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TBOS 1: New GenerationCity streets surrounded them, like their own city back when it was prime. The travelers through these deserted roads continued, confused as to their mission. Why this puzzling city? Weren't they in a story?
"Soon as we arrived in here," said Crowbar, "someone should have given us some answers."
"Utterly ridiculous," agreed the Construct-bearer, Raphael, "believing someone coming out of nowhere."
"Well, surely she would not just help us only to mislead us," Angie answered.
Leah agreed by nodding. "We just have to find the guide ourselves, wherever he (or she) may be."
"I hope you're right," the bone boy said.
"But while we're walkin', why not spill the beans on how you're livin' as a skeleton?" suggested Crowbar. "Kind of hard to think about without you tellin' us."
"And rude as well," replied the skeleton in question. "Might as well imagine Angie's cup size, vulgar brute."
"Already been there, done that," Crowbar
Crowbar Basic InfoBasic Info
Occupation: Vigilante, Informant, Muscle
Weaponry: "Relieved" Laser Pistols, Experimental Transforming Alloy
Fighting Style: Crowbar was raised in the streets and has therefore grown up street fighting. Mainly going with his fists and improvised weapons in a pinch, when given the opportunity to prepare himself he commands the alloy he "commandeered" into a chain, a sword, brass knuckles, or a pipe. Anything goes in terms of style when he enters the ring.
Origin Story: see story "Opportunity"
Friends: Leah, Angie, Raphael
Enemies: Too many to keep track of
Home: New York City
Affiliation: Heaven's Legacy
Angie Basic Info
Occupation: Vigilante, Healer
Fighting Style: Angie, genetically designed to be the stereotypical angel, is a pacifist and tends not to fight. However, when push comes to shove, she is willing to get her hands dirty to save her friends and other innocents by shoving or using other physical blows to unsettle the aggressor. Even against her enemies she's not willing to inflict serious (hospitalizing) damage.
Origin Story: see story "Heaven's Legacy"
Friends: Leah, Crowbar, Raphael
Enemies: tries not to make them
Home: New York City
Affiliation: Heaven's Legacy
Hair: Blonde, Long (Shoulder Bl
Leah Cim Basic Info
Name: Leah Cim
Weaponry: Tools hidden in fingers
o Left Pinky: oil
o Left Ring: short-range taser
o Left Middle: Phillips head screwdriver
o Left Index: welding torch
o Left Thumb: socket wrench
o Right Thumb: fingerprint hack
o Right Index: pistol
o Right Middle: flathead screwdriver
o Right Ring: general hack tool
o Right Pinky: lock pick
Fighting Style: Leah has no formal combat training, but his perception of situations and quick thinking allow him to improvise his way through most hand-to-hand scuffles. Of course, he prefers to ambush his opponents, giving him the necessary advantage.
Origin Story: see story "Heaven's Legacy"
Operation: Stock the ToolboxEver since the "apprehension" of Crowbar, operations for Heaven's Legacy had been executed like clockwork. In the last month alone, two hovercraft hackers and the entire system of drug dealers in this district had been caught or chased out. Crowbar's inside information wasn't always detailed or extensive, but it always provided results.
The informant wasn't just "dishing dirt" to hold up his end of the deal, though. Currently he was holding his latest "trophy" from the last of the local cocaine kingpins, twirling the plasma pistol around his finger. His original theft, the experimental alloy, remained on his other wrist in its chain form. "Yo, Leah," he said from his seat on the couch, "What's the next thing we're doing?"
Leah Cim put down the cloak-and-dagger camera he was working on and replied, "Until we have processed the information from Angie's reconnaissance flight and guarantee that this neighborhood is clean, we do not pro
CL1: VendettaOctober 31, 1990. Halloween night in Tortuga; it was just as rowdy as it was at any other time with rum bottles flying across the streets, blood being spilt at the drop of a hat, and the sounds of laughter and faces being broken against fists permeating the air. It was just outside of this haven for heathens that the Shadow sailed from, a pirate ship of unrivaled brutality and one of the few that boldly showed off its red Jolly Roger.
Captain Benjamin strode from his quarters and looked up into the rising moon. It was a crescent with its points dipped towards the ocean. Benjamin wore a similar expression on his own face. He could never stand this ridiculous time of year, especially not in Tortuga. He was a serious man, a man infamous amongst his crew and even other rival pirate ships for never having cracked a smile in the past several years. It was rumored that the furrowed brow beneath his tri-
OpportunityIt was another routine job for someone like me. I had done it almost a thousand times. Ever since my parents had abandoned me in these slums, it had been like this. The sneaking around, picking the locks of the stores, and the Leave-No-Trace policies had become almost routine. Tonight was the little market down on 4th Street. It was a quiet neighborhood with no cops patrolling the area. Still, it always paid to be cautious.
I made my way around the building. Part one of Leave-No-Trace: Always use the front door whenever possible. There were no mechanical doors to this market as there were in the larger businesses, thus a lock pick was perfect. I drew my silver skeleton key from my pocket and placed it to the doorknob. The metal slid into the keyhole without me even having to make a move.
This was one of my good turns of luck, having obtained this little m
JusticeIt was my first night on my self-appointed patrol, the first of many as this citys resident vigilante. I kept to the shadows, my black eyes reflecting the darkness around me. The feeling was a thrill, an enjoyment. My name is Leah Cim, also known as Legacy in our group, Heavens Legacy. My accomplice, Angie (a.k.a. Angel), was behind me, looking over my shoulder. This was her first night out and about in a long time, almost twelve years; I could understand her shivering, especially in this cold.
You ready, Angie? I asked, keeping to a whisper.
Angie nodded, unfurling her wings.
With a silent signal, we moved from our hiding spot in an alley. Our footsteps were light, but the creaking of my newly-finished wings was a little loud for my liking. A little oil would fix that irritating noise. It was a new moon, as much as it was a new adventure for the two o
"Captain's Orders"Do you dream of adventure, or
Is it adventure dreaming?
Do you desire distant shores,
Or just the joy of scheming?
Of all the things that I beheld,
A sword, a star, a mission,
The worst I've seen, worse than the felled,
The cabin boys keep wishin'.
They sit around, about the deck,
Sprawled out like seasoned dunks;
They hinder all the burly men
Who hoist up treasure trunks.
A look of dreaming in all eyes;
But what's the difference here?
The lazy fools, they gather flies;
The workers' goals grow near.
O, dream your dreams and sleep your sleep;
Whatever life's your choosing.
Just don't dive in your grave to deep;
Too deep, and life you're losing.
My sword is out ahead of me
To point out that horizon.
This is your captain's bold decree:
To sail to that your eye's on.
The Winter Soldier x Reader - One shot You were on your first mission. You've been on many others but this one was different, this one was dangerous. Extremely dangerous.
They called him the Winter Soldier, why? you didn't know it was classified. What was his real name? you didn't know it was classified. Why were you ordered to take him down? You didn't know it was classified.
You and your team were driving down a snow covered dirt road. The Winter Soldier was supposed to be somewhere in a German compound where exactly in the compound? you didn't know. It seems like you didn't know a lot of things lately. Didn't know who he was, where he was, why you were ordered to take him down, why you we
Lone Flowers (Jorrian) [RP in desc]I don't know why I'm here. Everyone here is plain mental. They're crazy and screwed up in the head. I don't know if I am. Maybe. Just maybe.
I've familiarized myself with the white walls and marble floor. There were no windows. Only a door that could be opened from the outside that led to the hall, or if you had a key. But that was the only way out. And only the Doc and visitors had access to it.
The doctor was a sick, twisted being. He put people in straitjackets and tied them to beds. He never gave the required amount of medicine. Sometimes he would pull people out of their rooms for "treatment" and they came back even more screwed up.
Acquaintances of mine inhabited many of the rooms here. They all had lost their mind...most of it, at least. A few had managed to keep themselves together. But I'm certain that won't last for too long.
One of my friends—my closest one, my only one—shared a room with me after her roommate lost it. She's so sweet and gentle and in
Fear of Spiders“As I write this down I can feel him coming, coming after me. My tears roll down and softly lands on the keyboard, the salty taste and smell of mixed tear and sweat. I can feel him... and his spiders... they are coming after me... I only have few minutes to write this down...
I can´t tell you much about him but I´ve seen him often, in the woods where the river is the only seperation. Outside my house, peeking from the corner of the window even my bedroom was in the second floor. Three weeks ago I woke up and he was standing in from of me, few inches away from my face. I screamed and backed away to the wall behind me, trembling of fear and scared. He was standing still, covered in spiders... these spiders... I can´t forget how they clinged to him...
He was not natural... not normal... he was different from normal people... far different from us. He have eight long spider legs behind him, he crawled forwards me using his spiderl legs. I didsn´t see his face
Reader x Suoh Mikoto: Fortunate Meeting
I have always known that my life won’t be easy, but I have never imagined that I would run away like a criminal. And I’m only the little sister of one.
My big brother is well-known in the criminal-scene. He killed many people and is in big contact with the Yakuza. That’s why Scepter 4 is looking for him and they think I know where he is. But I haven’t seen him for about two years. The only contact we have is the money he sends me every month.
A few days ago people from Scepter 4 stood in front of my apartment and wanted information. Then two days ago and today they wanted to bring me to their headquarter. When they said that I got in panic and ran away.
And now I’m here running like an idiot and panting heavily.
I know that they have special abilities and I’m really glad that they haven’t used them on me, but I’m just scared as hell of Scepter 4.
Turning around a corner I look for a place to hide. The only thing I see is a bar. Not
Como OlvidarteApenas comencé el segundo año de la preparatoria e iba en camino al Instituto, eran las 6:00 de la mañana, yo voy tan temprano porque era la capitana de las porristas, ahí estaban mis mejores amigas que incluso iban conmigo en las “Girls Fireside”, los cinco días de las semanas siempre practicamos, mis amigas me daban ánimos cada vez que las veía y estaba con ellas ¿El porque? Es porque Phineas se había ido, no recuerdo muy bien a donde pero se fue.
Ese mismo día en el que se fue, no me dejaban de brotar lagrimas, estuve todo el día llorando que hasta incluso había faltado un día a la escuela, mi mama me comento que ya era hora de “Olvidar” así es, tener que olvidar todo lo que me había pasado con él, fue muy difícil para mí tener que olvidarlo.
Ya pasaron años desde que fue nuestra despedida…tengo que olvidarlo, olvidarlo d
Revenge 2:Serpentine Ch.23 (for real this time)Now snapping out of it, Herobrine looked up at his sons. Lewis and Sky both sighed with relief. He was back, and they hoped never to see entrances like that by Dan again.
Extreme anger displayed in his eyes, Herobrine narrowed his eyes and cursed the Serpent King, what happened to him still fresh in his mind.
Veiling his anger ever so slightly, he spoke."Even with all the experience I had with the Snake...he still managed to catch me off guard." he growled.
Evenly, the brothers sighed with a bit of disappointment and relief.
Right there with his father's anger, Lewis spoke up. "I'm guessing Dan snuck up on you. That sneaky bastard..."
"Giving up is not an option, however." Sky put in. "Even though Jordan has his Nether powers now..."
Observing their grimaces, Herobrine decided to ask his sons about their experiences in the realms.
Not wanting to burden him with his horrid time spent in the End, Lewis let Sky go first. He went on about how he ran into Sean and now his family, and he tal
A thousand years of Sonic 23A thousand years of Sonic 23
The next morning Sonic and Shadow woke up at the same time and got out of the van. Shadow stretch a little, "That's strange I could have sworn Silver was there last night" said Sonic. "Maybe he went to do some training of his own" said Shadow, Sonic went next to Shadow, "Are we going to Shade? To begging our training?" Sonic asked. Shadow nod and started to walk away and notice Sonic wasn't following him, "Sonic is something wrong?" Shadow asked going to him, "Shadow even if we do train for all this years what makes you certain we will be strong enough to face Fleetway?" Sonic asked. "If we train hard enough I'm sure we will be stronger than him" said Shadow, "But have you analyze things right? What if there is no need to fight him?" Sonic asked. "Sonic he is a bad guy nothing can be solved by talking to him you should know that by now" said Shadow, "Everything has a
OC Status: HoDThe Basics:
Name: Hunter of Dreams Sky
Age: 20 (Immortal, can change age appearance at will)
Species: Corrupted; Immortal Demon Dream Hunter
Occupation/title: Hunter of Dreams
Height: 5ft 9.5in
Body build: Tall and lean, very agile
Eye color: Black sclera, dark blue irises, red pupils
Hair color: Brown with black streaks
Skin color: Fairly tanned
Other Important Stuffs:
Defining Traits: Corrupted eyes, black and blue wings to represent the night sky, crown of Notch on his head, black streaks in his hair, reckless and childlike personality, eyes change color to the color of his victim's eyes when he puts them to sleep
Favorite Color: Dark shades of blue and black
Favorite animal (if any): Anything nocturnal
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Querido Diario 10Ha salido el sol y comienza a brillar en la alcoba de Marie, con el Sol en sus ojos comenzó a hacer parpados y comenzó lentamente a abrir los ojos. Se estiro, se levanto y camino hacia el tocador para darse una ducha calida para su cuerpo que seguía tremendamente frio por lo que paso, algo inesperado le ocurrió.
Encontró a Thomas con una toalla en vuelta en sus caderas, el se estaba cepillando los dientes, al escuchar el chirrido de la puerta volteo la mirada, Marie estaba tan sonrojada que hizo un portazo con la puerta que parece que se daño un poco.
Marie: Lo siento ..¡¡ Lo siento Thomy..¡¡ *Sonrojada*
Se escuchaban las pisadas de Thomas que se dirigían hacia la puerta, se escucho que se estaba abriendo la cerradura del mismo tocador, Marie halo de esa cerradura para que no viera cual sonrojada estaba, pero no funciono, el tenia mucha fuerza y logro abrir la puerta con una simple mano. Ahora ella puso sus manos
Raphael Basic InfoBasic Info
Name: Raphael Ethan Perr
Race: Human/Cyborg, Skeleton
Weaponry: Construct "Angle" (Scythe-form)
Construct: Anglea basic square-angle metal cutout that may transform into any item primarily constructed with such an angle.
Fighting Style: Raphael has no battle experience as of yet, but the strategy he has come up with for that particular situation mainly involves taking slashes at his opponent with his Construct scythe, keeping them at a distance while keeping his bones contained.
Origin Story: Raphael was originally the only son and sole heir of a wealthy family living in the States, living the good life in the lap of luxury. Everything he could have ever wanted was only a ring of a bell or a phone call away.
All of that changed when he got into a car accident that left him i
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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