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Saturday, November 30, 2013
DAN DUN DUN!
(Note: I'm going to see Frozen tomorrow, expect additions from my experience added into my stories.)
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Friday, November 29, 2013
No News!
How ironic that this is news of no news.
My browser has been switched to Chrome, so expect me to do things better than usual! Also, I haven't got any news of how AJHQ is doing on getting my account back, so I might not be able to get the ice armor. T.T
My browser has been switched to Chrome, so expect me to do things better than usual! Also, I haven't got any news of how AJHQ is doing on getting my account back, so I might not be able to get the ice armor. T.T
Thursday, November 28, 2013
HALP!!!
HELP!!!
So I've practically done my head in thinking up a name for Olivias trilogy to be called. Can you help? This is REALLY important, so please recommend something EPIC, I've already thought up Dark Portals or something.
GRAAAH! Amy here, to help out. Maybe Sleight of Hand, Shadows Descending, Elemental Fiasco, House of Cards, Evils Uprising, or Flying Tacos? XD I really dunno, though, sorry.
MMMMM flying tacos.....
GRAAAH! Amy here, to help out. Maybe Sleight of Hand, Shadows Descending, Elemental Fiasco, House of Cards, Evils Uprising, or Flying Tacos? XD I really dunno, though, sorry.
MMMMM flying tacos.....
Monday, November 25, 2013
Inspiration
Credit to someone special on Chicken Smoothie.
You are never alone! Sometimes life can seem so hard or maybe even impossible, but you never have to be alone. That's the nice thing about the internet. You will always have your people. Always belong. There are people everywhere who would never even think of judging you. There is always a shoulder to cry on, always someone there to say "I am there for you; I am your friend". And even though the road may be hard, may have a lot of bumps in it, or maybe just seems like you are the only one there, YOU are not alone.
*cough* Ahem, whoops my hand slipped. Hey, the point of this is to be there for people. Life likes to throw challenges at all of us. I don't know why, but that is just the funny way things work. Sometimes things get tough and when things get like that, that's when we need someone there the most.
I meant to just make a spew about sexuality here and how your path is your choice, that it's not promised to be easy or hard. But, I felt that what I wrote instead is meant for someone. I am not sure why that's what came to mind, it just happened. Either way my pm box is open to all for anything and everything! C: Chatting, venting, laughing, crying, debates, EVERYTHING. It is all just a way of expression and talking is great. ^_^
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5y_KJAg8bHI
I agree, you should always have a shoulder to cry on, otherwise you end up thinking whats the point of life? and other stuff, so, always try make everyday a pleasure, and if somebody ruins it, then build it up again :)
You are never alone! Sometimes life can seem so hard or maybe even impossible, but you never have to be alone. That's the nice thing about the internet. You will always have your people. Always belong. There are people everywhere who would never even think of judging you. There is always a shoulder to cry on, always someone there to say "I am there for you; I am your friend". And even though the road may be hard, may have a lot of bumps in it, or maybe just seems like you are the only one there, YOU are not alone.
*cough* Ahem, whoops my hand slipped. Hey, the point of this is to be there for people. Life likes to throw challenges at all of us. I don't know why, but that is just the funny way things work. Sometimes things get tough and when things get like that, that's when we need someone there the most.
I meant to just make a spew about sexuality here and how your path is your choice, that it's not promised to be easy or hard. But, I felt that what I wrote instead is meant for someone. I am not sure why that's what came to mind, it just happened. Either way my pm box is open to all for anything and everything! C: Chatting, venting, laughing, crying, debates, EVERYTHING. It is all just a way of expression and talking is great. ^_^
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5y_KJAg8bHI
I agree, you should always have a shoulder to cry on, otherwise you end up thinking whats the point of life? and other stuff, so, always try make everyday a pleasure, and if somebody ruins it, then build it up again :)
Thursday, November 21, 2013
IMPORTANT
Okay, so a minute ago Mom called AJ. Now, here is the update. So, I can't log in, right? Now, someone else is controlling my account, and logged in recently. The email was changed, ugh! However, the problem WILL be fixed, so until further notice, do NOT trust the account roxy30000 for anything. Okay?
Sunday, November 17, 2013
Hey Guys. It's been a while.
Hey. It's official! I'm back! So, Amy Jiao is probably gonna dislike me for this, but I am posting a story that has nothing to do with Jamaa. It is a twisting story that will touch your heart.
(P.S. That's my quote :3)
“Literature affects people in unimaginable ways. It’s amazing how the characters and plots in stories stick with us forever, teaching us things nothing else could. Reading is in that way, one of the best things, along with writing, for as a writer, (Everyone is one!) we affect people in beautiful ways, that are imprinted on their hearts forever, and affect people, causing a chain reaction of good. All because somebody took the time to create something from their hearts.”
~Unknown
Gelida stepped onto the snow, the howling winds whipping her hair around like a brown fire, and her breath puffing up in big, smoky clouds. In hand she held a rusty spear, wet from the snow, stubbed by time. Her eyes darted around until she spotted movement. With the agility of a tiger, she tiptoed quietly until reached her destination. A hidden, snow-covered cabin was nestled between a few pines, and she gently knocked on the door. A familiar voice called back, and she walked in, every part of her dripping from wet slush. “I’m here.” she whispered, straining to get ahold of herself, for she was panting in excitement. She greeted the owner. They embraced, and the lady took her by the hand. “I have what you asked for.” the women said with a grin. Out of a cabinet she retrieved a boxy item, which she dusted off with frail hands. The dust flew everywhere, and Gelida coughed into her hand. “A Tale of Two Cities.” she dictated, her words echoing through the lonely cabin. The old lady handed Gelida the book. “This is a classic. Treasure it. I know you treasure knowledge. After all, you are a very smart young lady.” Gelida blushed. “I just love getting lost in a book. It is simply amazing.” The old lady nodded in agreement. She stifled a giggle.“It’ll be the only comfort you get in this tempest world” There was a pause. “How is your mother doing?” “Fine. I guess. Her and Dad are always fighting, and this is my only comfort. Yeah. Like you said.” “Oh, that’s horrid. Parents are supposed to live in unity to bring up their children. I guess it doesn’t always work that way these days. Especially in this cold, solitary place we live in.” Gelida smiled. “Thanks Gia.” She hoisted up her spear, and opened the door, the frosty gales welcoming her back into the outdoors. When she got home, she found her parents yelling, which she purposefully ignored, and stumbled up the steps to her cot. She warmed up some fish, and ate her dinner with the mocking sound of silence. Her parents were always too ignorant to even acknowledge her arrival, so she knew how to take care of herself. She nestled underneath her blanket and pulled the book out. The moon was beginning to rise, and she began to read. “ It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way...”
The morning was a scene of tranquility, as if it had just jumped out of a photograph. The sun was shrouded by a few puffy clouds, and the calls of birds sounded out in joyful harmony. She sheathed herself in a light jacket, a pair of tattered jeans, and a scarf that was wound tightly around her neck. She decided to take a walk in the park, and book clutched, she strode to the Town Central, where a fountain stood, chugging out somewhat frozen water. Only a few people were out at this time, and they were mostly foreigners or tourists. Suddenly, she heard the clap of footsteps on the concrete, and Gia was bounding towards her. “Gelida!” Gia cried, her old, feeble body drained of energy. “What!?” Gelida cried back, worried for the soul. “Are you okay?” “Can’t be better! I was reading my magazines when I found this!” She pulled a colorful paper slip out of her pocketbook, and Gelida quietly took it. “Young authors competition... Free Narrative... BEST STORY WINS 100,000 DOLLARS AND PUBLICATION!!!!??? Imagine all the books we could get! They would stack to the moon! But... I can’t write.” Gia smiled at Gelida. “Why not? Anybody can! That’s the best part about writing. Your ability doesn’t neccesarily have to be innate.” “But... What makes you think I can write? I don’t know a thing about writing. I’m just an average twelve year old girl who loves to read books. Lots and lots of books.” Gia wrapped her arm around Gelida. “Can’t you see? You’re in 6th grade and you can understand Charles Dickens. Do you understand how amazing that is? I bet you have learned so much while reading, so much that you could use to write. After all, I think most famous authors loved to read! Hey, how ‘bout we test my theory out? Look at that tree. Now describe it.” Gelida sighed and closed her eyes. “ A tall winding tree looms above, branches spread out as if it wants to grab somebody. The sun peeks above, a grin of rays across its face, and a thin layer of snow on the ground. The sun’s rays squeeze the snow so hard, it turns to murky water, and the mustiness of it only adds to the element of mystery.” She sighed out and slowly opened her eyes. Gia’s hands were clamping her mouth, eyes wide in captivation, and she began to squeal like a little girl. “That was amazing! I knew you had it in you!” She squeezed the girl’s hand. “ You’re gonna change everything for yourself Gelida. I know it.” They both departed, and as Gelida walked home, she wondered how she would do this.When she got home, she pulled out the crumpled piece of paper and inscribed the information onto a wood block so she wouldn’t forget it. The night went as all of Gelida’s nights went, but instead of reading, she turned her attention to the pile of blank paper before her. She wanted to emerge as an author. Maybe she really did have something. Gia was right after all. Nothing was inhibiting her besides herself. And she was the only one who could stop that fear. The pressure was getting to be too much. Gia administered the weight of the world onto her shoulders, and Gelida wasn’t the kind of person to topple it. But the paper was evilly grinning at her, telling her that she was accomplishing nothing in the next five hours that would follow. She had to write SOMETHING. And the process of transferring thoughts on paper isn’t always easy. In a frustrated manner, she shoved the papers into her desk, and hit the hay.
As if the week wasn’t already eventful, the next morning was full of devastating news. Gelida’s parents had made the overdue decision to divorce, and when Gelida woke up, they were arguing who would take her. “I can’t care for a child. I have a job you know, and it matters to me.” “Why does that matter? The little brat requires so much, and since i’m the one always taking care of her, I don’t deserve the burden!” Gelida held a giggle. Her mom never did anything for her. Neither did her dad. But her giggle soon disappeared when her dad then said the most frightening thing he could have ever said. “Well, if neither of us are taking her, we might as well leave her. She can go live with that old lady. In fact, go upstairs right now and tell her so.” Gelida’s mother began to walk up, so Gelida quickly ran back to bed. “Get up you little brat!” She hissed, shoving a garbage bag in Gelida’s face. “Put your stuff in here, then you’re out of here. I never want to see your disgusting needy face again!” She slammed the door, and Gelida felt tears coming. She hated her parents, and anticipated the day when their fighting would dissolve, but she had never thought it would be like this. Her eyes burned, and she began to feel sick, but knew she could make no contact with her parents. She could hear them screaming downstairs. She shoved her paper, the woodblock, her clothing, and everything else she could stuff into the bag. She then wiped her sleeve and prepared for the worst. Never had she felt this discouraged. She ran out the door, and it clicked, a sound that meant to her “This is it. You’re never coming back to the awful place.” She slugged through the snow, to Gia’s cabin. As soon as Gia saw red-eyed Gelida, she knew what had happened. She hugged her for what seemed like an hour, and Gia began to prepare a bed for Gelida. “It’s okay.” she reassured her, even though she knew it wasn’t ever going to be okay. Gelida sniffled and whispered in a shaky voice “Now I understand the feelings.” “Of what?” “Of the characters i’m gonna be writing about.”
A week later, Spring began, the leaves and the grass were all extremely pale shades of green, and dew lined against every windowsill. Gia walked up to Gelida behind her back, who was stabbing her pencil on the paper as she had continuously been working on for the past few days. Her movements were deft, and her attitude diligent. Gia watched as Gelida scratched the last letter on, and with extra force produced a huge period. She was done. She laughed she cried, she was so overcome by emotion. With the satisfying click of the mailbox door, her story was off to be judged. And the judges knew it would win from the first sentence, The girl stepped onto the snow, the howling winds whipping her hair around like a brown fire, and her breath puffing up in big, smoky clouds.
And when the letter telling Gelida she had won arrived, it came with a special message. “‘But... I can’t write.’ Gia smiled at Gelida. ‘Why not? Anybody can! That’s the best part about writing.’”
At the winner’s ceremony, Gelida dressed up in casual apparel, and out of excitedness, remained motionless when she had to speak. She shed some tears of joy, then began her speech with “There was once a girl who had no idea of ability, no idea of capability. Until her life was changed by a piece of paper. And I believe that lives will always be affected with paper, In a book, in a certificate, in a notification. But mostly, the Book.”
The End
Hyrestia Tales: Last I Ever Saw You
(This will be the shortest entry. It's just a midway point between the Temple and Siarnaq.)
Frost sighed as she set up a tent underneath a palm tree.
They were on the coastline of the great dimension of Hyrestia, which overlined the entire island. It was a huge island; sure, with endless ocean all around that eventually led to the rim of the dimension (yes, its a flat dimension, yes, our dimension is flat), but it still made Frost nostalgic for Crystal Sands, the utopia it was. Already she could hear the laughs of children, the giant beach ball being passed from hand to hand, grouchy old animals trying to rid their paws of the crabby crabs on them...
Frost shook the feeling out. She couldn't allow daydreaming at this moment, because this was plausibly the last she would see of the world before they fought for their lives in Poseidon's shrine. It was a beautiful dimension lush with vegetation and beauty; yet Frost feared that this were the last days of its existence.
She looked out at the waves lapping at the shore like an affectionate dog.
This was a good spot for a camp, as the ocean was very calm here, food was plentiful regardless of being a carnivore, omnivore, herbivore, insectivore, or simply inhaled everything; and best of all...
... the warmth of the beach would melt any ice golems, making it safe for them and without need for tight night watches.
The rhythm of the snores around her, the nightime stars, and the satisfaction of safety caused her to nod off.
Frost awoke in a black, starry room filled with aromatic candles. They flickered and seemed to waft in different directions, but always lit the room with a persistent glow. Around them, the seemingly endless abyss of stars and constellations went around Frost forever, as deep as the memories of a happier life were. Days when she and her friends were gathering the Heroes into group. Days when the life of prophecys and clashing were merely specks in the distance. Days when Ledra and others were all stably intact.
Ripples extended from the candles, as if they were floating daintily on the top of crystal clear water. Each ripple penetrated Frost's very essence with a ghastly calm, as if her heart ceased beating and relieved her of the stress of living. Even then, her soul tugged at her body to come out, to waft away and float under Zios's wing. To be released of the burden of Icirrus's soul, to have her soul be free of any sort of responsibility.
Earth to Frost. You still have no idea what's going on. whispered Icirrus.
Frost looked around; her eyes relaxed and not darting around, surveying her surroundings.
Then...
From the darkness, as if the walls were made of mist and the world was beyond it, Zion walked through the veil.
"Zuh-Zion?" squeaked Frost.
Her majestic lover was as muscular as ever, pure strength rippling underneath his black, glossy fur coat. His forehead wig of blond hair swept over his brow, giving him a sort of cute expression. Mascara-like spots enveloped his eyes, complimenting his melted-chocolate sad eyes. His gaze was wise and as all-seeing as a tactitian, being that he was excellent at chess. His heart thrummed with feeling, full of joy from Frost's very existence, his bromance with Parlan, and his loyalty to Sir Gilbert... and with resentment for his uselessness in the war, how much Sir Gilbert overprotected him, and worst of all, Frost being away to fight.
But you're still helpful! Frost wanted to say. Your simple existence supplements my life with essential nutrients! You aren't gregarious among the apprentices, nor are your powers copious, but simply being there is enough!
Yet, try as she might, her mouth was carameled shut. She suspected she even was drooling.
"Hello, Frost. I'm sorry that we cannot see each other in real life, but this is the utopia I imagine in my very consciousness. A place where we can relax together, the very cosmos spinning around us, and where the ugliness of the outside world is ignored and nonexistent. A world where we are eternal, never dying, never getting sick, always as pure as cleansed water." purred Zion. (Note: Name is pronounced SHE-on).
Frost stepped forward, and so did Zion. Their tails curled around each other, and a jolt of contentedness ran up Frost's spine, as if it were a messenger bearing news of victory.
"I missed you so much, Frost. I am glad I could whisk most of your being, your core, into my mind. Here, we will bask in each other's loveliness until dawn." prosed Zion.
It's as if he were proposing to me to marry him. pondered Frost as she nuzzled Zion. As if!
She wanted to tell Zion that she missed him too, but the words caught in her throat like a hairball. Missing him simply wasn't ample to describe her vast longing for his presence.
Not like I wouldn't marry him, like Ledra married Drakus, but I fear that if I also vanish, just like Ledra, then he will become as restless as Drakus. I keep on getting texts from Bloda that Drakus is still demented, and throwing fits every quarter hour!
Zion sat down in the circle of candles, and ripples awaited his motion. They spread along the floor and vanished into the darkness, although Frost had no idea where floor met wall, wall met ceiling, and even the porportions of such matter in this glade.
Just then, Zion beckoned for Frost to sit down with him.
"My speechless dear, I would like a word with you. Simply savoring the moment, carpeing the diem, y'know."
Frost sat down, and was struck by a kiss. It came out of nowhere, like the pain of an arrow through her sternum.
"You rougish devil." she growled.
"And I thought I was but a devilish rouge." replied Zion.
For a while, they enjoyed the simple presence of once enough, basking in each others warmth. The candles lit their faces up, although neither thought they really need light to get a facelift. Even falling through darkness or boiling in lava wouldn't have wrecked the moment, shattering it into a million pieces in the process.
Then, Zion flipped himself onto her, as if he were about to do a killing blow, but instead gently nudged her into a pinning position.
"If you are uncomfortable, Frost, just tell me. What I am about to do doesn't work without universal happiness." he instructed.
Then, a wave of pure, raw, good feeling spread through Frost.
They had done it many times before, but doing it when simply cores? Spectacular. Fireworks flashed behind Frost's eyeballs, her body tingled with sheer excitement, and Zion's sheepish grin lit up her world.
They continued swaddling each other and staying in the sexual position for a while, until light started to creep into Frost's eyes, light other than the gentle stars around them and the candlelight.
Zion's face contorted into worriedness, but he instead spoke in the beautiful, Mira-like voice of Snowyclaw.
"Frost, wake up. Keldeo is taking us boogie-boarding."
Frost sighed as she set up a tent underneath a palm tree.
They were on the coastline of the great dimension of Hyrestia, which overlined the entire island. It was a huge island; sure, with endless ocean all around that eventually led to the rim of the dimension (yes, its a flat dimension, yes, our dimension is flat), but it still made Frost nostalgic for Crystal Sands, the utopia it was. Already she could hear the laughs of children, the giant beach ball being passed from hand to hand, grouchy old animals trying to rid their paws of the crabby crabs on them...
Frost shook the feeling out. She couldn't allow daydreaming at this moment, because this was plausibly the last she would see of the world before they fought for their lives in Poseidon's shrine. It was a beautiful dimension lush with vegetation and beauty; yet Frost feared that this were the last days of its existence.
She looked out at the waves lapping at the shore like an affectionate dog.
This was a good spot for a camp, as the ocean was very calm here, food was plentiful regardless of being a carnivore, omnivore, herbivore, insectivore, or simply inhaled everything; and best of all...
... the warmth of the beach would melt any ice golems, making it safe for them and without need for tight night watches.
The rhythm of the snores around her, the nightime stars, and the satisfaction of safety caused her to nod off.
Frost awoke in a black, starry room filled with aromatic candles. They flickered and seemed to waft in different directions, but always lit the room with a persistent glow. Around them, the seemingly endless abyss of stars and constellations went around Frost forever, as deep as the memories of a happier life were. Days when she and her friends were gathering the Heroes into group. Days when the life of prophecys and clashing were merely specks in the distance. Days when Ledra and others were all stably intact.
Ripples extended from the candles, as if they were floating daintily on the top of crystal clear water. Each ripple penetrated Frost's very essence with a ghastly calm, as if her heart ceased beating and relieved her of the stress of living. Even then, her soul tugged at her body to come out, to waft away and float under Zios's wing. To be released of the burden of Icirrus's soul, to have her soul be free of any sort of responsibility.
Earth to Frost. You still have no idea what's going on. whispered Icirrus.
Frost looked around; her eyes relaxed and not darting around, surveying her surroundings.
Then...
From the darkness, as if the walls were made of mist and the world was beyond it, Zion walked through the veil.
"Zuh-Zion?" squeaked Frost.
Her majestic lover was as muscular as ever, pure strength rippling underneath his black, glossy fur coat. His forehead wig of blond hair swept over his brow, giving him a sort of cute expression. Mascara-like spots enveloped his eyes, complimenting his melted-chocolate sad eyes. His gaze was wise and as all-seeing as a tactitian, being that he was excellent at chess. His heart thrummed with feeling, full of joy from Frost's very existence, his bromance with Parlan, and his loyalty to Sir Gilbert... and with resentment for his uselessness in the war, how much Sir Gilbert overprotected him, and worst of all, Frost being away to fight.
But you're still helpful! Frost wanted to say. Your simple existence supplements my life with essential nutrients! You aren't gregarious among the apprentices, nor are your powers copious, but simply being there is enough!
Yet, try as she might, her mouth was carameled shut. She suspected she even was drooling.
"Hello, Frost. I'm sorry that we cannot see each other in real life, but this is the utopia I imagine in my very consciousness. A place where we can relax together, the very cosmos spinning around us, and where the ugliness of the outside world is ignored and nonexistent. A world where we are eternal, never dying, never getting sick, always as pure as cleansed water." purred Zion. (Note: Name is pronounced SHE-on).
Frost stepped forward, and so did Zion. Their tails curled around each other, and a jolt of contentedness ran up Frost's spine, as if it were a messenger bearing news of victory.
"I missed you so much, Frost. I am glad I could whisk most of your being, your core, into my mind. Here, we will bask in each other's loveliness until dawn." prosed Zion.
It's as if he were proposing to me to marry him. pondered Frost as she nuzzled Zion. As if!
She wanted to tell Zion that she missed him too, but the words caught in her throat like a hairball. Missing him simply wasn't ample to describe her vast longing for his presence.
Not like I wouldn't marry him, like Ledra married Drakus, but I fear that if I also vanish, just like Ledra, then he will become as restless as Drakus. I keep on getting texts from Bloda that Drakus is still demented, and throwing fits every quarter hour!
Zion sat down in the circle of candles, and ripples awaited his motion. They spread along the floor and vanished into the darkness, although Frost had no idea where floor met wall, wall met ceiling, and even the porportions of such matter in this glade.
Just then, Zion beckoned for Frost to sit down with him.
"My speechless dear, I would like a word with you. Simply savoring the moment, carpeing the diem, y'know."
Frost sat down, and was struck by a kiss. It came out of nowhere, like the pain of an arrow through her sternum.
"You rougish devil." she growled.
"And I thought I was but a devilish rouge." replied Zion.
For a while, they enjoyed the simple presence of once enough, basking in each others warmth. The candles lit their faces up, although neither thought they really need light to get a facelift. Even falling through darkness or boiling in lava wouldn't have wrecked the moment, shattering it into a million pieces in the process.
Then, Zion flipped himself onto her, as if he were about to do a killing blow, but instead gently nudged her into a pinning position.
"If you are uncomfortable, Frost, just tell me. What I am about to do doesn't work without universal happiness." he instructed.
Then, a wave of pure, raw, good feeling spread through Frost.
They had done it many times before, but doing it when simply cores? Spectacular. Fireworks flashed behind Frost's eyeballs, her body tingled with sheer excitement, and Zion's sheepish grin lit up her world.
They continued swaddling each other and staying in the sexual position for a while, until light started to creep into Frost's eyes, light other than the gentle stars around them and the candlelight.
Zion's face contorted into worriedness, but he instead spoke in the beautiful, Mira-like voice of Snowyclaw.
"Frost, wake up. Keldeo is taking us boogie-boarding."
Salsa's Tale (Short Story)
Salsa danced, her hoop earrings jangling as she did a jerky dance. Her onlookers, half-drunken old males, jeered at her hypnotizing dance and threw coins and other items at her, some not as pleasant as gems for her meals.
Her master, a beefy cheetah covered with scars and matted fur, watched without emotion, his whip dangling from his belt.
She did the usual dance, where her body was doing a sort of "inappropriate" motion. Her bottom part was wriggling as if she were doing labor, forcing her baby out of her womb and into the cold world.
From waist up, her torso and head were in a sort of stupor, as if she were having sex with her greatest love. She didn't like it, but if she didn't dance, Salsa would get whipped and deprived of food until she complied.
Late that night, as she gazed at the stars, she recalled her entire life.
Salsa was an orphan, found in a campfire by some half-drunk fishermen and taken to the orphanage. There, she was teased for being scrawny by wolves, bunnies, cheetahs, pretty much every animal was out to get her. Her ears were tugged like Dumbo's were by meanies, her food was meager and not very gregarious among all the orphans, the toy quality poor, and orphans who were even a little kind to her were quickly adopted by widows and gay couples. It was as if the world were preparing her for... something.
Her only comfort was a stuffed animal that stayed in fairly good condition. It was a stuffed jackal with black fur, golden stripes, a bandana necklace, and cyan eyes that she imagined begged for help.
Then, she discovered her pyrokinetic powers.
Late one night, she was getting cold in the barracks, so she imagined fire dancing around her. And, surprisingly, that happened. Her bunkmates and herself, along with her stuffed animal escaped, but most of the orphans weren't so lucky. So, then, she was charged with mass murder and arson despite being only 8, and she ran away.
Oh, for so many nights and days passed as she fled from her former life, the police, and the scorn her appearance faced. Christians, Muslims, atheists and other religious bodies alike snubbed her, making Salsa resent any deities a large cult followed. Only those who believed in no magic and the ones who followed the most ancient gods, Zios and Mira, would even give her a scrap of their food. She eventually took to stealing jewelry, and she soon was studded with nose-rings, earrings, and so many anklets that she had to prance more slowly. All the while, her stuffed animal, Loki, always was by her side, ready to be cuddled fiercely, and was never lost even for a zeptosecond.
Then, exhausted and no longer willing to live, she found the underworld of Jamaa, from Chorus's descendants (see Amelia's Vow for Chorus's identity) to the various messiahs of the black market. She found many of them were just like her, desperate for a home, attention and were shunned by all. So, Salsa, hope renewed, joined the jangling dancers of the troupe. Quickly, however, she realized the sheer evil in the troupe, and tried to escape. However, the leader, now her master, paddled her, and Salsa learned to stay behind and obey him. Now, she was the only one that couldn't escape his grip, and the one pressured to do a job that ten elephants once did, without any alterations for less bulk.
Now, here she was.
She stroked Loki, and it purred.
Purred?
She looked down, and saw that Loki, for some reason or the other, was a living animal now. Bones and muscles rippled under its lavish fur, its eyes now no longer glass, and its tail thumping up and down with contentment.
"L-loki?" she stammered.
"Purr." it responded.
Suddenly, she realized all of the birds chirping in the grasslands had fallen silent, the chewing of zebras ceased, and even the wind chimes on the mighty baobab tree silenced. Only a fragnant breeze awaited Salsa's senses.
Salsa... I am your creator... The master of harmony, peace, and the one who dilutes all chaos... whispered the breeze. The voice was harmonious and beautiful, like a dozen songbirds learned how to chirp in chorus. The one who sires heroes, one who founded the Alphas, one who sees all, knows all, embraces the needy in my wings, and counters Is'Fet...
The leaves swirled in the breeze to form the shape of a grey heron.
... Mira, goddess of harmony, peace and beauty. The one who will rescue you.
Salsa stared at Mira, openmouthed.
I am sorry I cannot form my true apparation here. I am growing close to breaking free of my statue, and I need to conserve power. There are other heroes that already know they are heroes, such as my dear Frost, and the bane of the phantoms, Tempest. There are also others who still wander without knowing of their destiny, which are Mouse, Sabre, and you, Salsa. Keldeo already is apprenticed to Sophia, the horse Alpha, although he does not know he is a true Hero. Last but not least, Evada is truly a hero, and she works closely with the others, although she isn't official. Follow me, Salsa, to a new journey... to a new life. Loki will guide you the rest of the way.
Her master, a beefy cheetah covered with scars and matted fur, watched without emotion, his whip dangling from his belt.
She did the usual dance, where her body was doing a sort of "inappropriate" motion. Her bottom part was wriggling as if she were doing labor, forcing her baby out of her womb and into the cold world.
From waist up, her torso and head were in a sort of stupor, as if she were having sex with her greatest love. She didn't like it, but if she didn't dance, Salsa would get whipped and deprived of food until she complied.
Late that night, as she gazed at the stars, she recalled her entire life.
Salsa was an orphan, found in a campfire by some half-drunk fishermen and taken to the orphanage. There, she was teased for being scrawny by wolves, bunnies, cheetahs, pretty much every animal was out to get her. Her ears were tugged like Dumbo's were by meanies, her food was meager and not very gregarious among all the orphans, the toy quality poor, and orphans who were even a little kind to her were quickly adopted by widows and gay couples. It was as if the world were preparing her for... something.
Her only comfort was a stuffed animal that stayed in fairly good condition. It was a stuffed jackal with black fur, golden stripes, a bandana necklace, and cyan eyes that she imagined begged for help.
Then, she discovered her pyrokinetic powers.
Late one night, she was getting cold in the barracks, so she imagined fire dancing around her. And, surprisingly, that happened. Her bunkmates and herself, along with her stuffed animal escaped, but most of the orphans weren't so lucky. So, then, she was charged with mass murder and arson despite being only 8, and she ran away.
Oh, for so many nights and days passed as she fled from her former life, the police, and the scorn her appearance faced. Christians, Muslims, atheists and other religious bodies alike snubbed her, making Salsa resent any deities a large cult followed. Only those who believed in no magic and the ones who followed the most ancient gods, Zios and Mira, would even give her a scrap of their food. She eventually took to stealing jewelry, and she soon was studded with nose-rings, earrings, and so many anklets that she had to prance more slowly. All the while, her stuffed animal, Loki, always was by her side, ready to be cuddled fiercely, and was never lost even for a zeptosecond.
Then, exhausted and no longer willing to live, she found the underworld of Jamaa, from Chorus's descendants (see Amelia's Vow for Chorus's identity) to the various messiahs of the black market. She found many of them were just like her, desperate for a home, attention and were shunned by all. So, Salsa, hope renewed, joined the jangling dancers of the troupe. Quickly, however, she realized the sheer evil in the troupe, and tried to escape. However, the leader, now her master, paddled her, and Salsa learned to stay behind and obey him. Now, she was the only one that couldn't escape his grip, and the one pressured to do a job that ten elephants once did, without any alterations for less bulk.
Now, here she was.
She stroked Loki, and it purred.
Purred?
She looked down, and saw that Loki, for some reason or the other, was a living animal now. Bones and muscles rippled under its lavish fur, its eyes now no longer glass, and its tail thumping up and down with contentment.
"L-loki?" she stammered.
"Purr." it responded.
Suddenly, she realized all of the birds chirping in the grasslands had fallen silent, the chewing of zebras ceased, and even the wind chimes on the mighty baobab tree silenced. Only a fragnant breeze awaited Salsa's senses.
Salsa... I am your creator... The master of harmony, peace, and the one who dilutes all chaos... whispered the breeze. The voice was harmonious and beautiful, like a dozen songbirds learned how to chirp in chorus. The one who sires heroes, one who founded the Alphas, one who sees all, knows all, embraces the needy in my wings, and counters Is'Fet...
The leaves swirled in the breeze to form the shape of a grey heron.
... Mira, goddess of harmony, peace and beauty. The one who will rescue you.
Salsa stared at Mira, openmouthed.
I am sorry I cannot form my true apparation here. I am growing close to breaking free of my statue, and I need to conserve power. There are other heroes that already know they are heroes, such as my dear Frost, and the bane of the phantoms, Tempest. There are also others who still wander without knowing of their destiny, which are Mouse, Sabre, and you, Salsa. Keldeo already is apprenticed to Sophia, the horse Alpha, although he does not know he is a true Hero. Last but not least, Evada is truly a hero, and she works closely with the others, although she isn't official. Follow me, Salsa, to a new journey... to a new life. Loki will guide you the rest of the way.
LIKE, LIKE WHY ME?!?!?!?
Ola Amigos!
I've randomly been speaking Spanish since yesterday. Odd. But anywho, thats not what your here for, no the reason your here for is this! I was doing my homework and looking for a better way to say fabulous and that came up -.-
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Hmm... Character Idea?
As the title says.
Not sure if this should be a new character though.
Nope, this could be Loki, Salsa's pet possibly...
Not sure if this should be a new character though.
Nope, this could be Loki, Salsa's pet possibly...
Sunday, November 10, 2013
Pandora: My Lifetime's Patrol
Pandora tasted the air around her, and picked up a few scents.
"Hmm... the smell of soiled gems.... should nab some of those for emergency health care sometime. Smell of journey book pages... normal. Lots of naive Jammers coming around to look at the wildlife. Tsk tsk. They don't know about the blood spilled here, the constant evil lurking, and poor me, Pandora, keeping this region safe from outside attack."
Suddenly, just as she continued walking around and looking for prey, a chill spread down her spine.
"Phantom!"
She whirled around.
Sure enough, a one-eyed monstrosity emerged from the shadows, the air around it brimming with static.
The eye glanced around for enemies, as if it were the one on patrol instead of Pandora -
-and spotted her.
"You do not deserve this honor, Pandora. I battled the first Patroller, named Kangaroo. He was the first one to Patrol Kimbara Outback, and the best. Now, they let a wolf into the kangaroo/koala cult! Such a disgrace, I shall kill myself!" it growled.
"Oh, I'm not so scary! Don't kill yourself!" squeaked Pandora, mocking damsels in distress.
The phantom's eye contorted with confusion, and distress, as if it were following the emotions she was portraying.
"Eh? Wait! I didn't mean-"
FOOM!
Large fireballs came up next to Pandora.
"Too late, monster." she growled.
The last expression on the phantom's face was apprehension at the fire - and fear of it, and self-pity, too, for failing Apophis.
Ashes rained down from the location the phantom used to float, and its essence slowly trickled back into the flow of time; mending the numerous wrinkles there were... which helped special ones like the legendary Pink see glimpses of the future.
One day, she thought, I will bequeath the power of the patrollers into another generation's special one, and retire to a normal life, once more, never to return to the world of the War.
Later that day, as Pandora shopped for a few bandages from her various thorn scratches in the medical center, she thought about her past.
Before, she had been a normal pup going to school. Then, in seventh grade, a mysterious cloaked kangaroo appeared before her. The kangaroo introduced herself as Macedonia, daughter of the kangaroo chief. She was the last patroller, and she was, despite being about only 10 years older than Pandora at that time, tiring in her work and wishing to become her father's lieutenant once more. She wanted to bequeath her job to a kangaroo or koala, but both races didn't have any children willing to sacrifice a normal life for it, so she found Pandora, a wolf bearing great promise. Macedonia did the ceremony and granted Pandora great power, before manipulating the memories of those around her so that she could leave for Kimbara without grief and safely, then vanishing. At first, the position was full of thrills for Pandora, and she became immortal, never truly tiring, never thirsty, never famished, never ill, never lonely. But then, when the memories of the outside world started to blur together, she wished to leave, and tried to fly out. However, since she couldn't imagine any other destination, she was unable to leave. Wondering how in the world Macedonia could escape and bequeath her power so easily, Pandora caved into despair. She grew weary of fighting phantoms to keep the sacred land of Kimbara and being a pyro user, and started to abandon her duties. But then, her life force started to ebb away as more and more innocence were attacked and hurt, and she grew guilty of the many injured arriving in the small medical center. So she resumed her duties, but without strenous work and much despair.
3 years later, when she was 16, and supposed to get her license for a car, she was still fighting constantly for Kimbara. The identities of the phantoms she slew faded together, and some grew fuzzy. All the blood spilled because of her, was it worth preventing the blood spilled of the defenseless? Surely there would be less spilled if the phantoms just overrun Jamaa, and Apophis sunk everything below the waves. Death would grasp all, and Zios would welcome all to paradise. It was better than this petty world where the innocent ignored, bullied and even belittled the truly pure; the pure were ignored and mistreated, miserable as they were bound to duty; and the evil overran innocent and defender alike.
And that wasn't Apophis whispering into her ear, either. All Patrollers were immortal and immune to all corruption - at least until they bequeathed their position. They aged, but stopped at their prime. They would be exposed to the stress of defending Kimbara for the sole purpose of protecting the innocence there, even when Abigail staked her territory there. They adjusted their duties according to the need of the people, and always stayed at the brink of madness, when their power was greatest and powered by fury.
She smiled at the doctor, laid a few hundred gems on the table, and left, still thinking about her miserable life, and who she would bequeath the rank to.
"Hmm... the smell of soiled gems.... should nab some of those for emergency health care sometime. Smell of journey book pages... normal. Lots of naive Jammers coming around to look at the wildlife. Tsk tsk. They don't know about the blood spilled here, the constant evil lurking, and poor me, Pandora, keeping this region safe from outside attack."
Suddenly, just as she continued walking around and looking for prey, a chill spread down her spine.
"Phantom!"
She whirled around.
Sure enough, a one-eyed monstrosity emerged from the shadows, the air around it brimming with static.
The eye glanced around for enemies, as if it were the one on patrol instead of Pandora -
-and spotted her.
"You do not deserve this honor, Pandora. I battled the first Patroller, named Kangaroo. He was the first one to Patrol Kimbara Outback, and the best. Now, they let a wolf into the kangaroo/koala cult! Such a disgrace, I shall kill myself!" it growled.
"Oh, I'm not so scary! Don't kill yourself!" squeaked Pandora, mocking damsels in distress.
The phantom's eye contorted with confusion, and distress, as if it were following the emotions she was portraying.
"Eh? Wait! I didn't mean-"
FOOM!
Large fireballs came up next to Pandora.
"Too late, monster." she growled.
The last expression on the phantom's face was apprehension at the fire - and fear of it, and self-pity, too, for failing Apophis.
Ashes rained down from the location the phantom used to float, and its essence slowly trickled back into the flow of time; mending the numerous wrinkles there were... which helped special ones like the legendary Pink see glimpses of the future.
One day, she thought, I will bequeath the power of the patrollers into another generation's special one, and retire to a normal life, once more, never to return to the world of the War.
Later that day, as Pandora shopped for a few bandages from her various thorn scratches in the medical center, she thought about her past.
Before, she had been a normal pup going to school. Then, in seventh grade, a mysterious cloaked kangaroo appeared before her. The kangaroo introduced herself as Macedonia, daughter of the kangaroo chief. She was the last patroller, and she was, despite being about only 10 years older than Pandora at that time, tiring in her work and wishing to become her father's lieutenant once more. She wanted to bequeath her job to a kangaroo or koala, but both races didn't have any children willing to sacrifice a normal life for it, so she found Pandora, a wolf bearing great promise. Macedonia did the ceremony and granted Pandora great power, before manipulating the memories of those around her so that she could leave for Kimbara without grief and safely, then vanishing. At first, the position was full of thrills for Pandora, and she became immortal, never truly tiring, never thirsty, never famished, never ill, never lonely. But then, when the memories of the outside world started to blur together, she wished to leave, and tried to fly out. However, since she couldn't imagine any other destination, she was unable to leave. Wondering how in the world Macedonia could escape and bequeath her power so easily, Pandora caved into despair. She grew weary of fighting phantoms to keep the sacred land of Kimbara and being a pyro user, and started to abandon her duties. But then, her life force started to ebb away as more and more innocence were attacked and hurt, and she grew guilty of the many injured arriving in the small medical center. So she resumed her duties, but without strenous work and much despair.
3 years later, when she was 16, and supposed to get her license for a car, she was still fighting constantly for Kimbara. The identities of the phantoms she slew faded together, and some grew fuzzy. All the blood spilled because of her, was it worth preventing the blood spilled of the defenseless? Surely there would be less spilled if the phantoms just overrun Jamaa, and Apophis sunk everything below the waves. Death would grasp all, and Zios would welcome all to paradise. It was better than this petty world where the innocent ignored, bullied and even belittled the truly pure; the pure were ignored and mistreated, miserable as they were bound to duty; and the evil overran innocent and defender alike.
And that wasn't Apophis whispering into her ear, either. All Patrollers were immortal and immune to all corruption - at least until they bequeathed their position. They aged, but stopped at their prime. They would be exposed to the stress of defending Kimbara for the sole purpose of protecting the innocence there, even when Abigail staked her territory there. They adjusted their duties according to the need of the people, and always stayed at the brink of madness, when their power was greatest and powered by fury.
She smiled at the doctor, laid a few hundred gems on the table, and left, still thinking about her miserable life, and who she would bequeath the rank to.
Friday, November 8, 2013
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Just a quick heads-up: I might add HelloBar and other things to this blog without any notice. If it causes lag/and/or hindered browsing, I would be willing to take the gadget in question down. Thanks for reading.
Thursday, November 7, 2013
Hyrestia Tales: To The Temple
Frost glanced out the hut.
It had been three days since they arrived, and the others STILL were training. Not much challenged them since they arrived in Siarnaq, but something still sent a chill down her spine.
A distant rumbling shook her bones, but she assumed it was just another golem falling.
Their time in Hyrestia had been confusing. First, ice golems were sent after them even though they were the "successors" to their patrons, nearly killing them at least 10 times. 10! Then, without warning, Kyurem struggled to hurry up the process of fighting for what side Maximus Chronos would pick, light or darkness, and killed a priest in the wintry forest. Then, they experienced many traumatic things while staying with the Mobian Heroes. Last but not least, Icirrus took over her nearly completely, and Electro went inside Snowy instead of Vicky.
Wow.
The green, luscious treetops made Frost a little resentful. She remembered Sarepia, the Forgotten Valley, and the homeland she left behind to fight a linear war. Apophis didn't seem interested in them, which made life a lot more generic and boring.
"Tempest, we spent too much time here. Let's move on to Poseidon's shrine. Maybe the whale god can help us." said Frost.
Tempest, who was right next to her, sighed with relief.
"I agree, Frost. The others are wasting time, trying to train their heads off."
"Jamaasian Heroes, to me!" cried Frost.
All of her comrades appeared, a few poised to strike... something.
"I wish I could do that." muttered Tempest. "All I can get are a few pidgeons and the scraps of a avocado to appear."
"Frost! We saw a gargantuan robot tearing down trees!" cried Snowy.
"Vramaa is being rebuilt, why is there a Mechanaloid here?" muttered Frost.
"And how is that not obvious?" retorted Tempest. "I could hear toppling trees even when I was arguing with a local about the zip line! The nerve of Siarnaqians! To them, we're just cranky preachers of the old days-"
Nobody listened to her crank out complaints after that, and she stopped.
"I saw-" panted Savior. "-that it was an Isfet Mechanaloid, and it was manned by Agate, the Deadly One."
"Great." grumbled Frost. "Now we have ice golems, Phantoms, and a crazy mechanaloid going after us. Can I have a platter of country fries with that, Zios?"
The other animals broke into nervous laughter, except for Amanda and Ignacio.
"Er, is that Jamaasian crude humor or something? I feel like when the popular jocks make an inside joke." inquired Amanda.
"Rated PG for Pulsating Gems." muttered Ignacio.
"Excuse me?" said Savior. "What was that?"
"Random comment," chortled Ignacio, and he burst into hyrestical laughs.
The gals shrugged at each other, clearly saying: I know how you feel, sis. Boys are weird, animal or human.
"Where DO we find this mechanaloid, Snowyclaw, Savior, Amanda, Pink, Ignacio, etcetera?" asked Frost.
She paused, and started to mutter.
"Why do I have to address an entire crowd now? It used to be just me and close friends! Now, I barely know some of you peeps!"
"Frost, to answer your question, I brought in some acorn-compasi." said Savior in a matter-of-fact way.
"Excuse me? Did she just invent a new word?" growled Vicky.
Frost nearly yelped. Sometimes, her friends didn't speak up for three-thirds of the conversation, which oftentimes caused a near-coronary.
"Rouge.... Jauhn... What does it mean?" muttered Ignacio. Apparently, he'd nodded off in just a few seconds.
Wow.
"Snap outta it, bro!" snapped Amanda, which was ironic (obviously). "Those are french names for colors, you nit!"
Savior rolled her eyes at the Twoleg antics, convinced that their spawn were even worse than Peck and her bretheren. Snowyclaw sighed, smile crinkles around her face, wondering if her own pups (one day) would do things like Amanda and Ignacio did. Vicky, exasperated by the mayhem in the hotel room, went into the bathroom to take a bubble bath, muttering something about venti being more under control than her presumed "friends". Pink, sickly and weak from her infection, half-heartedly analyzed everything in the room, like Vicky and Savior, extremely exasperated. Tempest watched everything with eagles' eyes, quite trained and honed by Frost, like a perfect blade of a swordsman. Evada, pretty much immersed in the Duat, was watching them go with much intriuge and mystery. Keldeo, of course, being the horse he was, was oblivious to the war preparations and was nickering in a forest clearing, munchin' grass.
As for Frost...
"Savior, why don't you just show me these Acorn-thingies?" asked Frost. "I think they were called something like pegasi or compose-see."
Savior growled in the back of her throat, clearly irritated to her bone marrow.
Out of thin air, four acorns clattered to the velvet floor. Even though it was fuzzy, the carpet was thin, and the wood flooring beneath it very easy to hear if you dropped something.
"This is woodland magic, taught to the best of the protectors of nature. I, being the Jamaasian Hero-" At those words, her tone switched to a harsh, bitter voice, although nobody noticed "-of nature, I easily learned this as easily as child's play.“
Frost rolled her eyes, as cynical as ever.
”Then show us it, genius." she grumbled.
"Be a smart alec, won't you? I think that Keldeo didn't hear you." replied Savior.
She whistled a short tune, and the acorns floated up into the air. They spun in a rapid circle, then clattered lifelessly to the floor yet again, looking like they had no rhyme or reason.
"Huh... the forces show me that the mechaniloid is... nearby. That's strange. If it were that close, we would've heard something already. Pink would've also detected it, and possibly sent out an EMP field to deter its progress." muttered Savior.
Pink suddenly had an interest in her claws and the mechanics of their existence.
"Um... about that, Savior, I was about to tell everyone..."
Pink looked up at them, her organic eye determined and her bionic eye looking... mechanical.
"I noticed the Mechaniloid, and analyzed it the best I could. Unfortunately, I'm too ill to send out an ample EMP field to hinder it, so I'm afraid we'll have to do a head-on confrontation. I accessed the Siarnaq (pronounced shar-naak) database, and retrieved all the data I needed for a good profile of the mechaniloid."
Pink faltered when she saw Ignacio rolling his eyes and muttering: "Are you speaking English, cyborg wolf?"
Her face flustered a deeper shade of pink than her fur already was.
"Yes, Ignacio, and you are being a nit, just as Amanda said!" retorted Pink.
Now it was Ignacio's turn to be embarassed and flustered. A few of the others chuckled.
"Anyways, to continue, its name is Xis (pronounced Sis), and its a new-model mechaniloid issued by Apophis himself. It's sensors reply to Agate's brainwaves, and adjust its movements to his will. It has spikes adorning its body, and a core of schist (greenstone) to keep away plants, as it is said to repel any organic life."
Savior scowled at the mention of schist, and muttered some curses under her breath. Frost presumed that among the world of the element of Life, schist wasn't... an honored guest. Elvis, her companion mouse, scurried deep into her fur.
"Its strategy is to try to crush, crush, crush its opponents, use a beam to splice their bodily parts, and ultimately destroy them."
"GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" bellowed a voice from outside. The muffled sqwauks of birds, the crash of fallen trees, and the screams of Siarnaqians awaited their ears like thunder momens afterwards.
"And that's its cry." noted Pink. "Ignacio, did you do that boy thing of making weird voices?"
Ignacio's eyes were wide, and his shoulders were trembling.
"N-no." he whimpered.
The wimp. Frost would have to toughen him up with some wedgies later, as she made a mental note of it.
"GROAAAH!" groaned the voice. "FUR-OST... AND .... OUT...HERS.... SHALL.... PUH-PAY...."
"Aaaaaand..." squeaked Pink, her tone so docile it could've been a mouse unlike Elvis (squeak-alongs at the wee hours, anyone?). "that..... is its battle cry. Anyone in the mood of some robot-busting?"
Outside, Frost nearly wet her pants... which would've been drop-dead-embarassing, since Jamaasians didn't have any.
A large Mechaniloid so large that its torso had to be close-cropped to a circular cone to save precious weight and resources awaited them outside, its giant hands magnet-controlled. You would've thought that a magnetic-control would've been imprecise, but perish that thought with your own soul.
It was so precise that it could've hit a tiny pin ten miles away blindfolded. Unfortunately, the brash Ignacio learned this the hard way.
"Hey, bucket of bolts! Aim for me!" cried the human boy.
"GROOOOOOH...!"
Leaping like an acrobat out of the way, Ignacio barely dodged a swipe of the large, Falzar-foot esque hand. It followed him, but Pink quickly snatched Ignacio by the scruff and tried her best to get him and Amanda to safety incognito.
Suddenly, time seemed to slow down, as happened with Onyx and Cosmo. Tempest was caught mid-yawn as she swiped at Xis, which was hilarious and disgusting at the same time. Seriously, why did Tempest dribble so much when she was attacking, even if it were in a zeptosecond?
Let me take over.... muttered a familiar voice. It was wise, ancient and drowsy at the same time.
"No!" Frost muttered to herself. In real time, outside of her time bubble, she was sure her speech sounded like a short chipmunk chatter. How embarassing.
Why not? I would ensure you destroyed Xis with the flick of a claw, and protect you from draining your mana reserves.
"Don't you dare use persuading and charmspeak on me, Icirrus! I won't give in to Power Out without keeping free reign!"
Icirrus rumbled unsteadily inside her, clearly irritated by its host's stubborness. Apparently, it wasn't used to mortal ingenuity... and stubborn streaks.
As you wish, Frost, but remember: I forsee you will never feel this body again after the Third Phantom War ends...
Time sped up, and Xis's hand nearly crushed Frost underfoot (hand?) if she hadn't twisted out of the way.
"TWEET! TWEET! TWEET!" cawed birds nearby as they flew out of the trees.
Brash birds. They should've left long ago.
But then, Frost realized that they served as ample distraction for her own purposes. Xis growled, swiping at them in annoyance, and for once the glare was gone.
Frost should've been warned by how Pink described that Agate could use it using brainwave sensors, although it didn't say if others used Xis as an exterior armor too. She should've expected the ugly visage of Agate to become no surprise to her. A million other things should've happened.
But Frost froze (ha ha) as she saw Agate appear, his eye not contorted to make any expression, nor was his heart visibly beating. Hatred throbbed at her very essence, wanting to tear apart the commander of the armies of Is'Fet limb to limb. She shook away the lust with unease, wary of the instincts of Icirrus leaking into her.
But by then, it was too late.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" snarled Frost. Her eyes flared crystal blue, and a circle of sheer power surrounded her, the updraft of power calling upon the heavens for assistance. A golden light encased her like a shell, and Tempest and Snowy paused to watch the transformation with glorious details.
Too bad they were out cold when she first transformed, as it was quite beautiful, coated with sheen - and a bit heavenly, too, although quite feral and dangerous.
"Oh, great." muttered Tempest. "Here we go again."
Too late did Agate realize what Frost was up to.
"GRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" shrieked Frost. Her tone was frosty, feral, ancient, deep, metallic, and a million other things at the same time. But this time, it felt a bit more synched between Icirrus and Frost, their voices overlapping in more harmony and unison.
A large beam of raw power sliced through Xis perfectly, narrowly missing the cockpit. Wires and schist dangled from the pieces for a horrific moment, resembling entrails and blood too much, but then the robot clattered to the forest floor, quickly dissolving into the Duat. Elvis, who was still scratching at panels in the robot's side, was quickly called back to Savior's side before he could be dissolved along with Xis.
Agate narrowly escaped death by floating upwards. A cloud of static surrounded him, threatening to cause a coronary in unlucky onlookers.
"I am Agate, and you have offended one of the elite generals! REVENGE SHALL BE SWEET!" cackled the insane general.
In a quick flash-bang, Agate vanished. Good thing the bang was subdued; else Pink probably would've been blasted out of a nearby treetop.
As usual, the scarf that resembled Icirrus's furry wings whipped around Frost's neck, although it seemed more wild and brutally burning in the strong breeze of the woods.
"M---ush..... tt..... des...tory...." slurred Frost. Her eyes were clearly not hers, flashing red and cyan at the same time. At disturbing moments, her natural gray eyes showed through, almost overwhelming Tempest with despair.
Fortunately, there was a perfect retort to her speech.
"Excuse me, Icirrus, but could you speak normally? Your English isn't coherent." replied Tempest.
"RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAR!"
As fast as lightning, Frost charged up next to Tempest, and slashed her perfectly across the chest, matching the scar already there perfectly. Ignoring the others, she absorbed the blood and glowed faintly.
Pink, still hidden and tending to the safety of the Twolegs (even though they had no clear purpose currently), started to analyze Power Out, despite having little to no data on the monstrosity.
"A feral form of the hosts of the Chrono deities. Extremely powerful, but very, very crazy and unthinking. Not much information." she muttered.
Feral... Unthinking....
"Tempest! Snowy! Everyone! Outwit Frost!"
Snowy's scent suddenly carried an emotion: doubtful.
"But Frost is a battle tactician! She's wily and thoughtful!" cried Snowy. Frost, luckily, was still showing off, as if to warn her former comrades to leave her territory, growling and flashing her claws. Immediately, Savior was applying gauze and antibiotics to the wound on Tempest's chest... and Vicky came out in sopping towels, still smelling like Suave Ocean Delight shampoo.
"Well, as you can see, Miss Famous Blogger, she lost that trait in exchange for her power! Use that to your advantage, but don't kill her!"
"Thankyouverymuch, I already know that." muttered Snowy. Of course, Pink doubted she already knew, as the case with most Jamaasians that were clearly saving face, but she let it go.
"Frost... I know you're in there." muttered Tempest. "I know that you can control that power. Now, just let go of Icirrus, and imagine yourself in control, yet sustaining the power of icefire."
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORHHHH!"
Inside, Frost was bound in icy chains, watching helplessly as Icirrus coordinated her actions, using the dark side of frostbite and freezer burn direct the power into a concentrated mess.
"Let me go! Let me obey the call of Tempest, my apprentice! Most importantly, GIVE MY LIFE BACK!" cried Frost.
The large, ice-covered dragon looked behind itself, but the tubes were channeling dark power, and Icirrus's eyes gleamed with malice.
"I cannot, young one. I cannot."
Frost struggled, but alas, the chains were fit for sealing a god away, and Frost was no deity.
She closed her eyes, and despite being held in the void of her own mind, memories and emotions floating in and out of the starry expanse, she tried reaching into the Duat.
Her soul momentarily left her consciousness, and wafted over to the stars, but alas, they were more memories, the crisp ones ready to waft deeper into her mind!
"Argh!"
She lowered her vision into the Duat, clearly confined and unable to fully generate inside its flow, and saw it through her own eyes - although not in control.
An aura of power, stronger than even her own surrounded Snowy, the dark blue soul of Electro clearly trying to get Snowy to Power Out, only with her in control. Frost grimaced at the perspective that Snowy was scared of Power Out, and wouldn't take a chance, even if she was going to be in control.
"Snowy! Do it! I'm not in control, but with your aid, I can channel the power of Icirrus without burning up or abandoning control!" whispered Frost. Already, the consciousness of Icirrus was tugging at her, the vines of its reach already grappling for her to come back inside her consciousness, to pool into a secure spot.
Snowy, although probably stressed out and wrestling battle nerves, grimly nodded.
Frost retracted back, and saw no more.
Snowy recalled listening to the whisper of Frost's essence, and laying out the precise instructions in the back of her mind. Despite Frost being smart and all, she was far more experienced and levelheaded.
"Electro, please. Grant me enough power for a charged Power Out, but do not overtake me." she prayed.
Nothing happened.
Just as Savior was weakly shooting arrows at Frost, despite them being deflected by her corona and exploding into freshly buttered popcorn (wow, thats.... random, but hey, you never know when you're going to get hungry in battle!), and Vicky zapping the corona with thunderbolts charged with enough voltage to kill twenty Twolegs...
WHAM! KA BAM!
Two waves of power came from Snowy, and she clenched her eyelids down and gritted her teeth. Suddenly, all eyes were on her, as if she were about to perform a solo in a famous ballad.
You know how your ears pop when you dive, how painful a bellyflop is, how annoying it is to have mosquitoes buzz in your ears, and how your stomach feels like it was left behind when you drop from a 200-foot drop on a rollercoaster?
Well, combine all that together into a concentrated pack of juice, and slurp it up... and you have an idea how Snowy felt.
The darker side of Electro ripped at her essence, trying desperately to take over, even if it meant desecnding into insanity, or even burning up the host body. Countless millenia of clashing with Icirrus in bloody, savage, hand-to-hand guerilla warfare had scrambled the mind of Electro, making him a dangerous deity to contend with. He always believed in the "right thing", but it was oftentimes unclear what that was. Snowy had a lust to give in, and to simply curl up in the fetal position and be spared from this pain and suffering.
She shook the deliriousness out of herself. No, she didn't need that, she needed control - and fast!
Just as it was getting unbearable, and she was tired of thinking "I won't give in! I won't! I won't!"....
FOOOMP!
"Well, then, Frost, I'll paddle your rump and make Icirrus wish that he handed over control already!"
"Kuuuurr." purred Frost. She seemed ferocious, yet understanding at the same time. Had the clashing dragons said the same thing to each other as they grappled over control of Maximus oh-so-long ago?
"Guys and gals! I know this is cliched, but BACK AWAY! I don't want any unnecessary deaths to haunt me throughout my life... if I truly have one."
If her remarks of wisdom weren't enough, then her sad, melted-chocolate eyes did the trick. Her comrades, friends-in-arms and allies backed away quickly, knowing things could get dirty in a picosecond.
"Grraaaannnn...." snarled Frost. Looking into those fierce, icefire-tainted eyes, Snowy had a grim determination to revive her friend - like the way two siblings would look at each other on the battlefront, knowing they would try a hopeless battle to win their sibling over to their side... or take their very life.
Suddenly, before Snowy could even flap her black wings (attached to her back) and hover over the dash, Frost went into a torpedo position and slid forward, cutting a deep groove in her belly. Blood trickled out, and even the icy fog that covered the wound didn't quite heal it.
Snowy quickly engaged Frost in hand-to-hand combat, as their predecessors did. She could see afterimages of them forming into the ice-covered forms of the dragons.
Slash to slash. Cut to cut. Icefire to icestorm. Bite to bite.
They were evenly matched, as Icirrus and Electro were. Only by splicing them apart and sealing them away had eased the conflict. Black and white, fire and storm, light and dark, night and day, they could've fought to a standstill, or even perpetually - but the break came in the form of a flying orange.
Yes, a flying orange.
WHACK!
A tough-skinned orange clonked Frost over the head just as she was delivering a blow, and Snowy did a finishing throat move that wouldn't crush her windpipe or otherwise kill her, but still subdue her enough that Icirrus's influence would recede.
Orange juice in her eyes, Frost wailed as the power was sucked back inside her, the Power Out accessories vanishing. She clawed at her throat as Icirrus lost control.
"Good one, Savior. I never knew you could control fresh produce. Where did you get the orange?" asked Snowy as Frost receded into a coma, which she would awaken from all fine in about an hour.
Savior blushed. Clearly, the silver-furred wolf knew that she would probably be dubbed Orange-Charmer for the rest of her existence, all to give Snowy an opening for attack.
"Ah, its very simple nature-charming. The life of an orange is miniscule, and it was going to rot anyway, so I charmed it from a nearby tree and used it in battle. Very, very simple, indeed."
Snowy sighed, and whistled for Pink and the Twoleg children to come down.
"Great job, Pink. Now, let Amanda tend to your illness with Savior. Place Tempest and Frost in the infirmary at once. I'll be fine, Electro's power is slowly recuperating me." said Snowy.
She turned to the others as Tempest (unwillingly) and Frost (who was deliriously muttering "Mmm. Time to freeze off someone's fingers.") were hauled into the hotel to their makeshift infimary upstairs. Pink, limping and allowing random sparks to fly off her pelt, came after them.
"Okay, Vicky, take day patrol across the skies and make sure nothing else is coming after us. Savior, talk to the nature stuff nearby and check on Keldeo. Don't forget to let Elvis scout ahead for the safest route to Poseidon's shrine. Evada, get your rump out of the Duat, and make sure nobody comes after us in the Duat or anywhere else. Got it?"
Everyone nodded in unison.
"Movement Jinx." said Snowy.
"That's not a real thing." replied Evada.
"Awwww...."
(Story Epilouge)
Later that day, they packed up, and let Evada haul their luggage to a nice camping spot Elvis found for them. Tempest reported that she knew that she was the blank slate for the forming of Maximus Chronos, but she should still be able to Power Out. Because the blank slate wasn't really that much of a personality, she was sure she could maintain control no matter what. Frost, still weak from the mana she drained, helped them check out of the hotel and leave for the Temple.
Advice: Watch out for possessed oranges.
It had been three days since they arrived, and the others STILL were training. Not much challenged them since they arrived in Siarnaq, but something still sent a chill down her spine.
A distant rumbling shook her bones, but she assumed it was just another golem falling.
Their time in Hyrestia had been confusing. First, ice golems were sent after them even though they were the "successors" to their patrons, nearly killing them at least 10 times. 10! Then, without warning, Kyurem struggled to hurry up the process of fighting for what side Maximus Chronos would pick, light or darkness, and killed a priest in the wintry forest. Then, they experienced many traumatic things while staying with the Mobian Heroes. Last but not least, Icirrus took over her nearly completely, and Electro went inside Snowy instead of Vicky.
Wow.
The green, luscious treetops made Frost a little resentful. She remembered Sarepia, the Forgotten Valley, and the homeland she left behind to fight a linear war. Apophis didn't seem interested in them, which made life a lot more generic and boring.
"Tempest, we spent too much time here. Let's move on to Poseidon's shrine. Maybe the whale god can help us." said Frost.
Tempest, who was right next to her, sighed with relief.
"I agree, Frost. The others are wasting time, trying to train their heads off."
"Jamaasian Heroes, to me!" cried Frost.
All of her comrades appeared, a few poised to strike... something.
"I wish I could do that." muttered Tempest. "All I can get are a few pidgeons and the scraps of a avocado to appear."
"Frost! We saw a gargantuan robot tearing down trees!" cried Snowy.
"Vramaa is being rebuilt, why is there a Mechanaloid here?" muttered Frost.
"And how is that not obvious?" retorted Tempest. "I could hear toppling trees even when I was arguing with a local about the zip line! The nerve of Siarnaqians! To them, we're just cranky preachers of the old days-"
Nobody listened to her crank out complaints after that, and she stopped.
"I saw-" panted Savior. "-that it was an Isfet Mechanaloid, and it was manned by Agate, the Deadly One."
"Great." grumbled Frost. "Now we have ice golems, Phantoms, and a crazy mechanaloid going after us. Can I have a platter of country fries with that, Zios?"
The other animals broke into nervous laughter, except for Amanda and Ignacio.
"Er, is that Jamaasian crude humor or something? I feel like when the popular jocks make an inside joke." inquired Amanda.
"Rated PG for Pulsating Gems." muttered Ignacio.
"Excuse me?" said Savior. "What was that?"
"Random comment," chortled Ignacio, and he burst into hyrestical laughs.
The gals shrugged at each other, clearly saying: I know how you feel, sis. Boys are weird, animal or human.
"Where DO we find this mechanaloid, Snowyclaw, Savior, Amanda, Pink, Ignacio, etcetera?" asked Frost.
She paused, and started to mutter.
"Why do I have to address an entire crowd now? It used to be just me and close friends! Now, I barely know some of you peeps!"
"Frost, to answer your question, I brought in some acorn-compasi." said Savior in a matter-of-fact way.
"Excuse me? Did she just invent a new word?" growled Vicky.
Frost nearly yelped. Sometimes, her friends didn't speak up for three-thirds of the conversation, which oftentimes caused a near-coronary.
"Rouge.... Jauhn... What does it mean?" muttered Ignacio. Apparently, he'd nodded off in just a few seconds.
Wow.
"Snap outta it, bro!" snapped Amanda, which was ironic (obviously). "Those are french names for colors, you nit!"
Savior rolled her eyes at the Twoleg antics, convinced that their spawn were even worse than Peck and her bretheren. Snowyclaw sighed, smile crinkles around her face, wondering if her own pups (one day) would do things like Amanda and Ignacio did. Vicky, exasperated by the mayhem in the hotel room, went into the bathroom to take a bubble bath, muttering something about venti being more under control than her presumed "friends". Pink, sickly and weak from her infection, half-heartedly analyzed everything in the room, like Vicky and Savior, extremely exasperated. Tempest watched everything with eagles' eyes, quite trained and honed by Frost, like a perfect blade of a swordsman. Evada, pretty much immersed in the Duat, was watching them go with much intriuge and mystery. Keldeo, of course, being the horse he was, was oblivious to the war preparations and was nickering in a forest clearing, munchin' grass.
As for Frost...
"Savior, why don't you just show me these Acorn-thingies?" asked Frost. "I think they were called something like pegasi or compose-see."
Savior growled in the back of her throat, clearly irritated to her bone marrow.
Out of thin air, four acorns clattered to the velvet floor. Even though it was fuzzy, the carpet was thin, and the wood flooring beneath it very easy to hear if you dropped something.
"This is woodland magic, taught to the best of the protectors of nature. I, being the Jamaasian Hero-" At those words, her tone switched to a harsh, bitter voice, although nobody noticed "-of nature, I easily learned this as easily as child's play.“
Frost rolled her eyes, as cynical as ever.
”Then show us it, genius." she grumbled.
"Be a smart alec, won't you? I think that Keldeo didn't hear you." replied Savior.
She whistled a short tune, and the acorns floated up into the air. They spun in a rapid circle, then clattered lifelessly to the floor yet again, looking like they had no rhyme or reason.
"Huh... the forces show me that the mechaniloid is... nearby. That's strange. If it were that close, we would've heard something already. Pink would've also detected it, and possibly sent out an EMP field to deter its progress." muttered Savior.
Pink suddenly had an interest in her claws and the mechanics of their existence.
"Um... about that, Savior, I was about to tell everyone..."
Pink looked up at them, her organic eye determined and her bionic eye looking... mechanical.
"I noticed the Mechaniloid, and analyzed it the best I could. Unfortunately, I'm too ill to send out an ample EMP field to hinder it, so I'm afraid we'll have to do a head-on confrontation. I accessed the Siarnaq (pronounced shar-naak) database, and retrieved all the data I needed for a good profile of the mechaniloid."
Pink faltered when she saw Ignacio rolling his eyes and muttering: "Are you speaking English, cyborg wolf?"
Her face flustered a deeper shade of pink than her fur already was.
"Yes, Ignacio, and you are being a nit, just as Amanda said!" retorted Pink.
Now it was Ignacio's turn to be embarassed and flustered. A few of the others chuckled.
"Anyways, to continue, its name is Xis (pronounced Sis), and its a new-model mechaniloid issued by Apophis himself. It's sensors reply to Agate's brainwaves, and adjust its movements to his will. It has spikes adorning its body, and a core of schist (greenstone) to keep away plants, as it is said to repel any organic life."
Savior scowled at the mention of schist, and muttered some curses under her breath. Frost presumed that among the world of the element of Life, schist wasn't... an honored guest. Elvis, her companion mouse, scurried deep into her fur.
"Its strategy is to try to crush, crush, crush its opponents, use a beam to splice their bodily parts, and ultimately destroy them."
"GROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" bellowed a voice from outside. The muffled sqwauks of birds, the crash of fallen trees, and the screams of Siarnaqians awaited their ears like thunder momens afterwards.
"And that's its cry." noted Pink. "Ignacio, did you do that boy thing of making weird voices?"
Ignacio's eyes were wide, and his shoulders were trembling.
"N-no." he whimpered.
The wimp. Frost would have to toughen him up with some wedgies later, as she made a mental note of it.
"GROAAAH!" groaned the voice. "FUR-OST... AND .... OUT...HERS.... SHALL.... PUH-PAY...."
"Aaaaaand..." squeaked Pink, her tone so docile it could've been a mouse unlike Elvis (squeak-alongs at the wee hours, anyone?). "that..... is its battle cry. Anyone in the mood of some robot-busting?"
Outside, Frost nearly wet her pants... which would've been drop-dead-embarassing, since Jamaasians didn't have any.
A large Mechaniloid so large that its torso had to be close-cropped to a circular cone to save precious weight and resources awaited them outside, its giant hands magnet-controlled. You would've thought that a magnetic-control would've been imprecise, but perish that thought with your own soul.
It was so precise that it could've hit a tiny pin ten miles away blindfolded. Unfortunately, the brash Ignacio learned this the hard way.
"Hey, bucket of bolts! Aim for me!" cried the human boy.
"GROOOOOOH...!"
Leaping like an acrobat out of the way, Ignacio barely dodged a swipe of the large, Falzar-foot esque hand. It followed him, but Pink quickly snatched Ignacio by the scruff and tried her best to get him and Amanda to safety incognito.
Suddenly, time seemed to slow down, as happened with Onyx and Cosmo. Tempest was caught mid-yawn as she swiped at Xis, which was hilarious and disgusting at the same time. Seriously, why did Tempest dribble so much when she was attacking, even if it were in a zeptosecond?
Let me take over.... muttered a familiar voice. It was wise, ancient and drowsy at the same time.
"No!" Frost muttered to herself. In real time, outside of her time bubble, she was sure her speech sounded like a short chipmunk chatter. How embarassing.
Why not? I would ensure you destroyed Xis with the flick of a claw, and protect you from draining your mana reserves.
"Don't you dare use persuading and charmspeak on me, Icirrus! I won't give in to Power Out without keeping free reign!"
Icirrus rumbled unsteadily inside her, clearly irritated by its host's stubborness. Apparently, it wasn't used to mortal ingenuity... and stubborn streaks.
As you wish, Frost, but remember: I forsee you will never feel this body again after the Third Phantom War ends...
Time sped up, and Xis's hand nearly crushed Frost underfoot (hand?) if she hadn't twisted out of the way.
"TWEET! TWEET! TWEET!" cawed birds nearby as they flew out of the trees.
Brash birds. They should've left long ago.
But then, Frost realized that they served as ample distraction for her own purposes. Xis growled, swiping at them in annoyance, and for once the glare was gone.
Frost should've been warned by how Pink described that Agate could use it using brainwave sensors, although it didn't say if others used Xis as an exterior armor too. She should've expected the ugly visage of Agate to become no surprise to her. A million other things should've happened.
But Frost froze (ha ha) as she saw Agate appear, his eye not contorted to make any expression, nor was his heart visibly beating. Hatred throbbed at her very essence, wanting to tear apart the commander of the armies of Is'Fet limb to limb. She shook away the lust with unease, wary of the instincts of Icirrus leaking into her.
But by then, it was too late.
"GRAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!" snarled Frost. Her eyes flared crystal blue, and a circle of sheer power surrounded her, the updraft of power calling upon the heavens for assistance. A golden light encased her like a shell, and Tempest and Snowy paused to watch the transformation with glorious details.
Too bad they were out cold when she first transformed, as it was quite beautiful, coated with sheen - and a bit heavenly, too, although quite feral and dangerous.
"Oh, great." muttered Tempest. "Here we go again."
Too late did Agate realize what Frost was up to.
"GRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" shrieked Frost. Her tone was frosty, feral, ancient, deep, metallic, and a million other things at the same time. But this time, it felt a bit more synched between Icirrus and Frost, their voices overlapping in more harmony and unison.
A large beam of raw power sliced through Xis perfectly, narrowly missing the cockpit. Wires and schist dangled from the pieces for a horrific moment, resembling entrails and blood too much, but then the robot clattered to the forest floor, quickly dissolving into the Duat. Elvis, who was still scratching at panels in the robot's side, was quickly called back to Savior's side before he could be dissolved along with Xis.
Agate narrowly escaped death by floating upwards. A cloud of static surrounded him, threatening to cause a coronary in unlucky onlookers.
"I am Agate, and you have offended one of the elite generals! REVENGE SHALL BE SWEET!" cackled the insane general.
In a quick flash-bang, Agate vanished. Good thing the bang was subdued; else Pink probably would've been blasted out of a nearby treetop.
As usual, the scarf that resembled Icirrus's furry wings whipped around Frost's neck, although it seemed more wild and brutally burning in the strong breeze of the woods.
"M---ush..... tt..... des...tory...." slurred Frost. Her eyes were clearly not hers, flashing red and cyan at the same time. At disturbing moments, her natural gray eyes showed through, almost overwhelming Tempest with despair.
Fortunately, there was a perfect retort to her speech.
"Excuse me, Icirrus, but could you speak normally? Your English isn't coherent." replied Tempest.
"RARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAR!"
As fast as lightning, Frost charged up next to Tempest, and slashed her perfectly across the chest, matching the scar already there perfectly. Ignoring the others, she absorbed the blood and glowed faintly.
Pink, still hidden and tending to the safety of the Twolegs (even though they had no clear purpose currently), started to analyze Power Out, despite having little to no data on the monstrosity.
"A feral form of the hosts of the Chrono deities. Extremely powerful, but very, very crazy and unthinking. Not much information." she muttered.
Feral... Unthinking....
"Tempest! Snowy! Everyone! Outwit Frost!"
Snowy's scent suddenly carried an emotion: doubtful.
"But Frost is a battle tactician! She's wily and thoughtful!" cried Snowy. Frost, luckily, was still showing off, as if to warn her former comrades to leave her territory, growling and flashing her claws. Immediately, Savior was applying gauze and antibiotics to the wound on Tempest's chest... and Vicky came out in sopping towels, still smelling like Suave Ocean Delight shampoo.
"Well, as you can see, Miss Famous Blogger, she lost that trait in exchange for her power! Use that to your advantage, but don't kill her!"
"Thankyouverymuch, I already know that." muttered Snowy. Of course, Pink doubted she already knew, as the case with most Jamaasians that were clearly saving face, but she let it go.
"Frost... I know you're in there." muttered Tempest. "I know that you can control that power. Now, just let go of Icirrus, and imagine yourself in control, yet sustaining the power of icefire."
"GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORHHHH!"
Inside, Frost was bound in icy chains, watching helplessly as Icirrus coordinated her actions, using the dark side of frostbite and freezer burn direct the power into a concentrated mess.
"Let me go! Let me obey the call of Tempest, my apprentice! Most importantly, GIVE MY LIFE BACK!" cried Frost.
The large, ice-covered dragon looked behind itself, but the tubes were channeling dark power, and Icirrus's eyes gleamed with malice.
"I cannot, young one. I cannot."
Frost struggled, but alas, the chains were fit for sealing a god away, and Frost was no deity.
She closed her eyes, and despite being held in the void of her own mind, memories and emotions floating in and out of the starry expanse, she tried reaching into the Duat.
Her soul momentarily left her consciousness, and wafted over to the stars, but alas, they were more memories, the crisp ones ready to waft deeper into her mind!
"Argh!"
She lowered her vision into the Duat, clearly confined and unable to fully generate inside its flow, and saw it through her own eyes - although not in control.
An aura of power, stronger than even her own surrounded Snowy, the dark blue soul of Electro clearly trying to get Snowy to Power Out, only with her in control. Frost grimaced at the perspective that Snowy was scared of Power Out, and wouldn't take a chance, even if she was going to be in control.
"Snowy! Do it! I'm not in control, but with your aid, I can channel the power of Icirrus without burning up or abandoning control!" whispered Frost. Already, the consciousness of Icirrus was tugging at her, the vines of its reach already grappling for her to come back inside her consciousness, to pool into a secure spot.
Snowy, although probably stressed out and wrestling battle nerves, grimly nodded.
Frost retracted back, and saw no more.
Snowy recalled listening to the whisper of Frost's essence, and laying out the precise instructions in the back of her mind. Despite Frost being smart and all, she was far more experienced and levelheaded.
"Electro, please. Grant me enough power for a charged Power Out, but do not overtake me." she prayed.
Nothing happened.
Just as Savior was weakly shooting arrows at Frost, despite them being deflected by her corona and exploding into freshly buttered popcorn (wow, thats.... random, but hey, you never know when you're going to get hungry in battle!), and Vicky zapping the corona with thunderbolts charged with enough voltage to kill twenty Twolegs...
WHAM! KA BAM!
Two waves of power came from Snowy, and she clenched her eyelids down and gritted her teeth. Suddenly, all eyes were on her, as if she were about to perform a solo in a famous ballad.
You know how your ears pop when you dive, how painful a bellyflop is, how annoying it is to have mosquitoes buzz in your ears, and how your stomach feels like it was left behind when you drop from a 200-foot drop on a rollercoaster?
Well, combine all that together into a concentrated pack of juice, and slurp it up... and you have an idea how Snowy felt.
The darker side of Electro ripped at her essence, trying desperately to take over, even if it meant desecnding into insanity, or even burning up the host body. Countless millenia of clashing with Icirrus in bloody, savage, hand-to-hand guerilla warfare had scrambled the mind of Electro, making him a dangerous deity to contend with. He always believed in the "right thing", but it was oftentimes unclear what that was. Snowy had a lust to give in, and to simply curl up in the fetal position and be spared from this pain and suffering.
She shook the deliriousness out of herself. No, she didn't need that, she needed control - and fast!
Just as it was getting unbearable, and she was tired of thinking "I won't give in! I won't! I won't!"....
FOOOMP!
"Well, then, Frost, I'll paddle your rump and make Icirrus wish that he handed over control already!"
"Kuuuurr." purred Frost. She seemed ferocious, yet understanding at the same time. Had the clashing dragons said the same thing to each other as they grappled over control of Maximus oh-so-long ago?
"Guys and gals! I know this is cliched, but BACK AWAY! I don't want any unnecessary deaths to haunt me throughout my life... if I truly have one."
If her remarks of wisdom weren't enough, then her sad, melted-chocolate eyes did the trick. Her comrades, friends-in-arms and allies backed away quickly, knowing things could get dirty in a picosecond.
"Grraaaannnn...." snarled Frost. Looking into those fierce, icefire-tainted eyes, Snowy had a grim determination to revive her friend - like the way two siblings would look at each other on the battlefront, knowing they would try a hopeless battle to win their sibling over to their side... or take their very life.
Suddenly, before Snowy could even flap her black wings (attached to her back) and hover over the dash, Frost went into a torpedo position and slid forward, cutting a deep groove in her belly. Blood trickled out, and even the icy fog that covered the wound didn't quite heal it.
Snowy quickly engaged Frost in hand-to-hand combat, as their predecessors did. She could see afterimages of them forming into the ice-covered forms of the dragons.
Slash to slash. Cut to cut. Icefire to icestorm. Bite to bite.
They were evenly matched, as Icirrus and Electro were. Only by splicing them apart and sealing them away had eased the conflict. Black and white, fire and storm, light and dark, night and day, they could've fought to a standstill, or even perpetually - but the break came in the form of a flying orange.
Yes, a flying orange.
WHACK!
A tough-skinned orange clonked Frost over the head just as she was delivering a blow, and Snowy did a finishing throat move that wouldn't crush her windpipe or otherwise kill her, but still subdue her enough that Icirrus's influence would recede.
Orange juice in her eyes, Frost wailed as the power was sucked back inside her, the Power Out accessories vanishing. She clawed at her throat as Icirrus lost control.
"Good one, Savior. I never knew you could control fresh produce. Where did you get the orange?" asked Snowy as Frost receded into a coma, which she would awaken from all fine in about an hour.
Savior blushed. Clearly, the silver-furred wolf knew that she would probably be dubbed Orange-Charmer for the rest of her existence, all to give Snowy an opening for attack.
"Ah, its very simple nature-charming. The life of an orange is miniscule, and it was going to rot anyway, so I charmed it from a nearby tree and used it in battle. Very, very simple, indeed."
Snowy sighed, and whistled for Pink and the Twoleg children to come down.
"Great job, Pink. Now, let Amanda tend to your illness with Savior. Place Tempest and Frost in the infirmary at once. I'll be fine, Electro's power is slowly recuperating me." said Snowy.
She turned to the others as Tempest (unwillingly) and Frost (who was deliriously muttering "Mmm. Time to freeze off someone's fingers.") were hauled into the hotel to their makeshift infimary upstairs. Pink, limping and allowing random sparks to fly off her pelt, came after them.
"Okay, Vicky, take day patrol across the skies and make sure nothing else is coming after us. Savior, talk to the nature stuff nearby and check on Keldeo. Don't forget to let Elvis scout ahead for the safest route to Poseidon's shrine. Evada, get your rump out of the Duat, and make sure nobody comes after us in the Duat or anywhere else. Got it?"
Everyone nodded in unison.
"Movement Jinx." said Snowy.
"That's not a real thing." replied Evada.
"Awwww...."
(Story Epilouge)
Later that day, they packed up, and let Evada haul their luggage to a nice camping spot Elvis found for them. Tempest reported that she knew that she was the blank slate for the forming of Maximus Chronos, but she should still be able to Power Out. Because the blank slate wasn't really that much of a personality, she was sure she could maintain control no matter what. Frost, still weak from the mana she drained, helped them check out of the hotel and leave for the Temple.
Advice: Watch out for possessed oranges.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Uh-oh...
Guess what. (It's horrible.)
I think I've been hacked.
As referenced by my comments, I've lost access to my account.
I watched my friend play this morning and search me up...
AND I HAD A CHEETAH!
I swear, I didn't purchase one before. It also had a saxophone attached to it.
We scrolled down to the animals. Thankfully, everything was intact... maybe except for my Frost-themed leopard. I didn't see her. All of them wore saxophones.
I hope this is either a glitch, or maybe my friends Cindy and/or Ann messing with me. But if it isn't, I fear I've faced the worst loss in the past few years, even over the loss of Pink's friendship.
If you don't believe me, search my username up (its not Amy Jiao, of course. Do research.) Still not convinced? I'll see if I can put up screenshots.
Also, I'll confess...
I actually am glad I got involved in the Infinity drama! Why? Because it hardened me. I no longer thought myself as a superior to others and having magical powers (believe me, I was there), and looked at things with an eye of sensibility (I hope)... and sadness.
Again, if you don't believe me, fine. Go spread some rumors. I secluded myself here and decided to get involved in MegaMan, Pokemon and Sonic stuff instead.
I think I've been hacked.
As referenced by my comments, I've lost access to my account.
I watched my friend play this morning and search me up...
AND I HAD A CHEETAH!
I swear, I didn't purchase one before. It also had a saxophone attached to it.
We scrolled down to the animals. Thankfully, everything was intact... maybe except for my Frost-themed leopard. I didn't see her. All of them wore saxophones.
I hope this is either a glitch, or maybe my friends Cindy and/or Ann messing with me. But if it isn't, I fear I've faced the worst loss in the past few years, even over the loss of Pink's friendship.
If you don't believe me, search my username up (its not Amy Jiao, of course. Do research.) Still not convinced? I'll see if I can put up screenshots.
Also, I'll confess...
I actually am glad I got involved in the Infinity drama! Why? Because it hardened me. I no longer thought myself as a superior to others and having magical powers (believe me, I was there), and looked at things with an eye of sensibility (I hope)... and sadness.
Again, if you don't believe me, fine. Go spread some rumors. I secluded myself here and decided to get involved in MegaMan, Pokemon and Sonic stuff instead.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Just Friends Eh? (Story)
Just paying for the ten bags of meat, about to walk out, the butcher asked her "Hey, aren't you that girl who disappeared for a month?"
"Three months actually" And walked out, firmly holding the eleven heavy bags.
"Wait!" she yelled after the bus, her brother stood at the door, blocking it from closing, said to the bus driver
"One more person" breathless, Olivia paid and sat in one of the chairs closest to the door.
"Thanks Harry, you just saved me from walking home, though, I don't understand why you would stop the bus driving off"
"Well, your my little sister, and if I didn't mom and dad would be asking why I didn't stop the bus, afterall, you only came back to buy some food for you goddamned 'clan'"
"Well, your my little sister, and if I didn't mom and dad would be asking why I didn't stop the bus, afterall, you only came back to buy some food for you goddamned 'clan'"
"Oi!" she laughed, and she ended up explaining how the Clan works.
At home, Olivia offered Harry a chance to come visit the clan, but he refused to the fact he'd be playing Grand Theft Auto five online,
"Either way" she said shrugging her shoulders, "I did have someone in mind of you to meet, but hey." walked to the tree in the garden pushed the bags through the portal and dived after them.
With a thud Olivia and the bags landed on StoneHeart and IronClaws. Heaving herself up Olivia gave IronClaws and StoneHeart a hand getting up.
"Gimmie a hand taking these bags back to camp will ya?"
"Isn't that what were here for?"
"Well IronClaws, it is what your here for!"
They carried the bags back to camp in the polar winds. Once back at the clan, Olivia gave orders to the clan to stay in the nursery for warmth. At the back of the nursery was a fireplace, she and CaptainGut had built it to keep the kits and queens warm during winter. IronClaws and StoneHeart went to go have a rest while RainStalker and SandFeather went to fetch some fire wood.
Moaning, Olivia breathed
"I've got to go ask if any other Clan is having a foood shortage, and if they are, I've got to go buy some meat for them from the butchers.
By now, RainStalker and SandFeather had returned with some firewood for the hungry flames to devour, and, overhearing what their leader had said they wanted to help, but Olivia had declined on the account the two young warriors looked like they were about to collapse, so instead she selected DuskFire, MoonShadow, SkyDust, MistFlame, HawkStorm and RavenStone to go ask the surrounding Clans if they were of a food shortage.
A couple of minutes later the warriors returned with grim faces. Upon learning of the thinness of the surrounding Clans, Olivia set aside a group of warriors to help her buy and carry the food to the surrounding Clans. Each group had two people, one of the six who were originally set out were in the groups. Transforming the groups to people, the warriors in basic clothing, they set out. CaptainGut was with Olivia this time, and he was content to help.
She asked the groups if they could wait outside the butchers while she went to her house. Throughout the time at her house CaptainGut awkwardly stood at the door while Olivia practically dragged her brother out his room towards the door.
At the butchers Olivia had paid over $100 paying for all the meat. She separated all the bags to the groups and left off to Jamaa.
Back in Jamaa, the leaders were grateful for the meat.
Back at the base, Olivia called for StarrySkies, a beautiful she-wolf with grey eyes and a black pelt with stars on it. Harry's eyes opened wide and was breathless. Olivia backed away slowly
"I'll leave you love birds alone... Ooh wait!"
She grabbed her brothers wrist and turned him and herself into wolves,
"Now I should go."
and retreated to the kit den, while StarrySkies and Harry were left awkwardly alone.
In the den, RedFeather, a loyal ginger she-wolf with sandy eyes, was pinned down by DarkClaws, an evil sombre he-wolf with icy grey eyes. Without thinking twice Olivia launched herself at DarkClaws, her claws dag into his fur as she yanked him off breathing
"I've got a punishment that fits the crime for you."
A grim smile played her face as she dragged him to the center of the camp.
CaptainGut knew what she was gonna do to him.
"Either way" she said shrugging her shoulders, "I did have someone in mind of you to meet, but hey." walked to the tree in the garden pushed the bags through the portal and dived after them.
With a thud Olivia and the bags landed on StoneHeart and IronClaws. Heaving herself up Olivia gave IronClaws and StoneHeart a hand getting up.
"Gimmie a hand taking these bags back to camp will ya?"
"Isn't that what were here for?"
"Well IronClaws, it is what your here for!"
They carried the bags back to camp in the polar winds. Once back at the clan, Olivia gave orders to the clan to stay in the nursery for warmth. At the back of the nursery was a fireplace, she and CaptainGut had built it to keep the kits and queens warm during winter. IronClaws and StoneHeart went to go have a rest while RainStalker and SandFeather went to fetch some fire wood.
Moaning, Olivia breathed
"I've got to go ask if any other Clan is having a foood shortage, and if they are, I've got to go buy some meat for them from the butchers.
By now, RainStalker and SandFeather had returned with some firewood for the hungry flames to devour, and, overhearing what their leader had said they wanted to help, but Olivia had declined on the account the two young warriors looked like they were about to collapse, so instead she selected DuskFire, MoonShadow, SkyDust, MistFlame, HawkStorm and RavenStone to go ask the surrounding Clans if they were of a food shortage.
A couple of minutes later the warriors returned with grim faces. Upon learning of the thinness of the surrounding Clans, Olivia set aside a group of warriors to help her buy and carry the food to the surrounding Clans. Each group had two people, one of the six who were originally set out were in the groups. Transforming the groups to people, the warriors in basic clothing, they set out. CaptainGut was with Olivia this time, and he was content to help.
She asked the groups if they could wait outside the butchers while she went to her house. Throughout the time at her house CaptainGut awkwardly stood at the door while Olivia practically dragged her brother out his room towards the door.
At the butchers Olivia had paid over $100 paying for all the meat. She separated all the bags to the groups and left off to Jamaa.
Back in Jamaa, the leaders were grateful for the meat.
Back at the base, Olivia called for StarrySkies, a beautiful she-wolf with grey eyes and a black pelt with stars on it. Harry's eyes opened wide and was breathless. Olivia backed away slowly
"I'll leave you love birds alone... Ooh wait!"
She grabbed her brothers wrist and turned him and herself into wolves,
"Now I should go."
and retreated to the kit den, while StarrySkies and Harry were left awkwardly alone.
In the den, RedFeather, a loyal ginger she-wolf with sandy eyes, was pinned down by DarkClaws, an evil sombre he-wolf with icy grey eyes. Without thinking twice Olivia launched herself at DarkClaws, her claws dag into his fur as she yanked him off breathing
"I've got a punishment that fits the crime for you."
A grim smile played her face as she dragged him to the center of the camp.
CaptainGut knew what she was gonna do to him.
TO ALL JAMMAAS LORE CLUB AUTHORS!!!
Yo! I've turned into a lazy slug and I cant be bothered to think up anything else, anywho, I'd like to ask if you'd like to help work on a project with me! I'll start it off as GREAT PROJECT!!!!! And all the authors (hopefully) will help work on it please agree as I've planned it out (dream planning) as something amazing!
GENERAL JITSU HAS WRITTEN DIS!!!
(Amy) O.o
GENERAL JITSU HAS WRITTEN DIS!!!
(Amy) O.o
Sunday, November 3, 2013
Belated Update!
Great job, everyone! We just hit over 20,000 views, which is incredible for a blog I started this year! We're rivaling a blog I author on, Thunder News, by maybe 5-16 views, and its been up much longer! O.O
Also, I've been losing interest in writing Hyrestia Tales, so I'm falling behind in writing... and its being used to upgrade the storyline of Alouette, Terra, Cerveau and Neige to the finest. I don't have any ideas for the "MegaMan Legends" time period, I'm open to suggestions.
So far, here is a VERY ROUGH timeline...
In the beginning, when Zios was born from nothingness and wove the universe, he created Mira. They lived happily in a Utopia, but soon grew bored and unsatisfied with their primordial work. So they created Earth, and Apophis. Apophis was first meant as the guardian of Earth, swimming in its murkiest waters, but soon grew greedy. To punish the primordial serpent, Zios made Jamaa, but he also made it because he was working with Mira and they desired to. They made it a Utopia below the heavens, filled with diverse animals, plentiful food supplies and great weather.
Apophis, however, was mad. So, he possessed Zios, when he was walking among his creations, and ordered the good people to make a statue in honor of Zios. They toiled hard and starved from working to encrust it with gemstones from all over. (You know the rest.)
After the initial Phantom War and the final stand where the Alphas regained power, they worked to keep Jamaa safe. It was no longer a Utopia. (First timeline ends.)
(New timeline starts, we're at the end of it.) Frost arrives, countless millenia later, and is trained to great extents. With some friends, recruits other powerful Jamaasians destined to restore Jamaa and destroy the Is'Fet forces. They go on many adventures, inadvertly aid with the restoration efforts of Blankworld and Vramaa, and bring Jamaa to its former glory. (From now on, spoilers ahead!) They save Hyrestia and destroy Apophis and all of his forces with the power of Maximus Chronos, but at the expense of Snowyclaw, Frost and Tempest. For their efforts, the other Jamaasian Heroes were crowned immortals, but in the explosion of Hyrestia, many residents were dislocated and most of Jamaa was inhabitable. So they made Arcadia in Crystal Sands, and Graham made a "perfect copy" of Frost meant to fill in for her. (Second Timeline Ends.)
(New timeline starts.) Snowyclaw awakens in the Netherworld, the remnants of Hyrestia. The scientist Dr. Madison (Maddie) is being pursued by Arcadian forces, and awakens Snowy to aid her. Swiftly destroying the robots, Snowy is amnesia-affected and is confused by how Madison is in a Carbon body to extend her life. She reluctantly agrees to fight Arcadia for Madison, as Arcadia and her former allies are enforcing cruel laws, and the Alphas have mysteriously faded. After destroying Copy Frost, she wanders around the badlands in search of her past, and years later collapses from exhaustion and despair. Pink, although deadly ill, rescues her and takes her to Maddie's airship. She then finds that Lucifer, a Carbon escaped from Arcadia, is commanding Maddie's allies against Arcadia. When the forces lose to the might of the Immortal Jamaasian Heroes, Lucifier goes crazy and delves into the Duat, where he gains the power of Apophis and Maximus Chronos by destroying the empty bodies of Frost and Tempest. Snowy barely manages to destroy him, and Lucifer's soul becomes an angel swimming in the depths of the Duat. Later, Snowy finds out that Frost and Tempest became wandering cores when they left their bodies, and they are aiding her in secret ways. She finds that long ago, when she was de-roboticized, her Mecha body resisted, and was blasted into the Duat. Now, though, because Apophis was spliced from Lucifer and destroyed, Mecha escaped in the resulting rip and wrock havoc. Snowy fights her, but Mecha vanishes, and is tracked down to an airship going to explode on Arcadia and blow up the rest of the Jamaasian race. Snowy averts the collison, but ultimately dies in the crash. (End of timeline.)
After Snowy's death, Madison takes the ruins of the ship and makes four robots named Terra (MR-001), Alouettte (MR-002), Neige (MR-003), and Cerveau (MR-004). However, just as she was finishing them, Arcadia, believing she started all the chaos that nearly destroyed Arcadia, arrests her and the robots are sealed away and left to rust by the authorities. Eventually, knowing their mistakes, the Jamaasian Heroes leave Arcadia to fade away and join the cores of Frost, Tempest and Snowyclaw.
(I won't reveal more, sorry! Bai!)
Also, I've been losing interest in writing Hyrestia Tales, so I'm falling behind in writing... and its being used to upgrade the storyline of Alouette, Terra, Cerveau and Neige to the finest. I don't have any ideas for the "MegaMan Legends" time period, I'm open to suggestions.
So far, here is a VERY ROUGH timeline...
In the beginning, when Zios was born from nothingness and wove the universe, he created Mira. They lived happily in a Utopia, but soon grew bored and unsatisfied with their primordial work. So they created Earth, and Apophis. Apophis was first meant as the guardian of Earth, swimming in its murkiest waters, but soon grew greedy. To punish the primordial serpent, Zios made Jamaa, but he also made it because he was working with Mira and they desired to. They made it a Utopia below the heavens, filled with diverse animals, plentiful food supplies and great weather.
Apophis, however, was mad. So, he possessed Zios, when he was walking among his creations, and ordered the good people to make a statue in honor of Zios. They toiled hard and starved from working to encrust it with gemstones from all over. (You know the rest.)
After the initial Phantom War and the final stand where the Alphas regained power, they worked to keep Jamaa safe. It was no longer a Utopia. (First timeline ends.)
(New timeline starts, we're at the end of it.) Frost arrives, countless millenia later, and is trained to great extents. With some friends, recruits other powerful Jamaasians destined to restore Jamaa and destroy the Is'Fet forces. They go on many adventures, inadvertly aid with the restoration efforts of Blankworld and Vramaa, and bring Jamaa to its former glory. (From now on, spoilers ahead!) They save Hyrestia and destroy Apophis and all of his forces with the power of Maximus Chronos, but at the expense of Snowyclaw, Frost and Tempest. For their efforts, the other Jamaasian Heroes were crowned immortals, but in the explosion of Hyrestia, many residents were dislocated and most of Jamaa was inhabitable. So they made Arcadia in Crystal Sands, and Graham made a "perfect copy" of Frost meant to fill in for her. (Second Timeline Ends.)
(New timeline starts.) Snowyclaw awakens in the Netherworld, the remnants of Hyrestia. The scientist Dr. Madison (Maddie) is being pursued by Arcadian forces, and awakens Snowy to aid her. Swiftly destroying the robots, Snowy is amnesia-affected and is confused by how Madison is in a Carbon body to extend her life. She reluctantly agrees to fight Arcadia for Madison, as Arcadia and her former allies are enforcing cruel laws, and the Alphas have mysteriously faded. After destroying Copy Frost, she wanders around the badlands in search of her past, and years later collapses from exhaustion and despair. Pink, although deadly ill, rescues her and takes her to Maddie's airship. She then finds that Lucifer, a Carbon escaped from Arcadia, is commanding Maddie's allies against Arcadia. When the forces lose to the might of the Immortal Jamaasian Heroes, Lucifier goes crazy and delves into the Duat, where he gains the power of Apophis and Maximus Chronos by destroying the empty bodies of Frost and Tempest. Snowy barely manages to destroy him, and Lucifer's soul becomes an angel swimming in the depths of the Duat. Later, Snowy finds out that Frost and Tempest became wandering cores when they left their bodies, and they are aiding her in secret ways. She finds that long ago, when she was de-roboticized, her Mecha body resisted, and was blasted into the Duat. Now, though, because Apophis was spliced from Lucifer and destroyed, Mecha escaped in the resulting rip and wrock havoc. Snowy fights her, but Mecha vanishes, and is tracked down to an airship going to explode on Arcadia and blow up the rest of the Jamaasian race. Snowy averts the collison, but ultimately dies in the crash. (End of timeline.)
After Snowy's death, Madison takes the ruins of the ship and makes four robots named Terra (MR-001), Alouettte (MR-002), Neige (MR-003), and Cerveau (MR-004). However, just as she was finishing them, Arcadia, believing she started all the chaos that nearly destroyed Arcadia, arrests her and the robots are sealed away and left to rust by the authorities. Eventually, knowing their mistakes, the Jamaasian Heroes leave Arcadia to fade away and join the cores of Frost, Tempest and Snowyclaw.
(I won't reveal more, sorry! Bai!)
Friday, November 1, 2013
Friendship Ideas!
I'll post the quiz later, peeps. Sorry.
Okay, so today, I discussed with a friend about friendships after a huge argument involving a game, lots of old friendships, and a roundhouse kick on the zipline. (I didn't mean to kick Allison on the back! 0.0) I got this meter out:
Air = nonexistent or even enemies
Water = New or Breaking, very fragile and should be frozen soon
Ice = Stable and good, but still can be broken by intense heat
Rock = Very stable and very hard to break, but can be broken
Steel = Stable forever, but can be broken by intense hardship
Yeah, you can comment edits on this, I don't really need to say anything.
Image credit to Sylestia, a game in BETA right now. I will post a few monster pictures, in case I want to use them as ideas for new creatures in my mythos.
Okay, so today, I discussed with a friend about friendships after a huge argument involving a game, lots of old friendships, and a roundhouse kick on the zipline. (I didn't mean to kick Allison on the back! 0.0) I got this meter out:
Air = nonexistent or even enemies
Water = New or Breaking, very fragile and should be frozen soon
Ice = Stable and good, but still can be broken by intense heat
Rock = Very stable and very hard to break, but can be broken
Steel = Stable forever, but can be broken by intense hardship
Yeah, you can comment edits on this, I don't really need to say anything.
Image credit to Sylestia, a game in BETA right now. I will post a few monster pictures, in case I want to use them as ideas for new creatures in my mythos.
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