Mist

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by SS Vegeta [/i] [B] As for Mist, just because they didn't comment on what you said doesn't mean they ignored you. ;) [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] *throws joke book out window* I should really give up at this joke thing...:blush:[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] I have an excuse for my ignorance: I live in Arkansas. :p Seriously, I meant that I felt [i]safer[/i] in America then I have in other countries I've been to. (Phillipppines, Japan, and both Koreas...)[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] You're probably right. I'm not really sure.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by outlawstar_14 [/i] [B]Well it sure seemed like you were whining about yourself. Say what you want, but I'm leaving this, no time to argue with a self centered, smart mouth, brat. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] About me being a self-centered, smart mouth brat, I whole heartedly agree with you. ^^ Anyway, back on the subject, I think that it's a good show [b]for those in the age target[/b] because alot of shows these days contain violence, sex, drugs, etc. Sure, it's immature, but it doesn't make it bad.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by genkai_yyh [/i] [B] to mist: well, i think that a martyr in general is a respectful title, but context context context.:whoops: [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] It [b]is[/b] a respectful title; but the thought of making thses people martyrs in [b]their[/b] time was idiotic, to those who were alive during the time.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Dragon Warrior [/i] [B]Problem 2 You busy doing what you like to do when the clouds suddenly open and God looks down on you. He says "[YOUR NAME], I have a bone to pick with you. You haven't done anything nice in your life and I'm thinking of giving you a one-way ticket to Hell." Well, this is quite a surprise to you because you have always thought everything you did was good. That one where you saved no one from a not-rapid cat and throwing the feline into a fan was worth some points, wasn't it? God then brings down his hand, ready for you to jump on it and go straight to hell. What would you do or say? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] I'd tell him that I was Wiccan and walk off. (I don't believe in Hell...)[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] It seems, my dear Watson, you have an interesting mix in the making... ------------------------------------------ Name: Mara Heartlock Age: 24 Home Planet: Mars Description: Description: She has jade green eyes and fine, straight raven hair. She is very thin and has great dexeterity. Her skin is a pale white (Duh...:rolleyes: ) and so are her robes. Her hair is tied loosly behind her back with a leather thong, but often falls out. Personality: Mara is quite, and is dedicated to her responsibilities to herself and others. She is usually care-free and stately, and has a sharp tongue when need be. She knows what kind of person she is, although she is not an easy person to read. She doesn't trust people very easily, and her silence often earns her little respect. But when pushed, Mara is not to be messed around with. Short Bio:She is a senator of Laurexia, who voluenteered to act as the voice for the senate with this group of warriors. How she became a senator at such a young age only Mara knows, but she had always tried to serve well. Secretely, she had been aquainted with the millionaire before his brother's estranged assassaination. She had been engaged to marry him, but the marriage never went through, for he dissappered. When she had heard about the invasion of the outer planets, she knew that her missing ex-fiance' and the android invasion were connected, and was dead-set on getting to the bottem of it. Weapons: Bo Staff/ Steel Rod[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] I can see how some would get sick of this subject, but forgetting it ever happened isn't exactley ideal though. I know you implied that people should just get over, yet, I find it hard to just [i]get[/i] it over it. I'm honestly trying not to sound too sentimental here, but in truth, I'm just another kid in a huge nation that I thought was safe, and it was suddenly attacked, and the "safety" was gone. It's, I guess you could say, like a scar. Like, when your parents get divorced, it usually has a long-lasting effect, according to my Pshycology teacher, on the child(s). [/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by outlawstar_14 [/i] [B]Stop feeling sorry for yourself, you want someone to say its "cool" or something. You like it, fine. Others dont like it, tough. Were all entitled to our own opinions so stop acting like that. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] How utterly amusing. You took it as self-sympathy. I actually was pointing out some of the people's ignorance...[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1]If that's wrong, I think it might say: Jazz agers, flower children,, lost generation, beatniks, rockers, punks, nerds, hackers, lovers, genration X-whatever the designation, there have always been outlaws in our society who live in thre pursuit of autonomy. At times they were revered for their roles as pioneers, challenging the unknown; other times people considered them lawless desparodoes and a dangerous presence. Yet, it is only their exuberant music and an auotnomy founded to express opinions different from those of others that set them apart from the rest of society. The year 2071 A.D. That furture is now. Driven out of their terriesterial eden, humanity chose the stars as a final frontier. When the section-by-section collapse of former nations, a mixed jumble of races and people came. They spread to the stars, taking with them the now confused concepts of freedom, violence, illegality, and love, where new rules and a new generation of outlaws came into being. People referred them as [i]Coboy Bebops...[/i][/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by spike speigel [/i] [B]i really don't like that show. in fact, i hate it. But, that's just my opinion. i just don't understand how they can all take some spinning tops "fighting" in an arena(sp) seriously. and then they get all emotional when the tops are "beat". [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] Yup, I was definitly ignored...[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Hmmm...I can't believe I hadn't thought of that before! I feel like an idiot now...*crawls into dark hole*[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Dark_Apocalyps [/i] [B]Question of D_A [I]What if you break something in your house that your mother likes a whole lot! You're just cleaning up the mess and you hear your mother come in. What would you do? :smirk: [/I] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] I'd tell her that I broke it...and then run like hell. ^^[/color][/size] [QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Dragon Warrior [/i] [B]Problem 1: Your walking down the street one day when you trip over a gnome. You tell the gnome off because he's yelling his tiny head off about you using him as a speed bump. Of course, the presidential election just went on and this gnome happened to be the new president George Gore! You finally notice this and you do something that is TOTALLY you. What would you do? [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1]I would simply laugh at him. Gnomes look funny! :p [/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Why, thank you. I must say, I put quite alot of effort into this one. I'm glad you enjoyed it. I will be posting the next chapter soon. This was actually the prelude, so I'll be posting the actual chapter later on.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] OOC: Better get this thing going again... -------------------------------- Mara nodded. "I fear I cannot be there," she started slowly, wringing her hands, "if you are to beat Nilothakir, I must speak with the Chronois Council, and ask for a blessing of protection." Serenol frowned. "Couldn't you have done that while you were there in the Forest of Time?" he asked suspiciously. Mara seized up, her eyes darting to the floor. "Well," she stuttered, "I...uh..." Serenol seized his wife's hands. "What is it?" he demanded. She closed her eyes, and turned her head away, frightened. "I must take punishment." she replied hastily. Serenol suddenly let go of her limp hands. "Punishment?" Mara nodded. " For several actions against the council, " she continued, her eyes opening themselves slowly, " My first offence: Marrying without the consent of the council. My second offence: Meddling in the change of what will be legend and history. My third offence: Assualting another time mage." [/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Juuthena [/i] [B][color=deeppink] [size=1]ARE YOU SERIOUS????:wow: [/color] [/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] [sarcastic_tone]No, Juu, I just said it for your pleasure....[/sarcastic_tone] [b]Yes,[/b] seriously! (You were being enclosed by [i]walls[/i], by the way. ^^)[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1]Disclaimer: As much as I want everything to be mine, I own nothing. Isn?t it a shame? I own a Harry Potter plushy, but that?s about it? *~*~*~* Harry woke with a start, his breathing irregular and hard. He found himself propped up in bed, and sweating profusely. He wiped his forehead in panic. He shook his head. That dream?it just kept coming and coming. It was like a lifetime of bad crime re-runs, watching the same person, a person you know without a name to their face, die in your mind, over and over again. He had been having the same dream the minute he came back to the Dursley?s. He suspected Mrs. Figg had something to do with it. Whenever he was sent to her house, she acted strangely around him, as if he were as delicate as china. The Dursleys, however, hadn?t changed a bit. Harry was sure they had been informed about what had happened at Harry at school, but they showed no indication that they knew, or cared, for that matter. He ran his hand through his unruly raven black hair shakily, his breath now slowing into jagged gasps. Harry reached clumsily for his glasses on his nightstand, fumbling over other objects over and around it. When he found them, and placed them on the bridge of his nose, he felt a lump rise in his throat. Should he turn on the light or not? He shrugged, grabbed his wand from under his pillow, which he had placed there the second he went to sleep every night, and waved it silently, muttering. The light flickered on, and then burst with the amount of power Harry had enforced, and he was engulfed in the blackness again. ?Maybe a bit too much power?? he mumbled nonchalantly. ?Ever since the ?incident?, Harry thought wryly, of the Third Task, magic to fourth years and above had been permitted, in order to protect themselves. The Ministry of Magic had had a huge debate over this during the summer, and, by majority rules, many thought it was a good idea. Of course, student?s use of magic was monitored as it had always been, and had grown with even more strict guidelines now that it was in the hands of fourteen year olds and above, but there had been no cases of bad handling?yet. ?Not that Fudge agreed?bumbling fool?? Harry changed a lot over the summer, and he knew it. His friends had become a little tense around him, but cared about him the same. He knew that he had become a bit more cynical, and some feared that he lost his sense of innocence after his facing with Voldemort. He strode over to the mirror and gazed at how he had physically changed. He still had his scrawny appearance, but it was slowly etching away. He had become paler, yet remained tan, and a little taller. He had thought about contacts, but the thought of plastic or glass flung over his eyes everyday made his shudder. Glasses were just fine. He lightly brushed his fingers over his scar, as he always did, and wondered at it?s small, dull throbbing. [i]?It doesn?t matter though,? [/i]Harry thought happily, staring at his reflection [i]?because I?ll be going to the Weasley?s next week.?[/i] He smiled brightly at the thought. After the Third Task, he had been invited to come any time he wanted, whether Dumbledore approved or not. He had liked this very much, although he acted dispassionately about it. Ron had grown sick during the middle of the summer, and had resorted to having his little sister write his letters to Harry, and had even stretched to have Ginny know about his confused feeling over Hermione, as she wrote them to Harry. Secretly, she would put little footnotes at the bottom from her, personally, usually joking about Ron?s denseness, or something of the sort. Harry and Ginny had grown close over the summer. [i]?All right,? [/i]Harry countered himself skeptically,[i] ?not close close, but closer then we were.?[/i] He nodded, satisfied with his answer, and stared out of the window at the dark night wistfully. She had changed, that was for sure. He shook his head, and changed the direction of his train of thought. [b][Harry Potter?][/b] Harry jumped in surprise and fear. His lucid emerald eyes steeled themselves, the hairs on the back of his neck tensing; his fists clenching themselves until they were white. He became paranoid. ?Who?s there?? he asked deliberately. A ruffle from his bed caused his to spin around in panic, grabbing his wand quickly. The site that beheld his caused him to freeze in happiness, and mild surprise. He sighed with relief. ?Fawkes?? he asked quietly. The bird nodded softly. [b][Hello, Harry.][/b] Harry blinked in surprise. ?You can talk?? [b][No. I?m in your mind, dear boy.][/b] Harry frowned. ?Is that possible?? he asked. The bird shrugged, ruffling his feathers and landing on the bed. [b][I?m surprised you?re not surprised. I thought I?d get more of a reaction?] [/b] Harry shrugged this time. ?I?ve been through a lot, I guess.? Fawkes nodded. [b][I bet you have.][/b] ?Why are you here, Fawkes?? Harry inquired, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall stiffly. [b[You have been chosen.][/b] Harry?s eyebrows knitted with confusion, and sighed, exasperated. ?That?s happening too damn much,? he muttered, pushing himself of the wall, ?what exactly have I been chosen for this time?? Fawkes chuckled. [b][The Order of the Phoenix.][/b] Harry?s mouth twitched. ?And that would be?? [b][You?ll see.][/b] ?Great. Just great.? [b][Close your eyes, Harry.][/b] ?Alright?? *~*~*~* [i]Floating?Just floating? [b]?NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!? [/b] The young woman spun around and grabbed the other woman?s robes. The woman?s blue eyes burned with naked fear, her face dirty and and the remains of tear stains washed onto her face. ?You have to help us! He?s coming!? The young red head shook her head fiercely. ?There?s nothing I can do!? she screamed to the blue-eyed woman in despair, ?It has to happen!? The woman threw herself at the redhead?s feet. Graffiti skies? After several shades of brilliant green and red flashed through the air, the young red headed woman found herself in the wreckage of the cozy home she had just been in. There, the blue-eyed woman laid, blood seeping slowly from her temple. The young woman walked over to the bloodied woman, preparing herself mentally for the worse. She laid a hand on the shoulder blade of the figure, and flipped the body to face her. Only blue eyes stared at her. Glazed in silent death. Floating?Just floating?[/i] *~*~*~* Ginny turned her head half-heartedly to the clock, the pale face and hands empty. It was over. It was finally over. The frightened tears trickling down her face made her mahogany eyes sparkle with a misted magnificence. The girl?s ruby red hair was splayed all over her pillow, a great contrast to her white cheeks and sheets. She rubbed her eyes, which were darting around the room nervously. ?Fawkes,? she whispered feebly, ?I need you.? A slight red and gold shimmer started to float into her mind, an image of a bird gliding into her mind, hovered over her subconscious figure. [b][I?m here, Ginny.][/b] ?I don?t want to do this.? [b][You have to.][/b] ?I?m afraid.? [b][I know.][/b] ?Don?t you care!?? [b][Of course, but it must be done.][/b] Ginny sighed. ?I don?t like this order.? She rolled around on her bed, letting her sheets fall off her limply. [b][Ginny, the order does not control you dream intake. You were born as the Dream Keeper. That you will be. You are going to help the rest of the order.] [/b] ?But I [i]still[/i] don?t even know who else is in the order!? [b][I added someone last night.][/b] Ginny?s tired eyes hot open in surprise. ?Who,? she asked curiously, ?would join?? Fawkes smiled mischievously. [b][You?ll find out.][/b] Ginny shrugged, forgetting the converstation, and sat, running her hand through her jumbled ruby hair. ?I guess I will, but to the important thing of the moment. There will be an attack on the Central Gringotts Security Direction Center for the Cairo and Australian branches. They will be conducted at the same time; although the causalities suffered in the Australian branch will be higher then Cairo?s.? Fawkes nodded grimly. [b][And I?m guessing it will be one of Voldemort?s attempts?][/b] Ginny sighed her consent. ?Twenty Death Eaters in Cairo, thirty in Australia. That?s fifty, Fawkes. Fifty. Do you know how many people innocent and working for Gringotts will be killed next week?? The bird braced himself as the redhead began to weep. ?Sixty. Thirty men. Twenty-eight women. Two children. Children! Do you know what it?s like to watch children die, Fawkes?? The phoenix remained silent as Ginny stared up at the ceiling in darkness. ?It?s horrible,? she continued, ?absolutely horrible. They threw the children around like soft balls, and banged their heads against counters and registers, long after the children had died. The Death Eaters brought dogs with them also. You wanna know why? To eat the children! Those monsters fed those innocent children to those dogs!? Ginny gasped and broke into uncontrollable tears. [b][That?s terrible?][/b] the bird whispered, shocked. Ginny shook her head. ?That?s not terrible; that?s just the beginning. You must relay this to Professor Dumbledore. The attack must be known by him and Fudge.? She whispered, closing her eyes. [b][Can it be prevented?][/b] Fawkes asked, knowing the answer. Ginny shook her head, and broke into tears once again. *~*~*~* ?Wormtail, come here you worthless creature!? The squat man limped into the thin slate of light, the only source of brightness in the dim, empty room. ?Yes, master?? he whispered weakly. ?Has it happened?? The figure nodded, but was cut short by the flood of pain that shot up his spin like a sharp, thin knife. ?I want you to answer me, not nod your pathetic head!? The figure crumbled to the floor in the dull pain that echoed its scream through his dazed mind. ?Of course, my master.? A cold laugh rang around the room, bouncing of the wall and absorbing any warmth that might have been hovering in the dank air. ?Make sure the boy visits her and the family. I must have my weapon against the great Boy-Who-Will-Die!? Wormtail gasped his agreement. ?Of course,? he said, bowing towards the darkness in front of him, ?I will attend to it myself.? Wormtail turned to go, his head hanging low. ?Wormtail!? The short man spun around once again. ?Yes, Great One?? Another cold, empty laugh boomed around the room as Wormtail screamed in mortal pain, his very soul shouting as his body folded to the ground. *~*~*~* If all goes well this weekend, I'll be adding a chapter two...[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Hideki [/i] [B] Spikes original japanese voice is awful. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] Don't you dare say anything about my Spikie dearest! *hugs Spike plushie* I thought Faye's japanese voice was more preferable over Wendee Lee's, although she did an awesome job herself.[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by DarkOrderKnight [/i] [B]Awww, Mist. You make me so sad. ;) [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] I'm sorry you feel that way.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Mara decided that it was time to put the empty facade on her face, that was reknowned by Time Mage's. "If you tell us everything," she said, her voic void of emotion, "we will decide whether you are to be spared." Relee turned to her friend oddly, her eyes sparkling at her friend in contempt. "Mara," she whispered gently, "he is buts a guard. There's no need to be so-" Mara cut her friend off with an omnious glare. "He killed the old woman." Relee's eyebrows shot up in suprise, and suddenlyher eyes became as cold as her friend's. She grabbed the guard's collar and roughly lifted him to his feet. "Tell." she said coldly, deflty pulling a dagger from her wrist. Kain and Elsyan drew both of their weapons slowly, knowing that something would soon boil. Ryan shivered yet again, but took a step forward. "Mara," he stated calmly, looking between the two women and the guard, "Relee,Calm down." Mara shivered. "Tell us what as happened!" she shouted at the silent guard, as his empty, gaunt eyes stared back at her. Relee gasped as an arrow suddenly whizzed pasther shoulder, barely grazing it, and struck the man's forhead, and he slid to the floor in barren death. [/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] I couldn't [b]stand[/b] reanimation, actually. Linkin Park is losing the flare they once held, in my opinion. I can appreciate what they're doing, but I don't necessarily like it...[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] Bio: *points up* (Thanks!)[/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by cloricus [/i] [B] (My interest in the builds was there existence; I really don?t care too much about the people in them ? it?s sad yes and if I had known people in there I would not make a comment like that.)[/b][/quote] [color=crimson][size=1]You must be a very cold-hearted person then...[/color][/size] [quote]Now Americans talks of these countries as being the only ones that do things like this, but there not. So don?t put these countries down.[/quote] [color=crimson][size=1] [b][i]What[/i][/b] countries? We're putting the network of Alqueda, the Taliban, and all other terriorist groups down; not nations, bud.[/color][/size] [quote](You Americans sicken me in this regard, this is why I have no sympathy to you.)[/quote] [color=crimson][size=1] We didn't ask for symapthy, slick.[/color][/size] [quote]Oh and I was right, Osama guy had nothing to do with ordering the attacks. It appears that the group of people that did the attack where normal people living in Germany and they went to Afghanistan to learn about there culture, they visited a alqida(sp?) controlled refugee camp where they seemed to change there minds on some issues.. and when they came back they started plotting. Of cause no on at the time had any idea. (Source BBC News.)[/quote] [color=crimson][size=1] Can you provide valid [u]link [/u] of proof of that, please?[/color][/size] [quote]So don?t take every thing that your or any one else government says as fact, take it with a pinch of salt.[/quote] [color=crimson][size=1]My, my hypocritical, aren't we? You just listed what the BBC said as fact, and then you tell us not to listen to what others say. Pathetic... In close, why someone would come into a thread whenever he/she [b]knows[/b] that people are mourning/ discussing the event, and publicy dismisses the WWT attack as nothing, and, in turn, makes a complete and utter fool out of themselves, is beyond me.[/color][/size]

[color=crimson][size=1] I know this thread is fairly old now, but I want to comment. ^^;; I thought it was a great movie; alot of well-shown emotion, not to mention a great thriller-ride. I was quite suprised by the end though how it turned out. [/color][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by James [/i] [B][color=royalblue] We even thought of removing post count numbers altogether... [/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=crimson][size=1] I was actually hoping someone would, but I guess not. I'm glad we're getting the gallery back soon, because I can't seem to find a good custom avatar.[/color][/size]