Oby sat at the waterfall, watching the sunset. He really couldn't believe it.
"Hey, Oby," Barrier had called over the comm "Welcome to the big leagues."
He laughed. It had actually taken another student to point out that he'd been given the new responsibilty of an Upper Classman. He still couldn't believe it. He hadn't done anything special, had he? Just be himself. He looked down at his skin, Well, okay, with a few changes. Back when he was simply Antoine DuBois, people had only noted him as the powerless member of the family DuBois. He chuckled again, now it seemed like the only people that called him anything other than Oby, or Sidi, or Obsidian, were his sister, and faculty. It really wasn't like he could hide behind the name Antoine DuBois, any longer. The skin kind of made that impossible. Nah, he was Obsidian Seraph now, and it seemed that that change was coming with added responsibilties. He'd said to a few people "It's not the powers that make the hero, it's the person that makes the powers something heroic." He snapped on the power of the shadows to shield him, which always surrounded him in a slight dark mist. He smiled a bit at that. He tried so hard to have people see that all of the 'Otherworldly' powers didn't make him evil, or twisted in some way, I guess it was paying off. He leaned back in the grass, and realized that the work was just beginning. And he wouldn't want it any other way.
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The party in City Hall had went well the night before. Kali had made her appearance there despite her exhausted state.
Watching the others dance and the excited chatter among them made her feel better.
Looking for a way to leave without appearing rude , Kali sees Jack HighTower. Decididng this could make an interesting event just a lil more interesting Kali tosses her shoe at Jack. A game she had tried to teach Him a few nights earlier called hot potatoe. Altho in the kids game they didnt really use a hot potatoe or usually a shoe either.
Jack played right along to Kali's delight. He calls out to her that hes stuffed the small shoe into His pocket and Kali throws another to Him. He in turn pockets the second also.
" Youre never gonna get the hang of this game are You Jack?" she calls out over the crowd of people.
" You gave them to me that makes them mine now" He calls back.
Kali dances with Oby a short bit longer plotting her next step in escape.
Suddenly she excuses herself from Oby, Im headed to the falls in a sec Oby gotta make my escape first. She says with a grin.
Sneaking quietly up behind Jack she grabs the shoes and makes a dash for the door. Shes out of city hall and flying above it in a flash.
She hops the trains to Steel and just ass she exits it in Steel her comm goes off.
" I want my shoe back ... you gave it to me and Its mine" Jacks voice comes thru with a bit of amusement to it.
Kali giggles and without answering she heads on toward Talos.
Again Jakcs voice comes over the com..
" Im in Talos now... I'll probibly get beat up looking for my shoe" He chides her
Kali decides to go find Him. Even though shes sure the large muscular boy could handle hisself pretty well.
She heads back to the train and sees Him standing on the walkway.
Just as she hovers down beside Him the com breaks through again.
Franky needed some help in Atlas . New studants and her cheer squad were in need of a quick hand.
Both Kali and Jack head back to Atlas following a quick but satisfying barter session where Jack wins back one of the shoes in exchange for His City of Gyros hat.
Stilll exhausted , Kali returns to Atlas , assisting the new students with thier enrollment and giving a tour of the school.
She then heads back to Talos.
She sees Oby standing there waiting patiently. She teams up with Him for a quick couple of missions. The adreniline boost kicks in and she runs beside Him healing and holding the foes they come acorss.
In the last mission she finds herself lost among several large crates . She doesnt even realize at first she is standing there alone looking at the wall.
A soft voice breaks her thoughts....
" Kali ? what are you doing back here?" Oby asked
She relaizes now where shes standing .. she looks briefly around a second , she really has no idea where shes at or how for that matter how she ended up back here.
" I dunno.." she replies quietly back to Oby as she jumps the crates and again follows Him.
What if something had happened to Him... she thinks to herself. What if He couldnt have found her before more of them found Him?
After the warehouse was cleaned out and the foes turned over to the athorities Oby and Kali sit once again talking.
The " what if " thoughts still in the back of her head.
His soothing voice , gentle manner. Soon she lay asleep. She hadnt meant to fall asleep there. She hears His voice in her sleep...
" rest now Kali, Ill make sure you get back to the dorms"
Obsidian... the guardian of her secrets , her protector as of late.
Watching the others dance and the excited chatter among them made her feel better.
Looking for a way to leave without appearing rude , Kali sees Jack HighTower. Decididng this could make an interesting event just a lil more interesting Kali tosses her shoe at Jack. A game she had tried to teach Him a few nights earlier called hot potatoe. Altho in the kids game they didnt really use a hot potatoe or usually a shoe either.
Jack played right along to Kali's delight. He calls out to her that hes stuffed the small shoe into His pocket and Kali throws another to Him. He in turn pockets the second also.
" Youre never gonna get the hang of this game are You Jack?" she calls out over the crowd of people.
" You gave them to me that makes them mine now" He calls back.
Kali dances with Oby a short bit longer plotting her next step in escape.
Suddenly she excuses herself from Oby, Im headed to the falls in a sec Oby gotta make my escape first. She says with a grin.
Sneaking quietly up behind Jack she grabs the shoes and makes a dash for the door. Shes out of city hall and flying above it in a flash.
She hops the trains to Steel and just ass she exits it in Steel her comm goes off.
" I want my shoe back ... you gave it to me and Its mine" Jacks voice comes thru with a bit of amusement to it.
Kali giggles and without answering she heads on toward Talos.
Again Jakcs voice comes over the com..
" Im in Talos now... I'll probibly get beat up looking for my shoe" He chides her
Kali decides to go find Him. Even though shes sure the large muscular boy could handle hisself pretty well.
She heads back to the train and sees Him standing on the walkway.
Just as she hovers down beside Him the com breaks through again.
Franky needed some help in Atlas . New studants and her cheer squad were in need of a quick hand.
Both Kali and Jack head back to Atlas following a quick but satisfying barter session where Jack wins back one of the shoes in exchange for His City of Gyros hat.
Stilll exhausted , Kali returns to Atlas , assisting the new students with thier enrollment and giving a tour of the school.
She then heads back to Talos.
She sees Oby standing there waiting patiently. She teams up with Him for a quick couple of missions. The adreniline boost kicks in and she runs beside Him healing and holding the foes they come acorss.
In the last mission she finds herself lost among several large crates . She doesnt even realize at first she is standing there alone looking at the wall.
A soft voice breaks her thoughts....
" Kali ? what are you doing back here?" Oby asked
She relaizes now where shes standing .. she looks briefly around a second , she really has no idea where shes at or how for that matter how she ended up back here.
" I dunno.." she replies quietly back to Oby as she jumps the crates and again follows Him.
What if something had happened to Him... she thinks to herself. What if He couldnt have found her before more of them found Him?
After the warehouse was cleaned out and the foes turned over to the athorities Oby and Kali sit once again talking.
The " what if " thoughts still in the back of her head.
His soothing voice , gentle manner. Soon she lay asleep. She hadnt meant to fall asleep there. She hears His voice in her sleep...
" rest now Kali, Ill make sure you get back to the dorms"
Obsidian... the guardian of her secrets , her protector as of late.
“Stasis Kiss: Sometimes you just have to do something drastic and shake things around a little. ”
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Kris O'Sullivan
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Kris walked out of City Hall. She had been there for who knew how long? She did remember seeing scout once or twice. But, the meat of the event was that Arrow was there. They talked, and time seemed to freeze for Kris under his gaze. Sometimes the gaze was warm and caring, and others it seemed like the gaze was something else, but all Kris knew was that, now her empathy was in check, and she had to make a conscious effort to read his mind. She felt mystery, and somehow comforted, by this. His feelings were best kept to himself, anyway. Even if she did feel like she had lost her hearing or sense of touch... she was just glad the two of them were together, and there was no break up as she had feared.
Now all she needed to do was show him her new archery skills, or rather a lack thereof. She was going to try to send him a note. Maybe she needed to practice first...
Now all she needed to do was show him her new archery skills, or rather a lack thereof. She was going to try to send him a note. Maybe she needed to practice first...
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Oby had been running again, to clear his mind...okay, to be honest with himself, to exhaust himself again so he could sleep. Too many things going on, too close to himself. He was finding out more and more about himself, things he didn't fully understand, things that scared him.
He'd laughed about it with Lightfall, and Kali, talking about his powers, and how he'd become the oddity. Dark powers for a light cause. He'd joked about his ability to take out lost undead and dark spirits. Only, now, it didn't seem like a joke. Banished Pantheon, Red Caps, Tuatha, Fir Bolgs all seemed to drop easier when he fought than Freakshow, Council or Crey.
He shook his head at the irony of the situation. His sister was a vampire for crissakes! Lightfall and he spent most of their time with Kali. It all just seemed weird. What was he supposed to do? He'd given his sister time, but knew he'd do what he had to if it came to that. Kali had been duped, and Sapphire knew it. She was looking for a cure, from who knows where. Oby seriously hoped that she'd find it. The only other cure he knew? Well, take out the sire, and the children are cured, isn't that how it went, it's what Sapphire told him. It wasn't a choice he much cared for, and hoped he wouldn't have to, but if it came down to it, it wasn't his sister anymore if that much had changed, was it? Of course, if what he suspsected was right, there might be one other choice...
He'd laughed about it with Lightfall, and Kali, talking about his powers, and how he'd become the oddity. Dark powers for a light cause. He'd joked about his ability to take out lost undead and dark spirits. Only, now, it didn't seem like a joke. Banished Pantheon, Red Caps, Tuatha, Fir Bolgs all seemed to drop easier when he fought than Freakshow, Council or Crey.
He shook his head at the irony of the situation. His sister was a vampire for crissakes! Lightfall and he spent most of their time with Kali. It all just seemed weird. What was he supposed to do? He'd given his sister time, but knew he'd do what he had to if it came to that. Kali had been duped, and Sapphire knew it. She was looking for a cure, from who knows where. Oby seriously hoped that she'd find it. The only other cure he knew? Well, take out the sire, and the children are cured, isn't that how it went, it's what Sapphire told him. It wasn't a choice he much cared for, and hoped he wouldn't have to, but if it came down to it, it wasn't his sister anymore if that much had changed, was it? Of course, if what he suspsected was right, there might be one other choice...
Sometimes the only way to see the light, is a journey through darkness
Classes have ended and Kali has stopped here and there throughout the halls , chatting with various students along the way. Franky has given her the info needed to pick up her cheer squad uniform from Serge and a list of schedule game dates to be at.
As she leaves the main building she makes her away across the quad towards the football field. At first she just stands slightly to the side of the bleachers watching the guys practice. Shes careful not let them see her there.
Lightfall sneaks up behind the raven haired girl poking playfully at her sides causing her to jump and let out a squeel.
"Oh mygawd! You scared me!" Kali giggles as she turns to Lightfall grinning.
C'mon lets go watch closer , why are you standing way back here anyways ? you cant see much from here" Lightfall replies as she grabs Kali by the arm and pulls toward the front row of the bleachers.
No.. no lets stay back here.. I mean I dont want to distract them... please lets just.... Kali protests as Lightfall continues pulling her to the front row seating laughing.
Oh c'mon stop acting so shy Kali , they're use to being watched as they play its no biggie! here take this and hush Lightfall reaches into her bookbag and hands Kali a strawberry lollipop.
Unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth Kali follows Lights lead and settles in alongside her on the seats to watch the guys.
As she leaves the main building she makes her away across the quad towards the football field. At first she just stands slightly to the side of the bleachers watching the guys practice. Shes careful not let them see her there.
Lightfall sneaks up behind the raven haired girl poking playfully at her sides causing her to jump and let out a squeel.
"Oh mygawd! You scared me!" Kali giggles as she turns to Lightfall grinning.
C'mon lets go watch closer , why are you standing way back here anyways ? you cant see much from here" Lightfall replies as she grabs Kali by the arm and pulls toward the front row of the bleachers.
No.. no lets stay back here.. I mean I dont want to distract them... please lets just.... Kali protests as Lightfall continues pulling her to the front row seating laughing.
Oh c'mon stop acting so shy Kali , they're use to being watched as they play its no biggie! here take this and hush Lightfall reaches into her bookbag and hands Kali a strawberry lollipop.
Unwrapping it and popping it into her mouth Kali follows Lights lead and settles in alongside her on the seats to watch the guys.
“Stasis Kiss: Sometimes you just have to do something drastic and shake things around a little. ”
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Kris O'Sullivan
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"Find the Pauldron of Ill-Fate, Kris O'Sullivan," Azuria urged. "Bring me this vile artifact, and you may have access to MAGI's Library. Though, I warn you. You may just find what it is you seek. Not all things are meant to be known, child."
Azuria's words were filed away, as Kris was already headed to the door. Azuria had said it was in the posession of the Circle of Thorns, in of all places, Talos Island. Well, she would ask around, and if she had to, would even knock some Tsoo heads together to find the location. It wasn't her style, but she had some pent up anger and aggresions to get out.
The cavern stood as a maw, just as Firewind had said. There seemed to be a silence about the hole that made it eerie, and even forbidding. Climbing into the cave, it looked unnatural, yet, random in its composition. Finally, the redhead came across shattered blocks and bones, stripped clean. The shreds of cloth on the bones made it seem odd. The cloth was still new, or rather, it wasn't all moldy and rotted.
Kris pressed on, feeling that it had to be an illusion. If the Banished Pantheons could do it, so could the Circle, right? As she delved deeper, there were occaisional clicks, beeps, or whirring sounds heard. But, as she came to what could only have once been the chamber which held their mystic artifacts, Kris noted there was also massive quantities of scrap metal and some sort of plastic or ceramicware.
Her attention became riveted away as she felt the malevolence of the pauldron flare up in her presence. Digging through the scrap, cutting her hand, along the way, the teen finally found the chitinous looking artifact, and stuffed it into her backpack. Sudden movement sparked her attention, again, and she decided to make her tracks. Hours later, she delivered the pauldron, but the cave kept itself in her mind. There was certainly something there...
Azuria's words were filed away, as Kris was already headed to the door. Azuria had said it was in the posession of the Circle of Thorns, in of all places, Talos Island. Well, she would ask around, and if she had to, would even knock some Tsoo heads together to find the location. It wasn't her style, but she had some pent up anger and aggresions to get out.
The cavern stood as a maw, just as Firewind had said. There seemed to be a silence about the hole that made it eerie, and even forbidding. Climbing into the cave, it looked unnatural, yet, random in its composition. Finally, the redhead came across shattered blocks and bones, stripped clean. The shreds of cloth on the bones made it seem odd. The cloth was still new, or rather, it wasn't all moldy and rotted.
Kris pressed on, feeling that it had to be an illusion. If the Banished Pantheons could do it, so could the Circle, right? As she delved deeper, there were occaisional clicks, beeps, or whirring sounds heard. But, as she came to what could only have once been the chamber which held their mystic artifacts, Kris noted there was also massive quantities of scrap metal and some sort of plastic or ceramicware.
Her attention became riveted away as she felt the malevolence of the pauldron flare up in her presence. Digging through the scrap, cutting her hand, along the way, the teen finally found the chitinous looking artifact, and stuffed it into her backpack. Sudden movement sparked her attention, again, and she decided to make her tracks. Hours later, she delivered the pauldron, but the cave kept itself in her mind. There was certainly something there...
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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Kris O'Sullivan
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Kris snuggled with Arrow Wraith, pleased to have her alone time with him. It felt so good to be able to settle down for a moment, and enjoy the blessings she had. She may have dozed off, but wasn't sure. All she was sure of was a sense of alarm fron her boyfriend.
"What's wrong," the redheaded teen asked.
Tony sighed and answered,"The teams from the other schools are already here... I'm late, babe."
He disentangled himself from her and got off the couch, "Next time we watch a dvd, we'll try to actually watch it,ok?"
He kissed her on the forehead and then jumped out the open window, becoming a blur before he even left sight. Kris sighed, and cursed under her breath. She wanted her time with Tony, and it always seemed like the forces of nature conspired to keep her alone and longing for him. Well, she would get ready, and go watch. Maybe she could get Stasis and Jai to come watch! Tony was awesome, and she was sure he was going to win the Paragon Cup for the Flyers archers.
"What's wrong," the redheaded teen asked.
Tony sighed and answered,"The teams from the other schools are already here... I'm late, babe."
He disentangled himself from her and got off the couch, "Next time we watch a dvd, we'll try to actually watch it,ok?"
He kissed her on the forehead and then jumped out the open window, becoming a blur before he even left sight. Kris sighed, and cursed under her breath. She wanted her time with Tony, and it always seemed like the forces of nature conspired to keep her alone and longing for him. Well, she would get ready, and go watch. Maybe she could get Stasis and Jai to come watch! Tony was awesome, and she was sure he was going to win the Paragon Cup for the Flyers archers.
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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Kris O'Sullivan
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It was almost midnight, and Kris sat upon the roof of the girl's dormitory, with a bow from the gym, as well as one of Tony's message arrows. This time the arrow bore her message, intended for him.
Dearest Tony,
Would you do me the honor of escorting me to the Sadie Hawkins Dance? I would love if we could actually make it to one, but will understand if you will be too busy. And, should that be the case, we will have to gwet together to watch some more movies. At least five, I think.
Love always,
Kris
Standing up, she decided to go ahead, and let fly his arrow, and send it back to its rightful owner. Pulling the string back, Kris carefully aimed, and calculated flight arc, then released the arrow. With a small cracking and tinkling sound, the arrow found its mark, above Tony's bed. Embarassed by the broken pane of glass, Kris quickly flew back to her room's window and retreated to spen a restless night, torn between excitement, and fear that the nuns would come to scold her.
Dearest Tony,
Would you do me the honor of escorting me to the Sadie Hawkins Dance? I would love if we could actually make it to one, but will understand if you will be too busy. And, should that be the case, we will have to gwet together to watch some more movies. At least five, I think.
Love always,
Kris
Standing up, she decided to go ahead, and let fly his arrow, and send it back to its rightful owner. Pulling the string back, Kris carefully aimed, and calculated flight arc, then released the arrow. With a small cracking and tinkling sound, the arrow found its mark, above Tony's bed. Embarassed by the broken pane of glass, Kris quickly flew back to her room's window and retreated to spen a restless night, torn between excitement, and fear that the nuns would come to scold her.
"In blessed memory of Sister Mercy (Sister Mary Catherine St. Claire {Dec 12, 1923 - unknown date})
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
Her memory lives on with St Joseph School as a testament to the good that can be done by healers at the scene of conflict."
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Null Device
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Villainy runs A Fowl!
ZAPP!!! A sudden blast of black and yellow shot through the chaos of the always stupifing Atlas Park crowd. One of the new arrivals gave a shout as he fell over, startled from the interuption.
"Sorry!!!" a voice cried out, already too far away for the apology to be heard.
The world moved in a blur, the normal human eye would be unable to make out any definition to the shapes and colors that were flying past at break-neck speeds. But then normal was one thing that The Null Device was not. The hyper-active superteen saw everything with HD clarity. The game grid held no suprises today. Mainframe wouldn't force him into another reset cycle.
"HOLY-SMOKES!!!!" The blur came to a sudden halt in front of a convenience store. "I didn't know they still sold Ultra-Caff Cola here!! I thought they stopped making that!!!" The small boy bounced in excitment as he eyed the unmistakable neon green cans of soda in the cooler.
Before the store clerk even saw him, The Null Device was at the counter, twelve pack of the beverage in hand. He stared at the man from behind his visor, wondering why the man seemed shocked at his presence.
"oh...ah...Anything else for you, son?"
"Ooooo....I'm gonna need something to eat too! It is lunch time after all... normally Mainframe tells me when to eat, but my interface has been giving me trouble as of late...so much trouble... Is your interface well or are you a construct of the system, I swear it gets harder to tell everyday." answered The Null Device as he shot over to Hotdog stand and stuffed one of the meat-type products into a bun.
"Ummmm...." the clerk began to speak, but before the rest of the sentence could be formed he found himself looking at an empty store with a wad of crumpled bills in hand. The boy was already two blocks away.
Blazing through Atlas Park, the leather clad boy came to a stop at one his favorite spots near the lake. He planted himself underneath the bridge and let his feet dangle over the edge, but not so much that his highly charged feet would touch the water...Mainframe had played that trick on him before. He leaned back and bit into his hotdog. "Delicious!! Now for some of this fine, highly-caffinated beverage to wash it down!!!" The Null Device set his hotdog aside and removed a soda from the case. It was a perfect day...or so it seemed...
Little did our intreped hero know that at this very moment of tranquility he was being watched by villainous eyes.
It watched and waited. Looking for the perfect moment to launch its insidous attack at the child... and that moment was NOW! The blue/grey blur of feathery doom shot out of the shadows and snatched the hotdog goodness from the metal clad hands of The Null Device. Then pulling up at a remarkable angle the pigeon climbed high into the sky and off into the sunset.
"ZOUNDS!!!" the boy cried out, the horror of the moment taking a second to sink in. "Curse you Pigeon!!!!! CURSE YOU!!! I WILL NOT REST TILL MY HOTDOG IS AVENGED!!!!!" He paused... the look of defeat now upon him "Aw man... that was a really good hotdog too... THE CHASE IS ON!!!!"
The Black and Yellow blur darted off in the direction of the bird... but it was too late. The hotdog was gone....
and the boy was still hungry...
ZAPP!!! A sudden blast of black and yellow shot through the chaos of the always stupifing Atlas Park crowd. One of the new arrivals gave a shout as he fell over, startled from the interuption.
"Sorry!!!" a voice cried out, already too far away for the apology to be heard.
The world moved in a blur, the normal human eye would be unable to make out any definition to the shapes and colors that were flying past at break-neck speeds. But then normal was one thing that The Null Device was not. The hyper-active superteen saw everything with HD clarity. The game grid held no suprises today. Mainframe wouldn't force him into another reset cycle.
"HOLY-SMOKES!!!!" The blur came to a sudden halt in front of a convenience store. "I didn't know they still sold Ultra-Caff Cola here!! I thought they stopped making that!!!" The small boy bounced in excitment as he eyed the unmistakable neon green cans of soda in the cooler.
Before the store clerk even saw him, The Null Device was at the counter, twelve pack of the beverage in hand. He stared at the man from behind his visor, wondering why the man seemed shocked at his presence.
"oh...ah...Anything else for you, son?"
"Ooooo....I'm gonna need something to eat too! It is lunch time after all... normally Mainframe tells me when to eat, but my interface has been giving me trouble as of late...so much trouble... Is your interface well or are you a construct of the system, I swear it gets harder to tell everyday." answered The Null Device as he shot over to Hotdog stand and stuffed one of the meat-type products into a bun.
"Ummmm...." the clerk began to speak, but before the rest of the sentence could be formed he found himself looking at an empty store with a wad of crumpled bills in hand. The boy was already two blocks away.
Blazing through Atlas Park, the leather clad boy came to a stop at one his favorite spots near the lake. He planted himself underneath the bridge and let his feet dangle over the edge, but not so much that his highly charged feet would touch the water...Mainframe had played that trick on him before. He leaned back and bit into his hotdog. "Delicious!! Now for some of this fine, highly-caffinated beverage to wash it down!!!" The Null Device set his hotdog aside and removed a soda from the case. It was a perfect day...or so it seemed...
Little did our intreped hero know that at this very moment of tranquility he was being watched by villainous eyes.
It watched and waited. Looking for the perfect moment to launch its insidous attack at the child... and that moment was NOW! The blue/grey blur of feathery doom shot out of the shadows and snatched the hotdog goodness from the metal clad hands of The Null Device. Then pulling up at a remarkable angle the pigeon climbed high into the sky and off into the sunset.
"ZOUNDS!!!" the boy cried out, the horror of the moment taking a second to sink in. "Curse you Pigeon!!!!! CURSE YOU!!! I WILL NOT REST TILL MY HOTDOG IS AVENGED!!!!!" He paused... the look of defeat now upon him "Aw man... that was a really good hotdog too... THE CHASE IS ON!!!!"
The Black and Yellow blur darted off in the direction of the bird... but it was too late. The hotdog was gone....
and the boy was still hungry...
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Misericorde
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Misericorde hooked low, claws slipping through the harness of the the Malta Operations Engineer in front of him; he swung about in a lazy arc, slinging the surprised mercenary into the wall of the office building with such force that the operative hung from his head in the drywall.
Another operative levelled his rifle at Misericorde, peppering him with fully automatic fire for several seconds, before the hero suddenly vanished from the merc's sights. The merc took two steps back, before bumping into something solid that shifted behind him. He swallowed roughly as he heard a metallic sound, and slowly looked down to see a trio of sharp-looking claws extending just below the groin of his pants.
Ever so slowly, the soldier allowed his weapon fall to the ground.
"Quit playing around, heyla," Stasi growled. Apparently she wasn't in the mood tonight for jokes. The Sapper she had currently engaged was attempting to convince his weapon to target Stasis Kiss through the panoply of icy shields that surrounded her, without much success. With a graceful leap, she raised both hands above her head and brought them down in an overhead smash, ribbons of scarlet energy tracing the attack's descent through the air. The Sapper brought his weapon up to shield himself from the blow.
It didn't work.
Misericorde sighed, sheathed his claws, and grasped the crotch of the soldier's trousers roughly with one hand, taking a step backwards, and jerking the hand back with him in a smooth motion. The mercenary squeaked in pain as his legs were pulled out from beneath him, and he hit the ground hard and face-first.
Mis stepped over his now-unconscious foe, and pulled the other merc from the wall; heightened perceptions told him the Malta operative was still breathing. He heaved the man by his LBV over atop his unconscious team-mate and dusted the dry-wall powder from his gloves. He pulled his hood back, ran a hand through his hair, then settled his goggled atop his head, pulling his face mask down long enough to pop in a stick of gum.
Stasi dragged her opponent over to the pile, then crossed her arms impatiently. "Is this floor clear?" She'd been in a mood for days, and wasn't willing to talk about it. Misericorde knew this was as close to therapy as his friend ever got; he was willing to forgive a lot.
He'd realized, that although they spoke very little during missions, there was a lot of communication that took place even so. They chattered over comms constantly, but missions were business, and talk was at a minimum.
Misericorde cocked his head as though listening; he stopped chewing for a moment, then spoke. "Yup." He nodded, as though affirming whatever unspoken confirmation she required.
Mis replaced his hood and goggles, not even bothering to make eye contact with Stasi as he stepped over the three-deep pile of Malta. A second later, and he was at the elevator; already hitting the call button with the flat of his gloved palm as she sauntered around the corner. By the time she reached the doors, he had already disarmed the incendiary device that sat in the elevator lobby. He tossed the detonator into the potted plant, there. Stasi said nothing.
"Ding!" the elevator chimed cheerily. He waited, and the two teens stepped into the elevator simultaneously; silently. The doors slid closed, and the Muzak was set about ten decibels too high for comfort.
"The Girl from Ipanema" was playing over the system inside the elevator.
The two heroes stood side by side, Stasi with her arms crossed, Mis chewing his gum quietly, as the elevator began a near-silent ascent.
Mis began to hum along with the muzak.
A smile cracked her icy exterior. She pursed her lips to keep from laughing; features distorted slightly inside her armor. A fun-house mirror.
Mis appeared to be oblivious, humming along in his red hood, tapping his toe to the music."...the girl from Ip-a-nema goes walking, and..."
The elevator slowed and arrived at the next floor with another cheerful "Ding!"
Mis vanished, then reappeared with a confused Malta grasped by both shoulders; he shoved the Sapper at Stasi, saying "This one's yours!" before vanishing down the hall into the rest of the squad of mercs, laying about effortlessly amongst them.
"He means well," Stasi explained, as she smashed the slightly disoriented soldier square in the goggles, laying him low. She sauntered down the hall and entered the next fray.
Another operative levelled his rifle at Misericorde, peppering him with fully automatic fire for several seconds, before the hero suddenly vanished from the merc's sights. The merc took two steps back, before bumping into something solid that shifted behind him. He swallowed roughly as he heard a metallic sound, and slowly looked down to see a trio of sharp-looking claws extending just below the groin of his pants.
Ever so slowly, the soldier allowed his weapon fall to the ground.
"Quit playing around, heyla," Stasi growled. Apparently she wasn't in the mood tonight for jokes. The Sapper she had currently engaged was attempting to convince his weapon to target Stasis Kiss through the panoply of icy shields that surrounded her, without much success. With a graceful leap, she raised both hands above her head and brought them down in an overhead smash, ribbons of scarlet energy tracing the attack's descent through the air. The Sapper brought his weapon up to shield himself from the blow.
It didn't work.
Misericorde sighed, sheathed his claws, and grasped the crotch of the soldier's trousers roughly with one hand, taking a step backwards, and jerking the hand back with him in a smooth motion. The mercenary squeaked in pain as his legs were pulled out from beneath him, and he hit the ground hard and face-first.
Mis stepped over his now-unconscious foe, and pulled the other merc from the wall; heightened perceptions told him the Malta operative was still breathing. He heaved the man by his LBV over atop his unconscious team-mate and dusted the dry-wall powder from his gloves. He pulled his hood back, ran a hand through his hair, then settled his goggled atop his head, pulling his face mask down long enough to pop in a stick of gum.
Stasi dragged her opponent over to the pile, then crossed her arms impatiently. "Is this floor clear?" She'd been in a mood for days, and wasn't willing to talk about it. Misericorde knew this was as close to therapy as his friend ever got; he was willing to forgive a lot.
He'd realized, that although they spoke very little during missions, there was a lot of communication that took place even so. They chattered over comms constantly, but missions were business, and talk was at a minimum.
Misericorde cocked his head as though listening; he stopped chewing for a moment, then spoke. "Yup." He nodded, as though affirming whatever unspoken confirmation she required.
Mis replaced his hood and goggles, not even bothering to make eye contact with Stasi as he stepped over the three-deep pile of Malta. A second later, and he was at the elevator; already hitting the call button with the flat of his gloved palm as she sauntered around the corner. By the time she reached the doors, he had already disarmed the incendiary device that sat in the elevator lobby. He tossed the detonator into the potted plant, there. Stasi said nothing.
"Ding!" the elevator chimed cheerily. He waited, and the two teens stepped into the elevator simultaneously; silently. The doors slid closed, and the Muzak was set about ten decibels too high for comfort.
"The Girl from Ipanema" was playing over the system inside the elevator.
The two heroes stood side by side, Stasi with her arms crossed, Mis chewing his gum quietly, as the elevator began a near-silent ascent.
Mis began to hum along with the muzak.
A smile cracked her icy exterior. She pursed her lips to keep from laughing; features distorted slightly inside her armor. A fun-house mirror.
Mis appeared to be oblivious, humming along in his red hood, tapping his toe to the music."...the girl from Ip-a-nema goes walking, and..."
The elevator slowed and arrived at the next floor with another cheerful "Ding!"
Mis vanished, then reappeared with a confused Malta grasped by both shoulders; he shoved the Sapper at Stasi, saying "This one's yours!" before vanishing down the hall into the rest of the squad of mercs, laying about effortlessly amongst them.
"He means well," Stasi explained, as she smashed the slightly disoriented soldier square in the goggles, laying him low. She sauntered down the hall and entered the next fray.
Origin: 1200–50; ME misericorde lit., pity, mercy, an act of clemency
misericordia pity, equiv. to misericord- (s. of misericors) compassionate
(miseri-, s. of miserēre to pity + cord- s. of cor heart) + -ia -y 3
misericordia pity, equiv. to misericord- (s. of misericors) compassionate
(miseri-, s. of miserēre to pity + cord- s. of cor heart) + -ia -y 3
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palilla
Paula stood, looking in the mirror, in the bathroom. Her robe was hanging on a hook, and she looked carefully and with scrutiny at the form in the mirror. Unlike many girls she went to school with, she didn’t have rounded hips. Her chest was still small, and generally speaking, she still had a flat and relatively curveless body. Looking around the partial wall, she saw Amethyst and a few others showering, and considered that she was still short, and rather boyish.
Looking back to her reflection, she wondered when it was going to be her turn. When was she going to start looking like an actual woman, and less like some stupid boy? What if she never changed? What if her body looked like this til she grew old? Pally knew she’d never get a decent guy, like this.
“iOy! Dis is terrible! I look like a boy,” she lamented.
Amy, who was just stepping from the shower, put a hand on one hip and considered her latin roommate, as she shifted her weight to thrust her other hip out to the side. In all honesty, she didn’t see what was wrong with Pally. The girl was cute, as she was.
“I don’t know, Paulita,” she smirked. “Honestly, I’d do you whether you were a boy or a girl!’
Pally’s eyes grew to the size of plates, and she blushed dark, before busting out with a small laugh.
“iAi, ‘miga! Gracias. Joo’re always so sweet to me. Joo and Juanito, both.”
She considered herself once more. Maybe the Supradyne they had forced down her throat all those months back had altered her. Maybe she was doomed to have the body of a two by four for the rest of her life. Well, except for her butt. She had a cute butt.
Looking back to her reflection, she wondered when it was going to be her turn. When was she going to start looking like an actual woman, and less like some stupid boy? What if she never changed? What if her body looked like this til she grew old? Pally knew she’d never get a decent guy, like this.
“iOy! Dis is terrible! I look like a boy,” she lamented.
Amy, who was just stepping from the shower, put a hand on one hip and considered her latin roommate, as she shifted her weight to thrust her other hip out to the side. In all honesty, she didn’t see what was wrong with Pally. The girl was cute, as she was.
“I don’t know, Paulita,” she smirked. “Honestly, I’d do you whether you were a boy or a girl!’
Pally’s eyes grew to the size of plates, and she blushed dark, before busting out with a small laugh.
“iAi, ‘miga! Gracias. Joo’re always so sweet to me. Joo and Juanito, both.”
She considered herself once more. Maybe the Supradyne they had forced down her throat all those months back had altered her. Maybe she was doomed to have the body of a two by four for the rest of her life. Well, except for her butt. She had a cute butt.
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Kabira Harris
"Harris!?"
Kabira looks up from the esoteric dendrology book she had gotten from the library. She takes the pencil she'd been gnawing on out of her mouth and places it into the book, frowning at the interruption. It was Amanda, one of her roommates.
"Harris... get your nose out of the books, you've got a phone call."
Kabira closes the book gently, standing and nodding at Amanda.
"Thank you."
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"Kabira, sweetie... are you sure you can't make it home this weekend?" her mother asks. There's something in her voice, something urgent. Nothing dangerous, though... Kabira couldn't place what it was she was picking up on.
"Mom, I've got a HUGE paper due on Devouring Earth. It's literally going to take me all weekend to finish... and I wouldn't have the resources I'll need at home to write such a paper." She sighs heavily, "We've been through this 20 times already."
There's a momentary silence over the phone before, "I know, sweetie... it's just..." Another silence.
"What?" Kabira demands, her patience for this secretive urgency in her mother's voice finally failing. "Just tell me whatever it is, already!"
"Can't get anything past you, can I?"
Kabira doesn't answer.
"I didn't want to tell you over the phone."
Again, Kabira doesn't answer.
"Oh hell, I don't think I can wait another week!" her mother finally breaks in with excitement, "Remember that weekend I fell off the ladder while I was cleaning the gutters? I twisted my ankle, remember?"
Kabira squints for a moment, wondering what that weekend has to do with anything important, "Yeah...why?"
"And you healed me with your powers, remember?" her mother's voice grows even more excited.
Her mind is thinking hard now, trying to figure out what about that weekend was so special. Her mother fell, Kabira healed her... nothing spectacular about that. She heals people every day... "Mom..."
Her mother interrupts, speaking with accelerated enthusiasm, "That was the first time you used your healing powers on me, but the doctors seem to think that not only did you heal my leg, you healed much more!"
The girl was thoroughly confused now, "What are you talking about?"
"Kabira! Honey..." her mom bursts out, "I'm pregnant!!!"
Kabira gasps with shock. A million thoughts run through her mind. She's happy, yet disgusted at the thought of her parents still having sex. She's worried about her mother being in her mid-forties and being pregnant.
"Oh my god, mom... that's... that's..." she's uncharacteristically lost for words, "Just wow!"
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She returns to her desk after finally getting off the phone with her mother and father who'd joined in on the conversation. She looked down at her books, but found it incredibly difficult to continue her work...
Kabira looks up from the esoteric dendrology book she had gotten from the library. She takes the pencil she'd been gnawing on out of her mouth and places it into the book, frowning at the interruption. It was Amanda, one of her roommates.
"Harris... get your nose out of the books, you've got a phone call."
Kabira closes the book gently, standing and nodding at Amanda.
"Thank you."
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"Kabira, sweetie... are you sure you can't make it home this weekend?" her mother asks. There's something in her voice, something urgent. Nothing dangerous, though... Kabira couldn't place what it was she was picking up on.
"Mom, I've got a HUGE paper due on Devouring Earth. It's literally going to take me all weekend to finish... and I wouldn't have the resources I'll need at home to write such a paper." She sighs heavily, "We've been through this 20 times already."
There's a momentary silence over the phone before, "I know, sweetie... it's just..." Another silence.
"What?" Kabira demands, her patience for this secretive urgency in her mother's voice finally failing. "Just tell me whatever it is, already!"
"Can't get anything past you, can I?"
Kabira doesn't answer.
"I didn't want to tell you over the phone."
Again, Kabira doesn't answer.
"Oh hell, I don't think I can wait another week!" her mother finally breaks in with excitement, "Remember that weekend I fell off the ladder while I was cleaning the gutters? I twisted my ankle, remember?"
Kabira squints for a moment, wondering what that weekend has to do with anything important, "Yeah...why?"
"And you healed me with your powers, remember?" her mother's voice grows even more excited.
Her mind is thinking hard now, trying to figure out what about that weekend was so special. Her mother fell, Kabira healed her... nothing spectacular about that. She heals people every day... "Mom..."
Her mother interrupts, speaking with accelerated enthusiasm, "That was the first time you used your healing powers on me, but the doctors seem to think that not only did you heal my leg, you healed much more!"
The girl was thoroughly confused now, "What are you talking about?"
"Kabira! Honey..." her mom bursts out, "I'm pregnant!!!"
Kabira gasps with shock. A million thoughts run through her mind. She's happy, yet disgusted at the thought of her parents still having sex. She's worried about her mother being in her mid-forties and being pregnant.
"Oh my god, mom... that's... that's..." she's uncharacteristically lost for words, "Just wow!"
_______________________
She returns to her desk after finally getting off the phone with her mother and father who'd joined in on the conversation. She looked down at her books, but found it incredibly difficult to continue her work...
....The Dead Mans Hat....
A flash of a bulb lit the corner of the swere up from its dimed dreary atmosphear, out of the instant camra came o photo of the good old Dr.V Chaind up and ready to be shiped from his lab to the Zig, next to him with one elbow placed gingerly on his sholder and another hand with a thumbs up was Crono with a silly smirk on his face.
The reporter waved the picture at crono as the police started wraping up the evidence to leave the crime secin. "Good job kid!" he said tiping his hat and moving on for some better shots.
Crono steped back and watched the PPD lift the massive body of the Doc, away.
"From one hell hole to another" one of the Detectives said. "We can take it from here kid I have your statement and your free to leave" he dismissed crono with a wave of his hand. "Any time!" Crono replyed and bowed out of habit and made his way up a steap incline back to the serfice.
About half way back up something in the corner of his eye made him look over he stoped to see a pile of bodies collected for the coronors office, they where all taged and some where even baged. The mound was putrad and stood about 4 feet tall. On the top was a half corps wraped in a trench coat and a golden shield in its inner pocket indicated it was a corps of a detective. The badge was old and so was the trench coat warn and torn.
"This is some nice gear, for how old it is" Crono inspected the body noteing the hat on the corps was a very well made duster. The hat represented the age of the 1950's golden era, the "retro" age of time as they put it. Crono was over come with glee and gasped and awed at the condition of the hat "Thats a nice hat you got there..." he said and with shifty eye's and an ajustment of the glasses he took it from the zombifyed corps. With a few smacks agenst his leg and a dusting of the interrior he placed it gingerly on his head.
"Heres lookin' at you kid." As he pated the dead cop on the sholder and walked off ajusting the very well keep duster........
A flash of a bulb lit the corner of the swere up from its dimed dreary atmosphear, out of the instant camra came o photo of the good old Dr.V Chaind up and ready to be shiped from his lab to the Zig, next to him with one elbow placed gingerly on his sholder and another hand with a thumbs up was Crono with a silly smirk on his face.
The reporter waved the picture at crono as the police started wraping up the evidence to leave the crime secin. "Good job kid!" he said tiping his hat and moving on for some better shots.
Crono steped back and watched the PPD lift the massive body of the Doc, away.
"From one hell hole to another" one of the Detectives said. "We can take it from here kid I have your statement and your free to leave" he dismissed crono with a wave of his hand. "Any time!" Crono replyed and bowed out of habit and made his way up a steap incline back to the serfice.
About half way back up something in the corner of his eye made him look over he stoped to see a pile of bodies collected for the coronors office, they where all taged and some where even baged. The mound was putrad and stood about 4 feet tall. On the top was a half corps wraped in a trench coat and a golden shield in its inner pocket indicated it was a corps of a detective. The badge was old and so was the trench coat warn and torn.
"This is some nice gear, for how old it is" Crono inspected the body noteing the hat on the corps was a very well made duster. The hat represented the age of the 1950's golden era, the "retro" age of time as they put it. Crono was over come with glee and gasped and awed at the condition of the hat "Thats a nice hat you got there..." he said and with shifty eye's and an ajustment of the glasses he took it from the zombifyed corps. With a few smacks agenst his leg and a dusting of the interrior he placed it gingerly on his head.
"Heres lookin' at you kid." As he pated the dead cop on the sholder and walked off ajusting the very well keep duster........
When all is said and done....everything is said and nothing is done. Crystal Wings
The summer sun has darkened Kalis already tan skin slightly more already.
Her trips to the beach have been frequent , often going alone to just sit and ponder , and watch the birds.
Her latest one , almost making her late for the Student Council meeting she attends weekly.
Things have changed so much for her since her arrival at St Joes.
She cant even imagine going back to how things were back then.
So many freinds she has made in the past semester. And a few have left , moving on to other schools and so forth.
She smiles fondly remembering Drago , Quill , Lycia and the others who are gone now.
Rising from her rock perch in Ithaca bay she hovers as she glances around to gain her sights and head towards the Greenline to make her way back to the school.
Once back on campus , she realizes she hasnt took account any time needed to change from her patrol uniform so she opts to go ahead and wear it rather than be late again.
Her healed leather boots click softly across the stone floors as she enters the room they usually meet in. Stretching out upon the floor , Kali opens a bag of chips and pops open her coke just as Stasis comes in followed close behind by Lightfall.
The three girls laugh and giggle as they talk amongst each other and munch on chips.
Several other students make thier way for the weekely meeting. And before long the meeting is well in progress.
Kali steals several glances across the room at Stone wondering what hes doing as he fiddles with His hands just barely above the stone floor.
As she averts her gaze once more to answer a few questions from another student she feels something slide into her hand.
Looking down she sees a small crystal bird. Its wings outstetched as if in flight. Stone Tank sits nearby smiling back at her and she cant help to blurt out " Awwwww this is soooo prettty!"
After much discussion Stone leaves , off to patrol more and Kali is exremely touched by the gift she has recieved.
After the meeting has concluded she heads back to the dorms to write Him a letter and hopes he finds it in his locker in the morning.
Oh mygawd Stone ,
this little bird is soooo very pretty! how did you do this? I didnt see you carry anything in.... did you buy it someplace near? Anyways I just wanted to thank you for it. Birds are very special to me and this one is no exception . I sat it on my nightstand so i can see it all the time when im in the dorms.
I know this is an odd request but... do you have any photos of yourself i could have one of? I keep pictures of all my friends and i would love to have one of you too if its ok.
Thank you again so very much
*huggs*
Kali
She folds the note carefully and places in her books to place in His locker or hand to Him in the morning should she see Him first and rolls over to get a few hours sleep.
The summer sun has darkened Kalis already tan skin slightly more already.
Her trips to the beach have been frequent , often going alone to just sit and ponder , and watch the birds.
Her latest one , almost making her late for the Student Council meeting she attends weekly.
Things have changed so much for her since her arrival at St Joes.
She cant even imagine going back to how things were back then.
So many freinds she has made in the past semester. And a few have left , moving on to other schools and so forth.
She smiles fondly remembering Drago , Quill , Lycia and the others who are gone now.
Rising from her rock perch in Ithaca bay she hovers as she glances around to gain her sights and head towards the Greenline to make her way back to the school.
Once back on campus , she realizes she hasnt took account any time needed to change from her patrol uniform so she opts to go ahead and wear it rather than be late again.
Her healed leather boots click softly across the stone floors as she enters the room they usually meet in. Stretching out upon the floor , Kali opens a bag of chips and pops open her coke just as Stasis comes in followed close behind by Lightfall.
The three girls laugh and giggle as they talk amongst each other and munch on chips.
Several other students make thier way for the weekely meeting. And before long the meeting is well in progress.
Kali steals several glances across the room at Stone wondering what hes doing as he fiddles with His hands just barely above the stone floor.
As she averts her gaze once more to answer a few questions from another student she feels something slide into her hand.
Looking down she sees a small crystal bird. Its wings outstetched as if in flight. Stone Tank sits nearby smiling back at her and she cant help to blurt out " Awwwww this is soooo prettty!"
After much discussion Stone leaves , off to patrol more and Kali is exremely touched by the gift she has recieved.
After the meeting has concluded she heads back to the dorms to write Him a letter and hopes he finds it in his locker in the morning.
Oh mygawd Stone ,
this little bird is soooo very pretty! how did you do this? I didnt see you carry anything in.... did you buy it someplace near? Anyways I just wanted to thank you for it. Birds are very special to me and this one is no exception . I sat it on my nightstand so i can see it all the time when im in the dorms.
I know this is an odd request but... do you have any photos of yourself i could have one of? I keep pictures of all my friends and i would love to have one of you too if its ok.
Thank you again so very much
*huggs*
Kali
She folds the note carefully and places in her books to place in His locker or hand to Him in the morning should she see Him first and rolls over to get a few hours sleep.
“Stasis Kiss: Sometimes you just have to do something drastic and shake things around a little. ”
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Passion's Flame
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Empty Locker
"It's been a long day I can't wait till it's over" stoned mutters as he roams the hallways between classes. heading back to his locker to change books he catches a glimse of Cro in a side hallway. "i have to talk to him but i'm too busy right now" stoned thinks as he steps up to his locker. "combo...combo...uggg what's the combo, i always forget." fumbling with it for a minute and getting more and more frustrated stoned realizes that he finally opened the lock...so much so that he could see the inner workings of it. "damn next time i buy a key lock" thinks as he berates himself for losing control of his powers for just a moment.
swaping books stoned looks down and see's a piece of paper on the bottom of his locker. opening it up he reads the flowing script.
Oh mygawd Stone ,
this little bird is soooo very pretty! how did you do this? I didnt see you carry anything in.... did you buy it someplace near? Anyways I just wanted to thank you for it. Birds are very special to me and this one is no exception . I sat it on my nightstand so i can see it all the time when im in the dorms.
I know this is an odd request but... do you have any photos of yourself i could have one of? I keep pictures of all my friends and i would love to have one of you too if its ok.
Thank you again so very much
*huggs*
Kali
Hmmm... a picture huh? stoned opens a notebook a writes back:
Kali,
The bird is a piece of me, i'm not sure how to explain it better then i asked the floor to bond with me and filtered out the quartz crystal from it to make the bird. before you get all impressed i was trying to make a flower but i guess the floor thought different. About that pic though i'll see what i can do. talk to you later, Stone
glancing at the time stoned realizes how late he is and rushes off to drop the note in kali's locker and get to class.
"It's been a long day I can't wait till it's over" stoned mutters as he roams the hallways between classes. heading back to his locker to change books he catches a glimse of Cro in a side hallway. "i have to talk to him but i'm too busy right now" stoned thinks as he steps up to his locker. "combo...combo...uggg what's the combo, i always forget." fumbling with it for a minute and getting more and more frustrated stoned realizes that he finally opened the lock...so much so that he could see the inner workings of it. "damn next time i buy a key lock" thinks as he berates himself for losing control of his powers for just a moment.
swaping books stoned looks down and see's a piece of paper on the bottom of his locker. opening it up he reads the flowing script.
Oh mygawd Stone ,
this little bird is soooo very pretty! how did you do this? I didnt see you carry anything in.... did you buy it someplace near? Anyways I just wanted to thank you for it. Birds are very special to me and this one is no exception . I sat it on my nightstand so i can see it all the time when im in the dorms.
I know this is an odd request but... do you have any photos of yourself i could have one of? I keep pictures of all my friends and i would love to have one of you too if its ok.
Thank you again so very much
*huggs*
Kali
Hmmm... a picture huh? stoned opens a notebook a writes back:
Kali,
The bird is a piece of me, i'm not sure how to explain it better then i asked the floor to bond with me and filtered out the quartz crystal from it to make the bird. before you get all impressed i was trying to make a flower but i guess the floor thought different. About that pic though i'll see what i can do. talk to you later, Stone
glancing at the time stoned realizes how late he is and rushes off to drop the note in kali's locker and get to class.
