robes sat in his throne. His hands still on his wooden staff. Beside him, a man dressed in Mrismia Alto Commander armour stood his his hands behind his back and his head facing the ground. Landon stopped and kneeled before the King of Mrismia. "Grandfather." he then looked at the guard. "Father." he then bowed his head.
The guard shot a look at Landon. "That's 'my king', and 'Alto Commander', Lance Corporal Landon."
"S-sorry... Alto Commander." he answered.
"That's better." replied Landon's father, Garrus. "Now, Landon, we have charged you with assembling a powerful team for us. Do this right, and we may promote you to a Sergeant. Assuming you can do this right." The Alto Commander ordered. Landon frowned, "Yessir." Landon replied as he stood up. He bowed once more and then left the throne room.
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Having made it to No Man's Forest at sundown, Landon shutter
Mrismia InfoAUTHORS NOTES:
The streets of the Mrismia capital are divided into sections. Seven to be presice.
The capital itself is widely based on a mixture of Ta-Metru from bionicle and Bowerstone of Fable II.
0- While not neccessarily counting as a section, This is Castle Mrismia. Now, the castlegrounds itself has only the most valuable items and the best food in the market area. Then there's the Citadel area. The tower rises about 105 floors, all used equally for various things. The Citadel is the tallest building in the Mrismia Capital. There are many other areas in the castlegrounds like an archives, armory, all that stuff, also.
1- Seeing as they go in numerical order, Section 1 is the Cleanest and most beautiful part of the Mrismia Capital. As such, only the most royal, and wealthy live here. Although there are a couple of lower class families scattered around. Normally these people are the merchants that work in this Section. The Mrismia Castle grounds are located here in the d
The World of Magic part 1Prologue: From One World to Another
It was a beautiful day in Paris as a van drove up to what looked to be an old and abandoned factor. The van came to a stop as four figures climbed out of it.
The first was a grey raccoon with brown eyes and was wearing a black eye mask, a blue hat, a blue shirt with a yellow collar, blue gloves with yellow bands around them, a yellow belt with a blue/yellow raccoon symbol in the middle of it, a brown back pack, a red leg pack, and blue boots. His name was Sly Cooper.
The second was a male turtle that was in a wheel chair and had on glasses, a safari hat with some pens and pencils being held by the band, bulletproof vest, along with a grey button-up shirt underneath his vest, grey gloves, and shoes. His name was Bentley.
The third was a pink hippo wearing black goggles, a red mark with a yellow arrow on top, a white scarf, a bright blue short sleeve shirt, a brown belt, red finger gloves with strings hanging off of them and red boots. His name
What even is Gardening? Errand #7 Ven gave a low yawn as he laid down on Brutus’ wooly afro. He was quite drained this morning as Brutus carried him everywhere. For once Brutus didn’t seem so serious like usual. In fact he seemed to have a slight smile at he trotted through the city. Ven was quite suspicious of Brutus’ action. Did he get hit by a happy beam? Or Simple Beam gone wrong… He said nothing however, keeping his thoughts to himself.
Brutus seemed to halt causing Ven to raise a lazy eye. He could several Pokemon planting berries, saplings even large trees in an open space. “You got to be kidding me…,” Ven muttered under his breath. I didn’t sign up for this… He draped the hood over his head not wanting to be bothered by others. His amber eyes peered through the shroud as he kept watch.
Laughter is the CureIan was at the Pokemon Center, his pokemon were being checked out by nurse joy. He decided to take a walk while it was going on. However in the hall Nurse Joy comes out looking a little depressed. He watched her go into the break room and decided to follow her. Inside she was sitting at a table.
"Hey Nurse Joy what's wrong?" Ian asked.
"Oh I've been working so hard lately, sometimes I worry I'll screw up." Nurse Joy explained with a sigh.
"That's nuts, you’re a great Nurse."
Nurse Joy sighed a little bit, Ian then noticed that her shoes had slipped off a bit revealing her bare feet. It was then that Ian had an idea to cheer her up. He sits in a chair across from her and props her feet on his lap.
"What are you doing?" She asked puzzled.
"You need a visit from the tickle monster." Ian smirked.
He began skittering his fingers along her bare soles making the nurse laugh hard. His fingers tortured her toes under and inbetween them, she squirmed hard trying really hard not to kick him
The Driveway Across from Mineby Emily F. B.
How did she do it? I wondered. How was she always perfect?
I slammed the piano keys…a childish thing, I know. Looking out my living room window, I saw the driveway across from mine. My neighbor was there, as she was every afternoon, checking the mailbox.
Luella and I were not friends. I guess I had always kept away. Yet still, I watched her from a distance. I saw her out and about in our suburb, and every time I did, bitter thoughts grew about how I wished Karen was Luella, and Luella was Karen.
Luella was everything I wasn’t. She looked content and talented, and the way she walked and talked seemed flawless. Whenever she tossed her dark hair, I would finger my own mop, and whenever she danced down her driveway to peek in the mailbox, I would seethe at my own awkward ways. Worst of all, she was always smiling…smiling like she had some wonderful secret hid
Inside The Wall'sOh good, Elvire thought, they finally left. She walked up the staircase, and pushed on the wall until it opened up. She was in the living room of a house, she had come from behind the bookcase. Elvire, walked into the kitchen and began to take small bits and pieces of the food. Not enough for someone to notice but enough to keep her going for a few more days. She brought the food downstairs and grabbed a bucket which she brought upstairs and filled with clean water. Knowing that the family wouldn't be back for a while Elvire started a load of laundry, singing and old Celtic tune, while she worked. After she had everything she needed from the house she went back downstairs closing the bookcase just as she heard the door open.
"Hello!!! Anyone home?" A male voice called. The house was silent, "Mom, Dad! You here?" he walked to the table and found a note there saying that his parent's would be out for a while. He sighed and sat down turning the tv on. Elvire could hear everything from ins
.:CONTEST:.Cruciverba!<<Due orizzontale, cinque lettere…>> bisbigliò tra sé e sé una riccia castana mordicchiando la penna <<Si usa per proteggere la testa…il casco!>> esclamò, per poi scrivere una lettera per ogni quadratino bianco sul foglio.
“Molto bene” pensò infine, alzando la testa e sollevando il cappellino nero. “Di questo passo, terminerò presto il cruciverba e forse potrò andare a fare un giro!”
Gettò uno sguardo fuori dalla finestra, speranzosa, osservando il cielo grigio e nuvoloso. Un tuono potente rimbombò nell'aria, facendola sussultare.
<<A quanto pare no.>> disse con una nota di sarcasmo nella voce.
Stava piovendo e sembrava non avesse alcuna intenzione di smettere, o almeno non prima di aver allagato mezza Mobius. Le gocce cadevano disordinatamente sul vetro della finestra, lasciando dietro di loro una scia trasparente a mano a mano che scendevano. Era proprio una gior
A Midnight StrollWinter brought cold temperatures and gray fog to the city of London and, as the residents went about their business, collars were turned up and everyone wore gloves.
For a Miss Rebecca Batley, the turn of weather was refreshing.
The air, though cold, was much preferable to the hot humidity of the summer. At least in the winter, the roaring fires in the bank she worked at did well in their job to keep out the chill that threatened to penetrate the marble halls where as there was little to do about the summer heat.
It was December 19th on this particular night and Rebecca had decided to stay late in order to get all the accounting done that she needed to for that week. With Christmas and the end of the year just around the corner, the bank was a busy place.
They had been so swamped that day that she hadn’t been able to do all of her work so she stayed until the street lights began to be lit outside.
“You’re still here Miss?” The voice shook her from her work
The Affliction of the Longest LifeA man made a deal with Death, asking for a life longer than any had ever had.
Death agreed, making no catches, no ironic deals.
When this happened, the man asked Death, "Why am I not given a curse?"
Death simply replied, "You will see."
The man thanked Death. The latter merely explained that he will be back again another day.
Life went on for the man, and slowly his grace began to fragment. He lived long after his best friend. Then his wife. Then his children.
Soon after all, the man was alone. And for several more years, it would remain such.
Then he loved again, and found another friend. He birthed more children. But again the cycle repeated. And it would repeat several more times until the man decided that he wanted no more.
So he shouted for Death.
No answer came.
He shouted again.
No answer came.
Centuries of shouting had turned to millennia. Still Death relented to visit.
But one day, just as the man sat down, in the chair beside him arrived Death, a weathered hourg
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