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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.
Little Red Riding Hood-Gaara X Reader-One Shot!
Little Red Riding Hood
Gaara X Reader
Song-fic One Shot!!
Author's Note!: So I really love this song called 'Little Red Riding Hood' by Bowling For Soup and I was thinking, why not do some kind of mini series thing with it? Like I'll make X Readers with different characters the song fits like Gaara, Shizuo from DRRR!!, even Nero from DMC4!! And maybe more ;3 Anyways so yes, here is the Gaara one! Please note I am still re-watching the first Naruto but I know a lot about Shippuden so I hope not to screw up! DX So please enjoy and please no flames! ;-; Enjoy and please comment!! Also I'm not FOR SURE if Gaara is still looked down upon even after loosing the Shukaku so please give me a break, it's part of the story. v-v Anyways, enjoy!! Also comment more suggestions cause as I said I'm doing like a series with this song so comment a character you think it fits and I'll do my best!! READ DESCRIPTION!!
Who's that I see walkin' in these woods?
Why it's Little Red Ridin' Hood
Hate into Love 19Hate into Love 19
"I brought your breakfast" said Fleetway, "Thanks" said Shadow, "Oh and by the way" said Fleetway going to Shadow secretly, "Look what I got?" said Fleetway, "Is that?" asked Shadow a bit shock, "Yes" Fleetway said. Shadow laugh and high five Fleetway, "Your amazing" he said, "I have been told, besides I think the green kid is kinda cute" said Fleetway, "Gross" said Shadow, "Don't take
It the wrong way I'm still marrying my little Soniku" said Fleetway, Sonic was looking at them confused while he eats. Fleetway wave at Sonic winking at him. Sonic smiled and looked away, "I think he is liking me already" said Fleetway, "Don't get your hopes up its going to take you allot more than that to get Sonic to fall in love with you. But that's not important, last night I got a call from Sonic's friend Silver" said Shadow, "Isn't that the one that went missing?" asked Fleetway, "Yes and it seems that they are in a room filled with blood, I think there in a forest" said Shadow. "
jeff the killer x reader cynical skin 3you groggly walked to school. sighing you put in one ear bud, keeping the other out to pay attention to your surroundings.
you heard footsteps behind you, and you froze.
slowly turning around,
you came face to face with nothing. you shook it off and continued walking.
you felt breathing on your neck and began sprinting to the school.
you reached the school, and stopped, out of breath.
"what is the emo girl running from? surely there isn't anything scarier than that freak" the popular girl said to her boyfriend and he chuckled.
you ignored her, walking into the school.
"today my parents are getting home. i'll be perfectly fine once they get back" you reassured yourself. putting on a fake smile you walked into the classroom.
thirty minutes into algebra your principal walked in, his face looking grim. he and your algebra teacher muttered some words to eachother that you couldn't quite make out and then they stopped talking.
"ms (l/n)" you looked up at him confused.
"please come to my offi
Querido Diario 4Unas dos o tres horas en el avión, Marie despertó después de un largo sueño, observo a sus padres que estaban a lado de ella, que seguían dormidos y noto que sus manos estaban entrelazadas a ella le pareció un gesto muy tierno y lindo. Al mover sus piernas sintió algo y volvió una mirada hacia aquel objeto que estaba sobre ella, era su bolsa. Mientras estaba buscando su teléfono, sintió hojas rozando sus manos, era el Diario.
Marie: Es una gran oportunidad para usar el diario
Marie comenzó a escribir:
04 de abril del 20xx
Este es el primer momento que te usare pequeño diario, espero que siga escribiendo sobre ti una y otra vez. Hoy ha sido un dia demasiado triste, es el dia en que me fui de Danville y deje atrás todo. Senti algo extraño cuando me despedi de Thomas, una tristeza muy profunda que parecía que me estaba dejando un hueco en el corazó
A thousand years of Sonic 11A thousand years of Sonic 11
Sonic was walking around he spin around to keep looking at the beautiful place he didn't know why but he was happy to be there. Sonic just walked and then there was a little room that was a bit darker, Sonic pulled out the crystal and walked in with it lighting the way then he went to a room that had dark crystals the room was a bit hard to see. Sonic turned around since he heard like foot steps he got a little closer and stretch the crystal to where it came from it was the black hedgehog that was walking straight to Sonic's way. "What?! No!" Sonic couldn't believe it "How did he even know?" Sonic though he started to run having the hedgehog chase after him. Sonic was actually scared he looked back and shoot orbs at the hedgehog but they didn't do anything to him, "Why aren't my powered working on him?!" Sonic though as he keep running. Sonic then made a few turns but
jeff the killer x reader cynical skin 2you awoke gasping.
you grabbed your chest, coughing up blood.
you quickly stumbled to your phone calling 911 "h-hello" you said and began coughing up more blood.
"i n-eed an ambulance, b-befor-"
"m'am where do you live? stay calm" "how the fuck am i g-onna stay calm, i've been stabbed in the ch-est bitch!" you shouted coughing up blood.
"m'am do not speak to me that way. where do you live?"
you gave them the address feeling dizzy, everything went a blur and you passed out.
you awoke in a hospital, you sat up, cringing and looking around.
you felt very uncomfortable, you'd never liked hospitals and tried your best to stay out of them, but here you were.
you glanced to your left stiff like you had been still for days- and jumped to see a man you would take as a doctor sitting on a rolling stool holding a clipboard.
he looked away from whatever was on the clipboard that he had been so intently focused on and smiled kindly at you.
"you gave us quiet a scare" he said quietly,
looking at you
Reader x KnB: Holiday job Chapter 2
Author's note: First I want to thank you for the ideas you gave me and one is in this chapter. Hope you enjoy it
f/n = first name
l/n = last name
e/c = eye color
h/c = hair color
f/c = favourite color
The boss comes again and I go with the luggage carrier to check the package. When I come back to the lobby the next bus already arrived.
Yosen. The team which I feared the most. For my age I'm a bit short and they're all so high. Many people bully me for my shortness, that's why I hope they don't.
When they enter the building I must look up really high to look them in the eyes. And they all look so scary! "H-hello and welcome to this high class training camp. My name is (_f/n_) and-"
"You're really short. For consolation I give you this candy." The purpil haired guy from the Generation of miracles, Murasakibara, hands me the candy and eats his sweets.
I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn around to see my boss. "I take over, little girl." He grins and goes to the basketball players.
Furvus Wolf: The Big Wolf of BaysideElly, a slender female cat with very nice curves, looked a bit nervous as the male wolf tugged at her arm. “Come on babe…let’s get out of here.” Elly frowned at him. “I’m not your babe…and I don’t want to go anywhere with you…I just came to this club to have a good time and dance…not to be picked up by a creep of a wolf like you!” The male wolf narrowed his eyes and growled dangerously at her which really scared her. Her nerves settled though as she saw who was quickly coming up behind the wolf.
Furvus tapped the wolf on the shoulder and when the wolf turned around, he had to look up to see the much bigger wolf. Furvus stood in a tight black tank top with SECURITY written across its front in white letters, jeans and sneakers. The wolf took notice of Furvus’ hulking muscles and the fact that he was not happy at all. However, the wolf was not too bright and wanted t
jeff the killer x reader cynical skinyou walked home after an exhausting day at school, feeling the breeze dance across your skin in the night.
you walked home.
you got home, closing the door behind you and locking it. you sprinted to your room.
you heard the noise of glass breaking and your front door opening.
"huh?" you heard a noise and peaked into the hall.
"h-h-ello?" you walked out and slowly walked down the hall,
a figure stood at the beggining of the hall in a white hoodie,
"w-who's there?!" you said, stuttering.
"go to sleep" you heard the boy say.
he lunged at you with a knife, you ran to your room, closing the door and locking it.
he banged on the door, attempting to kick it in.
"ugh!" you ran to your closet and hid there, trying not to make any noise.
the boy finally kicked the door in,
he looked around for you.
you put a hand over your mouth, choking back tears.
the boy looked under your bed, he heard shuffling in the closet and walked over to it.
slowly opening the door. your eyes went wide an
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
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