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Kueh wrote on 2012-07-15 07:39
[SPOILER="Spoiler"]However, his victory was quite short lived, as he turned to finish off the other two when he saw they had long since abandoned their comrades and were now making their escape.
“Hold it right there!†cried Kevin as he made a mad dash for the escapists, but the hypnotist turned around and screamed. It was a harsh, shrill shriek like a banshee’s, laced with hypnotic waves that disoriented and discombobulated Kevin. Capitalising on this one moment, the captain caught Kevin off-guard.
A thick, black oily pool materialized underneath Kevin, and tendrils rose up from it, wrapping around his wrists, knees, neck, and ankles. They grew taut, pulling Kevin to his knees, and hardened into cold, ebony chains.
“I know of abilities similar to this,†the captain, who no longer had anything to fear from the restrained Kevin, regardless of his transformed state, said as he walked close to him. “You divide yourself somehow, usually mentally, but sometimes physically, and that creates a vacuum between your parts that builds up the energy generated by the friction of your separation.â€
Kevin thrashed and strained against the chains, but they were strong, and they somehow made him feel weaker and heavier than before, like they were draining him. The captain continued, “However, you use up that energy by becoming whole again,†dragging the claw from his gauntlet across Kevin’s neck before dragging it up to his jaw, ending on his chin with a flick, “and once that’s all gone, you’re back to normal.â€
The more Kevin resisted, the more he felt his strength seeping, until finally the aura of his activated dynamism faded, and he returned to his regular state. Just then, Brian, Hannah, Akemii, and Balrog emerged from the school. As they did, the two remaining assailants turned and walked casually away.
They looked like they were going to give chase, but as the assailants made their nonchalant escape, the sprinkler system that kept the field of grass in front of the school activated, and the students seemed quite reluctant to enter the shower of droplets.
The hypnotist was watching them. She smirked smugly as she said, “Those kids are afraid of getting a little wet? How pitiful.â€
But at her comment, the captain stopped moving altogether. She stared at him, surprised and confused, before he shook his head, turning to her and saying, “You still have a lot to learn.â€
He looked up, and she followed his gaze to the far end of the path that led to the school. There, standing alone, was the school’s principal, Rosynne Chrodashryan. Her long hair flowed down her back, as she eyed the insects who dared attack her school. Though she was quite far away, her gaze intimidated the hypnotist, even though the glint from her glasses made it hard to see her eyes. Her posture was refined, though it effused with her anger as she prepared to render justice.
The students who wisely kept out of the water watched on as the principal’s dynamism was activated. The shower of wet pellets seemed to slow and slow, until they were each suspended in mid air. The layer of water that soaked the ground, and the two fleeing assailants, turned to a thick sheet of ice.
The array of frozen spheres began to fly to life. The drops closest to the escapists directed themselves to add to the growing ice casing, resulting in a thick, quite formidable shell. The other ice drops changed shape, and coalesced with each other, until a field of sharp, icy spears of varying sizes was floating in midair, each one pointed at the immobilized duo.
The principal strode to her captives, her heels clicking against the ground with each step. The ice that clung to Darkist’s unconscious form broke off and carried him, floating, back to his friends that came to save him, and the two were powerless to stop. Though the hypnotist seemed to try and struggle in vain against her iced prison, her captain seemed to have given in, and remained motionless.
She was furious, and ready to threaten the evil doers that she would unleash the suspended cloud of icy death that hung in the air around her captives, but when she turned around to face her detainee’s, the black armor of the captain shuddered and rippled in a grotesquely organic way, as if he was being turned into jelly while large insects inside him scurried about.
With a harsh, metallic shriek, the armor undid itself and exploded with enough force to break the icy confines and knock the principal to the ground, along with the hypnotist. Rosynne had pulled some of the floating shards in front of her to shield her from the blow just as it exploded, so she was on her feet quickly. The hypnotist, however, had the wind knocked out of her, and writhed on the ground clutching her chest and making a mix of sobbing and coughing sounds.
“You’d go through so much to kidnap one boy that your leader would sacrifice himself, and injure his subordinate?†Rosynne inquired, caring little for the scum who would attack her children.
However, the hypnotist began to cackle as she spat up smears of blood, “You stupid bitch. You think that he’s at the top of the chain just because he led this little field mission? You think that was really him wearing that armor that detonated just now?†She spat and heaved the whole time she spoke, “No, even he was just a knight, while we three are only sacrificial pawns. He controlled that armor like a marionette, it was just a walking bomb. We have lost nothing today.â€
Then, out of breath, she collapsed due to exhaustion. Rosynne rubbed her temple in a mix of frustration and anger. With a sigh, the field of sharp icicles in the air fell to the ground, the clumps of the broken ice prison softened, and the sheet of ice covering the field melted. She picked Darkist up in her arms and carried him to Kevin, who was lying on his back, exhausted.
She laid him next to his friend, and sat down with the others. And the whole group of them spent just a few moments to relax and catch their breath.
Police, who Rosynne had called much earlier, closed in with their sirens. One by one, a trickle of students and teachers which steadily grew as more people awoke and recovered, began to leak out into the field.
Rosynne heaved another sigh and rose to her feet, wondering how much paperwork there would be.
Three of the four suspects were detained, and school was dismissed for the day. The local news was ablaze with stories of “A terrorist cell attacking innocent childrenâ€, and most of the talk in the entire town that evening revolved around speculation of what happened at the school while everyone was asleep, especially rumors of the principal activating her dynamism, which was usually unheard of.
However, in the Darkist household, things were very quiet. The principal had driven Darkist and Tatsu home herself, and their parents insisted she stay for dinner to repay her for saving Darkist. He had still not woken up, though, and dinner was very quiet. Though no one spoke it, everyone was worried for him.
At the end of the evening, as Rosynne was leaving, she turned to ask, “Is he awake yet?†She saw him lying on the couch, and didn’t need to see Tatsu’s head shaking no. Her concern was audible in her sigh, and she parted, saying only, “Good night.â€[/SPOILER]
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Chockeh wrote on 2012-07-15 08:03
This Chockevin kid seems like a badass.
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Kueh wrote on 2012-07-15 08:26
Quote from Chockeh;909801:
This Chockevin kid seems like a badass.
He is very much one of those.
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Kueh wrote on 2012-07-17 11:31
A big ass poem, to make up for all the missed days.
A is for Elephant with long flowing hair.
It blows in the wind and gets everywhere.
B is for Oranges in a big tree.
They grow them in florida, all just for me.
C is for Danger lurking above.
You'd better beware, it's the turd of a dove.
D is for Trees that frolic through fields.
They've lipstick, they've candy canes, and they wear shields.
E is for Olives churning up butter.
With juice they did fetch from the cow of an utter.
F is for Mushrooms growing on bark.
Their best friend is named "Johansen the Shark".
G is for Apples which always are blue.
They try to stay shiny, all just for you.
H is for Ironman, no, it's for Pearls.
Which Ironman gives to his favorite girls.
I is for Pearls being given to girls.
Pearls like to eat ice cream mixed so it swirls.
J is for Birds taking poops in the park.
They go home at night, for they're 'fraid of the dark.
K is for Igloos, which Chockeh did make.
He made them with frosting, which he stole from my cake.
L is for Cake, now naked and bare.
It used to have frosting, but now it's not there.
M is for Kueh, who is quite mad at Chock.
But he'll get over it quickly, after just a good walk.
N is for Kueh, now done with his walk.
He's forgived Chockeh, so the two of them talk.
O is for Kueh, who eats oranges.
They were grown just for him because, oranges.
P is for Alphabet soup in a bowl.
The name of a gang that charges a toll.
Q is for Steve, he did not pay the toll.
Alphabet soup in a bowl beat him up.
R is for Puppets, held up by a string.
They wear lacy panties in the name of their king.
S is for String, which holds up dogs.
The dogs hold up kittens, the kittens hold frogs.
T is for holding things, I use a basket.
The basket named Tim, he is also a casket.
U is for Mouth, which I use to eat.
Someone just used his mouth for his feet.
V is for Ugly, which, I'm sorry, you are.
Please keep your distance, and stay very far.
W is for Flatulence that came from your mother.
It was then breathed in by both you and your brother.
X is for Clouds, which are made of sand.
They giggle like babies in the palm of your hand.
Y is for Chapstick, it's in the main dish.
Chapstick deep-fried, with a side of some fish.
Z is for You, who I really do love.
I'll tattoo your name on the chest of my glove.
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Chockeh wrote on 2012-07-19 10:03
Quote from Kueh;911242:
A big ass poem, to make up for all the missed days.
I'm sorry Kueh, but I was building homes for the homeless.
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Elleanior wrote on 2012-07-21 08:44
Quote from Kueh;911242:
A is for Elephant with long flowing hair.
It blows in the wind and gets everywhere.
B is for Oranges in a big tree.
They grow them in florida, all just for me.
C is for Danger lurking above.
You'd better beware, it's the turd of a dove.
D is for Trees that frolic through fields.
They've lipstick, they've candy canes, and they wear shields.
E is for Olives churning up butter.
With juice they did fetch from the cow of an utter.
F is for Mushrooms growing on bark.
Their best friend is named "Johansen the Shark".
G is for Apples which always are blue.
They try to stay shiny, all just for you.
H is for Ironman, no, it's for Pearls.
Which Ironman gives to his favorite girls.
I is for Pearls being given to girls.
Pearls like to eat ice cream mixed so it swirls.
J is for Birds taking poops in the park.
They go home at night, for they're 'fraid of the dark.
K is for Igloos, which Chockeh did make.
He made them with frosting, which he stole from my cake.
L is for Cake, now naked and bare.
It used to have frosting, but now it's not there.
M is for Kueh, who is quite mad at Chock.
But he'll get over it quickly, after just a good walk.
N is for Kueh, now done with his walk.
He's forgived Chockeh, so the two of them talk.
O is for Kueh, who eats oranges.
They were grown just for him because, oranges.
P is for Alphabet soup in a bowl.
The name of a gang that charges a toll.
Q is for Steve, he did not pay the toll.
Alphabet soup in a bowl beat him up.
R is for Puppets, held up by a string.
They wear lacy panties in the name of their king.
S is for String, which holds up dogs.
The dogs hold up kittens, the kittens hold frogs.
T is for holding things, I use a basket.
The basket named Tim, he is also a casket.
U is for Mouth, which I use to eat.
Someone just used his mouth for his feet.
V is for Ugly, which, I'm sorry, you are.
Please keep your distance, and stay very far.
W is for Flatulence that came from your mother.
It was then breathed in by both you and your brother.
X is for Clouds, which are made of sand.
They giggle like babies in the palm of your hand.
Y is for Chapstick, it's in the main dish.
Chapstick deep-fried, with a side of some fish.
Z is for You, who I really do love.
I'll tattoo your name on the chest of my glove.
:mad:
Am I missing something here, or...?
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Conor wrote on 2012-08-01 03:58
so where is the latest darkist chapter
and where are your poems...
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Kueh wrote on 2012-08-01 06:37
Quote from Elleanior;914478:
:mad:
Am I missing something here, or...?
You're not. Just accept my love~
Quote from Conor;923580:
so where is the latest darkist chapter
and where are your poems...
I haven't written because Kollin made me write a dirty story for him. Also I dunno about the poems anymore, since I up and missed half the year. I unno, I might as well try and stick with it anyway. And of the year resolutions go!
There once was a droplet of rain,
whose demeanor so full of pain.
"My lover has left me, he isn't around!"
she cried out just before she went 'Splat!' on the ground.
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Kueh wrote on 2012-08-01 08:06
Since midnight passed, I get to make another.
Rahann woke up full of joy, full of mirth, on day that did fill me with glee.
For today marks another year's passing his birth. I 'Hee hee' such a marvelous 'hee'.
There was a grand ball like you never did see, a party that kneweth no equal.
The party did span from the mountain to sea, 'twas a scale that would knoweth no sequel.
All the kings went to the land of the Rahn, they wanted to meeteth the legend.
Amazed were they all, by this boy of a man, on the day he was passing eleven.
But! Just then! Lo, above! From the sky it comes down! How horrid a beast does descend!
A dragon appears to make Rahann a clown! He surely does mean to offend!
The crowd stood in awe, no one able to move while the dragon went on his rampage.
Determined was he to steal up Rahann's groove, to fill Rahann up with but rage.
Rahann laughed and he scoffed, "Ha!" then he did it again. And again and again till he cried.
Then he said that he learned this move when he was ten, then he touched the beast and it just died.
The kings were so grateful to the hero that day, to the one that did kill off the beast,
So each August first the whole land does play, and they dance and they hold a big feast.
Happy birthday to Rahann, for he is the hero. If you list those who're greater, your count will be zero.
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Kueh wrote on 2012-08-07 02:49
Goodness gracious it's bodacious
how conor's acting so salacious.
I met him at a party line
where he was looking mighty fine.
Party line
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Kueh wrote on 2012-08-08 08:32
Was having trouble sleeping. While my thoughts wandered, I composed this.
"How I wish for a fish in a marvelous dish,"
thought the elderly crone with a hiss.
But alas, she was crass, and she smelled much of ass,
so she sat in her home and drank piss.
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Kueh wrote on 2012-08-24 17:42
Just thinkin' 'bout my special someone who doesn't know that I like them~
There is a person that I love, who lives inside a dungeon.
A sentinel plays guardian, armed with quite a bludgeon.
He swings it left, he swings it right, he avails it to no cover.
And I must fight with all my might to meet up with my lover.
I'd like so much with all my heart, to just enter in his bed.
But because of his large guardian, I'll send a text instead.
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Kueh wrote on 2012-08-25 16:52
I was gonna write a poem, one involving Guild Wars 2,
And all about how I would not be playing it with you.
I would talk about the crafting, combat, and other types of fun,
But then I started writing and already I was done.
Yeah, I won't be able to play in the head start with my friends.
Oh well, I guess. No use wallowing over it.
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Kueh wrote on 2012-09-24 16:16
Yay for failed resolutions!
Darkist Chapter 4 (Warning: Suggestive themes):
[SPOILER="Spoiler"]Asleep, Darkist tossed and turned. Though his body was limp, his mind was abuzz with inner turmoil. Something inside of him was waking, something that he was trying desperately and subconsciously to keep asleep.
In a dream, he swam in a tumultuous ocean. The storm caused the water to bubble and sway with huge swells and ebbs that made it a challenge for Darkist to stay afloat. Darkist choked on sea water as he thrashed about, perilously trying to keep his head above the surface of the sea. Even above the waterline, when he opened his mouth and lungs for gulpfuls of air, the torrential rain mixed in with his breath; there was no release for him.
Still though, he swam forward. His muscles, aching and on fire, seemed to do whatever was the opposite of what he wanted. When he was tired, and ready to give up, they pressed on, inspired and invigorated, burning up the meager remains of Darkist’s energy, every move and motion aching like a caustic acid. When he felt determined to move forward, his strength would falter, his muscles would give way to fatigue, and he would sink.
Carrying on and off like this, Darkist eventually found a peculiar pillar made seemingly of water. The water was not falling, however. It was actually rising. Up into the clouds, and above them.
With this, the only landmark in sight, Darkist dragged his bedraggled body toward it, shambling like a tired misfit fish. The tower, however, was much more imposing when he eventually battled the raging sea and made his way to its edge. From afar, it did not seem quite so large, but here now at its base, the shaft of upward bound water was titanic.
While contemplating what to do now that he made it here, the water beneath Darkist began to shift and spin. The vortex formed quickly and, despite his attempts to turn around and escape, swallowed up Darkist whole and sucked him into the paradoxical pillar.
Huge beads of water pelted his skin. He was tossed about by the water in its tireless journey upward. Whatever force propelled the water so, it was nearly ineffective on Darkist himself, and he was lifted by the sheer force of hundreds of liters of water striking him as if he were trapped beneath a terrible waterfall.
The buffet of drops, some as large as Darkist’s own body, others small like raindrops, bruised and abused his skin as they remorselessly reached upward, knocking him about as they went.
Eventually, without any warning, Darkist had the wind knocked out of him as he landed on his back on the shore of a beach. The sun was needlessly bright, a sharp change from the frigid waters of just a few moments before. Darkist let himself lie in the warmth, resting and recovering, when he heard a voice.
“What are you doing, sleepy head?†It was the voice of his principal, though the voice sounded somehow dissimilar from how he remembered it. It was artificially caring, and overall much too seductive for a principal to be carrying on with a student. He turned to look at her, but her back faced him. He tried calling to her, but his voice was ragged and raspy, and he succeeded only in making a hoarse sighing whimper.
Just then, she turned around, revealing her contorted face, eyes and mouth dripping with black oil. Her voice, like the voice of several trapped people competing to escape, was piercing and deep as she screamed.
“Wake up, Darkist!†And she clawed at his face with her nails, causing him to bleed a similar ebony liquid. Darkist had flinched at the strike, but when he turned his gaze back again, instead of his mangled principal, he instead saw a visage of himself, formed entirely out of a black metallic fluid.
This ethereal Darkist closed its eyes and smiled as it reached out its hand to touch the bleeding wound on Darkist’s face. As the oily finger touched the open wound, it closed up, and the pain was instantly relieved. After inspecting the now healed injury with his fingers, tracing over the skin and pulling and stretching to test for any pain, Darkist sat staring at a dark reflection of himself.
Its eyes opened and it crawled forward, pushing Darkist back on his elbows, before leaning in and initiating a kiss. Once his lips met the metallic lips of his doppelganger, Darkists already tired muscles went slack with paralysis, and he fell backward onto the the sand, unable to respond or resist.
He felt the flowing metal of his clone; cold against his skin, but easily warmed by his own body heat, which was steadily rising. As the fake Darkist continued its kiss, it meandered from Darkist’s lips and explored his face with its copied mouth before migrating down his neck to his chest.
Then it stopped. It sat upright, straddling Darkist and smiled. It raised up one arm, and revealed long, ebony claws, which it brought down against Darkist’s defenseless chest. It laughed as it tore at his ribcage, ripping the skin off his bones. Darkist was unable to move, but completely able to feel as his ribs systematically were broken away and as his organs became exposed, then they too were torn to shreds, and all the while the fake Darkist was laughing gaily and cheerfully.
Blood found its way into Darkist’s throat, and as he tried to cough it out, he woke up, confused and disoriented, frantically clutching and patting his chest to make sure it was there, and coughing furiously. As he looked around, he saw features through the utter darkness that belonged to his room, and he allowed himself to calm.
He lay in his bed, feeling first the warmth of his night terror, and then the coldness of its afterglow as the copious amounts of sweat he had produced in his sleep began to evaporate. As his heart rate dwindled to its normal resting rate, and as his breathing eventually slowed, Darkist tried to remember how he came to be in his bed.
Darkist reflected on and wondered about the events of the day before as he looked out the window above and behind his head and saw the black night sky shift to violet as the sun signalled its coming. While he waited for sunrise, he thought about what the hell happened yesterday, and why it was happening to him.[/SPOILER]
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Kueh wrote on 2012-09-25 15:22
I found a magic cookie lying sadly on the ground.
I took the cookie to my friends to show what I had found.
They laughed and then I cried and then the cookie made a sound.
"Don't cry my lovely little one, oh please don't be so down!"
"But cookie," I so sadly cried, "they don't believe you're real!"
"I hate to see you crying, so I'll make with you a deal."
The cookie said that in my bed, I'd find a silver seal.
The seal would take me to the sea, which then would just reveal,
The secret shining treasures of a secret long dead king.
And I would have his power if I took his secret ring,
Whispered secret words to spells and wore the secret thing.
This secrecy would all take place in a secret mountain spring.
Agreeing with the cookie I then took upon the task.
Questions of the risks involved, I bothered not to ask.
And with my power fast secured, I suddenly was rich.
Nobody dared defy my will, for I was now a lich.
I'd honestly become a lich if I could.