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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
France x Reader Prom?
France x Reader
You sat in history class, bored out of your mind when you began to rummage through your bag. It was the usual, gum, pens, pencils, index cards, keys. Basically everything but a hammer and nails. But then there was something you weren't used to in the bag. Pulling it out, you soon discovered it was a tin Altoids mint box.
You blinked, completely confused as you don’t usually buy mints, nor would you keep them in your bag. So you opened the little silver, white, and green box. Inside were three red rose petals and on the top the word ‘prom?’ was written. You bit your lip as you knew who gave you this from the roses, and it of course was Francis. But sadly you already had a date and you had to tell your blonde chum the news.
So when the final bell rang you went to the student parking lot where Francis stood, back against his car. When he looked over his straight face turned into a room brightening smile which only made your hear
MLP: Earning Your Stripes
"Rise and shine, little Shani," The sweet and caring sound of the loving mother's voice whispers to her daughter upon entering her bedroom, "Time to start a new day, my precious filly."
Opening her eyes onto the brightness of the day gleaming down into her room from the window, the young zebra releases a great yawn and blinks a few times, "Mmmmm...." Shani moans, realizing that she and her her body not completely awaken yet.
"We have much to do today...so get ready and we can be on our way~" Subira, the lovely mare with the archery cutie mark, pats the head of her precious foal in a gentle way...and leaves to rejoin her husband who awaits on the outside of their little hut.
"Yes, Mama...." Shani mutters and yawns once more, wishing not to have to get up this day...since there are chores to be done. In this little filly's mind, she prays for any chance to avoid any work and just have fun for the day.
Just then out of
ATWC's CarnEvil part 1Prologue
When the Moon is full and trees are bare -
Walk through the Cemetery if you dare.
Where skeletons rot and corpses fester -
Locate the tomb with the skull of a Jester
Feed him the token all shiny and new-
It is then that CarnEvil will return for YOU!
It was a dark and starry night in the town of Moonlight town as the Halloween spirit was all around the place. Near the locate town grave yard, the yearly ‘Ghost Tour’ was going on as a tractor pulling a wagon rode the pathway with the folks either scared or excited. Course, they had no idea what event would becoming to them…
Near the front of the grave yard, three figures had jumped the francs and jumped down, landing perfectly on their feet.
The first was a twenty year old woman with waist long brown hair with had a blue hair clip in it and a stream of hair that had purple and blue breads, black eyes, and was wearing white sleeve less top with a bit of a collar on it and a blue cross on it, a diamo
Fight on!! Hero-Man!! "Evil villains, beware!! I am Hero-Man!!" roared the small child among the countless block towers and skyscrapers made of old VHS tapes. He sported a large crimson cape, gloves on his hands that he had taken from his father's shed that were much too big for him, brown boots, and a jet-black mask that covered the upper half of his face. He stood on the tip-toes of his right foot as he brought other leg's knee up to his hunched-over chest and spread his arms out- making a V-shape with them- and looked to his invisible foe, glaring with righteous fury.
"Your days are numbered!!" he cried out as he began shifting into yet another pose. "I, the warrior of justice, will defeat you!!"
He punched the air with all his might- an explosion erupting from behind him as he did so- and saw his foe fall down with an earth-shattering thud. Our Hero-Man turned around and gave a thumbs up, signalling another glorious victory against the forces of evil- and
PMD-U: Frosty Festivities 2- Story TellingIt was one long, fun day. Everyone had their fun in various different activities and I’m glad that includes me. The Hunters made a good job decorating the exterior and interior of the bar and they were gorgeous. I didn’t do much other then showing the dance moves I learned back home and everyone liked it. Maybe it’s the fast pace music that got my feet movin’ wildly on dance floor.
And as for our two drinkers in the bar earlier that day…
Leif was knocked out and I had to help her partner, Coroline, to move her away to lie down. She was so drunk that she became really unstable and began mumbling nonsense. Thankfully, Ayami had some ice for her forehead just in case she got a hangover after she woke up and trust me, it’s really gonna hurt.
Grace, on the other hand, managed to stay her cool and didn’t get wasted. But of course, she works in a bar herself so I guess that really makes her holding up better than others.
After nightfall, I joined a gr
The WaterYou undress and leave your clothes in a heap. You turn on the water and step into the shower, not waiting until the water heats up. It's ice cold and stabs you like knives, but you stand there anyway. The water grows warmer; your body stays tense though until you realize you are shaking.
You shake and tremble, your mind just a jumble of panicked thoughts and lost wishes. You feel your knees buckle and you sink to the shower's floor. You stay there as the scalding water beats upon you, your skin turning pink in its relentless heat. You feel the burning, but you don't care. Anything to distract you from the pain of your heart breaking to bits. As the water cools, you become aware of what's around you.
A knock on the door. Are you okay? a voice shouts. You call back, your voice just wet, broken words of confirmation. The words are a lie. Just one lie in the midst of many: I'm fine.
You shut off the water. But the water won't stop. The w
The Boy Made of Jigsaw PiecesOnce, there was a boy made of jigsaw pieces.
His skin was a shell of interconnecting chunks of plastic. When he laughed, when he smiled, when he cried or frowned or simply furrowed his brow out of curiosity, these pieces fell away. When they came loose, the chaos underneath was exposed. A kaleidoscopic array of colours fit for a seizure. He would quickly collect the pieces and clumsily put them back in place. He didn’t want to see the colours. He did not want to know what they meant.
He decided that emotions made the pieces fall away. So, to protect himself, he did everything he could to stay away from feeling anything. He avoided the things he liked for fear that he may feel joy. He told what little friends he’d made to stay away lest they make him laugh. He stayed away from everything, and sat in the corner. He watched as his family seemed to go on with life without him. He silently listened to teachers as they gave drawn out lectures and students as they made jokes
The Best Nightmare Night Ever *Vore Story*
Written by Shrunken-LittleBro12 and ExplodingClay
Edited by Alticron
It was Nightmare Night in Ponyville and everypony was getting into their costumes. And tonight was a special Nightmare Night, for Luna would be visiting the town once again. Somewhere in Ponyville, Pipsqueak was eager to get into his new pirate costume and collect as much candy as his bag could carry for this Nightmare Night was going to be a very special one; his favorite princess of all time was going to visit Ponyville.
“I can't wait to see her again.” he gave a joyous glee. Pipsqueak put the final touches of his costume on, placing his eye patch on his right eye, grabbing his toy sword and trick bag and running out the door, and just in time to see Luna's chariot coming across the sky towards Ponyville's town square.
Pip excitedly watched as Princess Luna made her grand entrance. The dark blue alicorn wore a dark hooded cloak much like the one she had worn the last Nightmare Night. All the ponies bowed
Dinner"We're going to have to make dinner ourselves tonight," Katherine said, taking some lettuce and pickles from the fridge. She opened the freezer to look inside then just shut it.
"Why?" I asked. I knew I shouldn't question her. She was twelve and the oldest, so she knew what to do, obviously. She opened the cuboard and picked up a loaf of bread. She placed them on the counter and turned to me.
"Mom's not coming back," she said gently and sadly. I could hear the wet brokeness in her voice.
"What about tomorrow?" I asked desperately. I didn't like the sound of those words 'not coming back,' "She can't be gone forever."
"Karlie," she put her face in her hands and took a big breath followed by a noise that sounded more like a sob than a sigh. She removed her hands and her eyes were watery, "Mom's not coming back tomorrow. She's not coming back ever."
"What?" My brow furrowed. Not coming back. Ever. She's never coming back. The
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
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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