Thursday, December 7, 2006

Their breakfast was an awkward one, to say the least.
The majority of who had stayed behind was enjoying a delicious, yet quiet, meal. The only thing that could be heard were forks clanging with the plates, and ice comining in contact with the edge of the glass. Jessica had taken a sip, wondering what was wrong with Gabriel still, when Camilla surprised her with an unexpected question. "Have you told him yet?" "Pffffft! Wait, what?!" She said, accidentally spraying Ambrosia, who had the misfortune of sitting in front of her, with juice. "......" "Oh no, I-I'm sorry! Lemme go get some towels or something!" She said in a rush, trying her best to not let either of them to see her face red. Ambrosia, who hadn't moved yet, sat there calmly, doing her best to stay seated. "Aw, poor Ambrosia, lemme help." Camilla said, starting off with wiping juice away from her eyes. I...I don't know which is worse. Juice in my face, or HER...but she means well I suppose. In order to avoid another weird moment, Ambrosia got up to find Jessica. Left alone with Gabriel, Camilla began talking to herself. "All I wanna do is show her I care is all. It's not like I'm being TOO weird, am I?" She started to let her tail dangle in front of her, and began toying with it. "I suppose if I was normal I wouldn't want anything to do with someone like me." Playing with her tail, she failed to notice that Gabriel was waking up. With a yawn, he spoke. "You gotta-yaaaaawn-stop thinking like that. It's not like you're trying to hurt anybody or something." Camilla turned around and saw that Gabriel was already headed toward her and the rest of the food. "No fair, ya'll had eggs-" "Do remember what happened last night?" "Not really...oh wait! I remember dreaming of some like, chick and she was nice and stuff. But right after I dreamt that I stopped dreaming or something. ...think I woke up." Blushing, yet feeling guilty at the same time, Camilla turned away from him and said, "Forget it..." "Huh?" She turned back around and smiled. "They're taking a while, aren't they? I say we go do something, how about you? Matt and my sis did." "But don't they kinda like-" He was cut off as Camilla pushed him out the door and quietly closed it.

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"I can NOT believe she'd ask something like that out of the blue! I should go...no I'll...agh!" Frustrated, she paced back and forth trying to calm herself down. When she had finally got herself calmed down, she had started walking out of her spare room, but bumped into Ambrosia. "Finally found you!" "What's wrong Ambrosia?" Looking around to make sure no one was around, specifically Camilla, she leaned over to whisper in the her ear. Her widening, Jessica almost blurted out what she had just heard. "You mean to tell me she li-" Ambrosia quickly clapped her hands over Jessica's mouth in order to prevent her from saying it out loud. "Why do you think I whispered it!" "S-sorry! It's not exactly something you hear about everyday..."

Finally cleaned up, Ambrosia and Jessica had returned to where breakfast was served, only to see no one was there. "...There's a specific reason why I asked everyone to stay here over the night. Together we have a better chance of surviving." "Surviving?! You said nothing about surviving!" "Why else would I convince two guys, a girl, and a pair of demons to stay under one roof for a night?" "...." "Damn, I knew I should've came out and told what was happening from the get go." Suddenly, Ambrosia fell to her knees with her hands grabbing her head. "Ambrosia, what's wrong?!" "They're here, the ones cloaked in black...they've got numbered crosses...they...ugh..." She fainted, and Jessica felt a presence with such murderous intent, that her knees trembled.

~To be continued~


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Wednesday, December 6, 2006

Hooray for 200 visits!
...that's pretty much all that I gotta say in this post, other than hey and stuff...again >_>
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Overactive and Overexaggerated explanation on #3
With Tuesday defeated, Hoaryu and company enjoyed an awesome victory dinner and celebrated at the dorm. Little did they know that their next foe would get a pre-emptive attack.

WEEEEEOOOOOWEEEEEEOOOOOOO!!!!!

Hoaryu: WTF!
Hylian: We're goners dude!
Wednesday: The dorm is on fire! Escape now!

After escaping, we realize it was a drill.
Going back inside and trying to sleep...

WEEEEOOOOWWWWOOOOOO!!!!

Hoaryu: Motherf-Wednesday pulled the fire alarm again!!

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I'm start off by saying the yesterday dinner didn't suck beyond belief. They served...who cares, I'm gonna talk about my leaky chicken. Yes, my chicken was broken and began to leak, unless that's what Chicken Cordon Bleu is supposed to do. It's like a potato, but it's a chicken with STUFF inside. And it's true what they say about pie....no such thing as a bad pie. Oh, and last night sucked. We had a fire drill, that last about 40 minutes, 35 of which was spent trying to sleep. Which by the way ended AFTER midnight!

Oh yeah, evasion regarding the powuh hungry lady was a success! I avoided her and all chances of getting teh boot...outta the dorm.

So anyway, kicking wednesday's "in the middle" ass, how's ya'll day/whatever you call putting up with other people going? Mine's decent so far, with the exception of one thing...which character do ya'll (that's my last ya'll in this post) like? Just curious...nosy...whatever >_>



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Casimir, not caring what might happen...
Had attempted to fix the room Morana and #23 fought in up to the point where too many questions would be asked. "That was truly something else, y'know?" He said, trying to wipe off the remaining blood that had dried up on her. "For some reason, none of that scared me. I mean, it should've..." He continued to ramble to himself and failed to notice that Morana was recovering. Remembering most of what she had done, she sprung up, bumping heads with Casimir. "Wh-where am I!?" She asked, ignoring the fact that she almost knocked Casimir out. He answered, also trying his best to ignore the pain. "You're-ow ow ow-a few rooms down from where fought that number dude." Rubbing his forehead he sat down next to Morana, and tried to relax a little. "So what was that all about? That whole, weird transformation thingie." Staring off into space for a few, lost in her thoughts, she responded a few seconds later. "Hm? Oh...that..." She looked at her clothes and skin, even her hair, and sighed. "You wouldn't believe me, not in a million years." Now sitting, facing her, he waited for her to explain. "I suppose it wouldn't matter...but here goes..." She pinched the bridge of her nose, let out another sigh, and began from the beinning. "Me and my mother...Valdis...we're..."

-Back with Matt-

"Oh man, it feels good to be outta there. I knew I shoulda slept on the table, but no, let's try something new...feh! Best part about this is that I'm free." Stretching his arms out, he let out a long yawn, and continued walking farther from Jessica's house. "Then again, I might miss the company, a little, Carmen and-" He stopped and looked around, as if he were being watched. Chuckling to himself, he went on. "Hahaaa, paranoia..." Not familiar with his surroundings, he began to slow down. "I don't remember downtown being this way." As he wondered what was going on, something enclosed the area, like a small dome. Not realizing the danger, he began to walk faster, almost jogging, but was stopped by the barrier. "Ugh, what the hell is this?!" "Look out!" Instinctively, he moved just in time, as a women cloaked in black, had dove for him, with what appeared to be claws. Forgetting the warning, he turned his attention to woman who had attacked. "Come on lady, I JUST woke up, I don't need this." He said, and ignoring the fact that she had attacked him, he walked off in the opposite direction. He was stopped again, by a man this time, who was swinging around a mace. With a sigh, Matt gotten ready for what was coming. "Well, there goes my day..."

"#20, let me to kill him...slowly!" The man with the mace, backed up and withdrew his weapon. "Take your time, #19." Before #19 had a chance to strike, she was interrupted by the one who had called out to Matt. "I knew I recognized that voice! Carmen, what are you doing here?!" With her claws extended, and fangs bared, Carmen's focus was on #19, and that alone. Realizing that his answer would have to wait, Matt broke into a dash and went straight after #20. "It looks like I get to get my hands dirty after!" #20 said as he threw his mace at Matt. "It extends! Damn!" Matt barely crouched and leaned back simultaneously, sliding right under the mace, and grabbed it. Smiling, #20 flicked the mace with all his might, and sent the chain, along with Matt high into the air. Soaring higher and higher, he felt the tension of the chain getting tighter and tighter. If I time this right I can... Not knowing what his opponent had planned, #20 attempted to flick the mace in the other direction, and slamming Matt from high up. Seeing this ahead of time, Matt was ready and pulled with full force and a had drawn #20 off the ground. "Impossible! You shouldn't be able to-" But he was too late. He being assaulted by a barrage of punches and kicks, and was forced to try and defend against it. Seeing his chance and running out of time, Matt grabbed #20 by the arms and put him on his shoulders. Holding on as tight as he could, he landed on the ground, hard, and let go of #20. His plan gone awry, and as a consequence of underestimating his opponent, he dropped to the ground...limp. Exhausted from his assault and landing, he too dropped to the ground to recover somewhat.

"#20!!" #19 shrieked, with a look of horror on her face. Her eye twitching, and face red with fury, she charged at Matt, attempting to get by ignore Carmen...for now. "I'm going to shred your very soul into ribbons!" Not being someone that likes to be ignored in any situation, Carmen went straight for #19, and clothes-lined her. Her fury subsided as she clutched her throat, and her attention went back to Carmen. Shaking violently, she approached her with extreme aggresion and slashed non-stop at her. Putting her power to the test, Carmen countered each of #19's claw attacks with her own until she tired herself out. Her recklessness being her downfall, #19 began to attack of desperation, but it was all in vain. Carmen got past the claws, to #19's surprise, and punched her in the stomache. Stopping in the middle of her attack, she slumped to ground, and dropped her claws.

Having recovered to the point where he could walk, Matt approached Carmen as quickly as he could. "What the hell were you thinking following me around like that!? You could've gotten yourself killed! You have no idea-" He was cut off by Carmen, who had turned to hug him, and whispered, "I was worried..." Acting like he hadn't heard her correctly, he looked at her in weird way. "Excuse me?" Things quickly got back to normal, or as normal it can get, and laughed. "Nothing, now let me finish up and let's go back." "Yeah, I was meaning to ask you...Since you're a vampire or whatever, why'd you spare-" He was again cut off by Carmen, with #19 in her arms, helpless and barely able to move, leaning back with her neck exposed. "C-Carmen, why?!" "I'm hungry..." She said with a smile, and glared at #19's neck. Still suffering from having the wind knocked out of her, she unable to even scream in anticipation. Her eyes teared up as she saw Carmen fangs come down...

~To be continued~
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Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Overactive and Overexaggerated explanation on #2
So there we were...me, Hylian, and some other dorm guy I know are ready to head out to caferia, when suddenly...

Hoaryu: Dude, it's freezing!
Hylian: I know man, and it's getting colder!
Dorm guy: *Frozen*
Hoaryu: Nooooo, he's been fro....fro...damn it's cold!
????: Hahahahaha, revenge!!
Hylian: It's...
Tuesday on a huge ass wood chipper, throwing blocks of ice in, right in front of the dorm: It is I, TUESDAY, and you shall pay for what you did yesterday!
Hoaryu: ...Not have a..."bad" monday?
Tuesday: Precisely! I will screw over your day with much gusto! Have at you!

And with that, me and Hylian charged the demented weekday, with sheer bravery (read: insanity and desperation)....
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Or you know, that's what I thought when I stepped outside to see how cold it was. Yeah, I think it's official, I'm crazy, but ya'll should now that. >_>
So yeah, cold morning, but not so cold, because of the lack of pain in the ass winds. Anyway, the day' starting off kinda crazy, what with angry students and all. Not much to say when it comes to dorm life...

So yeah, today's chapter I feel is kinda short...er than the other ones. But still, I think it's an ok one, despite the whole "Where's Carmen?" thing someone might ask. If not then ignore what that...I think I'm willing to do something new...like add one last character, good guy wise. I dunno, depends on the reactions. Hope no one's confused so far by the way.

Posting again..around lunch I think.
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After what seemed like more than a few hours, sunrise arrived in Campton...
Matt, having been forced into the kitchen to sleep, crawled out the cupboard he had rested in. Stretching and yawning as if it were an everyday thing, he realized he was the first on up. "Turns out that wasn't as bad as I thought. Heh, got some sleep AND some breakfast!" Reaching for some cereal, he roamed the house quietly...or as quietly as someone eating crunchy cereal can be. "Looks like I'm the first one up for once...hell musta froze over." After saying that, he dropped his box in excitement. "Then that means..." He didn't finish his sentence and was already out the house, free from the twins will. "Finally, I can get a break from those two, especially Carmen. Hm...I'll be back I guess...but after she blows off some steam." As he walked off, he didn't notice he was being watched.

"Hm, wonder where he's off to this early..." It was Camilla, who hadn't slept at all, along with Ambrosia, and closed the door back. They were up all night long talking, or at least Camilla was, and had lost track of time. Not letting this oppurtunity pass, Ambrosia attempted to get up and leave, but Camilla had immediately came back. "You need anything? A drink maybe?" Staring at each other, face to face, Ambrosia tried to speak. "Uhm, actually, I could use a-" "I know, I'll make you breakfast!" Camilla blurted, and with that, walked off with a smile like no other. Ambrosia, red in the face and left in a state of confusion, wondered what she had gotten herself into. I would've never suspected anything like. This is what being a...sister is like? Hm, this beats being alone I guess. She had arrived in the living where Gabriel was, still on the couch, and knocked him off forgetting what had happened not too long ago. Sitting down on the couch, she remembered. Oops, forgot what he must've went through too. But still...I...what have I gotten myself into? She had finally settled down, until she heard Camilla humming to herself, and occasionally looking at Ambrosia, smiling.

Jessica woke up to the smell of breakfast, and rushed to see what was going on. Seeing Ambrosia and Gabriel (still asleep and on the floor) in the living room, and Camilla in the kitchen cooking, one question came to her mind. "Do I want to know what happened to him?" She said pointing, getting to hold back laughter at the answer. Ambrosia stayed silent, and Camilla, entering with the eggs and bacon she had just made, tried to answer. "Well, I didn't mean to-" "I accidentally knocked him out because he was in my way on the couch." She had put the food down on the table, and with Camilla in tow, pulled her into the kitchen. "That's the LAST thing she needs to hear as of now. Please, for..." I'm going to regret saying this to her... "...my sake, DON'T say anything about what happened to Gabriel and that...incident, okay?" Camilla saw this as one of many chances to prove how grateful she was to Ambrosia, and so she put a finger on her lips, to show that she'd keep quiet, as well as Ambrosia's, and walked back to the living room to eat. Stunned, Ambrosia merely put her hand on her face and sighed. Yeah, I'm going to regret this one for while...

~To be continued~

Matt: Sleeping in a cupboard was awesome dude!
Gabriel: Zzzzzz
Matt: Seriously, bags of bread make a delicious pillow.
Gabriel: Zzz
Matt: Are you even listening?
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Monday, December 4, 2006

Wow, actually got to the library
Yeah, it's a quickie post, just managed to get on to see whats up and everything....and the lamest part about this is that I have nothing to rant about. I GUESS I should start off by saying that so far Monday isn't as bad as it normally is. Probably saw what I was going to do to it when I was chatting with Angel Zakuro. So yeah...this was pretty much an out of the blue rant. Maybe I should work on, you know, my stuff. Yeah, guess I'll go with that.
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This weekend almost drove me crazy...
I...don't know why, but the whole weekend, starting with Friday, had me pissed from beginning to end. But it DID remind of one thing though, and that's the fact that I have HORRIBLE luck. Not saying I intentionally hang around bad crowds, but everytime I try to have fun or SOMETHING, someone has to turn around and mess it up. Honestly, who wants to smoke weed behind a wal-mart? Who wants to drink and nearly get in a fight with a cop!? It's these reasons that remind me why I usually go out of my way to not get involved with anything...


And I'm done venting...I think. Back to random things, I found myself bringing Rose Hip Zero in my bag, although I'm probably not gonna read too much of it, considering I have my DS with me. Enough about me, what about YOU? Was your weekend not lame and a pain in the ass? Hopefully your week goes well, and now if you don't mind, I have a day of the week to deal with.*

Catch ya later.

* reference to a rant where I depicted the days of the week as random street gang >_>
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Arriving at the abandoned house his sisters destroyed...
Casimir found himself in awe at the rubble. "They've really outdone themselves this time! I can barely recognize this place." As he wandered around Morana began looking around herself. "Your sisters did this? Tell me, what do they do exactly?" Casimir, barely paying attention to her, managed to answer as they began seperating. "Well, the one in charge, Carmen, is into like, those weird books and stone things I can barely read." "Runes?" "Yeah, and Camilla mixes up chemicals and junk like that. You know, like those mad scientists you see in the movies." They were out of view from each other, and Morana was able to think to herself. How could this have happened and I not felt it? It couldn't have been THAT long since my last encounter, so I can't be too rusty with this sense. Something...or somebody...is cancelling out this dark power. Her wandering was interrupted by a scream a few rooms away and rushed to see what had happened. She arrived in to see Casimir being held by a strange man, draped in black, with a cross on his necklace with the number 23 engraved on it. "So it was you two that killed my comrade." He said, grasping Casimir by the arm, and pointing at the corpse of the man Carmen had drained. "It's a shame he died such a meaningless death. Pity, Number 66 was our newest member. I suppose I'll have to avenge him..." He continued, throwing Casimir away toward the corpse and getting ready to fight Morana.

Wait...crosses with numbers...these are mothers henchmen... She clenched her fist and looked Number 23 in the eyes. "Please, we didn't kill him! We don't even know who you are!" Not listening, he drew his weapons. He pulled out two Sai from the small straps on his side, hidden, and prepared himself. "It's a pity I don't care. Fortunately for you, I'm the only one here, so I'll cut you a deal. You let me have the boy, and I may let you go. Refuse and..." He paused and began to have second thoughts on his offer. Tapping his chin with the tip of his Sai, he came to a conclusion. "Oh wait, it doesn't matter, he's dead either way!" He came charging at her at full speed, one Sai aimed at her, the other dragging along the ground causing small debris to fly everywhere.

Unexpectedly, Morana had dodged the attack and ended up on the opposite side of the room. "Impressive, but being agile alone will not help you!" He began the attack again, yet this time, he connected. Or at least, he thought he did, but just before connecting, light flashed before his eyes. Casimir couldn't tell what exactly what had happened, but he knew it couldn't be good for the man with the cross. Morana, as if by magic or some otherworldly force, had called forth a slim sword in the nick of time. It was thin, yet strong enough to hold Number 23's Sai back. Frustrated and confused, he backed off, only to see a completely different person. His prey, who's eyes once shone with innocent brilliance, now looked as if they belonged to a murderer, dull and cold. Her hair once braided now flowed freely behind her, once brown, now black. Regaining his composure, Number 23 began taunting. "It's no use, you'll never beat me, I'm 23 for a reason!" He began to sway from side to side, trying to coax Morana into attacking. She just stood where she was, sword in hand, glaring at him. Seeing his tactic fail, he began approaching her still swaying. A few steps later he started to dash. With each dash, he got closer and closer, and then suddenly, he vanished. Still not moving, Moarana simply held her sword backward, pointing it behind her, and waited. As soon as she did, she felt her sword penetrate flesh, and looked back to see that Number 23 had impaled himself. Coughing up blood, he uttered his last words. "Seems as the though I'm too fast for my own good. Heh, obviously not fast enough for you though..." Blood pouring out both his mouth and chest, he had one thing to say. "Tell me, who are you?" "Hmph, wretched man. I am Morana, daughter of Valdis, and I promise that you'll be seeing your comrades again..." She said as she drove her sword deeper into Number 23, the hilt nearly touching his chest now, blood squirting on her hand and arm. "Mora...na...that means you're..." "Remember my name on your trip to hell!" With that, she had lifted her foot and kicked the now lifeless body of Number 23 off her sword and into the air, spraying blood everywhere. Unfazed, she allowed herself to be bathed in the blood of her opponent and glanced at Casimir, with her eyes wide open. Slowly approaching him, he got up to meet her as well, not afraid of what Morana may have had ready for him. In a combination of fear and awe, Casimir found himself nearly speechless. "Wow..." He managed to say just that before Morana returned to normal, and passed out. The last thing she heard was Casimir. "Morana!" He said, not noticing the next day had come.

~To be continued~


Matt: What the hell? Where are we in all this?
Gabriel: Obviously not in today's script...
Matt: There's a script!?
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Sunday, December 3, 2006

No time today unfortunately...
Yeah, this is gonna be a quickie post, because well, not much time. Anyway, so far, FF3 proves to be a non-easy FF game, finally. Tomorrow it's back to being on a computer doing more "work" (myotaku and access >_>). Sorry I don't have much time to look at everyone's page at the moment, I'll try later today, provided not everyone's trying to get on.
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