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27th -Or- Disgaea: FiMFluttershy was scared.
It wasn't the usual kind of scared. It wasn't like when she meets a new pony. It wasn't like when she thinks of dragons. Well, what it used to feel like when she thought of dragons. No, this was a totally new kind of scared, the likes of which the butter colored pony had never known.
She woke up this morning to the screeching sound of a wild animal. It startled her. Almost jumped out of bed to help the poor thing when she realized, she wasn't in bed. Nor was she in her cottage.
She was in large stone room. There were torches on the walls, suspended metal cages in the corner of the room, and what looked to be a swirling vortex of magic. But none of that really bothered her, because much to her surprise, the room was filled with other creatures the likes of which she couldn't recognize. Most of them looked similar, and wore weird clothing, but one of them was considerably more scary, complete with a gut wrenching stench. Some of them looked at her as she whipped he
The Man who Loves EveryoneHungry. Time for some lunch. Where did- Oh, yeah. Namine said she was making lunch. I'll go eat up there, instead of making her come down.
I got up from the computer screen and left my room, turning the lights out as I left.
I walked down the hall we share with my fellow clones. I pass a couple of doors on my way, each leading to a different bedroom. I raised my right hand up to look at it.
I hold this power. I can summon it.
My hand feels warm when I call it forth. I've gotten quite skilled at that. Calling only a mere percentage of it out. I ascend the stairs as the feeling fills me with joy.
Love. Something about me allows me to draw out my holy gift into a physical form. Thanks to practice, I don't have to Form Change to use my virtue, much like my sin.
All people have virtues. Some people have Love as their virtue.
I am the only person who can turn Love into a power source.
The warmth grows. I maintain it as I walk through the hall. It is a faint warmth, like holding my hand near
15thThere was a sad girl, humming to herself. She was sitting at a brightly decorated table, with a fine looking chocolate cake in front of her, and all manner of streamer, balloon and other birthday festivity surrounding her. The room was happy and bright, and she was low and glum.
"Well, look what we got here, a lonely little girl." A voice said. The girl looked away from her awesome chocolate cake to the doorway behind her. There stood a somewhat short man in a button up shirt and jeans. Around his neck was a pair of earmuff headphones, while at his waist was a single spatha that swung slightly. With white skin, short shaved hair, and a five o'clock shadow, the guy looked like any other teenager.
"Who are you?" The girl asked the intruder, suddenly wishing she had grabbed an actual knife to cut her cake, just in case.
The guy shrugged and spoke in a nonchalant tone as he walked to the girl's dining table. "Apparently, I'm the only guy who got the invitation to your party." He sat at the
K and E: First MonthAn explosion erupted from the hallway and into my room as my door was forcibly opened with incomprehensible prejudice.
"Eeeeeddy! Time to wake up!"
I groaned in anguish and sat up. Both my Mom and Kenny were standing at the foot of my bed with cheshire cat grins plastered on their faces.
Not this again. All week! Why! I just want to sleep... I fell back against my bed and covered my face with one of my pillows.
"Come on, Eddy-kun! Up!" Kenny said this as he walked around my bed while my Mom tore my blanket off. Kenny then proceeded to open the curtains of the nearby window, allowing the insidious rays of light to invade my room and thoroughly vanquish any possibility of my prolonging sleep.
I sighed and removed the pillow from my face. "Alright, I'm up." I sat up and got out of bed. Through a yawn I said, "Get out so I can get dressed."
They both high fived as they left me to my wardrobe. I grabbed a pair of jeans and my favorite Meat Loaf t-shirt. I eyed the d
Late Work with Angels"And now they're dating." A girl behind me groaned.
Just scrubbing away...
"Oh, good for them!" A more cheery sounding girl said.
"What do you mean, good for them?" The grumpy girl said.
My cuffs are getting wet.
"Well, they make a cute couple is all." The nicer girl explained.
"What is that supposed to mean?" The irritated girl asked.
Damn Chinese restaurant. The customers don't even see me, so why do I have to wear this... Weird... Chinese... Button up suit-thing?
"I'm just saying..." The kind girl trailed off.
"Saying what?" The angry girl demanded.
"He's a nice guy." The polite girl replied.
Another plate cleaned. I added it to the to 'dry pile.'
"Demons are not 'nice guys.'" The gruff girl shot back.
"They could be... Well, just look at Chucky!" The nice girl exclaimed.
The pans are always the hardest to clean. Probably because I only see them once a week.
"How do you know he isn't a rapist?" The other girl replied without missing a beat.
The kind-hearted girl gasped. "How could y
The CUaUCThe two stood side-by-side. One a sorcerer, armed with a crossbow and wearing naught but simple clothing. The other a monk, possessing not even a weapon, save for his deadly fists. They stood together in s pit.
It was wide and spacious, cleared out by human hands. Above them, crowds of people cheer and roar.
The two stood strong against the crippling weariness. They have been fighting for hours.
Only one enemy remained. The smaller of the two readied his crossbow while his comrade distracted the monster.
The shot was so perfect, the beast's eyes were skewered to the wall behind.
The crowd roared. The two pumped their fists and high-fived.
Their victory was short-lived. The southern gates groaned as they rose.
The two stood patiently as more of the short lizardmen marched into the coliseum.
The sorcerer counted seven. The monk clenched his fists.
The crowd went crazy. Men, women, and monsters all screamed their anticipation of the impending bloodbath.
The sorcerer loaded his crossbow wi
K and E: First Week"Eddy-kun!" Kenny called as he knocked on my door.
I sat up in my bed and glanced at my digital alarm clock. 6:40 something. I lied back down and covered my head with the sheets. "Five more minutes."
Kenny opened my door and (probably) marched in with a huge grin on his face. "Wake upuh! Eddy-kun!" Then he started to shake me. [Eddy-kun, we're going to be late!]
I sat up, trying my hardest to keep my eyes open. "Good. I go get breakfast." Kenny tromped out of my room with unnatural vigor. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
I stood up and looked through my closet for clothes. "Kenny-chan..." I called as I grabbed a pair of jeans.
Kenny popped in a moment later, just as I buttoned my fly. [You called?] He chimed.
I nodded. [It's about your English...] I closed my door to see Kenny waiting for my input. He's not wearing his school uniform today; instead he's wearing a brightly colored shirt and jeans. I shoved my hands into my pockets and explained as I leaned against the doorframe. [Ah..
ColletteThere are... Well there was going to be nine. But for now there is eight.
They all bear the same name: Collette.
None of them are bound by law.
None of them are perfect.
None of them are natural.
They are the clones.
They are the eight reasons James Collette is renowned as a prodigy.
The first was created, just because James wanted to know if he could.
This was the only one who could not live long enough to meet his brethren...
The Thief was born just so James could have a stable subject to gather research from.
He is known throughout the land as a man who... Is skilled in the art of women.
The Phoenix was devised to see if James could create a clone who could adapt to blindness.
He is known for his kind demeanor, and his friendly attitude toward all he meets.
The Mage was fashioned from James' self so he could see if he could create a being that could defy age.
The little one is notorious for being shy around all people, a trait which as earned him favor amongst many women.
K and E: First DayI took my seat unnoticed. Well, Dexter probably noticed, but he really doesn't count.
After the homeroom teacher took attendance, I tried to catch the last train to sandman land before the school day started.
"Did you check that new show?"
"Oh. My God. Yes."
"I know! Right?"
I felt something rubbing against my shoulder a couple of minutes into my nap.
I groaned and sat upright. I found Kenny sitting in the seat right in front of me, holding a folder against his chest. He was faintly smiling. I guess that's just his default face, though.
[You're awake!] He exclaimed with a broader smile.
I wiped the drool from my chin. [Yeah, I guess I am.] I yawned into my fist. [What's up Kenny-chan, you need something?]
[Actually...] Kenny trailed off as he peeled the folder away from his chest. He looked at it briefly before handing it to me. [I came all the way here to return this. You dropped it.]
I thanked Kenny and accepted the folder. I rummaged thro
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