Tuesday, June 28, 2005

   Zee first of many! Posts that it... *smirks*
Well, here I am, a new user to this site, and a new blogger. (please don't call me a newb though... Pleeeaassseee! *begs*) Err... but yeah... *coughs* As a first thing, I'm going to tell everyone, I'll be mostly posting stuff that I wrote for some RPGs I've played at (trust me, they aren't one liners either...) As much as possible, I'll try and post my characters that are based from certain anime series, but I can't guarantee anything, alright?

sooo... with all that said... On to the posts!

Alright, these first posts are older posts from a year or so back when my friend and I were role playing as Amon and Robin from Witch Hunter Robin. The plot was that Robin had been 'kidnapped' after a fire broke out at Amon's apartment. Amon thought it was Robin who destroyed his apartment, and well, went off an a little bit of a tangent. Meanwhile, Robin was off being a little tortured by her kidnapper (one by the name of Sid Vicious who lived in a giant picnic basket house) who was trying to persuade her into giving any sort of secret there may have been with extracting the genetics of a witch to create a perfect being. After a while Robin got thrown into a large dark room that had zombie like people hanging around, so she had to fight a little bit for her life. Meanwhile, Amon finally starts to simmer, and goes off to rescue her (funny how that always seems to happen in the end.) And here we are, starting off with the post in which Amon first arrives to rescue Robin. Unfortunately, we didn't get past these two posts -.-; (note: The post as Amon was written by one of my bestest friends, Yuki. She fully owns her writings. Meanwhile, the posts as Robin belong to me, cause I wrote it.) *nods*)

Amon-
I rivaled many because of my ability to forcibly brush off the decay of pitiance. I looked past weakness, noting it, but never regarding it. If someone was too weak, then they fell behind, it was their duty in life to become food for the dead. Other's who were bizarre, had no right to live. People fitted with powers that could kill others that defied all laws of nature needed to be smitten, for surely, they were a threat to my own people.
But how good is it for me to say my own people, when My own mother was a witch?

This made me somewhat a hypocrite, and as I sat in the sand with my head between my knees, I was approached spiritually by a character. Whether it was in my dream or reality, it was the contour of a wolf. And within this wolf he possessed the eyes of the ever understanding mother. My mother. Patience, love, understanding, loyalty....

loyalty

It's been a long time since I remember where my loyalties lie. Whether they are within myself or secretely embedded into another, I do not know. For the longest time now, even though I despised her of what she had been initially, and what she had become in the outcome...Robin seemed to possess a few of them within her naturally. I was drawn to her presence, though I shunned all feelings of friendship or a relationship betwixt us. I always felt something deeper.

A week and a half ago, I had met up with Robin during a nightly stalking of Sid Vicious. A master mind who's brain was too smart that it spoiled instantly. He was a sick bastard, and I needed to take him down. Not only was he himself a witch hunter, but he was a soul sucker. He possessed the power to extract specifics off of any one witch or warlock. It was there, I grew frightful of what he could do to not only Robin, but other innocents. I had begun stalking him three years ago, and in a painstaking pace, I finally was able to track him down and befriend him as best I could without killing him in his own slumber.

This wolf, showed me that deep down inside, I had a responsibility...I could not forsake what I had given to Robin. In my head, I had always wondered whether what Robin had done to my house had been a lie or a mirage to get me distracted. To look the other way while she was extracted from my life and destroyed by Sid Vicious. I had told her to stay away from him. Never in my mind had I thought once that maybe Sid Vicious had some part in this wicked-wicked Skeeming plot.

The wolf...he had shown me this. And so much more. Last night, I had dreamt of a horrid place where Robin had been thrown. Broken, bruised, and all alone, and here is where her powers emerged and unfolded into the most powerful and violent of it's nature. I pictured a blazing inferno, bodies screaming and twisting away from her. I pictured her screaming and crying, staring out with horrified eyes. I pictured this cell that was constructed of cement and had many doors but none of which opened to exits. They could be opened but only to find yet another cement wall plastered behind it. I pictured a stroke of lightening striking me as I ran through the rain. I remembered running and then being held up by this sudden electricity that buzzed throughout my body. I screamed, and then it released me from it's eccentric clawed grasp and dropped me onto the floor of Earth. And now, not only could I see Robin screaming and fending herself off, but I could feel the claws being ripped into her flesh. And when I looked down onto my own arm, I saw claw marks form there, the wounds bleeding over. Cuts sparkled in glorious red estuaries down my forearms. This, this was my calling. So when I woke up today...this is what I did.

I found and collected the largest gun I had from the broker downtown. And returned to the ashen cryptorchard of my previous home only to find that underneath the soil, burried deep down my clothes for this type of battle had been secluded. The rain had begun to fall, softening the ground as I tore at it with a shovel. I hit the box that had been held deep within the helm and pulled it out of it's grave. I removed the top only to find my jacket I had put away for a long time. A black cloaked type deal, with a popped collar and split english tails. Sliding it over my shoulders, I took no time to sit here and waste. Packing away the gun, I decided that it was time to pay Sid Vicious, and that picnic house of his a grandose visit.

I approached solemnly, clad like a knight in black soaked leather, gut out, ready to shoot down his door when of course. A jolt of something hit me in the head, I was sent reeling downwards into the soil gritting my teeth and groaning loudly. The force hit me with enough forte to make my hand release the gun and make my spine curl in pain, my jaws were sloppily set agape, eyes winced...

"Aaaah God..." The feeling took over me completely, almost as if electrocuting my body before suddenly releasing me. I dropped onto my palms, sweating profusely despite the rain. It ran off in aqueous rivulets as I panted again and again. Suddenly I peered down and noticed my arms suddenly being split open in various parts. Was I on crack? My eyes widened as they fixated on the blood now rolling down my limbs. It enraged me, and I was sent into a frenzy, this time kicking down the door. I knew where the lab was...I knew full well where it was. I expected to see Sid tehre but once on the 67th step, there was still no one, no one at all to stop me as I ripped through the door, gun in hand. With a dutiful stride in my step, I made my way to the back of the room The old presence of Robin lingered here...I knew this because she had become part of me that night I had decided to trust her. A sense of longing over took my senses and I was driven to the innocent door that was at the end of the halfway-hall. I opened it with out any trouble and stepped inside this cold purgatory. The door however, slammed shut behind me and it was no longer easy to open it up. Matter of fact, I couldn't get it open at all! What the hell? It reminded me of a gateway into hell. The scent of dead bodies and fire alerted my senses more than anything. Out of pure instinct, from the top of my lungs I shouted...

"Robin! Roooooooobin!" Over and over again...Was it too late?

(End Amon's post)

Robin-
Everything around me was a living hell whilst I sat within my lone corner waiting for death to come and take me away. I was now longing for the caress of the cold spirit upon my broken and bruised body, begging it to take me out of the grasp of these other demons. For the past days all I ever heard was the moaning and screaming of the other victims of this hell hole. Each voice penetrated deeper into my mind, driving me insane, making me even more vernable to this disease. It never did take long for those who were now mindless to back off after each wave of attack. Though soon death would not come from starvation, but from the loss of blood.

My skin was covered in black scabs that tried to heal the broken skin below, and also the renewed flow of crimson life. Ravines traced through random parts of my arms and body, stinging and infecting me every living breathing second. Surely if the others were intune to the smell of fresh blood, I'd be their target without a doubt for I reeked of what they wanted.

Never once did the thought of being taken away from this place cross my mind. My life without any real friends, only those who knew me for what I was on the inside, and it seemed they wouldn't be coming anytime soon. So when the door opened up to let the room envelop another person, I thought nothing of it. To me it was just another damned soul that was sent out to destroy me. Soon enough this newly able creature would be one of the many looking for something, or someone to take a little bite out of. Though never would I have expected for this person to shout out my name, his voice more than familiar to me.

Was this a delusian that came with starvation and stress? Amon... It couldn't be real. He died in the fire, the one that engulfed his apartment after our one night together. Having remained within the same corner of this seemingly endless pit of darkness, I pulled my knees up to my chest, resting my forehead upon my knees. Just the sound of his voice, whether in my head or not was enough to bring me to tears. Wrapping my mangled arms around my bare legs, I quietly murmured his name to myself, almost as if he could hear me beyond the grave.

"Amon..."

Though tainted with great sadness within, I could hardly muster the ability to express it vocally. My thoat was both parched and strained from my horrible battles, the end result in my voice being hoarse. But I could hardly care about being heard, especially in this hell. But through it all I felt a strange feeling, as if he was here, right infront of me. As if even with all this pain and death surrounding me, there was someone here that I could reach out to with worry or fear. But it couldn't be this one... The one that had been haunting me for the past week.

His deep midnight eyes that I was only allowed to dive a certain depth into seemed to be all around me. Every encounter I had down here made me think of how much I missed his presense, just knowing he was nearby having given me courage in previous situations. When we worked together, I always looked up to him for his approval. And I figured that in order to achieve it, I'd have to step out of my circle of fear. And even though he didn't give much of a sign of how he felt on my actions, I still tried my best. And even though he never seemed to like to step over the proffessional line, deep down I always wished that he would have taken the step quicker. Then perhaps... perhaps this wouldn't have happened... No... This wasn't his fault. Not at all. How could I ever think of blaming him? Maybe it was my fault after all, for being what I was.

Looking up from where I sat, my eyes strained to see who it was in the darkness before me. His voice was sounding more and more real to me, the tones ringing clear within my ears. The deep and lightly rough voice of his, it rang over and over again in my head. With my cheeks still wet with my own tears, I slowly unfolded my thinning frame, climbing up to my feet with the help of the walls at my sides. And though my body was thoroughly weak and tired, I made myself stumbled forth a couple steps, almost falling back down to the hard flooring. Thankfully my legs weren't slow enough that I couldn't get them back underneath myself before all my balance was thrown off. But the sudden movements strained my muscles, causing a string of pain to stretch from my calves and up through my back. It was almost enough to make me collapse right then and there, but I didn't, and I don't even know what kept me up and standing. Suddenly I knew... My hands felt beneath them the wet leather that someone wore. Whether I stumbled on this person from infront or behind, I didn't know. But as I reached my shakey hand up, it brushed lightly against his hair, the thick locks that seemed to keep everyone our of his business, I suddenly felt I knew who it was. A single hand still upon the leather of his jacket, I slowly crumpled to the floor, my head tilted downwards as my tangled locks fell around my face. Though my hand still was upon him, grasping hold to a fold of his pants.

(Well, there you have it... I hope you enjoyed! ^.^)
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