Friday, September 1, 2006

   Still the Same Old mman... 'Cept Now I'm An OG. Respect Me Beotch!!! (^_^)
I like this new style I'm doing. Anybody else? By the way, Jet's my favorite character on Cowboy Bebop. Later.
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Wednesday, August 30, 2006

   Wednesdays Suck. They Really Do.
Ahhhh... crap. I'll get to this later...

*LATER... LIKE, AFTER SCHOOL*

Okay. Well, the thing is, I've gotten to a rocky start at school. The two subjects that have been the most trouble for me are English and Information Technology. English because I haven't been turning much in, and Info Tech, er, well, I've kinda been of task a lot, and so I'm behind. This morning, because of the latter, I had to talk to my mom. She gave me a harsh tongue-lashing (but, then again, shouldn't all moms?), and I went to school with a heavy heart because I think I made her cry. If you haven't noticed by now, I care deeply for my mom and I wouldn't want to hurt her intentionally. I gotta go. Later.
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Friday, August 25, 2006

   WHAAAAAT??!
Why didn't any body read my story?(or if you did, no comments?!) Fine. I'll hit you up with this instead. Later.
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Thursday, August 24, 2006

   ReIncarnation Part 1(again...)
Okay, I'm going through my whole story again. Here's the first part of Chapter One:

Prologue:

In a world most unlike ours, an ancient incident altered the people who lived on the planet. Eight elemental powers were awakened, and the world was thrown into turmoil. The war that ensued was known as the Affinity War. Brothers and sisters whose elemental clans were different were forced to fight and kill one another. In the peak of violence, eight archsages, each representing one of the known elements: earth, fire, water, air, wood, steel, light, and dark; rose up and created the Great Seals. Their purpose was to quell the fighting and present a suitable, if not stifled, peace pact. For the sacrifice, however, the most powerful and possibly dark methods of elemental warfare were magically locked away and were forgotten. Most of the clans melded and tried to go about appropriate, everyday lives. But the most prideful clans still existed and tried to bring the old ways back continuously. The seals were scattered and hidden around the world, and the archsages were revered among most. 250 years have passed since those days, and the world is changed. An organization has been formed. Calling itself Daemon, it gathers the strongest people who have affinities to the dark element, creating a modern clan. They are hell-bent on destroying the seals and creating a new dictatorship. None have been damaged yet, but Daemon moves ever closer to their goal. But the leader of Daemon’s son has other plans…

Chapter 1: The Boy of Air/Breakout

Officer Honda Hirocho was waiting for something. A sign that he was coming. The boy. He had caused many difficulties in the past week, including his survival of the tests, which was nothing short of amazing. Hirocho smiled inwardly. His pupil had grown to be an abrasive young man. It almost reminded him of himself at that age. But Hirocho would never had done something this rash and intrusive. No, the boy had to be taught a lesson, Hirocho would see to that.
His musings were interrupted, though, by his subordinate and right-hand man, Merche. He came shambling up behind Hirocho with a smile on his face. Hirocho waited for the obviously good news. Merche came beside him and Hirocho spoke in a low whisper.
“Have you found him yet?” Hirocho asked.
Merche replied in his usual greasy voice, “Yes. Our unit has spotted him north of the Beorc Towers. They are pursuing him as we speak.”
“Good, good. Is the seal still shining?”
“Unfortunately, yes. It seems that that childish fool has reactivated it. It’s in the air now, and I fear it won’t be coming down anytime soon.”
Hirocho’s face became a harsh scowl. He was known far and wide for his unusual array of facial expressions, and though the time was not appropriate for his jokes, he couldn’t spare himself an inner laugh. He sighed as if in resignation and turned toward the West Towers, striding across the courtyard with brisk steps. Merche hurried to keep up with his superior, and began to speak.
“But sir, what do we do?”
Hirocho sometimes abhorred his inferior’s dense questions, but he took it all the same. “Merche, my boy. What do you think we are going to do? We are going to meet this challenge head-on and overtake it.”
Merche, who became confused easily, let the matter go and decided jut to focus on keeping up with Hirocho.

* * *

An arrow hissed through the air, landing a few feet away from him. If the archer’s aim had been surer, he would have been disabled. Nevertheless, he continued running. The shots persisted as well. He fled through the towers, certain of his path, since; after all, he had grown up within these very walls. But they were not safe anymore, not after his disloyalty. Amid these thoughts in his head, the boy reached the gate that separated him from freedom, but Officer Honda Hirocho had other plans.
His guard, unbeknownst to the teenager, had already reached the outer gate and was waiting in ambush. Hirocho himself watched, upon the physical education building, binoculars to his face. He knew what was going to happen next, and, sure as stone, he observed as the boy began to make complicated gestures with his hands. With an extending hand movement from the rogue, the gates burst open. Sensing their cue, the guard squad attacked. To Hirocho’s surprise, however, the boy did not seem to be shocked. I’ve taught him too much, thought Hirocho as the teen began another series of gestures. The guards, not knowing much of the elemental symbols that the boy was making, continued to run toward him, but just then, the wind began to gather.
The ambushers stopped, stunned by his magic. The boy stood still, his hands together in front of him. Hirocho became angered. “You fools!” he yelled. “He‘s just baring his fangs! Attack now while you have the chance!”
The guards didn’t really want to endanger their lives, but they also didn’t want to make Hirocho angry, so they took the high road. They continued their running. Hirocho, however, knew that they didn’t have a possibility of truly hurting his ex-pupil. Sure enough, the boy’s wind grew stronger. The guards were truly scared now, and nothing Hirocho could say would get them to move. They just stood their as the wind began to move their way. Soon, they began to be pushed back. After about a minute, they were thrown like rag dolls.
Hirocho realized that he would have to step in. He called out to the teen. “I see your knowledge of the wind arts has grown, Rikkan.”
Rikkan turned. His shoulder-length blue hair flashed in the light from the watchtowers. He said nothing.
Hirocho grunted. “Going to do this the hard way? Just like your father.” With a giant leap, Hirocho crashed into the ground. His size thirteen steel-plated boots smashed into the ground below. Rikkan made no gesture whatsoever that he acknowledged his teacher’s presence. Instead, he, once again, commenced another set of hand-signals. Hirocho recognized the art, and he ran toward the boy.
“No, Rikkan! Not today!” Hirocho clenched his fist, and with that movement came a thunderous split of the ground. Pieces of the earth floated to Hirocho’s right fist and bonded with it, forming a makeshift glove of sorts. Rikkan noticed this change, and as Hirocho bounded toward him, fist outward, his hands had begun to create a miniature whirlwind. Hirocho, focused on his target; the boy’s face; didn’t see it until it was too late. Rikkan thrust his hands outward at Hirocho, and with a gasp of surprise on his face, Honda Hirocho was blown backward.
Hirocho smashed into the main Beorc Tower with a deafening crash. The guard, startled by the sudden fall of their superior, attempted to attack Rikkan when a voice rang out.
“Stop!!” it bellowed. The guards and Rikkan, who was in the middle of another wind spell, paused. They all stared at the direction of the Beorc Tower, scared in the guards’ case, seemingly bored in Rikkan’s. The smoke that billowed around the side of the tower increased, and then stopped altogether. There stood the Officer Honda Hirocho, in all his glory, with a large, gunlike weapon made of earth in the place of his arm.
“Do not underestimate me, Rikkan,” he imposed. “I taught you. Your moves are second nature to me. I have yet to show you the most powerful arts I have learned of the earth element.” He made a horrible grin that showed no laughter behind the smile. Hirocho would not be playing today. This, he assumed, would be his final lesson to his ex-pupil. With those words, Hirocho lunged.
Rikkan was ready, however. He began a move he invented himself. The wind which he controlled and would manipulate for the rest of his life became a blade around his right arm. With this weapon he parried the great weapon that Hirocho carried. The blast of wind that followed blew Hirocho off his feet. Once again, he fell to the ground.
“What!?” Hirocho inquired loudly after collapsing on his back. He straightened up quickly and was back on his feet in a second. “What…was that?” he breathed.
Rikkan, still turned around, answered. “That was the Wind Saber.”
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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

   Oh Yeah (numero two)
I have a bit of pizza in my teeth right now. Errr... could anyone give me the code to keep my background from moving? Thanks in advance. Later.
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   Nothing New
Ummmm... yeah, that's why I haven't posted. So, Drama Club was canceled yesterday, on account of no late buses. I was mad... I have no life. Later
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Monday, August 21, 2006

   I'm Unavailable??!
Why does is say that at my site ranking?! It's been like that for a couple of weeks now. How was everyone's weekend? Saturday my room became really clean for the first time in a while. My sister (who's still living with us, mind you) forced me to straighten up my papers and all my little notes that I leave hanging around. That sucked. Then Sunday my family had a barbeque. Everything got burnt. Seriously. Now I'm going to check sites. Later.
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Friday, August 18, 2006

   Hmmm.... I See Clouds...
Long week. First, my pants ripped in school tuesday. Right around the, errr...... groin area. It sucked. Hard. But I didn't go back home and change it. I stayed in school the whole day, and actually, for an extra two hours. Oh yeah, now we get to that...

Have I told any other Otakuites this yet? I am an active member of my school's Drama Club (Is Drama Club self explanatory? I hope it is). In case you didn't know this, theatre lovers are CRAZY. I mean it. Anyhoo, today was the first meeting of the year, so we elected officials. I got on the ballot for Treasurer, but I didn't win. No big...(actually, I cry myself to sleep every night, lol). Right now I'm in my usual haunt, the school library. Not really need-to-know info, but, as my four-year-old niece says, whatever. Later.
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Monday, August 14, 2006

   ReIncarnation, Chapter 2

Here we go. I'm posting the entire chapter, which is about 5 pages on Microsoft Word. Get ready for some reading!

(NOTE: If you need to read the first chapter, just check out my back entries. You'll find it sooner or later ^_^.)

Chapter Two: The Clash of Wind

Rikkan’s Wind Saber moved with seemingly impossible agility, slashing through the air with a low whistle. Hirocho evaded his blade, however, and struck back with his own oversized weapon. Rikkan parried it, and the sequence continued. The guards watched, their mouths hanging open, at the display of ability before them. They were lucky spectators to a rare event. And the cycle persisted.
Hirocho thrusted his large, club-like weapon forward. Rikkan parried it away, and slashed ahead. Hirocho was waiting for this opportunity, however, and ducked under the approaching blade. Rikkan saw what was happening, but was too late. Hirocho’s weapon burst upward and struck him lightly on the chin. He jumped back, stunned. Hirocho took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, expecting to finish the battle with one blow. He swung, amused, but connected with nothing but air.
“Looking for someone?” Rikkan asked from behind him. Hirocho swirled around, his face in disbelief.
“B-but how?!” Hirocho asked, his mouth agape.
“Wind, by its very nature, is quick. All I have to do is harness its speed.” Rikkan explained simply.
Of course!! Hirocho’s mind put it together. But for him to acquire it… He shook his head. Prodigy, again. This might take longer than he assumed.
Hirocho raised his enormous weapon “Prepare to be amazed by my strength!” he began with a grin.
“Stop posturing and get over with it,” Rikkan said.
Insolent whelp!! Hirocho thought again. But for once, he agreed with Rikkan. He muttered something under his breath and began to focus his energy. His hand began to resonate with the power of earth. He could feel his aura growing. The ground began to shake with his might. Hirocho’s face was stuck in a grimace.
A large crack appeared in the ground. It stopped at Hirocho’s feet. Then it began to split into multiple crevices. Giant chunks floated to his glowing palm. They convulsed and changed shape, then attached to his hand.
“More of the same, Hirocho?” Rikkan asked, but his jive went unnoticed. For Hirocho was completely focused on the weapon he was building, which was now extending its length. It now reached over five feet.
Hirocho grunted. As he lifted his now massive weapon, his guard gasped. The mighty club held erect, attached to his arm. “Rikkan, now you shall see what I can do,” he breathed. With these words, Hirocho slammed the club down fiercely; cracking the ground and making his guards jump with terror.
Rikkan’s eye’s narrowed. He stood still and battle ready; the Wind Saber still swirling restlessly around his arm. “Are you ready?” he asked simply.
Hirocho responded by rushing forward, the club held high. Rikkan, who was expecting a head-on attack, ran to meet him. Their weapon’s connected, and Rikkan bounded above him. Hirocho turned and met the falling blade. He broke Rikkan’s hold and skidded away.
They stood away for a moment, eyes making death-glares. Then Hirocho broke the silence with an astounding cry. “Simply amazing!” he yelled. The boy had warmed him up, most definitely. Hirocho shook his club at Rikkan. “You’ve got skills, boy, I’ll grant you that. But you haven’t the patience nor the time to learn the discipline required with them. This makes you weak, and I’ve taught you better, haven’t I?” He waited for a response, but the teen merely returned his stare.
“Quiet as always, eh? I know what it’s like. You’re filled with the fire that comes with one’s first real battle. You’re mouth’s stuck shut, and all you want to do is hit something.” Hirocho entered his stance. “You’ll get your chance.” Oh, yes, he would, thought Hirocho silently.
Rikkan’s mind was a whirlwind. He couldn’t think straight. Through his haze he saw Hirocho preparing to continue their bout. Suddenly everything cleared, and Rikkan had one thing on his mind: escape. Escape from the wretchedness that was his life here at the camp. Rikkan wanted to rejoin his brother, and his former teacher was in his way. Nothing would stand so long as Rikkan said it was not so. With this thought in mind, Rikkan charged recklessly.
Hirocho was shocked completely for the second time in minutes. What was the idiot boy thinking? All of a sudden, he was on Hirocho, swinging with reckless abandon. Hirocho futilely struggled to protect himself from the raining blows, but in mere seconds he was down.
“Cease!” he cried, but it was lost in the confusion. The boy had all his routes covered. Hirocho was savagely kicked in the face when he began to become extremely angry. He roared, and the ground began to shake once more. Rikkan was forcefully blasted off of his past mentor and landed a few yards away.
Hirocho gasped for breath. Reduced to this in mere seconds, and there were witnesses? Hirocho would not let it stand. He doubled up as pain stabbed into his chest. He would have plenty of bruises tomorrow morning, he reckoned. Hirocho found the strength to stand up somewhere, and glowered at Rikkan. At least, he could see, the boy was breathing heavily, but with reasonably less marks on his person.
Rikkan stood finally. He could see with distaste that his hands were shaking. He would have to exercise better restraint in the future. Rikkan looked at what his ex-teacher had been reduced to, and realized the full extent of his attack. He would have to call it off. “Give up, Honda. It’s over.” He extended his hand, as if to help him stand.
Hirocho managed to gasp out a single word, “No.”
Rikkan heard the decline, and he was amazed. Even now the old man would not give up. You had to feel pride for the old guy. He managed a small smile, but it quickly went away as Hirocho got to his feet. He was staring daggers at Rikkan. “Oh, crap,” Rikkan was able to say before he was thrusted into battle once again.
They kept up with each other superbly, considering what they had gone through. It was a deadly game of cat and mouse, as Rikkan, the smaller of the two, evaded the large swings of Hirocho’s club. The length of the battle was getting to him, however, and his stamina was wearing. Hirocho detected this and used it to his advantage. He swung more heavily, and caused the battle to go on much longer.
Finally they parted. Rikkan was dripping with sweat. His legs trembled with exhaustion. Hirocho saw it and decided to finish the duel. He assumed the necessary position for the earthen move he would perform.
Rikkan realized his plan, for he had witnessed this move many times before, often times he the target of it during training sessions. It was the Ground Shatter technique, and it was a very powerful move used in dire situations. For Hirocho to use it now mean only one thing: Rikkan was to not make it out of here alive.
Hirocho focused all of the energy, or chakra, in his body to his feet. He could feel the strength of his body fading and the immense power that now lied within his feet. He crouched down, and then with a mighty grunt he leaped into the air. Rikkan backed away and prepared himself for the landing. And land Hirocho did, with a massive split of the ground. It broke apart loudly and several crevices were lifted up higher than he.
Rikkan moved into action at once. He scaled the huge crevices, jumping from one rock to the other. Hirocho was moving as well, and they met upon the highest one. Knowing what the other was going to do, they ran at each other, their weapons meeting in the middle. There they continued their battle, with much swinging and grunting. Hirocho got the upper hand in the battle, however, and forced Rikkan back. Rikkan was eventually pushed to the edge of the rock and struggled to stay on.
“This ends now, Rikkan,” Hirocho breathed in Rikkan’s face.
“No, it doesn’t!” Rikkan cried. In one swift move, he moved under Hirocho and deactivated his Wind Saber. Grabbing Hirocho’s arm, he made a small whirlwind around his hand and attached it to Hirocho’s.
“Hey! What the–” Hirocho began, but his unfinished question was stopped by Rikkan, who was now behind him.
“Now it ends, Hirocho,” Rikkan said, and lifted his foot above the prostrate Hirocho.
Hirocho managed to see Rikkan’s movement. “Uh, oh ” he started, but he didn’t have a chance to finish as Rikkan smashed his foot into the back of his head hard enough to break the whirlwind and send him crashing into the crevice that he created.
The guards’ mouths hung open stupidly. They gaped at their fallen commander and were oblivious to Rikkan, who still stood on the cliff, panting hard. He stayed there for a moment longer, then he jumped, landing lightly near the exit. He took one last look at his past home for seven years, then, with a swish of his cloak, he ran through the gate that separated him from freedom. The guards made no move to stop him, and even if they did, they would fall effortlessly. Rikkan was going to his brother.

Hope you enjoyed it. Later.
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Wednesday, August 9, 2006

   Snap, Crackle, POP!!
My site is still alive, then. That's good to hear, er, read. Anyway, tomorrow I'm going to post the long-awaited third chapter of my story. Do you want a recap? Post now! Be heard! Make me stop using exclaimation points!!
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