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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 0:48:31 GMT
Another day, another job to do. If Jobbies, the God of Jobs, had one purpose to life, it was getting jobs. Or doing jobs. Or both. Sometimes he had too many jobs to handle. And then he was sad. But today he was not. So already this was going really well. “Jobbies!” Jobbies turned at the sound of his name being called. It was Gluteus Maximus, the God of Butts. He was looking very constipated today. Jobbies frowned. But at least he did not look irritable or explosive. That could always be nasty. “What is it?” “There’s a new god coming over today,” Gluteus Maximus said, his face twitching from his possible constipation. “You should go talk to Noob.” Jobbies hated talking to Noob. Noob was the Goddess of all things new, and stupid. She had been saddled with two areas of influence. Lucky ducky. “Do I have to?” he asked. Gluteus Maximus nodded, all sincere. Jobbies sighed. “Fine.” He floated across the fluffy clouds to the Hall of Noobs and Thirteen Year Old Call of Duty Fighters. He had no idea where that last bit came from. Noob was sitting on her throne eating potato chips. As usual, she had her headset on and was yelling at some screen. “Oh yah! I totally f#@king pwned you, you motherf#@ker! Time to tea bag, b1t#h!” “Noob!” Jobbies yelled at her and flailed his arms to get her attention. She looked up from her screen and pulled her headset off. “Oh, Jobbies!” she greeted him, her mouth stuffed with half-chewed chips. “So glad you could come!” Jobbies gave a half-hearted nod. “The new god is over there,” she said, pointing behind her. Jobbies looked over to see a small little person standing in the corner. He had really messy black hair, huge blue eyes, and he was wearing nothing except a t-shirt that was probably an adult men’s XXL. He looked really pitiful. “Uh, what am I supposed to do with him?” Jobbies asked. “Just the usual,” Noob replied. “Give him some totally LAAAAAAME power and send him off to abuse the system or whatever it is you lame tards do.” She went back to her screen. “TROLLING!” Jobbies sighed. He did not want to give the new kid some lame power. But it was a job. At least it was nothing grueling. Jobbies took the scrawny little kid by his equally scrawny hand and half led, half dragged him down the Hall of Noobs and Thirteen Year Old Call of Duty Players and out into the cloudy, blue sky of the Pantheon. It was much nicer out here and away from Noob’s realm. “So what should we give you,” Jobbies mused aloud as he pulled out his special scroll of available god powers. “Let’s see… uh… I’ll just pick one at random.” He closed his eyes and spun his finger around in circles, dragging it all over the scroll. He finally stopped. Peeking on eye opened, then both, he looked at where his finger had landed. “Hmm, God of Winds. Well, it’s better than the option next to it… God of Paperclips and Getting Poked With Paperclips.” He rolled up the scroll. The little kid just stared into nothing as he sucked on his thumb. “Well, welcome to the Pantheon,” Jobbies said anyway as he put his scroll away. “I will name you Windy. Because you are the God of Winds. Unfortunately, we don’t have a God of naming anymore, so we just call each other by our powers. That’s cool with you, right?” Windy just sucked on his thumb. “Great!” Jobbies said, rubbing his hands together. “How about I show you the ropes, mmk kid?” Windy just sucked on his thumb. “Perfect! Let’s go!” Jobbies grabbed Windy by the hand and flew off over a rainbow. When they landed, they were on a fluffy cloud in the air. Windy sucked on his thumb. “Ok, so Windy, let’s test out your new powers. Make that boat sail!” Windy looked down to where Jobbies was pointing. Down below was a large expanse of water. Several ships were sailing there. Jobbies looked at the ships, then at Windy. Windy looked very lost in thought. “Just send a wind down to blow the ship forward,” Jobbies said. Windy flicked his wrist. A massive gust of wind hit the sail, and the boat went flying off into space, the sailor’s scream’s echoing into the oblivion. Jobbies stared in absolute shock. “Uh… well… that’s a start,” he said, ever so slowly turning back to look at Windy who was still sucking his thumb. “Um… try to go easier next time. Try that ship.” He pointed at a pretty blue sailboat with a red and purple jibe. Windy pointed at the ship and made a little poking motion. The barest of puffs puffed the sail. The sailor on board raged in a squeaky voice, since he was so far away and tiny and all. “No, a little more than that,” Jobbies coached. Windy made a slightly harder poking motion. The sailboat rocked forward. “There, you got it!” Jobbies cheered. Windy flicked at the sailboat, and it went careening off into space. “No!” Jobbies wailed as he watched sailboat and man turn to ice in the cold void of space. “You did so well before!” But Windy was too busy flicking boats into space. Try as he might, Jobbies couldn’t catch them all and put them down fast enough. Soon there were no boats on the lake. “Windy! No! You’re being really naughty!” Jobbies snapped, shaking his finger in Windy’s face. “You need to stop that behavior right now!” Windy cringed, then started sucking on his thumb. Jobbies sighed. “Let’s try something else.” He grabbed Windy’s hand and they flew over a rainbow. When they landed, they were on another fluffy cloud. “This is a hill,” Jobbies said, “and look! There are lots of people on the hill having a picnic!” Sure enough, there were several families having picnics on the hill. Some kids and their dog ran in circles on the grassy knoll. A little group of teens were singing a silly song together. An old couple sipped lemonade under a tree. “Why don’t you give them a nice cool breeze,” Jobbies said. “Just a nice little one.” Windy removed the thumb from his mouth, and got down on hands and knees. Crawling to the edge of the cloud, he hung his head over, staring at the people with wide blue eyes. Then he opened his mouth, and screamed. An incredible force of wind slammed against the hill. The trees were instantly shredded. The grass ripped out of the ground and blew away. All the people were stripped of their skin, muscle, right down to the bone, and even that became like dust and blew away. Windy sat up and sucked on his thumb. Somehow, Jobbies managed to pick his jaw off the floor of the cloud. “WHAT WAS THAT??!!! OH MY GODS! YOU SLAUGHTERED ALL THOSE PEOPLE!” Windy just sucked on his thumb. Jobbies grabbed a nearby passing cloud and flipped it. “That’s it! No more wind powers for you! We’re going to Reverser, the God of Reversals, right now!” But Windy was toddling off to the edge of the cloud. Something had caught his eye. Jobbies stared. “No! No! No! Gods no! No!” Windy grabbed the object, a passing airplane. He sat down on the edge of the cloud and held the plane in his hands. Tiny screams could be heard coming from the passengers inside. Windy did not seem to care. He swung the plane around this way and that, making barely audible grunts that sounded vaguely like ‘zoom’. Soon enough, the inside windows of the plane were smeared in red as the passengers inside were jostled to their deaths. Jobbies ripped the plane out of Windy’s hands and chucked it. “No! Bad Windy! VERY BAD WINDY! WINDY! NO-!” Windy had already run off to the other end of the cloud. Standing there was someone else. Another goddess. Jobbies froze in mute horror as he recognized Newgoddia, the Goddess of New Gods. “Uh… hi, Newgoddia…” Newgoddia looked very displeased. Even Windy looked displeased. Perhaps he knew he was in trouble. “You really screwed the pooch on this one, Jobbies,” she said. Jobbies pointed at Windy, “No, HE did! He literally screwed a pooch with his tornado blast thing. Did you SEE it disintegrate like that?” But Newgoddia did not seem to care for what Jobbies said. Jobbies hung his head. “I tried my best…” Newgoddia stepped forward and laid her hand on Windy’s head. “You need to come up with a better system of assigning powers to gods. And perhaps you should start consulting me first…” Jobbies nodded mutely. Then he looked up. “Who is he anyway?” Newgoddia frowned. “This is Psychokillermadness, God of Sociopaths.” Jobbies flipped another cloud. “CURSE THAT NOOB! I’LL KILL HER FOR THIS!!!!!!!” ~~~~ Prompt for Star: this image what does it bring to mind?
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Post by dawny on Mar 27, 2015 0:49:24 GMT
Red tears cover her face Black tears in her soul A sky of grey lace She’ll never be whole
Black tears in her soul Black tears in the sun She’ll never be whole The world unspun
Black tears in the sun Dark holes in her heart The world unspun Watch it come apart
Dark holes in her heart The last of her kind Watch it come apart Watch her lose her mind
The last of her kind Echoing, echoing song Watch her lose her mind Echoing, echoing song
Echoing, echoing song Red tears cover her face Echoing, echoing song A sky of grey lace
___ Prompt for Nii: Two well known characters make unlikely companions in a quest to rescue a cat.
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 0:55:12 GMT
Mailman Fred was just doing his thing when he heard a strange sound. Up in a tree was a cat. And Mailman Fred was like: “It’s a cat.” And at the base of the tree was a dog that looked suspiciously like a Shiba Inu. It was staring at the cat. And the dog was like: “wow. such cat. much fluff. stuk soo well. gud 4 eht” It was… the Doge! And Mailman Fred was like: “Oh crap. It’s Doge.” Doge looked over at Mailman Fred and was like: “much mail. so fred.” Mailman Fred tapped the brim of his cap in greeting. And he was like: “Did you chase the cat up there?” And Doge was like: “idk. whut u talking abut? much distrusts. so mean. wow. such stereotype.” Mailman Fred rolled his eyes, because Doge was such an idiot. And Mailman Fred was like: “Help me get the cat out of three.” So they did. Much fluff. The End
Prompt for Dawny: a monster hunter and an archaeologist clash over their separate belief systems when a vampiric dragon lord steals the last living elf princess
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Post by Cel-Chan on Mar 27, 2015 0:55:43 GMT
People were amazed by this not being a complete failure.
The audience was clustered together, floating in the weightlessness of space. Some were dressed in warm fancy looking space suits. They floated around, turning from upside down to right side up. Far away some more far off better folk were sitting in some nice looking, strange glass spaceships that gave weightlessness the middle finger. People watched from the glass spaceships as they saw the opera in space as it unfolded.
The silly opera that everyone thought was going to fail so hard that it would make the fan art of what happens when you press 'B' when Magikarp is evolving into Gyrados look like Citizen Kane. However, it was quite the spectacle. Even though everyone was wearing clunky helmets and somewhat clunky outfits, the actors floated gracefully through space, not seeming to have one single problem as they sang in their "HOW DOES HE/SHE DO THAT?!" high shrilling voices that could nearly shatter glass. The whole Opera felt like it was going in slow motion, with actors slowly moving their arms out, and letting their other limbs flail wildly as they attempted to avoid colliding with one another in space. Some floated up unintentionally, but continued to critique their performances by slowly reaching out for each other from wherever the hell they ended up as they continued to drift in the weightlessness of the dark, starry sky.
The Opera told a interesting story, it was quite cryptic and strange. AND EVEN IF IT SOUNDED LIKE THEY WERE SINGING IN ANOTHER LANGUAGE ENTIRELY. But it told of a couple in love... obviously, but, they were always too far away. The woman was somewhere up out of the atmosphere, and the man was stuck on earth, suffering through a terrible life crisis of sorts. He sings about how depressed and how he was somewhat going cuckoo from his place in life, as he pursues the dream to find the woman of his dreams, while the woman sings about her ever growing loneliness. The woman however sang a very strange song, a very solemn and eerie kind of song about how the man cannot follow her to space. As this whole sob story went along, eventually the man gets through his hardships and finds the way to get into space to see his beloved. His beloved was said to be on a space station somewhere between earth and the moon. At this time, the lady begins to panic, her songs grow more intense as she continues to echo the phrase: "You cannot follow me..." The songs come to a climax where its revealed that while the man struggled to get his life back on track, he began to think about the lady less and less. The lady's loneliness consumed her, and one day, she left the space station and drifted off into the abyss of space, with her fate unknown. As the man heard this news, a very seemingly way over the top song that hit high pitches that even Nicholas Cage himself couldn't even hit began to play.
But in the background, while everyone was focused on the man, was a different story. The lady had her back to everyone, but she turned her head slightly towards them and smiled sadly. She pushed herself away from where she was and slowly began to drift off into the abyss of space. It was all part of the act... but something went horribly wrong. She couldn't find the strength to push herself back towards the crowd, a feeling of desperation overcame here as she flailed to return to the group of people that watched from the outside, and her fellow performers. But within her panic, she felt something metallic snap violently behind her before everything went silent. Just like space itself.
No one saw her float away into the silence. So she sadly accepted her fate and drifted away from the crowd.
Everyone who was there hadn't noticed the lady drifting off into her demise, but from the closing song, everyone was clapping. Many were impressed. Some were bored, confused, but no one had noticed she drifted away. Besides, it was all apart of the plan... Right?
(This is how I kind of picture myself in real life ;-; I'm such a depressing person.) _____ Prompt For Nii: I'm stranded at sea... No one will find me.
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Post by Star on Mar 27, 2015 0:57:20 GMT
He was free! Free to grow, roaring up the side of the house, devour the wood that had kept him prisoner for so long. Free to reach for oxygen, endless oxygen to fuel him. Free to devour flesh, at last. The mage with his flickers of power threw back his head and laughed, convinced it was by his powers that the prison would finally go up in flames. He was wrong. The mage had set him free, but he was the phoenix, the god of fire. The mage had no idea what he’d done. The phoenix would not spare him. The man had freed him, but it was humankind who locked him up in the first place. And the phoenix would make them pay. Glass inside the mansion exploded with the heat and the mage turned, the red light reflecting on his face distorting his expression of shock. He didn’t know how the first had grown so fast, consumed so much. That’s because the fire is not yours, the Phoenix though. He would teach humanity to fear it again, as they once had. And his jailors would go first. Their screams fueled him as much as the wood and he rose The mage’s eyes widened and the flame rushed towards, leaping across the space. It was out of his control! He raised his hand to shield himself but it did nothing. The Phoenix was already strong enough to overcome his feeble magic. And when the house was razed to the ground and nothing was left but black chars and bone shards the Phoenix rose again, his body taking shape out of the ashes of his old life of pain. He stepped out of the wreckage onto the soft grass, coated in ash and wiggled his toes. A smile spread across the phoenix’s face, the expression making his eyes glow with glee. He was free, he was free!
~~~~ Prompt for Cel: In the multi-verse theory, does every picture we draw have a universe to go with it?
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 1:00:25 GMT
I’m breathing in and breathing out. In and out. Breathe. Breathe. Just have to breathe. Just have to endure.
Through shadow to the edge of night Until the stars are all alight The woods are lovely dark and deep And miles to go before I sleep
Come little children Don’t say a word The shadows come to dance And I will sing a lullaby
Are you sleeping? All through the night That it should come to this You are lost and gone forever
Life is but a dream If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you poison us, do we not die? We are such stuff as dreams are made of
All the world is blood And the sea is made of stones I drown within my thoughts And know I am alone
I'm stranded at sea, no one will find me This This This is my lullaby
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Post by dawny on Mar 27, 2015 1:00:57 GMT
“That’s impossible,” Eraline said flatly. “Well, that’s too bad, because it’s happened,” Jasper retorted. “No, would you listen? This is what I’m telling you, it couldn’t have happened. Vampire dragons don’t exist!” “Well, then how do you explain this?” Jasper pointed to the corps in front of him. “Vampire dragon.” “There’s absolutely no such thing as a vampire dragon! I would know!” Eraline yelled. “I don’t see why not. If there are vampires and there are dragons there’s no reason why there can’t be vampire dragons.” “There really is.” “What if a vampire bit a dragon? What would happen then?” “Dragons scales are too thick for a vampire to bite through.” “Oh right, of course. What if the dragon ate the venom?” “It wouldn’t. It could smell the venom.” “What if the vampire injected the venom into it?” “Scales.” “Into its mouth!” Eraline dropped her head into her palms. “Please stop. Just stick to archeology, okay? Jasper? Leave the monsters to me.” “How are you going to kill it?” “Aaaauug!”
__________ Prompt for Nii: What is Angel Ravencrof's favorite color?
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 1:01:56 GMT
What’s your favorite color? I think it’s purple. Cause red and blue make purple. And my mommy had purple eyes!
“No! NO!” “Please, calm down for just a moment, my lady…” “I’m perfectly calm!” “I know it’s hard to take in, but it’s true.” “My father would never do such a thing!” “Lady Evaline-” “He wouldn’t! He wouldn’t!” She sank to the floor, her dress pooling around her. Her beautiful purple dress… The advisor just stood there, silent, not knowing what to do. “Leave me!” she shrieked. He left. But I stayed. I wish… I wish I hadn’t… Mommy says when someone does something bad, the entire family must bear that sin. No one can be rid of it, not until death. Only death can break the chain. Absolve the sin. Mommy told me I would be free of the sin. She picked up the knife and pressed the handle in my hands. She put her hands over mine, and together we drove the knife deep into her heart. There was blood on the dress. There was death in her eyes. So I stopped loving purple.
What's your favorite color? It’s red! I love red! I think Mommy did too, and that’s why she bathed us both in red that night.
It was a small, warm body that wriggled in my arms. It licked my face and wagged its tail. A puppy. A present. From my new mommy. Except I would never call her that, because I knew where my real Mommy was, and she was not it. “It’s a Black Laborador,” the new mommy said, smiling. “I know it’s hard having to adjust to a new parent. I had a new mother too after mine passed away. But I hope we will be good friends.” But she was more interested in other things and we did not become good friends. And neither would this thing that she gave me. It was a sin to have this thing. A sign of betrayal. Betrayal to my real mother who was gone. Somewhere. Somewhere red. So I picked up the puppy and carried it down into the basement. No one really went in this one room. I put the puppy down. “Red,” I said, seeing the floor reflect the glow of my red eye. “Red and red and red,” I murmured, twirling my finger over the puppy’s head. The puppy twirled around with my finger, following it carefully like a game. Then it’s open mouth with the lolling tongue found its tail. And it started to bite. Bite and bite. It swallowed its tail and then its legs, and then it stopped twirling and merely writhed on the floor. And it would bite and bite and bite until it could bite no more because the puppy had quite eaten itself now. And I loved red for a long, long time.
What is your favorite color? Black. It is the absence of color. Of life. Of light. That is all I am now. I am black. So I guess black is what is meant for me.
My father lay six feet underground next to my mother. What few family members related to my by blood that remained had all but fled from my presence. I reclined in my throne, but I did not feel like a King. Merely a shadow. And so I existed like a shadow. Lord Ravenscroft, so they called me. But what was I lord of? Death. Darkness. Murder. And I festered in that darkness until it had all but consumed my soul. I would seek out familiar darkness. But my gods, the voids, they would laugh at me. Laugh at me for offering them my soul. And they turned me away. Said I wasn’t worth their time to feed on. Such a bleak, pathetic creature I must be, if not even the void would take me from this place.
But there was a light in this dark place. A form to my shadow. A sun to my emptiness. And I followed this light until I found its source. And I was consumed by it.
“I like you.” “What? Me? Bit I’m… I’m not even- Oh. Haha, very funny, you got me. Good one.” “….” “What? Angel, you can’t be serious. You could have any girl in the world that you wanted. I’m just a scrawny computer nerd and you’re Angel Ravenscroft. Besides, I’d make a terrible godmother.” "I don't think so. I don't think any of those things. I've liked you for a long time, but I… Well, I thought you'd hate me since you are my adopted sister and all." "Angel, you're so thick! I couldn't hate you, even if I didn't like you back, but I do, which is beside the point. Besides, I only met you when I was ten. I doubt that even qualifies as childhood friend. But you can't like me, you have to like someone useful who knows how to be a good leader and who knows how to fight off an attacker by herself, okay? And I'll be your little sister and do your hacking for you." "You can learn, and besides that, it won't matter. I'll be here to protect you, just as I always have been along with the rest of the family. Aelethea: I want you." "Okay. Okay, I'll do my best. I will. Thank you, Angel."
What is your favorite color? Green. A pale, crisp green. The color of my savior.
____ Prompt for Dawny: a traveling cookie salesman does something extraordinary
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Post by Star on Mar 27, 2015 1:02:45 GMT
Red. It dripped from her head, making trails down her arms and staining the water. “Mayuki!” her lady-in-waiting screamed when she saw the mess. “What happened? It’s not blood, oh it can’t be blood!” “It’s not. Not yet.” Mayuki said calmly, leaning back into the water. “It’s the dye from the north. It’s time to show my sister what I a capable off.” The woman stared at her for a second, uncomprehending. “Red dye…?” Then it hit her. Her eyes widened, her mouth forming a little ‘o’. Mayuki let the woman be, she stepped out of the water and reached for a towel. The lady-in-waiting barely moved as she dressed herself. But her expression went from one of shock, to one of terror. When she was done Mayuki stopped to admire herself. Her hair was cut short and choppy and dyed a bright red. She’d never seen herself with anything but long black, even in the face of what she was about to do, the change mystified her. She couldn’t help but look back at the mirror, marveling that all her hair was done, and the red was absurdly red. Her shirt was a just as red, and the pants. The cloak that went over it was only a shade darker. “Red.” The lady-in- waiting whispered. “Falling star red.” “The red of the blood of my enemies.” Mauki said, her lips twisting into a smirk. She wore the red uniform of a traitor of the highest caliber. The red of the falling star was reserved only for nobles and royals who had been condemned of treason. And Mayuki donned it herself, knowing full well that before the night was over she would have earned the color.
The blood barely showed on the red. Or maybe it was the original red that barely showed under the blood. Only her pale skin, where it showed through rips in the fabric, was a different color. They found her just where she wanted to be, sitting on her father’s throne, running with his blood, and the blood of her sister and the lady-in-waiting and all the rest who had opposed her. A cleared picture could not be painted, Mayuki knew exactly what she had done. She wore the red of the falling star, and the red of the blood of her enemies. When they took her to the tower, when they tried her and executed her, they never had to brand her with the falling star red. She already wore it proudly. Even without the shirt and the cloak, she wore it always in her hair. (And the she died of a blood infection because she had open wound and her clothes were sopping with other people blood. And she died before they could execute her the end. Next time wear armor.)
~~~~~~~~ Prompt for Nii: Contracts aren't legally binding until you're 18.
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 1:03:34 GMT
“Blade! Pick up the pace! You’re starting to slack again! Saber: you’re footing is wrong! Correct your pressure! Face: start over and go through the operation one more time!” Sock heaved a sigh. Once again, the team was failing. If they ever planned to win the SummerFest Championship, they would need to put in more effort. Especially since they were going against the three top teams in the country. At this point, only Onion and Salt were worth anything. But that was because Onion had been in this kind of thing since he was three years old, and Salt had to take the brunt of everyone’s failures and rise above them as their captain. Sock was only good for one thing and one thing only: brawn. He could lift four hundred pounds and take heavy hits from all sides. It was not that he was incapable of strategy or anything, but why put all his muscle to waste? “Sock, you’re staring off again.” Sock flinched and looked up to see Blade standing over him. “Oh, was I? Sorry.” Blade grinned. “We’ll be alright for SummerFest,” he said. “Have some faith in us.” Sock sighed again and leaned back in his seat. “I just don’t see how we’re going to go against the other three this year. Pako, Seti, and Juge: those are the best teams this country has. This country! And we thought the preliminary rounds were tough…” “What’s the fun in going against an easy team anyway?” Blade cut in. “If we have a chance to lose, we’ll give our best effort.” Sock shook his head. “If we don’t win this time, they’ll take our team away. We’ve been pushing the contract further and further, but this is the make it or break it.” “They can’t do that!” Blade stammered. “They can and they will,” Sock replied. “They tried taking it once before, remember? We had to get ourselves bailed out by the coach…” Blade was quiet for a while. “Then we need to sell the team.” “WHAT?!” “Just hear me out,” Blade said quickly. “If we find someone who can keep the contracts up, we can’t lose.” “Well, we can still lose…” “The game maybe, but not the team,” Blade pointed out. “Yes… if someone eighteen or older buys the team… we’ll be free to give it our all!” Sock looked at his teammates as they were hard at work. Onion was trying to help Saber. Salt and Face were correcting his form. A few of the first years were fighting over which manual was the right one. Could they do that? Sell the team? Was there even anyone out there who would care enough about the sport to be willing to let them stay even if they lost? “It’s a risk…” Sock murmured. “But at least, if the team loses the game, they won’t lose their spirit too.” Sock looked up at Blade. The slighter boy had a very serious look on his face. Sock laughed. “I like the way you think.” “Huh?” Blade raised an eyebrow. Sock stood up, now towering over Blade by a good head or two. “Alright. Let’s go find ourselves a buyer.” “Really? You’re on board?!” Sock nodded. “The game matters. That’s for sure. But everything we’ve done, all our victories and all our failures, nothing we’ve done will matter if we suddenly lose the chance to keep proving ourselves. So, let’s do it. For the team.” (I actually have a flushed out idea for a full-out story... but I didn't want to make it too long, so... yah...) ____ Prompt for Star: this song link
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Post by Cel-Chan on Mar 27, 2015 1:04:11 GMT
A white world. That's how it all started. A black line appeared and began to expand, forming a few blob looking shapes. Some more lines began to appear and form, connecting to other lines. It formed a person, just an ordinary person in a completely white world. The person blinked and looked at himself, just seeing moving lines coarse through his body. But right now he was just floating in this white world, looking around at the nothingness and the silence that surrounded him. Soon he found himself flop down abruptly on the ground, it too had strange lines pulsing about like him. The person turned around to see in the distance a building made with black lines rise up from the ground and construct itself. It was followed by even more buildings that were created with the black pulsing lines. Trees and other kinds of life forms sprouted up from the ground before him, followed by some birds and squirrels peaking out from the hidden canopy. He wondered where these strange black lines were coming from, and what were they doing exactly. He had noticed some things were created, and some were destroyed and reconstructed to look better. Occasionally, a strange gray fog would appear over these reconstructed spots and cover the whole place. Sometimes the lines of the former build would remain, but appear faint, only if he squinted he could see. His gaze turned to see another person appear before him. This time a girl, standing off in the distance. She had some strange kind of hair style, but he didn't question it since it appeared she wasn't paying attention to him. She seemed to be entranced by everything forming around them. Eventually something ran across his body. He flinched and turned around to see a thicker black line cover the thinner pulsing lines, but it didn't pulse as much as it made him look more smoother. He noticed that that thicker line was starting to cover every little pulsing line that surrounded everything. Even the smallest of details were covered by this strange sorcery. His eyes snapped from one way to the next in awe as he watched the pulsing lines be consumed. The thicker lines had done their job, and another odd feeling rushed over him. It felt like someone rubbing his back with a back scratch-er. The strange smudgy fog vanished as well as this feeling passed, and so did the faint lines of the former structures. The guy turned to the girl to see if she was reacting to anything, but she remained content and staring at seemingly nothing. Something like water splashed over his face, with the feeling of rubbing a feather on someone to tickle them. More squirming, kicking and flinching to follow as he tried to pull that away. But he realized that his skin, his entire body had color. His hair was brown, his eyes were golden brown, and he was wearing a white t-shirt, some standard jeans and dress shoes, and he looked rather suave. He looked up to see the whole world he appeared in was getting colorful and bright, the sky was bright and blue, the grass was green, all of that kind of jibjab. He stared at the girl next to him. She had long brown hair and hazel eyes, and was clad in all black, he had then noticed she was clutching some kind of stuffed animal in her arms. He stared at himself and realized that... he had no shadow. That strange feeling of being tickled yet splashed with water returned as he kicked and flailed around some more. He soon noticed his body had gotten shadows, whenever he moved, the tones would change. The world around him began to look more like an actual world and not just a coloring book. The sky didn't just have blue, it was accented with white and all kinds of light blues and yellows. The trees and plants weren't just green and brown, but had accented colors and shadows, many kinds of browns, yellows, pinks, greens, any kind of color to fit with a shadow blended beautifully. The buildings appeared more menacing and magnificent, and not just colored in. They were given dimensions. The girl that appeared before him was looking on in awe, amazed by this whole world abruptly coming to life. She looked more detailed, that doll looked more like a strange looking Pokemon. Her brown hair had a bit of red accented in, and her eyes glistened more with green. The girl's eyes flickered over to him and she slight turned towards him, and just flashed him a smile. He couldn't help but smile back at her. And like that... they froze.
"Whoa! That's really cool!" A girl with long brown hair and hazel eyes turned away from her drawing and stared at the hipster looking on with awe. She pulled out one of her headphones that was blasting some J-Pop song she loved. "I beg your pardon?" She put down the current marker she was using and flashed the hipster dude a small smile. "I said that's a really cool drawing!" "Oh! Thanks." She quickly turned away and put her headphones back in, picking up the colored marker before she stared at masterpiece. It was something simple. It was a guy meeting a girl in a nice little city. It was wonderfully detailed, like people stared at her in awe at the amazement of the detail she had OCD-ed into the picture. She tapped the marker down onto the girl and highlighted her hair a little more before she found it to be complete. A small smile curled on her lips as she let out a small sigh. "I hope we can meet each other again." She stood up and picked up her picture, heading to the shelf she kept her artwork at. It wasn't as grand as her other pieces, but it was as crazily detailed and wonderful as the rest of them. She set it down on top of the pile and smiled weakly, before she turned back around and gathered up her materials in a rush. Once it was gathered, the girl scrambled out of the classroom at the sound of the bell.
The picture of the girl and the boy sat on top of the other piles of artwork she had made. She wondered if they were happy in that picture. She really did.
Prompt for Nii: You wake up and you're staring an alien face to face! What does that alien look like? And why is that alien even there?
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Post by Star on Mar 27, 2015 1:04:51 GMT
Everything was so silent, so still. It didn’t seem so real anymore. It was like a dream compared to the roaring and shaking, screaming and heat. Or maybe that was the real dream and she was awake now. If only. She couldn’t hear the explosions any more, but she still saw them as the ship made its way higher. The fire below silhouetted the little drops as they fell towards the city and she knew the puff of fire that followed marked destruction and death for the people below. “Your Majesty.” The voice made her turn. The captain bowed low, only straightening when she waved a hand. “Orders from the High Citadel say all troops are to evacuate with us?” he peered at her, hoping to her a reverse order. “Yes.” There was nothing she could do. “I must be protected.” The man’s face showed shock and revulsion, but he controlled himself. He could not say it out loud, though she already knew what he was thinking ‘I cannot order my men to abandon thousands of lives for one person, even you.’ “Your majesty.” He bowed. “I regret to say that I cannot give that order.” “But I can.” She held her head high, glaring at him. He could not know her doubts and her guilt. She must appear confident and commanding. “I am the one person whose life is worth every one of those death. You must protect me. Order all of our troops to fall in.” “You majesty, there must be another way.” “Captain.” She held out her hand. “I care for those people down there, and for the rest of this empire. That is why I must survive. If I fall, the empire will fall. Now order you men to fall in.” her voice turned hard and cold. The man flinched. Her anger was notorious. There is nothing else you can do. If you disobey me I will kill you and find someone who will not betray their queen.” He bowed, hiding his face. “Yes your majesty.” She turned away before he straitened, looking back out the window. The city was just a burning dot in the distance, and yet the silent bomb still tore at her heart.
~~~~ Prompt for Cel: it was colder than she should it would be but she refused to admit that she should have brought a coat. Toro would just make fun of her.
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 1:05:15 GMT
"Notice me, senpai!" squealed the bubbly, hyperactive, pink haired moe on the screen as she flailed her arms like spaghetti in a tornado. But the cool and suave Furude Ichigo was not about to be swayed by her garish behavior and innocent charms. It made me only a little frustrated to say the least. If I had an adorable, pink-haired girl on my arm demanding that I notice her, I would definitely be noticing her. And not just because of the pink hair. But adorable Ami-chan was just so cute. I had probably watched this particular anime a thousand times, and I was happily obsessed with this little guilty pleasure gem. Granted, the story was not the best and some of the side characters were so flat, a piece of paper would be jealous, but Ami's cuteness and the badass battle scenes with Ichigo more than made up for it. At least in my eyes. I would never admit to my friends that I liked an anime called Pudding Bubblegum Princess Sugar Kiss. The episode started to draw to a close, with the scene of Ami wishing on a star for her senpai to notice her finally. Such cheesiness is typical of ridiculous, magical cartoons. But with the credits rolling and the finale song playing, I exited my browser and took a moment to stretch. "Ugh, it's almost one in the morning," I mumbled. "At least my parents are out of town all weekend, or I'd get in trouble for being up so late." I shut off my computer and went to the window, throwing it open to let the cool night breezes into my hot and stuffy room. Everything was dark outside, only a distant streetlight casting the dullest of glows. The moonlight was obscured by some clouds, and up in the sky, the stars were out. "Wish on a star, huh? Yah... don't I just wish Ami-chan was real, hmm? I'd pay her all the attention she wanted." Yawning, I left the window and climbed into bed. I must have been really tired, because in moments, I was fast asleep.
Morning arrived, and with it, the fuzzy fog of delayed brain activity. Sleep, said the brain. Sleep, said the body. But something told me I ought to wake up. I blinked once, and the sunlight in my eyes was all it took to truly disturb my beauty sleep. Groaning, I rolled over to my other side, feeling the cool breezes on my face. And then I opened my eyes... And there was a face in my face... A set of large, red eyes blinked. I blinked back. The red eyes blinked again. I blinked back. And then I screamed like the pussy I was and abandoned the bed faster than a barracuda lunges, and after unceremoniously failing at untangling myself from the sheets and making any semblance of actual motion, I rolled out of bed and ended up hanging myself by my sheet. Pulling the sheet away from my neck, I somehow untangled a leg and an arm, then wound up twisting myself worse so that I was partially upside down, partially sideways, hanging from my bed. The face was poking over the edge of the bed to look at me. The big red eyes blinked, and two full pigtails of pink hair swished against the sheets. "You alright?" asked a small, sweet voice. Her voice I assumed, since I couldn't quite see her, but it was definitely a girl, and I was alone in the house, well, not anymore, so it HAD to be her! "What are you doing in my room!?" I shrieked, my voice eeking out like a dying cicada. She ducked her head a little, her cheeks turning pink. Ugh, that face! Why was that expression so familiar? "You wished me here," she said, looking back at me. "Last night." ... Huh? I wished her here? What was... did that even...? Wait I second: I wished on a star last night, I remember. I wished that Ami-chan would come down and see me... Oh. My. God. "A... Ami... chan?" She smiled really big. "Senpai notice me?" I was at a loss for what to say. Somehow the sheets loosened me and I slid to the floor, rolling over myself like a slinky. I sat up properly and looked at her in shock. It... it really was Ami-chan! "So are, uh, are you real? Are you a spirit? A monster? An alien or something?" I asked. She blushed. "I just want to be with you, Senpai. Does anything else matter?" she asked, sliding out of my bed and crawling up to me. "Uh.... um...." She grabbed my arm and hugged it to her chest. "I'm going to be here forever, now," she said, giving me a wide stare with those enormous eyes. "And Senpai will notice me. Forever."
______ Prompt for Star: boombox
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Post by dawny on Mar 27, 2015 1:30:09 GMT
“Hello ma’am. My name is Emmie Cardinal. I’m a girl scout. I’m selling girlscout cookies! Would you like to buy any?” The ten year old recited her introduction and then glanced behind her at her older sister, Skye, who nodded reassuringly. The ageing woman they who had opened the door smiled faintly. “I’m afraid I’m on a diet right now. But the girl scouts is such a wonderful program. My daughter did it when she was little. Hold on a minute; let me go find my wallet. I’ll write you a donation.” The woman left the door slightly ajar as she turned away and walked out of sight. She didn’t come back right away. Emmie figured that she must be having trouble finding her wallet. Or maybe she just forgot that they were standing there. Or maybe she was hoping they would give up and she wouldn’t have to give them any money. “Hey look, there’s a cat,” Skye said. Emmie glanced up. Indeed, there was a cat. It was sitting on the corner of the porch railing, licking one paw and ignoring the two girls entirely. The evening sunlight made its coat look firey gold. “You’re so pretty!” Emmie exclaimed quietly. She had three cats of her own, and always loved meeting new ones. She advanced slowly towards the cat, holding one hand out, looking just over the cat so she didn’t make eye contact and scare it off. The cat stayed just where it was, continuing to clean one paw, and then the other. It didn’t particularly seem to notice when Emmie reached out and stroked a hand down its back. It didn’t seem to mind, and it didn’t move away so Emmie kept petting the cat. She smiled happily as the cat began to purr, leaning into her hand. Suddenly, the cat froze and looked back over Emmie’s shoulder, and then jumped off the porch railing and took off, sprinting away, towards the street. “Aww, come back kitty!” Emmie said. She ran off the porch, following the cat at a jog. “Don’t go in the street, you’ll get hit by a car!” Skye glanced towards the street and gasped. “Emmie!” She yelled, alarmed, as her sister dashed into the street after the cat. Breaks squealed. Emmie shrieked just before the front of a black pick-up truck crashed into her, sending her to the ground. Skye clapped both her hands to her mouth. The black pickup stopped and two people jumped out, a man and woman that looked like college students, perhaps in their late twenties. They ran around to the front of the car, to the fallen girl. “Get her legs. No- yeah, like that,” the woman said, taking hold of Emmie under her armpits and lifting her up. Her companion picked up the little girl’s legs and together they swiftly carried Emmie around their vehicle and set her in the open back of the pickup. The man climbed into the back with her while the woman went back around and got back into the driver’s seat. She revved the engine and sped off, screeching around a corner. “Oh my, what was that?” The voice made Skye jump, and she turned to see the woman from the house peering out the open door, looking mildly concerned. “There was an awfully loud noise. Did you see what it was?” she asked. Skye shrugged. “Probably just some college kids, speeding.” The woman tutted. “The young men and women these days….I never did anything like that when I was young. Oh! Where did that charming young lady go?” She glanced about for a sign of Emmie. Skye pointed vaguely down the street. “She saw I cat she wanted to pet and chased after it. I told her I’d stay and wait for you.” “Oh, you’re such a lovely older sister, going out with her like that. I wish my big sister had done these things with me when I was young.” Skye smiled politely. “I do my best. I guess times have just changed.” “They certainly have!” The woman said with relish. “But of course, I’m forgetting. Here’s your check!” she handed Skye a slip of paper. “Thank you for coming by! And good luck!” “Thank you. Good bye,” Skye said and turned to walk off the porch as the old woman shut the door and retreated back inside. She walked leisurely back through the neighborhood to the bus stop. Her timing was perfect, there was a bus waiting there when she arrived. She boarded and settled in for the ride. It would be nearly half an hour back to the stop by her house. The rout took them right through down town. The girl stuck her ear buds in and pulled out her phone. The sun had sunk below the horizon by the time the bus finally reached her stop. She edged through the isle, carefully not to touch anyone as she got off. The bus pulled away moments after she stepped out onto the sidewalk. Hands in her pockets and earbuds on, Skye meandered the last few blocks to her house. The light was on in the front window, though the curtain was drawn. She used her key to unlock the door, and locked it back again when she closed it. She took off her shoes and hung her jacket up and set her bag down against the wall and then moved into the living room, furnished and decorated perfectly to appear like a Victorian mansion. “Skye! You’re home!” came a cheerful voice as Emmie bounced down the stairs into the room. Skye smiled faintly. “The busses were running late. Did you clean up properly?” Emmie bobbed her head. “Yes! But I’m not very hungry for dinner now. Shall I pour you some?” Skye nodded. She followed her little sister into their kitchen. “Ah, you got a drop on you,” she told her sister, rubbing her finger over a dark spot on the shoulder of Emmie’s shirt. Put it in the dirty pile. I’ll clean it for you later. Remind me to buy some more hydrogen peroxide.” Emmie craned her neck to look at the spot and pouted. “Aww, I thought I was careful. Oh well. Here you go!” She handed Skye a glass full of dark red liquid. Skye took a sip, and smiled. “Is this fresh?” Emmie nodded. “Aah.” Skye licked the liquid off her lips. “Even after all these years, there’s just no substitute for fresh blood.”
_____________ Promt for Nii: How to be a badass. I guide by Kazurinaki Takao, with assistance from Shintaro Midorima
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Post by Trevrizent on Mar 27, 2015 4:55:56 GMT
“I am a badass,” he said, as he stared at the floor with the sounds of cicada cries coming in through the window behind him, drowning out the stillness and the much needed silence with their song, a song that for all intents and purposes should have been a warning, for nothing says bleeding ears like a cicada’s cry, and such was the fate of the listener anyways. “You are really not that much of a badass,” he replies, holding up a book. The book is called “How To Be A Badass: A Guide by Kazurinaki Takao with assistance from Shintaro Midorima”. The book is several hundred pages long with anime drawings to break up the monotony of endless lines of text. “You fail to meet the majority of the criteria. The only badass thing you got going for you is your love of weapons.” “Shut up!” he snapped, angry now, but he still stared at the floor, eyes wide, pupils contracted. “I’m more badass than anyone realizes. You know why?” “Why?” “I don’t feel pain. I could walk in a shower of bullets and never feel their sting. I could step on a thousand needles and never care about the blood. It’s a miracle.” “That’s not possible.” “Not possible? Let me show you!” And he pulled out the butcher’s knife and stabbed himself through the head, silencing himself and the voice in his mind.
____ For Dawny: DROP THE BASS! DROP IT OR I'LL SHOOT!
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