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I'm sorry.... *huggles*

[quote name='CaNz' date='21 July 2010 - 10:43 AM' timestamp='1279726998' post='697597'] what do you guys think... the only thing i really line up with is Inuyasha Fandom's post and that was just to get Blu back with our team... the rest seems flexible. [/quote] I edited.... I got confused for a second, and i put in Trin.

I didn't want to hog the spotlight on my first post, so I just went with the twins having one of their moments... As for depth and quality, I think it sucked because I had no idea what to post. I should be better later on, when our little adventurers have a chance to do battle.

I have a barcode. And I got it long before it became a fad. I want it removed now because it is. I'm thinking of getting a tribal tattoo to cover my shoulder.

Hump war????? Do I want to know????

Gunslinger Girl. Awesome anime!!!!

So glad to know I'm not the only one......

Lucas smirked as they stood to leave. "Sister, think we'll have any fun?" "I don't know, I hope so." Turning to the others traveling with Zach, they both flashed their million dollar smiles. "Zach, do you think we'll have any fun?" Ayeika asked. "You two are nuts." came his reply. They both laughed, and, like mirror images of one another, held up their forefingers and thumbs to signify 'just a little' while Lucas grabbed his violin case before heading out. They walked along with Zach and the others, everyone bidding the other team a pleasant and safe journey.Lucas and Ayeika's team one by one stepped into the blood circle, and were teleported to Zach's apartment. Ayeika stretched, and Lucas shivered. "Blech... I never did like moving about in that manner." "You're telling me..." Ayeika responded. Looking around, she smiled. It wasn't often that she had the priveledge of being in Zach's apartment. "You know, Zach, you should clean up some. The underwear on the sofa is a nice touch, though." Looking over to his sofa rapidly, he snorted after realizing Ayeika was joking. Lucas only smiled, shaking his head. "Une dame devrait vraiment essayer d'être plus élégant.." he said in French. [i]A lady really should try to be more elegant.[/i] "Je vais laisser l'élégance à vous, cher frère." she replied. "Après tout, tu es le seul qui joue du violon." [i]I'll leave the elegance to you, brother dear. After all, you're the one who plays the violin.[/i] "And you do opera." he retorted. Looking down at his violin case, he sighed. "I hope this will be enough to protect us. Demons never were something I've been too fond of." Thinking back to the fire, he zoned out for a few moments while the plan of action was discussed. Transportation was already handled, the twins kept two cars in the parking lot of Zach's complex, a sports car for them, and a van for buisness. Unconciously, Lucas was rubbing the back of his right leg, and feeling the marred, twisted flesh from his burns. The others still had yet to discover he or his sister's scars, and they intended to keep it that way. Ayeika noticed her brother's absent mind, and began snapping her fingers in his face. "Earth to Lucas...Come in, Lucas..." Tuning back into reality, he noticed everyone was staring at him. Blushing, he looked down at his feet and stopped messing with his leg. "Oh... um..." "Head in the clouds?" Trin asked, and Lucas's face reddened. "It's n-nothing." Ayeika eyed her brother, snorting in contempt. "Menteur." [i]Liar.[/i] OOC: Just so everyone knows, the twin have a bad habit of talking in French to one another and switching out with English randomly. www.babblefish.com is the website I use to translate what they say.

[center][i]A dark hall... spanning seemingly forever. Heavy footsteps pounded down it, echoing loudly. A panting noise could be heard from the lone and terrified youth running franticly down the carpeted path, past elegant and ornate woodwork. Candles lit his way, on large chandeleirs. A dark rendition of a classical peice echoed with the heavy breaths the boy took, like some morbid time keeper for the chase. Then an end. A large painting of an elegantly dressed woman seemed to signify the end of the line. Looking her up and down, the boy realized it was no woman, but himself dressed like one. Backing away from the wall, his face clenched up, tears falling from his eyes onto the simple robes of a shrine keeper, the robes the boy wore. "No... No.... Please, no...." Turning, he could see the dark cloaked figure approaching him. Stepping back, the boy's boot clad feet brought him against the wall. "Please... No..." "You're so... beautiful..." the figure whispered, the echo of it causing panic to set in further. The boy was helpless. No one was going to save him. This monster had already killed the boy's lover, so there would be no knight in shining armor coming to rescue his damsel in distress. "I'll make you immortal..." The figure said again, and produced a blade from within the cloak. "You shall live forever in a body of my making..." "No!" The boy screamed, and supernatural power flung itself up around him, the boy raising his hands into the air, then launching the power at the figure. Saddly, his power was not enough. The figure merely batted it into the wall, causing an explosion, dust and debris rising around them. the figure only laughed, now invisible to the boy's eyes. "and so feisty! Yes... How I love you, Saio." Saio bared his teeth at the figure. "You don't know what love is... You bastard..." Saio pointed blindly into the dust. "You will never have me!" "I already do..." With almost dizzying speed, the figure leaped out of the dust, and Saio tried to back up, but had nowhere to go, and nowhere to hide. The wall behind him ensured that. A sharp, peircing cold, and Saio looked down, slumping to the floor. He'd been stabbed. And now he would die, in the arms of a mad man, obsessed with what he could never have while Saio had been alive. Death sweapt up over Saio, embracing him with its cold grasp. Through dimming vision, Saio could see something glowing, a small figure shaped like a person, and it was placed before his eyes, drawing him in. Suddenly, Saio was adtift, weightless and unable to see anything but the beautiful porceilin figure before him, of a geisha in her prime. But, then the sensation was over, and he was bound within that cold figurine. Saio could only watch as his body was picked up from the blood pool in the middle of the floor, and then the figure he was trapped in be picked up as well. Bartholomew Coureisan began to whistle cheerfully, and took Saio dead body down several flights of stairs to a pottery room, and then outside and into the woods to a kiln that Saio could feel eminated a dark energy with its powerful flames, which would soon prove to be flames of both destruction, and rebirth. Saio watched as his body was stripped of the clothing it wore, and placed on a cold metal slab. Within the bodu he had now, he was helpless, unable to move, and unable to protest the carressing touches Bartholomew placed on Saio's now cold and lifeless body. "Such perfection..." the monster said. "So beautiful... Truely, It will be a challenge merely to emulate this beauty when I sculpt your new body..." The man laughed, placing his hand on the cold cheek of Saio's body. "So lovely... even in death... Heh heh heh heh... But not for long..." His hands trailed along the smooth muscles of Saio's chest, and Saio wanted to scream out, to tell him not to touch his body, but he couldn't. He could only watch in disgust and sorrow. Bartholomew leaned over Saio's corpse, kissing him deeply and passionately. Saio's own sense of revoltion and disgust bubbled up, intermingled with his hate. The passionate carresses, the loving touches, all of it made Saio want to throw up. Saio watched as the flames roared from the inferno within the kiln, and his body rolled into it. Saio screamed inside his own head, no one able to hear his own screams. With all too much of a sickening clairity, Saio could hear the bubbling and hissing of his body as it burned. Inside his little tomb, he could only sob in silence and watch. Then, the sensation of him being lifted brought Saio back to his senses, and stared into the face of his murderer. An immense hatred over took him, and the man laughed again. "My poor love... Don't think I've forgotten you, even with the allure of your real body... So sullied now, no longer are you the pure maiden you are so fond of appearing as..." Bartholomew's mouth curled upwards in a sinister grin. "It's something I've so relished to see for so long... heh heh heh heh heh.." Saio knew it, he'd known it all along. This was what the man had wanted, for Saio to be his. And now he was... and completely under Bartholomew's control. Saio's fury grew ever more as he was held to Bartholomew's chest, forced to watch as his body was turned to ash. Hours later, the fire out, the door to the kiln opened, and the tray with what had been Saio's body rolled out. The tray was covered in a fine, grey ash, the remains of Saio's mortal body. Bartholomew carefully placed the doll containing the real Saio on a table, and proceeded to sweep the ash into a large bucket, filling it to the top, careful not to leave any of it behind. If Saio had been campable of speaking, he would have been jeering the insane man. Saio had known this man for years, though he had never liked him. This incident, of course, only furthered that instinctive dislike. Saio had been rather feminine, and often enough, mistaken for a woman. Saio's powers were strong, and growing. This man before Saio now, had sensed this, and so desired him and his beauty. Saio had refused him, over and over again, though had been kind enough to try to spare the man's emotions, until recently, when Bartholomew had begun to stalk him, harass him, and even threatened him. Saio had had enough. He had come here to this place to outright proclaim that he wanted nothing to do with this insane man, and it had backfired, and now Saio was in this state, watching his remains be mixed in with something. In a sense of morbid curiousity, Saio watched as his ashes were churned into a larger vat, and water added. However, this was not enough, and fresh dirt was loaded into the vat by Bartholomew, by hand and by himself. He was sickeningly loving with the materials, and Saio knew why. Bartholomew was indeed sculpting a new body for him from clay made with his ashes. Indeed, this kiln was a devious device, and looking back, Saio realized that probably all of Bartholomew's henchmen were ressurected atrocities, much like he was about to become. Though something seemed off, like there was special care being taken with his remains. Saio watch as aa figure of vague human semblance was shaped before him, the painstaking care of it Bartholomew took was nauseating to behold. Saio watched as his body was again formed, and perfectly so. Saio glared at Bartholomew, feeling his porceilin body crack from the rage he felt. The sound brought Bartholomew's attention to him, and his eyes grew wide with anger and fear. "NO! You will not escape me! You will be mine! This body is useless without your soul!" Saio's porceilin face cracked even more, spreading into an evil smile. The crazy man screamed in a fit of rage. "NO!" He raced over to the doll, and picked it up, holding the sculpting blade to the doll's face. "You will not escape me... I will have you one way or another." Saio's rage grew more, and Bartholomew placed the doll back on the table. "You won't be free from me..." Bartholomew took the sculpting utensil and etched a symbol on the dool's leg, and suddenly, Saio could no longer feel his body, his rage had no longer an effect upon it. "There we go... Now.. you will watch me finish." Bartholomew went back to sculpting saio, smoothing edges, and refining features into a beautiful manly sculpture, though exagerating his more 'southern' features. "Now... to fire you up... and make a true work of art..." Ever so carefully, Bartholomew placed the clay body on a backing of clay on a board, though this clay was distinctly another color, and it echoed with powerful magic. After lying the body back on the slab of the kiln, Bartholomew worked on finishing the front of Saio, and then covered it too with the second kind of clay. "I'm sure you're wondering about the external covering I'm putting on your body... It will ensure the process is thourogh, and make you all the more susceptible to my power of control. And just to make sure..." Bartholomew picked up the sculpting knife, and slit his finger, dripping blood onto the clay. "Now.. you will be mine..." The body and the clay were thrust into the kiln, to bake to perfection. Saio began to worry, he wanted no part of Bartholomew, and at the moment he wanted nothing more than his demise, or to free himself of his prison. But, it appeared that Bartholomew would have his desires fulfilled. Saio's inner rage built up, and he could feel it pressing against the doll, being like he was corked inside. Saio's sorrowwed rage grew ever more, his despair encroaching in on his sanity, threatening to break him. But, Saio was not taken yet. He would be no one's little doll, no one's plaything. Saio's glass eyes shifted in their sockets, they turning to the mirror beside him. He did not wwant to watch his body be remade, he already knew it would be flawless, what with Bartholomew taking such care to make him into visual perfection. Saio's eyes, those within the doll were a pristine and pure blue, whough now they shimmered into the hue of freshly spilled blood. Bartholomew came over to Saio, picking him up and lovingly stroking Saio's face. His eyes widened when he saw the look of pure hatered on the pretty face, the eyes thaat shimmered with the deire to rip him limb from limb. "Oh...How so lovely you are while dressed in rage..." Bartholomew laughed, and continued. "It was that very fire... that indomitable soul that I had to possess. And now you will be... Now you are mine!" Saio did not respond, only glaring."So lovely to see the once pure youth so tainted by darkness...Oh, how much I've longed to see this..." Bartholomew began to rant and rave, cackling insanely. But, time only served to drag itself on, drawing closer to Saio's ressurection in his new body. Bartholomew delighted in tormenting and egging on Saio, relishing that Saio would be under his complete control, that Saio's indomitable spirit would be crushed, and of course of how bartholomew's triumph would be complete and total. "My finest and most precious treasure..." Bartholomew said. "Oh how I long to caress your flesh, and now I will... and you will be all too willing to do so." Bartholomew chuckled, and turned to face the kiln. "Speaking of which.. I think your body is nearly done... Let's pull you out..." Saio watched as Bartholomew walked over to the kiln, and opened the door, unleashing a raging inferno. which was put out quickly by a spell Bartholomew cast. Bartholomew pulled an olive branch from within his robes. Saio's hate dissipated paartially out of morbid curiousity as Bartholomew picked him up and carried him to the foot of the massive clay figure with a bare human semblance. Bartholomew placed the brach on the 'chest' of the clay form, and he turned to Saio, smiling. "Ready for your future?" Saio's porceilin face contorted into a plain expression of "You will never have me." Bartholomew closed his eyes, and began to recite a spell, with the purpose of ressurecting Saio's body. "Existing in this place now are uncleanable lies I wonder when it has begun How far do I have to go to see the light? Stars in your eyes Stars in your heart You will live in shadow of shade and commit eighth sin Unrequited existence will turn Everything into sin." Saio felt a surge of magic, and the energies of life itself surging into the clay. Saio felt no pull into the body, no gradual fading of himself into his new body. Nothing. Bartholomew would never truely have him unless his soul was placed within that clay body. So, what gives? CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Saio could hear it as plain as day, and to his dismay, saw a hand, and then an arm emerge from the breaking clay. Saio new that limb better than anyone else, it was indeed his own. The hand grasped the olive branch, and slowly, the entire top of the clay shattered, and from it emerged Saio's new body, though as of right now it remained a hollow shell. It stood, almost basking in the the mysic glow of life returning to the body. However, the glow faded, and the body fell limp to the ground. Saio looked on, as bartholomew hurridly walked over, picking Saio's body up by its long black hair. The eyes were a beautiful emerald green, though once upon a time they reflected the bright fire of Saio's personality. Now they were simply hollow, with no one home within them. Saio's heart panged, would they remain that way? Bartholomew walked over to a small bag he had brought over earlier, concentraating on the mystery, oblivious in his obbsession as he dressed what was little more than a life sized doll. "Strange... The soul isn't in the body... What kind of bullshit is this?" When he was finished dressing the doll, his attention turned to the smaller doll contain the essence of the real deal. Bartholomew looked on at the doll containing Saio, realization dawning on him, and then his his face contorted into a hideous expression of twisted heartbreak and anger. "You! You did this!" Bartholomew began to lurch at the little doll, and he suddenly stopped. Sounds came to Saio, and it was quickly apparent what was happening. Villagers were coming, they were coming to put an end to Saio's tormentor. They must have figured it out, they must have discovered the monster living amidst them. "I'll deal with them first. Then I'll deal with you. I have no purpose for a useless hollow shell of a body." Saio gasped in his own mind, and watched at bartholomew pucked him up. His touch was rough and angry, and Bartholomew snarled at him. "I'll make you watch as I kill them all." Bartholomew threw the doll, and Saio landed with a shattering noise, the doll's legs and arm had broken into peices far too small to be placed together ever again. Saio started screaming, but only to the unfortunate side effect of screaming inside his own head, where no one could hear him. He tried to tell the villiagers to run, but alas, the only one to hear him was himself. Saio could only watch and hear the villiagers screams as they died horribly, and in far too gruesome a manner to describe. That will remain Saio's own personal nightmare... Saio thought of the body in the kiln, of how useful it would be now, if only to stop Bartholomew. Saio found himself wanting nothing more than to be in that body, to end Bartholomew and his slaughter. Saio's mind reached out for the body, and suddenly, he felt himself leaving the broken doll, and racing into the body in the kiln. He lingered in front of the body for but a moment, all of his power surging and storming about the form of Saio's crafted body. It had stood, much to Saio's surprise. It reacted to Saio now even more, opening its arms as if to welcome its own soul. Then Saio became the body, it lifting up from the ground, the power of Saio flowing violently into it. The boy landed on the ground, on his feet and slumped over. Slowly, he righted himself to a stiff and rigid position. Purpose returned to the doll as the soul filled this fake body with a counterfeit form of life itself. His skin flushed with the sensation of being alive once more as body's stiffness melting away. Drawing in his first breath, he could feel the magic of Bartholomew's blood that was supposed to keep him subdued and controled, and it felt as if it boiled and frothed as it was expunged, thus purifying the body and making it Saio's and Saio's alone. The touch of Bartholomew melted away, lifting off of the body as it it were steam. Exhaling his breath, Saio's emerald hued eyes opened, he slowly exhaling as his eyes tried to focus as they shifted into a deep crimson. A heartbeat throbbed in Saio's chest for the first time, and with it all of his emotions came flooding back. With this, Saio's new life was consumated. It was real. He was real. Saio Cross was back. The screams of the dead and dying had long since faded off, Saio could hear none of them. All he could hear was a loud cackling. Stepping forth into the light of day, Saio could smell and see the fires roaring as villiager's corpses roasted, they no longer within their mortal bindings. Saio took his steps heavily, not even remotely concerned with stealth. His red eyes glowed with his ferocity as he came nearer to the almost overpowering stench of burning human flesh. Bartholomew wasn't even paying even the slightest heed to him, he was far too concerned with apparently trying to burn down the entire forest. Saio had no choice but to surmise this what with all of the fireballs Bartholomew was hurtling into the brush and undergrowth. he laughed and laughed, the fires roaring about him, and no one had been spared from his wrath. In the nearby clearing, the outskits of the villiage neighbouring Bartholomew's castle could be seen ablaze coupled with eviscerated torched bodies as far as the eye could see. Saio's eyebrow twitched upon gazing at all of this, and his lovely face became sorrowed at the sight of a burning hand-stitched teddy bear lying next to a small figure that had obviouslyi been burnt alive. Saio's gaze moved from the bear and its deceased owner to the laughing madman standing less than a mere hundred yards from him. Saio moved through the trees noisily, wanting the monster's attention. Anyone who hadn't already been killed might have a chance to escape if Saio could draw Bartholomew's attention. In fact, that was exactly what Saio wanted. Bartholomew finally heard someone approaching, though when he whirled, he didn't throw a fireball. "Come out, come out where ever you are..." Obeying in mockery, Saio stepped from behind the trees, his hand resting on the still uncharred bark, his eyes hidden in shadow. Bartholomew cocked his head. "My magic worked? Yes! It had to of! The breaking of the doll! That had to be what I had forgotten!" Bartholomew raised his hand, beckoning Saio come to him. Stepping from the potential shelter of the forest, he obeyed, walking closer to Bartholomew. His eyes never showed themselves, hidden in the shadows of his face in the dimming light of the setting sun. The dancing fires around them didn't help either. Stopping halfway to Bartholomew, Saio remained silent, not moving. "Resisting me? Saio, my precious, you have no choice. Come here, and give me a kiss..." Bartholomew spoke, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "You will kiss me like you kissed your precious Lucas." Saio moved forward, stepping ever closer. Barrtholomew began to laugh, relishing what he thought was his victory, that indeed he possessed the one thing he would never have had otherwise. But, again Saio stopped, this time mere feet away from him. Bartholomew's expression became confused, he didn't know what was going on now. "I said come here!" "No." "You cannot resist me! Now obey me!" "No." Saio raised his face into the light, revealing his blood colored eyes and his expression of dead fury. Bartholomew screeeched in rage at Saio's insubordination. "I said obey me! Obey me, you filthy *****! You belong to me!" Bartholomew clenched his fists, his own eyes glowing like ice in the twilight of a winter night. Saio stepped closer, and again stopped, but this time only mere inches from Bartholomew's face. "Kiss me like you did your lover..." he hissed. "Kiss me, and enjoy it. Do it now! Obey!" Saio smiled, and he looked up into Baartholomew's eyes. "You want me?" Saio raised his hands to Bartholomew's chest, almost lovingly, the flats of his palms moving up to Baartholomew's shoulders. Nodding eagerly, he placed his hands on Saio's hips, raising him higher to get a good kiss. "Then here's more of me than you can handle." In a move faar too quick to do anything about, Saio unleashed a powerful spiritual blast right into Bartholomew's chest, ripping him apart. Saio watched, smiling sadisticly, as Bartholomew was hurled away by the blast of power, a look of shock and dismay on his face. Saio's power churned and whirled around himself, his black hair fluttering about as it it had a life of its own. Cocking his head, Saio looked on as Bartholomew struggled to a kneeling position. "What... did... How..?" Saio shrugged. "Did you really think you could control someone like me? You arrogant ass, no one has ever controled me." Saio paced over to Bartholomew, his steps deliberate and with the grace of a dancer, Saio himself appearing as if to be some god of vengeance and death. "It is time for you to pay for all you have done... both unto me and the innocent people you have slaughtered merely for fun." Saio's eyes gleameed with a cold fury, and with the intent to kill without mercy. "I am your judge, jury, and executioner. Any last words? Final requests?" Bartholomew bared his teeth, seething in pain and hate. "How dare you resist me... How dare you disobey me... How dare you not be MINE!?" Bartholomew screamed with all his might, his eyes blind with the rage of knowing that which he desired would never be his, even in death. Saio didn't even acknowledge the question. "Really? None? How sad." Saio raises his palm to the bastard, the fingers splayed out like a star fish. "Now say good-bye to life, and hello to the devil for me." Saio did not even smile, this gave him no satisfaction what so ever. "Tell him I'll be there soon, to join you." Saio's words are but a cruel joke to torment someone he despised with all his heart and soul. Bartholomew snarled, and Saio unleashed another blast of raw power, listening to Bartholomew scream as he was ripped apart by it, and then incinerated to nothing. Saio looked on at his work, his face showing no amount of pity or pleasure. Saio turned his gaze to the burning houses, and then to the weather brewing overhead. Rain would be comming soon. But it was all too clear that this carnage would never be washed away. To Saio, he already knew he would encounter far more scenes like this in his coming life... and for how ever long it would be. Saio turned away from the scene, and began walking through the forest to Bartholomew's castle. For now, it would serve him well, though possibly too well. Mortals could be so blind sometimes... And Saio knew from experience. Walking back to the kiln, he gazed at it, before watching it crumble to the ground into dust, the eminated energies now dissipated, the worker of them now dead. Saio shrugged, and returned to the long stairwell that had brought him here while trapped within the doll. Too bad Saio held no desire to remember those moments. It seemed to take an eternity to emerge back into the castle, as the servants toiled away at keeping the entire premesis spotless. They still followed their orders given to them by their previous master, and paid no attention to him. Saio, when he had been human, had thought Bartholomew's servants were simply all drug addicts, though even still, nothing had seemed quite right even if one thought that. Their eyes had been too hollow, like no one was home. That in and of itself could have been any number of drugs, but there was more to it. Saio, on the single occassion he had been to the castle before, had felt like nothing was normal there. No true sense of life could be felt within the castle walls, and now that Saio himself was no longer human, the sensation was stronger than ever. Saio could sense these people were in bodies like him, though they housed no true soul. They were simple golems, made in a fashion similar to how he had been in this body. Because that's the case, they would be simple enough to manipulate. Saio ventured through the castle, no longer fearing anyone who might be here. No one here held the power to resist him, and so it would remain that way. Saio began to feel faint, so he proceeded to mve to the elaborate living room where Bartholomew had begun his assult on the boy. In the corners of Saio's vision, something seemed to shimmer there, beckoning him. Saio observed the shimmering mass, as it writhed and floated to him. Ever so slowly, it began to take form, becoming what appeaared to be a mix between a fish and a snake. It floated nearer, making no motions to harm Saio. Dream-like visages began to seep into Saio's mind, like knowledge entering into a young mind. Reaching out, the creature came nearer, allowing Saio to stroke the forebridge of its nose. It made no attept to strike him, though it seemed to fill Saio's head with knowledge of the creature, what it did, and how it would serve him faithfully. Saio's brow furrowed, not understanding any of what was happpening at this moment. From what he could understand, his existance itself had spurned this creature, creating it with his death. Saio's eyes widen suddenly, as realization of what the creature did drifted into his mind. Souls... soul collecting... For him. To keep him alive and walking this mortal coil. Saio's hand withdrew from the creature, his eyes stinging with the tears he struggled to keep in check. "So this is what I've become. A monster to feast upon the souls of the dead?" Turning, he looked on the maid cleaning up the curio cabinet across the room, pondering why she didn't have to do the same as he. Of course, it didn't matter, he would never know the answer. Clenching his fist, Saio's power reached out to her, and he spoke in sorrow. "who would want to be nothing but a doll and a servant, even in death?" Raising his hand, the maid turned to him seemingly in response. her face cracked as Saio's power began to work itself into her, as she was set free. A smile played on her lips, thanking Saio silently. Slowly, deep cracks appeared on her skin, and peices began to fall from her to the carpet. She shattered, falling to peices at the spot where she stood. Saio sighed, feeling better now, having seen that smile, that feeling of peace written across her face, her broken soul returning to the afterlife. A bright, glowong orb began to drift from the broken doll, and the soul collector drifted over to seize it in the grasp of the six spindly legs it possessed. The soul of the departed absorbed into Saio's body easily, though, it didn't disipate, it merely filled his body with a more animate sense of power, with life that he couldn't have. The energy of the soul revitalized him, and he sighed. Of course, this power was only borrowed time, he would have to find course for it soon enough. Looking around him, it wasn't hard to realize it. Bartholomew had been the lowest link on the food chain, Saio knew very well that he would have his work cut out for him, that he would know peace only after he had dealt with those who would continue their work and purpose, though at the moment Saio didn't know quite what that was. He would hunt them. He would bring them to their knees. And he would kill them. Soon enough, his enemies would very well know who he was, and they would come to him like pigs to slaughter. ------------------------------- A woman stands atop a solitary structure, her face parially obscured by her flowing ringlets of darkest raven hue. In the distance, she could see the lights of a mideval metropolitan city. Corrupt, evil, and bound to the fate of that which she would bring upon them. Behind her, an ancient stone gateway leading into the tower chambers. It loomed over her, dark and foreboding. The Blood Queen, as she would come to be known stood on the threshold of destiny itself. Innocent people would die because of her choice to purify the lands over which she had fought so hard to save from the tyranical government before she had rose to power. But... she could not stand before her people and ask them of their forgiveness. She could not give in, she must stand her ground. She had to do what must be done... before it was too late.... and at the cost of the light of the sun. However, she was not forsaking her people. The undead menace that plagued her people must come to an end. Her black corsetted dress flattered her voluptuous figure, and the fractured amulet around her neck glittered ominously. The motif of a thunderstorm was emblazoned upon it. The dimming light of the setting sun seemed to bear no effect on the sheen, and she grasped it with her eyes closed, tears brimming on her long eyelashes. There was no turning back from here. On opening her chocolate brown eyes, they blazed with her resolve. She entered into the broad chamber, and looked around at the marble brick walls. In the center of the room wa what at first glance appeared to be an intricately forged metal grate. Within the center, lied the other half of the amulet she bore in her hand. With a deep breath, she Removed the chain from her pendant, and placed it within the center alongside its counterpart. Turning the peices together, the grate began to fold into itself, and disappeared into the surrounding floor. Rising up on a pedestal was a book or ancient origins, one even she did not know where it came from or who was the author. It was a spellbook, one of which was unique in every aspect, and dedicated to the fighting of the same evils the Queen herself stood too against. Reading the book, she looked over the illustrations, that which would happen if she continued on her present path. The lands would remain fertile... though the warm kiss of the sunlight would never again reach the hills and valleys of her beloved homeland. Nature itself would change if she cast the spell. With one final breath, she begane to recite the words of the spell, and from the metal grating came a pale glow of pale hue, shimmering irridescently. Symbols began to appear on the flooring, ancient and without meaning to those who could not comprehend them. The Queen finished her task, and looked to the sky outside, venturing again onto the terrace of the tower in which she stood. Towering thunderclouds were manifesting above her, and soon she watched with a smile as the dying rays of the sun were snuffed out for what would be eternity above her lands. Footsteps sounded behind her. Her releived smiled turned to one of contempt and superiority. "I thought I smelled decay." She smirked and turned to face her enemy. "Foolish girl... You will die for what you have done." he snarled, his pale and pointed face contorted into one of fury. "You seem to be angry, good sir." "Die!" He moved with startling speed, flying at her with all of his anger, to peirce her heart. As she died on the cold stone floor, she laughed at him. "The spell is permanent now. Never again will your kind plague my people." The Queen died laughing in the arms of her murder, enjoying to her last breath his fury at having sealed away this land from the forces of he and his undead breatheren. [/i][/center] The year 2012 did indeed prove to be a year of change. Technology took a backseat to magic again reviving, though both now exist in peace and equal measure, though these two in conjunction proved to be the damnation of humanity. New York, with its towering skyscrapers, lies haphazard, the buildings jutting out of the waters of the Atlantic in random angles or they having collapsed. Paris, the city of love, lies abandoned and ruined. Tokyo and Kyoto, with their many beautiful landmarks is now a collapsed nightmareish ruin amid the waves of the Pacific. Much of mankind's great cities have been reduced to this state, great testiments to humanity's history and former greatness. But, this does not mean these once great cities are uninhabited. Humanity has not been wiped out, and now tries to renew itself. Mankind's plight is not yet over. Powerful forces march across the land now to conquer all that remains. Undeath and Deathless have surfaced readily, with undeath being quite the problem. Undeath is merely a mockery of live, these creatures animated by negative energy, while Deathless have rose to combat it, these creatures merely staving of death, and animated by positive energy, the essence of life itself. Will you rise to face your destiny? Or will you cower and run away from it? Alright, you play in a neo apocalyptic world, where humanity struggles to restore itself and survive against this new onslaught against it. Magic and Technology have surpassed what we thought possible centuries ago. For some reason, your character feels compelled to journey to the ruins of Chicago, whether from receiving visions of some kind of being told to journey there. Here is the sign up sheet: Name (please have a name that is realatively close to something from your country of origin. also, please, not everyone should be from Japan or the USA or anything like that. Spread it out please.) Hails: (country of origin) Age: (no younger than 10, no older than 150 if a deathless character) Occupation: Just what is it you do? Are you a mercenary, a medic, a demon hunter, an explorer, a historian, or a number of other things? Classification: Are you a fighter of some kind or a spellcaster of some kind? Weapons/Specialty Attacks: What weapons does your character weild? What is something unique only to your character? Talents: What talents does your character have? Can you pick locks with ease? Can you sense the paranormal? Personality: What's your character like mentally? History: DETAILED PLEASE! What has happened in your past? What drives you?

So... I've only ever been to one anime convention.... it sucked. However... I haven't been to any of the big ones, so I know they can't all suck. Anyway, onto my point. Am I the only one who ever dressed as their own characters from the comics/manga of personal work?

I've been here since 2002... i think...... but i can't remember. and i've always had the same name.

It may not be as epic as some of the others.... but I always loved the line that Lia says when taking over her brother.... Deliver my soul. Put them in fear O' Lord. That the nations may know themselves as men. In the beginning was The Word. Deliver my soul. The Lord brings my soul out of trouble He cuts off mine enemies And Destroys all those who afflict my soul. In the name of that truth and loyalty I shall take my vengeance. AWESOME!

I <3 Harley Quinn..... I mean come on, she's just awesome!

Miley Cirus.... DEATH TO THE DISNEY WHORE! I'm sorry, but I just can't stand her. I want to kick her ass of the planet, along with several other starlets. It's all crap nowadays.... Now... Within Temptation.... or Nightwish..... that's music.

Okay... i posted a sign up, but i'm not too clear on how long the PIT organization has been around. Can you tell me please? I assumed it has been around for about five years at least... was I correct in my assumption? Also, I think the pet thing is cool, though Ayeika and Lucas will pass. For them, it's more of a hinderence than a blessing.

Honestly...[spoiler] Elsa's[/spoiler] death in the [spoiler]Gunslinger Girl[/spoiler] series was the saddest death ever. [spoiler]The emotional attachment that poor little girl had to a guy who would NEVER give two flying fu@#s about her.... even though she would have died for him....[/spoiler] I felt so horrible for her. also...beeswax injection of random happiness.

I recently purchased the first part, and wow... it's so different! and I know know who Elsa is! Her death was so sad....

Sounds interesting. if it's not too late, I'd like to join as well. I've been away due to buisiness with school, and all my RPs died... If i need to change anything, or if it's over the top, let me know and i'll change it. Name: Lucas and Ayeika DuVaull Age: 23 Gender: Lucas is a male, Ayeika is a female Personality: Lucas and Ayeika are quite the chaotic pair of twins, though this sense of chaos within them is often confused with them being insane. Their personalities are quite similar, with Ayeika being the more confrontational. Despite this, the two of them are inseperable, with Lucas being quite protective of his younger sister. They're both bright, intelligent, and often some of the more intuitive of the P.I.T. members. Ayeika is more jeuvenile, Lucas more mature. However, when either one of them go on a rampage (so to speak) the other is the only one to bring them back to their senses. While having a taste for the finer things in life, they have no problems getting their hands dirty if they feel the people they are helping are deserving of it. Appearence: Ayeika stands in at 5'6" with her brother being three inches taller. Their faces are identical, with features described as 'aristocratic'. They are blonde, with Lucas wearing his hair in a ponytail, and Ayeika's being shoulder length. Their eyes are teal, reflecting their indomitable wills. Lucas usually wears long sleeved button up dress shirts and jeans, with a spiked bracelet. Ayeika usually wears something similar, though also wearing a studded leather collar as well. They both hold slender frames, though their muscle tone it evident when they are showing off skin. However, when doing so they reveal terrible scars, given to them from a multitude of means. The most prominent of these scars are from burns they sustained several years ago, covering the two's legs and bits of their backs. PIT History: Lucas and Ayeika learned of PIT while living at their villa in southern France, only a few months after having moved there from their home in Paris, this event coinciding with the burns they received. While online, they came upon the website for the PIT organization. When they had received their burns, and because of events after, they had decided to combat the forces of the darkness, and this PIT struck their fancy as a means to do so. They of course talked it over, and decided to use their wealth and influence to not only learn more about it, but also to give monetary support anonomously. Lucas and Ayeika have only been just now formally inducted, though they have been observing the small organization for some time now, as well as aided the various members in incidents past, in part thanks to their immense ammount of money. They have remained up until now simply mysterious figures that appear to observe, though have made no attempt to ever hide their intentions of aiding those who need their help. The reason they were allowed at all into the organization was their apptitude for casting various spells, and their own abilities..... Powers/abilities: Both of them retain a photographic memory, and are able to recite purely from memory all of the spell incantations and spell ingredients needed. for tasks at hand. They have taken numerous classes on psychology, sociology and the martial arts. However, they maintain a very unique ability, which is limited, but powerful. The Twins maintain the abiility to sense and see the supernatural, and through this they are able to influence it through the power of music. The power of Ayeika's voice and Lucas' violin, they can draw out spirits from hiding, or keep them at bay, depending on which of the two are the focal point for this power. However, any abilities these two have when it comes to influencing the paranormal do not work if they are not together, or rather within ten feet of one another. First Paranormal Experience: Lucas and Ayeika had their first experience of the paranormal at a young age, though they had only seen a woman sobbing on the front porch of their home. When the children approached her, she looked up at them, revealing the flesh that should have been on her face had been ripped off, and her midsection had been eviscerated. Shortly after, their parents learned of the horrible crimes that had gone on inside the home thirty years prior, the events consisting of a crazed serial killer and his victims. He'd had a fascination with removing the hearts and faces of young women.... However, time passed and the children forgot this event, their mother passing away shortly after of an illness. The next event that would change their lives happened only a few years ago, which would also give them the burns they now possess, and the drive to help others, as well as the awakening of their abilities. Lucas and Ayeika went to the local college, just any other day they had classes, and had come home just like normal. Their father was away on buisness, and their servants were moving about, keeping the house clean, and Maribell, the twin's nanny, was helping them with their homework. Maribell left the room for a few minutes, saying she had to use the restroom. But, the minutes ticked away into hours, and the twins soon noted their home was becoming more and more quiet. A sudden scream jerked them away from their homework, and they rushed to the door and opened it. What met with their eyes was a scene of carnage. It was only later the twins discovered that a disgruntled employee their father had discharged had come to the house and begun murdering everyone inside. Running to the end of the hall, they discovered the phone lines had been severed. Rushing down to the other end of the hall, and stepping over the body of their nanny, the two opened the door, if only to come face to face with the man who had killed her and everyone else in the house by then. He smiled, and began to advance torwards them. Perhaps it was then the twin's abilities awoke, because they could both see the glowing eyes of something not normal, a shadowy presence possessing the man. Lucas slammed the door shut, and screamed for his sister to run and hide. He barricaded the door with some of the furniture in the hallway, as the man pounded on the door, trying to get to their sweet flesh, to carve it from their bodies. Soon, the man gave up, though there was a 'click' from the otherside of the door. Lucas backed away from the door, and hurried to find his sister, who had hidden in a broom closet. Thinking they were safe, at least for the moment, they again retreated to to study, and barricaded the door there, too. As soon as they had, there was a crashing noise, and they knew the barricade Lucas had set up was no more. "Come out come out where ever you are, kiddies... I promise I won't kill you like I did everyone else...." They could hear him cackling, though they never heard him trying to enter into the room, but they did hear the door click. Instead they could hear a splashing noise, and the sounds of the man laughing and calling out to them, promising he wouldn't cut the brakes on their car like he did to their father, or brutally assault them like he did to all the servants. Then, silence. It wasn't long before they could smell something being burned. With all too startling clarity, they understood all too well what the crazy man had done. He intended to burn them alive. Hurridly, they moved over to the window, but looked on as the man brandished a machete, waiting for them to try to get out of the third story window. Trapped in the room now the twins could only fall to their knees and pray to be saved. Smoke began to pour into the room, thick, black, and choking. Frightened, they could only grasp each other and wait for the incinerating fires to consume them, of they to die from the harsh smoke. Ayeika sobbed into Lucas' chest, as the fire licked at the bottom of the study door. Being surrounded by books, they would soon meet their fate, it seemed. "Lucas... I wish Mom were here... And Nanny Maribel..." "Me too..." Suddenly, there was a sound from the door, and Lucas watched as the paint browned, and flames spread up the door, igniting the books on the shelf they had placed in front of the door. The flames spread along the ceiling to the other books, and then across the carpet. They watched as they were surrounded by fire, it searing away the clothing on their legs and feet. Lucas held his sister close, feeling the blistering heat on his back. "Come..." Lucas heard the voice of Maribel, and they turned their faces to see the fires had parted, leaving them both a walk way to try to get out. Maribel was beckoning to them to her. "Hurry!" The bookshelf and door that bared their path were now gone. Carefully, they made their way through the painful path, the heat causing Lucas' vision to blur. Ayeika stumbled, but Lucas had to get her out.... he had to, even if it cost him his life. Marbel's body stil lied across the hallway, though now instead of lying across it, she lied to the side. The figure that had once been Maribel now bore no semblence to her, nor was the apparition that had beckoned them out. Outside, they could hear sirens coming. "Come on... just a little further..." Lucas cooed, pushing his sister forth. On arriving at the end of the hall, Lucas yanked on the end of his sister's skirt, ripping off a section of fabric to grasp the door handle, and turned it. It opened, and they were again surrounded by flames. Moving foreward, their home in flames, they still could see the path provided for them, though it was growing thinner. They moved quickly, the flames searing their flesh. At the end of this hallway, they came out to the grand foyer, and saw the stairs were still intact. The stairs opposite them, on the otherside of the room had already collapsed, leaving a mass of burning wood around the room. Slowly, they made their way down the stairs, though halfway down they collapsed through the weakened wood. Screaming out , they plummeted down, Lucas pinning his sister under him, sparing her from the falling wood that tumbled down onto them. Rising up, unsteady on his feet, Lucas kicked the cubby door under the stairs, they had fallen into a janitorial closet. He swooned, and fell foreward, Ayeika screaming for him to get up, as the front door was so close.... Managing to get her brother up, Ayeika limped to the front door, clasping the locket around her neck that had once been her mother's. "Mother... please help me..." Suddenly, the front door blew open, landing on the floor in front of them and stamping out some of the fire so they could get out. Outside, they could hear shotguns being fired, the man had tried to insure the children couldn't be saved. Stumbling out, the children were dropped by a beam from the porch falling across them. After that, they both were knocked out, only to wake up several days later in the hospital, in the same room, to a woman and a man smiling down at them. "Grow and be happy, my little miracles..." They began to fade away, smiling. "Help those who need it... We love you both very much...I will always be with you." The woman and man were in fact their mother and father, urging to help those who needed it, as Maribel and the servants had for the two of them.

I return ladies and gentlemen. Let's have a Tea Party!

Basically, lighter model androids can make it on the stage, and those who are too heavy and don't look human have to take backstage roles. It's really up to you guys what you want to be. It's your characters. Performers are more than welcome. Let me reread things and make suggestions. I'll get back to you guys later on today.

Zeke smiled, as the performance began. He watched the faces of the crowd as the levitating platform rose into the air. The performers waited in their various positions, each dressed as a maid or a butler. they all bowed, until they began to move. far below them, under the levitating and rotating platform, slept Cinderella. It as her dream, and in she was becoming something more, as portrayed by the performers. The maids and butlers all began to glow, and then with a flash, they were all dressed in fine evening wear. The gravity distorters were working in overtime as one by one, half of the performers drifted down onto a miraculously forming ballroom floor. The sleeping Cinderella awoke, and her bed seeminglt melted away onto the floor. An orchestra, tuned with the performance began to sound, and Cinderella was whisked away into the crowd of dancing people. Zeke himnself stood above it all, his dark attire representing the darkness of her real life. He danced in sync with the other performers, merely something to see and wonder about. Cinderella was oblivious to him, and he never danced with her. Cinderella's dream advanced, and the platform sprouted, transforming from a simple trampoline stand, to having rotating trapeze circleing it. the performers made a beautiful performance, the elgance never leaving them. The prince arrived, just to dance with Cinderella. The people on the dance floor parted, making a path for the prince to approach her. However, it was not to be. A slight dinging noise rang through the crowd, and Cinderella's pleasant dream ended. A heavy misst rose up around the performers, as they each smiled and bowed their heads. "Cinderella! Get your lazy bum up here and serve me breakfast!"

So the battle system in this newest final fantasy is going to be like kingdom hearts? I would love to see this game, and to play it, if only because it's part of the final fantasy franchise. However... the last FF game released had one key drawback, which was the battle system, which I hated with a passion. I hated the kingdom hearts battle system too. If the battle system is similar, i might pass on the game altogether, simply because of that.

Zeke over looked the entirety of the grounds housing the Scrapmetal Circus. The Heifon Galactic Space Port was a wonderful and diverse place, the many different species enjoying them selves peacefully. Ver, Mysidians, Humans, and a number of other sentient species all laughed and made merry. He stood atop the Carnival, watching from afar, and ready to begin shooting off the fireworks to announce the beginning of another show. The fireworks would be shot out of a series of platforms mounted to the Carnival and all around it. The Carnival itself sat on a special landing platform built just for it, as the Carnival made yearly trips to Heifon, each usually lasting about two weeks. There were several planets they made stops at, and usually they made short stops at their home base on Teirilo between them to restock on supplies. But, that wasn't important at the moment. Zeke pressed the detonator, and instantly, fireworks zoomed up and began exploding in the air high above the circus grounds. The crowds shifted, and people began filtering inside. The performances they put on served two purposes. One, they were for the crowds of people who came to see them, and two, they allowed the rest of the booths and tables and smaller attractions enough time to reset for after the show while there were fewer people wandering the grounds. While it may have cost a pretty penny to gain admittance to the circus grounds, it was well worth it. The only other charges made while in the grounds themselves were the costs of food and playing some of the other games. The big shows themselves were in the price of admittance, and people were more than welcome to see the shows more than once. All in all, everyone loved the Circus it seemed. And not that Zeke was complaining, either. The Scrapmetal Circus always delivered, and always made a tidy sum of money, even with the costs of the productions and traveling expenses. Hundreds upon hundreds of people flocked to see the Scrapmetal Circus every time they made landfall. Of course, pictures weren't allowed to be taken, at least during performances. Souvenir photos were wold after every performance, each unique and of course broad in selection. Autographs were also given, the performers always made an effort to make even more of an impression on their audience. Life was good for the Scrapmetal Circus, and freedom a commodity Zeke valued above all else. The smiles of the crowd, the laughter of the children, it made his own existence all the more worthwhile. All of the other performers felt the same way, given none of them were the many species they were built to resemble. Machines.... robots.... androids.... none of those terms made any difference here. They all felt emotion, they all existed, and they were all capable of their own decisions and carving their own paths through life. But, being together, it made surviving much easier, especially with the military police breathing down their necks at every turn. Zeke overlooked the grounds now, and he turned to head inside to get ready for another show, this one being a rendition of a classic human fairy tale, known and loved by many. Cinderella would taking center stage tonight, and Zeke smiled as the fireworks continued to go off. They certainly knew how to leave an impact, that much was obvious. Hopping down into the open hatch, He wandered through the ship, heading to the backstage area, he needed to get ready, the show would start in thirty minutes, just long enough for the performers to get ready for the first act and the first stage to be lifted into place. It took a lot of effort and exact timing to put together the performances, and it wasn't something just thrown together. Months upon months were spent practicing for the shows, until every detail was perfect and on the mark, even the rigging of the various stages into place and the hologram projectors and sound dampeners syncing perfectly with the various performances they all worked hard on. Timing was everything, and even being slightly off could cost the entire show. A lot rode on them delivering the goods, so to speak. In arriving in the backstage area, one of the other performers sighed on seeing him. ?Already in your outfit?? ?Of course.? Zeke's mouth turned up as he looked at himself in the mirror adjacent to him. He wore a short vest that revealed his chiseled abs, and billowy black pants with wrappings around his feet. To complete his look, he had a silver cape. Looking around the dressing room, he spotted his half mask, which looked to be little more than a mirror that covered half of his face with a red rose painted around the left side of the mask on the cheek. He looked himself over in the mirror, and headed to take his place on the stage. The extensive holograms that many of the other machines had were more convincing than typical models, they were perfect. Smiling widely, he looked on at the faces in the crowd, he currently hidden by an extensive hologram. The show was about to begin.....

Alrightly... the desicion has been made. Cinderella it is! Also, the RP has begun.

I'm Merrik Duvall on both, though my GW account was closed. I'm getting the new trilogy version, and if you want to play with me, just search me out.