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Part 1 of a new story I made. Loosely based off Chinese dramas and stuff. Enjoy!
Hands wringing. The man looked at her, door swung open. Face in a passive frown, mind slowly trailing along to recall things.
“... Yous from the DnD group…?”
Slurred slightly, head tilted slightly. Slivering along his brain. Whiskers fraying with the fan as she looked up. He wasn't impressive. Large, a body relaxed enough but with muscles through what had to be years of mild training. A strong core hidden by the cloth, man coughing.
“My eyes are up here miss… orgy member? If you're wondering about the date, you could've grabbed a-”
“I'm not part of- … excuse me, but did you just imply-”
“Woah, woah. WOAH. Watch the pride Missy, I ain't say nothing. Just. Trying to, y'know. Figure out, y'know.”
Scratching the back of his head. An awkward smile formed over the man, rifle hung over a nearby mantle behind a case. Medals marked over the wall, below the case.
“... Hello?”
Pushing against the door, body looking down at her. A friendly smile, knife openly held behind him, looking at her as he smiled.
“I take it you're one of those Daos from the sects?”
Asking, Chinese shakey, mixing with his expression and tone, the words came to the modern dressed woman.
“... Was it that obvious?”
“... Hm, well. A mysterious woman with a funny aura comes to my door unarmed, definitely not hiding a scroll behind their back.”
Mixing Cantonese and Mandarin, almost mocking in his words, respectful in his tone, body language mocking as he looked at her.
“I'd recommend coming in. Most people, well. Australia’s safe. But there's… lots of weird things today.”
Stepping behind the door. Face hidden, looking around tentatively. She stepped on through.
Tentative, breathing. Keeping a calm breath, focusing the pearl as the man gripped her wrist.
“Relax, you looking around is great, very smart.”
Releasing her, a firm hand grip, snapping her concentration as she pursed her lip. The man sighing as he rubbed his neck.
“But I'm the one who'll need to reset all the mother fucking alerts and… well, I'd rather not deal with my bitch of a sis.”
And with that. She stared back at me, an accusatory glance. Scanning my features as I let out another sigh.
“I'll take it I'm in a candidacy for something. If that's the case. Tell your shifu-”
Pressing his hands against the wall, pulling away a panel as he continued to talk.
“he can come down and suck my oversized dick. Now if this is for some tournament or whatever, no. Unless they send a secret brochure or text me, I don't care, I ain't fucking with spirits ghosts and shit if I can help it.”
Vanishing into the wall, doing something, blinking. Staring blankly back at him. Not exactly honourable, not exactly… polite. Her fingers itched to rush forward to test him, but no. She held restraint. Swallowing her curiosity, examining the building. Simple, everything seeming to have been hidden, personal details. Anything she could gleam quietly tucked away from her…
“If you want a drink. There's a cupboard down to the… right of the fridge, glades should be obvious. Don't worry. I don't drink poison on the regular.”
Calling out, man returning to close several panels, the open plan building showing a small garden outside, roses growing, a few herbs in pots with laundry seeming to be hung between the two on the concrete floor.
Vanishing around the corner, standing in the doorway, returning to wringing her hands together. What he said showed signs of frightening intelligence. Foresight, looking ahead.
Mannerisms kept human enough most people could easily mistake him for being a little strange, but clearly. Obvious as the sun. He held open cards. An open hand-
“Is that a yes or a no on the drinks?”
Popping back. My head around the small wall, door kept open as I continued to fiddle with the panel. Been a pain excavating, been a pain opening the door. The woman seeming, nervous. Calculating, stammering a Mandarin response, politely refusing as I let out a loud scoff. Teasing the girl as he motioned.
“Ait. Come here then miss curious pants.”
Quietly following him, walking over the obvious trapdoor, man pointing at the clear handle on the floor.
“...”
“Pull it.”
“...”
Reaching for the handle, clearly linked to a lock. She could feel it, twisting the door as he teased over her shoulder.
“... I'd recommend squatting.”
I smirked. Watching as the trainee struggled with the locked door, checking the admittedly dirty room. Clothes left in the plastic bucket, bed left with several discarded plushies, desk a mess of folders, books and technological parts. Clipping the hook to the floor, woman cursing beneath her breathe.
“Why- How is the door so heavy???”
“... It's only a few kilos, mate.”
Smiling in his voice. The woman, freezing. Body tensing as she looked back.
Sitting on a portable stool, a grin plastered on his face as the secret panel under the desk held open. Grate hooked to the wall, jaw slowly dropping as he looked at her.
“... You're a very intelligent rabbit.”
Smirk on her face. Seeming to daydream, head twisting and tilting as she managed out.
“You- You bastard.”
“... Mhmm, now you gonna explain why you're here, or shall I let you out?”
Adjusting the watch on his wrist, plying it off, looking down at her as her face slowly contoured from surprised outrage.
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I wrote. Something. Might be shit. Loosely based off Chinese mythology and dramas and stuff.
“... I told you.”
Voice heavy. Back turned to her as he half snarled back. Repeating himself.
“I might be part of your damn history, but I ain't dealing with this.”
Turning. Rolling his eyes as her pleading face. Dressed in modern clothes, face fearce as she glared at him. Hand raising to her chin.
“So kindly. Fuck off.”
Flickering her forehead, the woman letting out a shout. Focusing her core, arms raised. Mana flowing, the flow of the world focusing within her body, practice. Hardened, granting greater control through the use of scholarly training. Course. That's one definition for it.
“... Please. You can't leave them to die!”
Stamping her feet on the floor. Dropped to her knees, tears down her eyes as the man reached for his belt. Fear, she'd lost almost everything, with that damn monkey unmoving on his choice unless something drastic truly happened.
“I know you're not one of us. But please. Just once- They-... He sa-”
“Jesus Christ…”
Grunting. Crossing his arms, scratching the back of his neck as he let out a sigh.
“HAI.”
Barking. An animal snapping as he loudly slapped his chest. She looked up, eyes hopeful, thunder crackling through the room.
“Stupid girl.”
It looked with yellow eyes. Burning, spiritual marks boiling over the room. A human taken devilish power. A feral dog glaring at her squat to the woman. Feet splayed as he glared into her eyes.
“I said…”
Gripping her face. Examining her wounds, letting out a panicked gasp. Confusion spreading as he… did something.
“...I ain't one of yous.”
Jaw tense. Standing up, turning his back, Aura flickering aside. Her wounds healed, energy rejuvenated as… a cultivation space. A small area of peace, built from the darkness with the goal… of using the light.
“Now fuck off.”
Snapping her out of it, tossing a bag onto the table, man snarling, not at her explicitly…
“You old fashioned, cannibalistic, dishonourable, lazy, piece of shit, asshole, off my mother fucking land.”
And then it faded. A tingling, hissing sound. Snarling, shadows fading to less tense, less harsh on the eyes. Knife pulled from the table as she looked around herself.
And then she stood up. A hopeful expression through the shattered mirror shard on the side, rolling my eyes. Tilting on one foot as I summoned It.
“And let me be clear.”
The actions of a dishonourable villain. Sword aimed at her neck, short sword. Custom forged, a mix of styles as he offered his hand in the other.
“...”
And she took it. Fear, apprehension in her actions. He wasn't too much of a danger, but…
“If this Demon Brat ain't as dangerous as you say…”
Squeezing her arm, thoughts fading back. Lighting sparking as images flickers over her mind, his eyes burning into hers. Gripping her closer to him, hissing as she responded in pain.
“I'm going to hunt you. Rip off those clothes, tear you, limb…”
Shuddering. Eyes kept wide, one hand gripping his shoulder as she tried to pull him away. If he felt it, it wasn't obvious.
“By mother fucking limb. And then. Whatever bullshit clans or sects that are in your shitty world?”
And now, her arm, growing numb from the harshness of his grip, sword on one side slowly sliding along her neck. Almost biting her ear from how close he was now, throat heavily controlled as energy flowed through his words.
“I don't give a fuck who's side they're on. I'll burn through each and every one of them for wasting my goddamn time.”
Pushing her off. Girl slamming ass first onto a seat. In a world of chaos or order, this. Was a new one.
“Am I clear?”
Swallowing her fear once more. Calming her breath, face swearing as he glared into her eyes. This was a threat, a serious one at that. But. He was one of the candidates, he was an honourable warrior who fought swathes of dishonourable figures…
“Am-”
And suddenly. Her body is now pressed against the wall. Other arm crushing, squishing. Grabbing the bone. Levering her and his body just short of snapping the calcium. Biting her ear as they hissed into her earlobe through his throat.
“-I clear?”
“... S-... shi-et.”
Dropping the woman. Sheathing the sword, rolling his eyes as he turned. Confusion on his face as he looked at her.
“... Excuse me?”
Grasping my wrist. Bruises forming along my body, injuring my very physical soul. The flow seemed to just. Break at his behest, mindless as he did as he wished. And then she snapped out of it.
“... OI.”
Flustering bandage and cream tossed into her lap. Stumbling over, hands planting on the sides of the chair. Staring into her.
“... Uhh…”
Hesitating. She sat there, hesitating. Unflinchingly fixing her hair, face showing with mild amusement as he expanded.
“... What did you say. I just- I swore I heard… whatever it was.”
Tenderness. Offering an open palm. The two silent as he quietly bandaged her wounds. Harder to heal one, ones that would normally take a specific healer, applying simple healing balm, bandaging the slit section, cutting the flow over the quickly stitched wound.
Binding it.
Swallowing her fear, looking at him. Gripping her fists together she looked into his eyes. Fearless, jumping, prepared to leap forward. Versus something ready to protect their turf. Their shit. A monster, neither black nor white.
“是的”
She replied. Determination. A familiar feeling. Eyes scanning over, whiskers twitching as the massive animal sniffed at her. Silent, eyes hardly bashful as he tilted his head.
“... 非常好的兔子...?”
Unsure. Words coming slower, the man nodding, hiding the necklace as he motioned to the door.
“Let's move.”
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Can't tell if this is shit or great.
Depressing.
Depressing. Isn't it?”
I couldn't see. I couldn't move. Cold, warmth leaving my body as chills spread through my body. Blinking. Mana slowly coiling. Pooling, barely enough to fight back. To keep the cold away as the needle remained embedded in my neck.
“What was it? Two year? Five? Ten?”
Bland. A bland accent to the otherwise nasalesque, elongated tone. Not quite southern. But certainly intrigued.
“H- who-”
“Shhhh.”
Squatting over him. Frigid chill, a warm hand grasping his, spreading itself outwards. Nerves growing tingly as he let out a surprised gasp.
“Up here in the mountains, hardly anyone would believe what happened.”
Nodding her chin, his body ready to move as a sharp cold entered his neck. Breathing, woman clicking her tongue as she laid it out.
“Course. That's assuming you're able to come back down.”
Cursing under this breath. Head hung, swallowing his pride as he lay there. Warmth reflected in the snow, mana properly stabilised, strength no longer draining. Before it echoed over.
“... Tell me brave adventurer. You know of the demons?”
Shooting into the air, arms pressing against the ground. Body moving to rise up, knife slamming her body against the tree.
“WHO-”
Red hair cascaded over her shoulders, flickering. Dropping down, seeming to melt. His eyes hardening against the illusion, blade embedded into her shoulder, teeth grit as he glared at her. A bird on her neck, black, a magical tattoo of winding circles.
Growling, gritting his teeth. The man focusing on the wolf insignia, a feral dog. Frowning as nothing matched.
“... You done mate?”
Hissing through her teeth, pushing through the pain in her shoulder. Anger in her eyes, held back as he looked in her brown eyes.
“... Who- … weren't you-”
“Summoned?”
She finished. Head tilting, looking at him, mask in hand as she pushed his arm side.
“... Yeah, I was.”
Click.
“But I'm going to be blunt.”
Pressing against his stomach. The cold metal hole visible felt through his armour. Shiver sent down his spine, head spinning as she glared back.
“You want revenge?”
A cold question. Eyes hardening. Right arm embedded with the knife, pistol aimed at his stomach as he hissed through his teeth. It hurt to even breath. Struck in the back, spine pounding along as he was forced to hunch.
Dirty fighting. That's all he had to attack, scowling at myself. A laugh escaping my lips.
“Been a while since you fought like this, eh Michael?”
His brow furrowed. She knew his name. Our name. MY name. Voice hard, no doubt the pain was truly getting to him.
“What. Do you want. Criminal. Scum.”
“... Want?”
Tilting. Gun pushed up his stomach, aimed to blast further into his body. Relaxing, her face calming down as she let out a giggle. Excitement, the pain was getting to her.
“I want an army, I want assurances.”
Opening his mouth to speak, her hand releasing the grip. Slinging over his shoulders, foreheads pressing together. Memory sending shivers down his spine. That-
“Don't tell me…”
He looked away. Woman leaning forward, voice growling, gravel pounding against his beating skull as she snarled out.
“You thought Liana really died by something she specialised in. Did you?”
And that was it. Thoroughly freaked the fuck out. Pushing her properly against the tree, sparks igniting along her back as she let out a cackle. A giggle, laughing from the pain, madness. Stepping back as he gripped his stomach.
“H- How. Who-”
“Does it matter Holy Knight Michael? You're a dead man one way or another.”
Tossing the knife to the covered ground. Her footsteps hardly showing across the snow. His head spun, mana pool low, pain spreading outwards as he hissed. Forced on one knee.
“So… So what?”
He stood tall. Sword sheathed, shield half dusted with snow. Standing off the blackened tree.
“What have you to offer me?”
“... What else?”
She reached for her collar, Unclasping a pin. Cloak over her body, tossing it to the man. A black cloak over her body.
“Revenge.”
You sacrificed everything to get this far, and at the last moment you were betrayed by the one you thought most dear. You lay dying one the snow, praying to any god, demon, or anything that would listen. You receive an answer.
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Based off Mr frosty the snowman's comment. Read below to decide if this is worth restarting the damn story line around Slugterra with magic and stuff.
“I’m going to start with a very simple question.”
His engine roared, motorbike speeding it’s way across the caverns, Trix scowling as they sped towards the twins. Dumber of the pair shouting back as they chased him.
“LODE!!”
She dragged the blade behind her. Red curled hair boiling back as she strode forward. Anger in her eyes as she strode towards the man, grey skin, body strengthened in the darkness. Burning red eyes meeting demonic yellow.
“Under who’s fucking orders-”
Speeding away, shouting back at his stupid brother. Blakk was gone. Their lives gone, Ma shot dead with whatever That was chasing behind, a strange mechabeast driving towards him. Black bodied helmet, leather clothes, a strange blaster that seemed to shoot slugs of metal and death. Arm bleeding as he continue to ride.
“STOP CHASING ME YA NUB!!!”
Yelping, loud shots ringing behind him, ducking his head as the woman oddly cursed in that weird easterner’s tongue.
Chinese. Something like that, cursing loudly as she sped past the Shane. This new program of Eli’s, it’d been trouble after trouble. Days spent coupled, protecting the caverns had clearly awakened something, turning the criminals into a police force that would have worked with the Shanes to keep the peace. Earn glory and gold through generally legal means. A mad pitch, but the first Shane to defeat several world ending disasters was something nobody could truly dare argue against.
And now? Well, she’d blown her way in, lightning crackling as she shot down an illegal dealing.
My head still ached from whatever impact that weird crystal that’d vanished into nothing she’d thrown to the floor. Revving engines, Eli calling behind me.
“GRA-”
“YEAH YEA-”
She’d managed to shout back, sparks of lightning erupting as whatever weapon she had. A ‘gun’ or pistol, or whatever it was. It didn’t use slugs, Beatrice didn’t hear most of what Eli had said, most of anything didn’t make sense. Sure, they’d saved the world over a period of years. And then a few months. But this had only been a day. Pounding against her skull, body pushing back before she could half hear something.
“OH FUCK ME.”
English. For the first time since she’d arrived, eyes growing wide. Strange woman’s robotised voice cutting through as she dropped the gun to her bike’s side. Popping a wheely, lightning sparking out of the vehicles engine as storm clouds gathered above.
“…”
And now she stood, frozen in place. Head turning to the massive expanse of black stone, the courtyard of the underground holding cell. The coupled up cave system in this small corner of Hell, court standing a few metres aside as she turned to the entrenched fort leader.
“What the HELL did you do?”
Bravado long gone. Birthright in her eyes, the man smirking, snarling as blood rain erupted over one half of the twin.
“What our kind has alway done.”
He replied. The woman shook her head. Releasing her anger, flames erupting at her fingers as she drew her blade back.
“And I’ve long explained that belief is what caused us to fall.”
Locke managed to force his brother to stop, woman loudly cursing as she gripped the encased stone item.
“JESUS FUCKING- OH SHUT THE FUCK- EMARCHINA- CUNT!!!”
And evidently. Whatever it was she tried to do, wasn’t working.
“GUYS…”
The stranger’s bike floated up, item cracking. Red shards expanding into what looked like a circle, my heart sank. Stomach swallowing as Locke stammered out.
“I- That-”
“GO HOME.”
Snarling through her teeth, glaring at the bandit as his thicker headed brother slapped his head.
“I TOLD YOU WE SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN THE JOB!”
“H- HEY!”
And then they turned, my head shifted back. I’d seen this only a few times, body tugged back. Letting out a gasp as he managed to mouth out an instruction. Not like I needed one, trees started to uproot themselves, thunder booming as an ancient voice roared out in… French??
Accent cutting through, cursing as flames erupted across and then…
For reference read the following.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/52655824/chapters/133190566
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Blood dripped down my shoulder, cursing to myself as I sprinted faster. Rushing off the bike as I skid past several panicked civilians. Cluttering aside, rolling onto the floor as bullets barely missed my head.
Panick, a frenzy spreading over the populous as I stood up. Shifting the bag over my back, continuing to curse as I snaked my way into the short alleys.
She'd sprinted in, eyes scanning her surroundings before jumping. The man cursed, pistol in hand as the portal snapped shut. Inches from catching her.
Stumbling out the doorway. Void left empty. The room left a drop of blood as she staggered in. Priestess loudly cursed as the dark haired woman slammed into her. Staff in hand, feet swept from under her as they fumbled down the steps.
“FUCK.”
The stranger rolled onto her side. Continuing to curse back and forth between three of them. Growling as she did so, hissing as she gripped her shoulder.
“CUNT. THAT. FUCK. HURTS. SHITTY- OH FUCK YOU.”
Forcing herself onto her feet, eyes frantic as she looked back at the group of six. Priestess watching. Hand gripping the staff tightly. Glaring at her as she seemed to mumble out a curse.
“... As I was saying…”
Then vanished out the main door. Still gripping her shoulder, limping forward as she looked behind her. Words mumble now. Feverish, face clammy as she walked through the shining frame.
Light adjusted in her eyes, raising her eyebrow as the woman eventually slumped onto the floor. Bag on her back, blood dripping all the way from the doorway.
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I had a dream once. You've probably had one too. It wasn't a difficult dream. But it was certainly strange. It started with rain. Pouring rain.
Damp. Cold. Shivering. The stranger grasped her limp body, a smile on her face as she dragged her from the corpse.
“Worth. It.”
Mumbling, heroes rushing over, the spell cut off. Demon king gasping for breath, wheezing as he stood weakened. Slowly rising, weapon prepared as they let out a roar. Army rejuvenated to protect her. Hand over her face as she cried out.
“WHY-”
Pushing herself up, arms wrapping around her as she pressed herself into her. A final burst of strength. Pulling away. Landing back on her lap as she let out a laugh.
“... Told you. My brother always was one for romantics.”
Her eyes turned back to brown. A harsher. Fierce. Animalistic features. Crown of death and thorns forming over her head. A halo over her head as she forced herself up.
“And so am I.”
Bowing to the goddess, her mouth agape as she reached behind her head. Hand smashing into her spine, eyes burning red as she forced her hand into her spine.
Howling, snarling, army racing past as the demon king froze. His eyes growing wide as they let out a roar. Pulling the shaft from her back, blood rising upwards as she slammed the spear out of her. Blood dripping down her back, drawing the spear around her. Sparking against the earth as she slammed her foot down.
“IGNITION.”
Thunder rumbled above the sky, spear cutting through the earth, the chains of fate erupting from the ground, cutting as she swung the weapon around her.
Chanting. Spear flickering, expanding into rings of weapons, golden glow echoing from them as she struck the ground. Gasping for breath as the demon king roared back in response.
“CUT HER DOWN OR DIE WHERE YOU STAND.”
Booming. Blades in hand as he rushed towards the entity. Spears appearing in her hands, differing shafts. Different weapons, swinging and swirling in a dance, Frost appearing at her command. Weapons of death striking forth, thunder shaking the earth together as she reared back.
Kamishini no Yari.
One of its names. It vanished from the history books, appearing in fragments. Built from fragments. Shards. An obsidian set of blades. Shackles of death, destiny and fate. A bow more powerful than the weakest. The blood of Hope.
It's true form. Could not be wielded by a single person. It took twelve at minimum, for someone to use God's weapon. And here, she stood. Ice. Fire. Void. Chaos. Order. Winter. Summer. Spring. Autumn. Change. Stasis. And Death.
Twelve souls. Twelve powers, the man roaring as six floating blades twirled in both hands. Levitating as divinity rushed towards him.
“YOU THINK YOU HAVE WON?”
Cra-koom.
Twin locking blades locking against his godkiller. Spears frozen in place, parrying the strike as she swirled the weapons into a staff. Swinging it behind her as she snarled back.
“Who said I'm not trying to lose?”
“... No.”
“... Sorry princess. I'll see you at the next stop.”
Bowing. Illusionist. Liar. Mask.
Rushing forward, heroes charging across the battleground as she swept one foot before the other. Sweeping the Godkiller as she jumped up.
“Go to hell.”
CRACK-KOOM.
A God's strike. Lightning erupting through her, both legs snapping back and forth as her hands grabbed the spear's end. Blasting through the man's chest, firing through his brain. The being stumbled back. Woman swinging as she swung the spear out the front of his face.
“DIE.”
Thrown into the air, her magic activated. Spells swishing past her, mana expanding. Thrown out as the heroine began throwing spells at herself. A magical thermonuclear warhead, magical done thrust around the demon king.
Body locking itself. Redirecting magical energy into deadly force. The regenerating monster looked up. Scp-682 snarled back. Captive. Whispering. Divine power boiling her body up as she looked back at Elina.
“See ya.”
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Ngl. This be a bit shit. Might make a better one later.
You are the king's court jester and you enjoy your job very much, but what not many people now is that you used to be a royal knight. One day a noble, offended by a joke you made, challenges you to a duel.
I wasn't the best in the field. And I wasn't the best in the land. In fact, my magic worked more as a distraction, working behind closed doors as one of the darker hands of the knights.
Long, long ago, our kingdom was established by three individuals, lost to time. We stand as an opposite to Earth.
“And despite it all. We still get men pious enough to be insulted by one ya momma joke.”
Smiling, their eyes wide as they stood in a Jesters uniform. Mask over their face, a circus dress for the entertainer. The lord scoffed at him, rolling his eyes as he raised his sword.
“Needn't matter, no peasant dares insult my mother!”
Letting out a long sigh, Queenie rubbed her eyes before looking up to the jester. A silly grin on his face, calm, looking panicked as he examined his surroundings. The king’s hand tense, tapping the table as he debated the right choice.
“... You really wanna do this man?”
The jester had drawn a knife. A thin blade made more for personal defence. Expensive, sure, it paled in comparison to the Lord's blade. The best metal money could buy, sharpened edge with runes lining the outside in fancied patterns. Clean, simple, puffing his chest as he bragged his rank.
“As B ranked at Blade Accolade, I believe this duel has long since been decided! Surrender this duel or die like a coward!!”
Shrill. The jester's form shifting. Sweeping the blade behind him, rolling his eyes as he adjusted his jingly hat.
“Whatever you say dude. Cartez, HIT IT!”
Grinning wide, the musician clapped his hands together as the king leaned back. Slowly but surely, the small crowd began its chant. Jester bowing before whispering towards the man.
“You asked for this.”
“DIE.”
Stepping from his initial strike, feet pulling behind him the musicians went at it. Battle music following the pace of the battle, the lord snarling. Gripping his blade as the entertainer continued to entertain. Leg kicking the sword aside, fancy swipes missing his general structure as he started dancing to the song.
Gritting his teeth. Foot planted to one side as he swung a noble woman into his arms.
“FLAMA!”
Raising the blade over his head, the man squeaking as he threw her aside. Blowing a kiss as he flipped his way out the swinging rope of flames. Blade extended, fire compacted into a temporary burst as the ambassador tossed a shield to the man. Shouting back at him.
“Benjihuo.”
“HEY.”
BONK.
“...”
You are the king’s court jester and you enjoy your job very much, but what not many people now is that you used to be a royal knight. One day a noble, offended by a joke you made, challenges you to a duel.
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Frozen Creepy pasta new intro thing started. I had me fun, now this little more serious.
After blue balls leaves her world, that results in unforseen consequences. Reblog and read whatever if you wanna see more. I'll try to post next part next week.
She lay there. Body overworked, knocked out. Energy glowing paler by the day, cuts along her face fading in and out as she breathed. Cyan blue slowly grows duller and duller.
“...”
Chaos. Chaos erupted around her, soul knocked out as the woman grumbled her charge across the endless plains.
“Of course the bloody story goes dark.”
Grumbling to herself. Rope pulled over her, dragging the corpse as she trudged forward, mumbling as she carried the sword over her shoulder.
“OI. CUNT. YOUS GONNA WAKE OR WHAT???”
“... Mmmrmmm.”
And like a kitten, stirring in her sleep, she made a noise. Jack froze, about to stand and leave. He'd spent the night here, soon to be morning and he was due to be on patrol by now. After a moment, he sat back down.
“... Jack…”
Mumbling, head shifting as she tilted her head. Rolling her eyes as the woman continued to drag the body, scowling as she continued walking forward.
“Yeah, yeah. Your boyfriend's keeping your body alive, shuddup!”
Kicking the sand at her feet, the girl snapping up. Coughing. Face wiping as blood shot out her nose. A curse echoed from the side of her cheek. Slit face glowing red as a voice called out.
“AH SHIT.”
Jack almost reached for her, pulling her away, eyes wide. Axe in hand, frozen as he stood over her. Red. Bright, vibrant. Flickering, someone grumbling, light shifting over her face as whoever it was continued to curse and swear.
And then he looked up. Stars. The sky studded ceiling of stars, something unfamiliar about it. Mind stretching to view it, stepping back before pain sharped through his back.
The boy slumped over the girl. Red hair strewn over her lap, hand almost instinctively jumping to pat his head. Tentative, before it snapped back.
“... Watch it kiddo.”
Winds wracked their surroundings, thunder pondering behind her as the clouds grew above them. Stammering, his mouth shifting as she continued to smack the mallet against the mountain, tree canopy blocking the opposite way the wind went. Growing sharper and harder as it snapped against…
“... H-how that. That's not-”
And here came the unravelling. Letting out a sigh, reaching for the stick before I jabbed his chest.
“You're an undead man child with a highschool crush on an undead super willed baby girl powered by the unadulterated power of friendship, kindness and souls and shit.”
Risen to her feet, tapping his head with the mallet, before she dropped it into a pit of nothing at his feet. Closing as fast as it appeared, grabbing a star above her head to light her cigarette as she continued to bitch.
“So don't fucking say some shit about that not making sense, welcome to the Duat. It's chaotic and shitty and these here regions stop making sense.”
Tossing the empty paper, pulling out a paintbrush, shaking the portable item as she slicked it to her arm.
“So stop making sense of it, or your girl's gonna be boyfriend-less.”
Peeling the item from her arm, slapping it onto the wight’s stupid face as she pointed at the frozen adolescent.
“... Who… are you…?”
Stepping forward, reality warping and bending, skin flaking, peeling as she gripped the cigarette in one hand. Watching as he struggled to walk over, letting out another sigh as she stood up.
And then punched his stupid face.
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Made another crack at the creepy frozen pasta thing.
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It started something like two weeks ago. After the missions Slendy had spat out. The more exciting of the options. Between chores, murder and personal ones for purposes of training. Jack barely explained the last one, she’d “learn about it when you need to.”
Stepping into the exercise room, towel around her neck as she rubbed it against her nape.
“Annie!”
“… Mmm.”
Half a groan, rubbing her temples as Toby looked at her.
Pulling back on the oar machine, arms flexed as she moved inside the room. There were two within the building. One more filled with weapons, the other…
Filled with exercise equipment, Jack pressing buttons on the treadmill, grumbling as his lighter grey body looked back at her.
“… You’re late.”
He remarked, helping herself over. One of the lesser mentioned parts in most stories, the almost daily exercise the group did every monthly. Jogging, punching, a full routine conducted over a week, due next week. But Slendy had recommended it after she’d barely ran something like two kilometres.
“… Don’t remind me.”
Worry was in his eye, something she didn’t seem to notice as she stepped onto the treadmill. Selecting options, hand swiping over, eyes flicking over as she gripped the handles. Clipping the emergency clip, head still aching as she started trotting.
“…”
Keeping an eye on her. Caution in his vision, stronger limbs, faint slivers of muscles, stronger. More used to the endurance, magical glow brighter as they started walking together.
“…”
It’d been a strange dream. Slendy hadn’t much to say about it, merely shrugging as he confirmed her suspicions. Nobody really questioned it. Slendy’s absence for the past two days. Peering over to see if there was anything around her.
“You ok?”
She snapped out of it, for now at least, looking at him. Moving, shifting black tar. Mostly frozen in place, an empty void with barely flickers of light coming out to reflect anything. Worry, the intriguing, offering hand. Inquisitive as the machine started to force the pair to jog.
Toby watched from the side, pulling and pushing, back and forth as he flexed his body’s movements. Despite the excitement of yesterday, limbs still burning, it’d hardly be enough for Slendy’s next game. Mumbling to himself, pulling and pushing as he pumped his body.
“… Uhm. Yeah.”
Hanging her head, looking up. Coughing as she mumbled.
“… Yeah. I… I think so.”
Grey skin looked back at her. Tilting his head, before he nodded. Smiling back as he remarked.
“… Cool.”
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Wrote a continuation of frozen creepy pasta thing.
Weapons free, woman snarling as she swept her blades around herself. A spiral of death, proto magi emanating off her flaming blades. Snarling as she slashed the ground. Controlled bursts of energy erupted from the earth. Flames barring segments with masses of melted lava, rocks crumbling to the floor. Shadows erupted from her back as she did so, smoke billowing out her ears as a pair of horns flickered between growing and a halo appearing over her head.
Gritting his teeth, hand raised over his face as she roared at the being
“BASTARD.”
Slamming her foot down, blades embedded into the stone, lightning hardening around her as she took a step back. Hands glowing as she raised fists.
And he laughed. Smiling, slimy bastard. Controlling everything from behind the scenes, whispering rumours and hints.
A pair of shadows rose over the pale skinned being. Dark hair wafting behind her as flames continued, forcing a battleground as He stepped forward. Slowly walking forward. A husk, magical bounds appearing over her hands, twirling on her spot, tossing a pair of bags into the air as she began chanting.
Voice echoing across the flickering, heated room. Snarling, eyes glowing equals and opposites as He cackled out.
“Ȍ̷̡̱̤͕̘̯̞̪̳̩̳͓̚͝ͅḩ̸̛̞̥̞̻͖̝̻̙̐͋ͅ ̷̡̧͚̟̮̗͔̋͑̈́̽̓͊͝c̵̹̫̥̿̀̂̈́̆̉̋̚͝h̴̗̹̩͔͔̜̪͓̲̓̎͒̌̊͜i̶̧̞̱̭̜̖̳̠̤̮̼͇͒l̷̢̞̭̹̠͔͔͖̫͔͛ḑ̷̨̛͈̯͓̬̆̑̐́̆͋̓̆̄,̵̣̲͈̗̳̝̲̝͇̝̤̜̅̅̽̂̉͒̉͗̓͆͜͠ ̴̡̠̩̟͉͓̲̰̟̝̗̞̐̚ş̵̨͇͓̟̰͈̣̘͈̹̉̐͑͝o̷̪̹͖̼̳̒̂̇̈́̄̚͘̕͝ ̷̡̛̼͎̩̒̍̂͌͒̎́́̐͂̎i̴̡̧̢͎̤̮̰̻͂̈́̿ͅṅ̶̨̲̯̦̱̭̩̖̙̃̑̈́͒̀̅̚͘͘͠͝n̵̢̺͖͓̣̑̄̇͒͑̀ơ̷̧̳̠͊c̴̢̘̞̫͓̙̜̙͌̃͆̿͋͗͠ę̶̲̝̬̙͉̙͕͉̣̏͋͠͠ń̷̢͇̪̰̗̲̟̱̞̕̚t̴̜̦̞̤̖̳̣̼̦̃͛̀̈́̀̃ ̷̡͓̗̞̲̯͋̾̃̾͑̃͊͊͜͠a̷̛͈̬̰̱̰̐̓̆̐̉̑̍̇̆͗͑͠n̸͓̝̐͆̊̿̔̉̅̌̚͠d̵̡̻̙̣̘̽̂̑̋͋͌̏͠ ̸͙̣̭̼̺͔̝̬̝̦̫͔̣̑̒͊̓͂̃̀͆͘͝s̵̢̢̯͖̹̳͚͕͍͖͐̔̾̄̆̿̈́ẅ̴̛̝̜͚̖̜̻̖́̍̽̀͋̇̓̑̓̓͝ẻ̴̞̘̰̝͚̳̉͒̔̓̓e̸̛̗͈̻̾̌̽͗́͐t̶̯̹̰̰̮͕͊̈́̏̏͘͠.̷́̈́̾͛��̢̛̝̬̰̜̤̳̭̿̋̍̓ ̵̩̜͚̮̝͂̒́͊̒Å̵̭̩̘͓͙̞̀̄͋͐͋̿͊̎̕͘͠l̷̡͙̻̦͝l̷̯͉̫̰̙̥̦̖̜͍̼̎͗̌̅̀̊̅̾̏̅̉͛ ̷̢̰̭͚͇̬̜̀̿̃̀̌̇̄͝t̷̝̣̪̝̔̒̋́h̴̤͉̞̘͛̀̽̉̆̋i̶̛̦̙̘̹͍̓̋̄̈́͑͝͝ṡ̷͇͉̞̬̪̞̍̅̏̐͋͂̚ ̶͚̪̗̳͎̗̑̇͝ḟ̵͕̼̤̹͉̣̤̲̯̳̹̯̬̈́̑͆̍̑̇̐̃͊͝ô̷̢͔̩͍͓͛͗̀̌̎̔͝r̶̼͖̩͇͈̭̗̱̳͑͌̉͗͊͂̊̃ ̶̱̭͎̣͎̙̥̣̲̬͙̈̎̍̀̑̕ͅļ̸̼͉͇̺̭͉̖͓͔̈͂́͛̿̏̇̿̊̑͝ḯ̷̡̯͎̼͈̯̠̓̑͗̓̈́̚͘t̶̨̛̰̠̥̗̺̺̞̋̔́̆̓̃̈́t̸̲̰̠̬̠̀͐̉͝l̷̨̡̛̺͎͔̟̞͚͚͔̘͐̆͊̎̿̀̆͐̌̋͝e̸͇͚̓̆̓͆̏̔̊̊̈.̵̧͙̈́̌ͅ ̵̨̧̛̞͈͍͇̼͍̤͖̱̂̑̍̑͋͌͑̄̓̕O̸̧̠̫̺̝̹̎̐̒̈̚͠l̷͔͇͆̃̿͗̃ď̷͔͉̫͙͎͂͑̈́͑̇̔̂̿͝͝ͅ.̸̡͔̪͔̥̼͙̦̋̔ ̶̢̨̢͕̗̪̥̠͎͈̎͌̐̊́͂͑̄̔͌M̶̻̺̥̃͒̀̈́̿̌͝è̷̋̅̌̈͆̊̆̍̂̔͌ͅ?̷̡̧̗̖̬͙͚́”
Smiling. A sneer on his face, body boiling as she let out a cackle.
“Please. Don't make us laugh…”
“...”
He sat up. Eyes looking over the room. Mind flickering. Clicking as he loaded in the moments. He'd seen a memory, fragmented. Pieces woven together by a single hand, though they seemed to be wearing several masks. Hiding the true author and likely throwing off anyone looking into this.
Like throwing cards after a bank heist. The police would have to investigate since those who used the card might know something. Anything.
“...”
“... Paranoid.”
He decided. Rising, adjusting his suit pale, tall, skinny. A balance. A lie. A kindness.
I let out a sigh, long, out drawn, exasperated. Rubbing his eye holes, covered by skin like material. Muttering as my head examined the vision. Stitched. Paranoid, whoever had created it were paranoid.
Sitting on the edge of the chair, looking back at the door. A directional 3 and a half dimensional vision. The room, simple, clean, and relatively cheap. Military grade for its quality. Hands clinking against the table, considering his choices as he sat there.
Wearing the suit, scratching his chin before he stood up. Something of a message. Or perhaps a warning?
The end of it, Zalgo’s magic. Illusion magic. A cut off, artificial, far too clean to be done by anyone but the originator. Thrown into the empty void of the mind scape. Core parts locked down, the end a clean cut.
Knock knock.
He turned. Sound echoing around the room, dissipating into relaxed air molecules. Focusing on the door, echoes forming… Ah.
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Pilot writing thing.
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Anne had started drifting asleep after it all, the excitement draining from her as her eyes raised over her head.
“… Anne?”
Shifting the girl on his back, black tar eyes looking into her numb expression. Lifting her along his back, mumbling to him as his worry continued to etch itself over his chest. Ginger hair, light grey mask. Snow covering the ground around them as the two killers bickered between each other.
It felt weird as I woke up. Yawning, stretching my back as I helped myself to the bathroom. Spare change of clothes in hand, towel gripped in my other hand as I closed the door behind me. Locking the door, mild pressure over my head as I lifted the shirt off.
Squat over the gutters, glove in hand as the mismatched face pushed aside the clumps of snow. Bodies tossed into a pit a small ways off, Slendy gripping a shovel as Hoodie continued to argue with Masky.
Wiping snow off the panels, Jack scooping the snow off the roof. Or would’ve, if he wasn’t staring down at a pensive looking Ani.
Cut over her face, soul energy glowing faintly, a pale blue echoing almost covered by the yellow sun above. Rolling together some of the snow from the roof, creating a ball as the white skinned man readied his hand back.
“… Seriously…”
Muttering to himself, his eyes following her blue coat. Dark blue tie, skirt and sweater. Boots printing onto the floor as cold threw itself into his nape.
“JESUS-”
“Quit staring at your girlfriend and dump the snow off!”
Shaking his fist, Jeff glaring at him, snow packed down the roof. Glaring up at the two, orange hair strewn behind him, eyes filled with thick black liquid dried black lines over his face as he snapped back.
“I- did you just-”
THUD.
Rock bonking onto the pasty teen. Jess glaring back at the two of them, holding open the trapdoor as she barked back.
“Both of you quit bickering and clean the goddamn roof!!”
Looking between each other, one hand planted over their hip. Both nodding, Jeff snickering out.
“Alright mo-”
THWUMP.
”FUCK!”
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“… I don’t think you heard me.”
A snarl over their wolf-like face, tri fold faces, snarling as they towered over the human. Weapon prepared behind their hip, guns at the ready as the shuttles dropped towards the concrete.
“Hand it over.”
Doohickey. That’s the only way to explain what it was, green, egg-like, a capsule with padding on the inside, layers of specialised something that opened up to a heavy cue ball like item. Tossing it between my hands told me that much, eyes glaring at each other as she repeated herself.
“And I thought I made it clear when I said I’m under orders…”
Defiant to the very end. Human glaring back at the alien as she stood gripping the item in her hand.
Pulling it behind her, knife gripped with one hand, eyes glaring at the shrinking visage of something. A pair of wolves, a monster and an alien. One skinning her commanding officer after they repeatedly insulted her, the other tearing open another human. Irked, or at least that’s what it seemed. Hand tossing the orb into her sleeve, other hand catching a green item as she threw it over her head.
”YEET!”
Throwing the orb into the disguised person, heads snapping to the alien as the heavy Easter egg cracked against his skull, frozen chocolate snapping as it clanked like a rock. Suit letting out sparks, the alien turning his head as his face suddenly was sent flying.
“HIYA!”
She’d thrown the first kick, sweeping onto the floor, twisting her body around as guns quickly raised up. Flinging several green items from her sleeves, hopping herself onto her feet before swinging her momentum into a curved strike behind her.
“YOU LITTLE-”
CRACK.
Red. Bright, vibrant red on her fist, arm gripping his chin, pulling him downwards as her leg threw itself over his neck.
“RAISE-”
A warbled noise echoed from her throat, a mix of cursing and autistic squeaking, hands swirling around her body as she locked her legs around the wolf alien man.
Barking, snarling, the woman ripping knife from her side, blade held over his snout as she managed to let out a breath.
“… HOOO. OK. EVERYONE. CHILL.”
Hands pressing apart, one aimed at the man’s half open snout, any further movement forcing his mouth closed as she looked across the room. We didn’t know who they were or what they wanted. But we did know they wanted something our diplomats were going to give their diplomats.
Freezing in place, guns stuck between moving in position, dropping them, heaving, sweat coming off her toned body as her legs squeezed around his neck. Surprisingly strong, spots coming over his eyes, clicking, making noises, snarling at invisible agents. Almost barking at them as the sound of several firearms echoed nearby.
“TRI…”
”SHUT UP.”
Barking back through the hall, mercenary glaring, snarling as several more soldiers rushed over. Weapons raised, his men hesitating before pulling up masks. Covers hiding their faces as the delegates pushed forward.
“E- TRIAGE. WHAT THE FU-”
”HE TRIED TO TAKE THE FANCY THINGAMAJIG AND-.”
Punching the stunt knife into his snout, legs squeezing his face white as his hands quickly rose to tap her legs. Cursing, rolling backwards into the wall. Legs thrown against it as she gripped her head.
“SIR! This- This mad-”
“… Ah. I see.”
Adjusting his suit, the man stepped forward as he looked across the short hangar. Or rather, woman. Heavy, drawn accent, sharp, a mix between southern and northern French and Anglish respectively. A sword at her side, figures running in, guns raised at all individuals as their masks covered their faces. Her hand curled around a summoned staff, sparks erupting into a pillar, hiding however she’d done it, metal plates curling down her body as her brown hair dropped down her back.
“… B- … Foxtrot…?”
Stepping back, my brother’s eyes widening. Wearing the suit, gun at his side, not nervous. Obviously he wouldn’t be nervous, grinding my teeth. A whistling growl shared between the two siblings.
“… Mhmm, in the flesh. Now.”
BANG. BANG.
Clacking against the metal grate, glaring at the gathered crowd, several masked figures pushing through the group, uneven. Glaring between them as the woman sat down on a gathered seat.
“Kill that one.”
Letting out a calm sigh, taking her thermos flask as she began pouring herself a cup of tea. The delegate’s eyes widened, human ones immediately protesting as the stranger and her gang forced equal footing.
“Now hold on-”
“Richard Tobias McCarthy.”
She’d cut in, hand gripping a remote, collar snapped around his neck as he let out a pained choke. The woman exasperated, snarling as she continued.
”Hold your tongue, swallow that spit and explain why I shouldn’t blow this fine Lunaris warrior-lieutenant’s brains out or so help me God I shall burn this base to salts.”
Yanked off, dropping to his knees, the delegate’s eyes widening before their superior spoke up.
“And why exactly must their heads roll?”
Large. The bear man’s scars prevalent over his body. Clicking tongue against her cheek, snapping her fingers as a red headed girl took the thermos.
“… She injured one of my ally’s family members, attempted some form of a coupe and has been KILLING MY MEMBERS.”
Fire exploded across the room, her hand burning with mystical energy. Vanishing as fast as she finished speaking, flames erupting over her body as she gripped the man by the face. Slim body almost impossibly lifting him. Glaring into their eyes as she gripped him by the neck.
“… Kill him and the deal’s off.”
He’d pulled out a seat. Looking at her, powerful, frozen in place as she looked back. Considering him, masks covering their faces. Several similarly masked figures turned to acknowledge him. Letting go, hands gripping him onto the floor as another figure held the button to. Well, presumably the several strapped boxes of C4. Hands raised over their heads, members walking towards them as the woman gave a scoff.
“… Very well. Prime minister, I take it you’ll deal with him appropriately?”
Pulling a switch, snapping her fingers, as several dropped from the ceiling. Jogging towards the ship, briefcases switching hands as she looked down at the leader of the country. Glaring at her, helping himself up as he snorted.
“Course I will.”
Nodding, she turned. Snapping her fingers as she started speaking in French.
“Alright sluts. Let’s get moving, we’ve got rides to catch and a dance to arrange.”
Her accent was strange. Strange as her appearance, sudden, pulling open a wooden door, setting it straight as she gripped it by the handle. Stepping back as it swung open, masked figures jogged through, briefcases tossed in as the platoon of forces quickly filed through the doors. Tapping the wood before stepping through, the wooden door slumped back against the wall.
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Humans are space orcs. Gotham.
Hands raising I've her head, guns cocked and aimed at her. Frozen in place, human standing at their mercy as the aliens seemed to fumble with the translator.
“... Is it fine if we just use mine? I don't know about y'all, but I kinda don't wanna stand here all day.”
Freezing, bug faces shifting to glance at one another, quietly looking between each other. Whisper like conversation shared between each other, before silence. Awkwardness. As I took another breath.
“Y'all stay quiet if that's ok.”
Another moment. Quiet whisperings, before staying silent. Dropping my fingers in signifying, slowly counting to ten as I returned my hands.
“... Ok, so none of y'all shoot me please…”
The human slowly lowered one hand, reaching into her jacket before slowly pulling out a brick like device. With one hand, she started it up. Childish animation playing over the screen, before she pulled a few switches, speaking into the translator.
“... Chima, huh?”
Pressing the muzzle against her head, hissing as the tri face snapped at her.
“Silence.”
Robotic voice calling through, human pulling a few more buttons, fingers splayed out as she let out an award laugh.
“So… y'all military I presume?”
Weapons shifting, various half shouts for my head, as the leader quietly barked out.
“Shush!”
“... And I assume running some kind of black ops in an attempt to influence human politics.”
More shuffling, bickering sounds, several aliens telling their comrades to be quiet lest they get caught.
This continued for about, five minutes? Human at this point dropping her hands, pulling out a stool and taking a seat. Offering the circles to her kidnappers after the following chain.
“HEY-”
“Mate. Shut up, we both know this'll take a while. Either take a seat or kill me.”
“... Is this…”
“Normal? Frankly speaking? Yes. Fourth time this month people threaten me and whatnot.”
“... But, your planet is unified.”
“...”
Freezing, human tilting her head as she looks ready to look back.
“No…? Not really? We're all under agreement to work together, but there's still groups who throw all kinds of hissy fits or whatever.”
Gothanite shrugging off the next questions, slowly drifting attention back as she called back.
“But anyways, like. Is there anything else I need to do, or can I piss off or…?”
Standing up, pulling the stools into her bag, the woman swinging it into her back as she reached behind her head. Twin sheathes hidden under her jacket. Clothing dropping from her body as he backpack released foam from the back of her back.
“Good- GAH!!”
“... Seriously???”
Hands on her hips. Water absorbent liquid quickly hardened into solid mass as she looked at her threateners. Insect like, secular bodies bound by the foam as the civilian closed the chute shut.
Looking into the air, head of security looking down at the black ops unit beneath him. Cigar in hand, their target looking down, bowl of dates shared between his body guards as the senator stared at the force.
“... Hello Mr Potter!”
Waving up at her representative in government. The man smiling, waving back as he held up a date.
“Want one?”
“... Uhh, sure?”
Tossing it down to her, Gothanites scratching their heads as the aliens let out shouts of confusion.
“HOW-”
Barking through the translator, police officer standing behind them, takeout in hand as he stepped into their eye vision.
“Y'know, in my twenty years of being an officer. I've seen a lot of things. Attended a lot of Mardi gras, separated bickering couples. Hell, I even punched that jackass up there for a bet once.”
The small group of humans revealed themselves to the alien force, alien representative pulled forward in cuffs. Adjusting his uniform, the man handing it to his partner as he stood eye to eye to the man. Putting on a glove as he finished.
“But I swear to God, you alien folk are worse than even the worst humans. And that's saying something.”
Booping the alien's nostrils, the man taking a plastic bag as the aliens looked dumbfounded around them. Chimera, the insect horde. Outwitted by a bunch of humans.
“...”
“Right, I'm heading to the bodega, ciao!”
Turning heel, woman walking off. Senator watching from above, guards taking photos as the humans began their work. Gotham was a weird place. Where the darkest, depraved and moronic people live in a city built off a prison mentality.
But even they had something the alien didn't.
Common sense. Whether it was bickering about who gets credit for a vaccine. The right of land ownership. Or even who goes first in line for anything.
End of the day, there was work to be done. People shouldn't have to pay millions to decrease mortality. It ultimately didn't matter who had the right if there's nothing but dust.
Poking the representative of the Chimera as she summarised.
“Basically. Y'all really need to learn how to just, fucking silence people or something because it's more ridiculous your secret task force spent four hours bickering with a single civilian.”
“ELEANOR.”
“WHAT? I'M NOT WRONG MR SHITTY BROOKLYN!”
Shaking her fist up at the senator, Gothanites shaking their fists. Cursing the woman as she pushed him into the commissioner’s arms. Smiling, the bat slamming the door of the representative in. Damien looking over his city, Casandra smiling at him, before signing to the camera.
The. End.
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Hey buckos,
I'm using my Tumblr clown clout to raise attention to this fuck shittery. Below is some shit I made for the server before I... Chose to quit. Whoever you are, you know who you are. Suck your dick sucked if you're mad that I'm doing this. Anywho. If the below part sounds interesting. Well, read the above poster :D
Gotham City, hand releasing the small drone, flickering as it bent it’s way in and out of reality. Brown eyes reflecting the deadly vibrant sunset, the sun itself ready for the city to collapse and fall to the fungus below. A dark, monochrome place, if New York was hell to live, Gotham was Tartarus.
Swivelling downwards, the air dry and putrid, yet moist enough it sent shivers down your spine. An uneasy sensation that any Gothamite, such as the character of this story, would know to a voice. Bag in hand, hair woven back into a ponytail. Dark clothing, the street turning empty as her blood ran cold. Swallowing, the knowing sensation spreading, body tingling as she moved across the alley. Legs burning, eyes widening as her eyes looked into the dark.
A Falcone, Carmine Falcone. An owl symbol left on his body, stepping back as my eyes widened. Heart beating in my chest, swirling as I turned, something looked back. A black mask, red tie, out of place. A pair of brown eyes looking back across the street, a car driving past, the woman vanishing behind it as someone sped by.
What-
Glancing back, the dead body didn’t move. But a shiny, small… card? An owl symbol left on the man, panicking, knuckles white as she gripped the bag, letting out a panicked scream as she runs from the scene. Turning, small drone floating in the air. Masked woman’s head tilted, the small item folding into her hand as she gripped the street wall painted door. An artist piece, gripping the embedded handle, opening the sketch as she walked through the fade of white.
Lowering his hand, shining light flashing in his eyes, the pair of officers half snorting as they looked at each other.
“I told you not to stare.”
“Yeah yeah…”
Turning into background noise, crime scene tape lining off the alley, cars parked as they held out the road. Resident of the neighbouring house leaning out the window, passing coffee to them, smiling as Gordon came into view. Red headed girl holding the camera, one last shot as a gloved hand adjusts her hand to make the shot straight. Appearing behind her, dark cloak, white eyes as he stepped forward.
“Uh-”
She stared at him, police officer turning off the flashing lights, scowling as the costumed man pat the girl’s head. A puffing of her cheeks as the officer looked back at the scene.
“GAH.”
Red headed girl nearly dropping the camera, the moustached police officer turning to see the man. Tall, broad shoulders…
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How aliens would react to human military customs:
Ngl. I dunno.
Cocking her gun, sliding it into her holster as she looked down the hill.
"... Wow. I thought you were joking. But that. That is a lot of guys."
"... Yes, henceforth why-"
"oh, you can go back. Your job is done."
"... Sorry?"
"that's a lot of guys. They're probably gonna cause a lot of problems."
Flicking on a device at her hip, radar pinging. A massive shining obvious pillar that a moron would never do. Suddenly appearing above the hill, heads turning to look up at her.
"... Sir?"
"Ma'am, but yes. Your job is done here. Fuck off."
Flicking off the safety, vehicles loading up as she shoved him far enough down he could easily slide back down.
"MA'AM-"
"That's an order. Unless you would like to-"
"sacrificing any amount of civilians is worth dying for."
"You don't even know-"
"Yeah. But you do local boy, now tell them to run and get an army to charge the base we scouted."
Cocking her larger gun, scouting party driving halfway up the hill as he let out a scarl. Curling sound clicking his arm blades unsheathing as she barked back.
"That's an order soldier. I don't speak local, take anyone who'll listen and run, I'll catch up later."
Sheathing her knife, lifting her pack onto her back as he continued to stare at her.
"And then what? They'll find this, you'll run and they'll have our gear."
Flicking the device shut, rolling her eyes as she pulled up the dirt covered tarp. A bike hidden under along side...
"You're not seriously-"
"Look, either fuck off and save your people. Or, stay here and question why this dumb bitch of a military bitch's plan and die because she didn't consider some dumb moron who doesn't want to save his fucking hometown."
"... You're willing to die for people you don't know?"
Scoffing, she shoved his chest.
"My dad taught me being a Christian was about choices. You're given the rules, the beliefs and asked to believe. A choice. My belief is protecting that right to choose is vital. Now fuck off lover boy, go save your boyfriend."
"He- He's not-"
Raising an eyebrow, engines growling as people began to call out. Rolling her eyes she as she aimed down sight.
"... As you wish. Corporal."
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Alien: WHAT ARE YOU DOING. ARE YOU INSANE??
Human: Yes.
Alien: ... What?
Human: Now shut it Captain Unicorn, I'm going to destroy the Shit engine!
Alien: ... How many of those mushrooms did you take?
Human: ....
Alien: ...
Human: Was I supposed to count?
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She sat down. Human's face filling with tears, the swelling anger crashing down like a sudden down pour. A tsunami's worth of emotion. Gone.
"And yet for all the power. You cannot do anything."
Sorrowfully. Words mumbled beneath her chin, the Terran stepped out of the delegation.
A rare moment. Far from home, anger swelling across her limbs as she gave the speech. Her words cutting deep, slicing across as she threw example, after example, after example. Smearing her face with the blood of millions, but showing a trail of oil, the burned families. What happened the the Galvins.
And just as fast as it came.
"... Fine. I leave you to your choice, may you take the winds, the fire, the stones and the tsunami that is humanity. They shall judge your fate."
Sweeping behind her, scar burned into her back. No, a brand. Hundreds of brands in her one sided dress, flesh scarred with slave marks. Traitor, killer. And a single kept piece. A small heart interlocked with each other. A symbol of love amongst the hate.
Human delegate stumbling inside, kept, gasping for breath as she turned behind her.
"Hey, Eleanor I didn't-"
And then she paused. She was no delegate. She was a human. Someone who spoke out of turn, a villain who spoke up and snarled at the shining light for being a failure that she must devour. They looked back, a storm following behind her.
Her hand crushed against the wall, tears streaming down her face as rain poured itself down the streets. Nobody came out, the howling winds covering her wails as she gripped her chest.
"It's ok."
"I think I'm done."
"Say bye to him."
"Tell..."
And a hundred more. A thousand more. Lifetimes spreading across her mind, an expanse of endless screams, regrets, anger, fear, frustration. Five millennia fighting in the dark side of the world hopelessly keeping the light alive. Only for the same mistakes to happen again. And again. And-
"Eleanor."
"... The Hell you doing here?"
"That- Everything back there. You-"
A smile spread across her face, a whisper flowing across the winds as her hair pulled across her face.
"What happens when the brilliant shining light fails us, the kings of old are left in dust. And all you know is long since rust. To hope, and life, justice a lie. And all that lives now long since died."
One hand aiming towards the darkest patch in the sky, water collecting into a small bubble as a magical circle were created out of the flowing water. Compressed just short of ice, voice wailing along in the wind as she fired the bullet into the sky.
And the clouds erupted into ice. Controlled magical power, her will spreading itself as snow smashed towards the ground. Heating itself into liquid, raising her ring as she began to bend the very flow of water across the planet.
Dancing absent-mindedly, like a ghost clapping her hands as she let out a call.
"A hundred times, we came to call. A hundred times, you let us fall. And when we screamed out your flaws. All you did was simply drawl. Laughing, cackling and when we're done."
One hand stretching outward, ice sculptures magically dancing around her as hundreds of see through guns aimed across the city. Every guard, soldier and assassin finding a weapon aimed at their heads.
"Well, it's long since been enough."
A snarl came from her voice. Anger trembling, the words of what she said when she revealed it all.
What do you think happens when someone like me, someone that appears once in infinity in a situation like this, lives a thousand and more lives?
Turning, weapons freezing over, the sudden crashing of rain against structures, flooding, water flowing into their body. Landing harmlessly onto the ground and then slammed with snow, some lightning. Buildings crumbling as the singular woman swirled her hands.
The reality might as well had been in her palm. The words between, the silent bonds, the shattering.
The pieces that linked but none of importance, the pawns that held no values.
A goddess in every belief, but the one that truly mattered.
"... Well, they'd go insane."
"That's simply not possible."
"Why'd you ask?"
Her humanoid figure remained. Fur spreading out of her body, Black leathery wings covered in raven feathers, a singular red eye looking to him as an eye socket remained empty.
"I'd say this is goodbye, it's been an honour. But frankly."
Clicking the suitcase closed, bags in hand as she looked to the delegation. The illusions' shards shattering, jolting awake, several gripping hearts as she snarled out.
"You have made your decision, and my contract is over. Good day."
Turning, stepping into the portal as she left.
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