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Post by Ursula on May 23, 2011 23:34:03 GMT -5
i want some! I have one for you! XD
One is being a Sinbad and Naveen one, basically it is when Naveen recruits Sinbad into the agency. I am going to be doing my own verison but i want to see you work your awesome magic.
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Post by Crona on May 23, 2011 23:37:39 GMT -5
^.^ You got it, dude. I'll get right on it.
Okay, no more requests for now. I don't want to get too many and end up forgetting some.
Requests left to complete:
Silver - Silver and Crona centric oneshot
Haley - Jade/Haley pairing oneshot
Sinbad - Sinbad and Naveen centric oneshot
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Post by Rainbow Dash on May 24, 2011 22:04:27 GMT -5
And now we have Sinbad's request. You can thank How to Train Your Dragon music for inspiring me for this one. Goofiness resulted, and I'm satisfied with it.
Let the Silliness Commence
So, the agency had just gotten off the ground. Recruiting hadn’t gone as smoothly as Naveen had anticipated, but that was okay. The few members they did have so far seemed to be enjoying things so far. That was all Naveen could ask for. …So why did he feel like things weren’t going that well? With a sigh, the Prince took his newsboy hat off and carefully set it down on his desk before putting his head against it. “Fraldy fraldonza. Who would have thought it was hard to get people to join your organization?” Naveen asked, not really speaking to anyone in particular.
A knock at the door broke Naveen’s concentration. “The door is open, Amelia.” Naveen stated, not even lifting his head from the desk. The door did open, as expected, and his right hand agent entered. It was then that he decided to lift his head from the desk, trying to appear as unfrazzled as possible. “What is it, Amelia?” he asked.
“Naveen, there’s someone here that’s interested in joining the agency.” Amelia replied. Naveen’s eyes lit up and he quickly got up.
“Achidanza! This is wonderful news, Amelia! Where is this person? I must meet them.”
“Actually, sir, I don’t think you want to. This guy is-“ Amelia began, but the sound of the window behind Naveen opening interrupted her. Interested in what had caused it, Naveen turned around and looked to see what was going on. It was at that moment that a man quite literally entered in through the window! The man in question looked like he was quite the sailor. At least, as far as Naveen could tell. The man certainly looked the part. As a wide, amused grin formed on Naveen’s face he failed to notice the less than pleased expression on his right hand agent’s face. “…Clearly going to make a mockery of this agency.” Amelia finished at last. If Naveen heard her, he didn’t register what she had said at all.
“My good man, are you not aware that there are doors for you to use?” Naveen asked, hardly able to stifle his laughter. This fellow was just so amusing! Never before had Naveen met anyone bold enough to not use a door! The man just smirked, clearly as amused as Naveen, and casually leaned against the wall of the office.
“Ah, but entering through the door is so boring. Entrances should be grand.” the man replied. Naveen was beginning to like this man more and more. Amelia, on the other hand, was not. “I am Sinbad, sailor extraordinaire. I assume that you are Naveen.” Sinbad said at last.
“That is correct. How may I help you, my friend?” Naveen asked.
“I would like to join this agency, of course. I feel that you could use a man of my skill around here.” was Sinbad’s reply. Naveen opened his mouth to reply with an eager ‘yes!’, but Amelia took that moment to pull the Prince away from Sinbad and closer to herself.
“Sir, I highly advise against this. He is going to make a mockery of this agency!” Amelia hissed, quickly shifting her gaze between Naveen and Sinbad as she spoke. Naveen was no fool. He could see the irritation in her eyes. However, that had never bothered Naveen before. In fact, it just gave him all the more reason to let Sinbad into the agency. Casually, he patted Amelia on the shoulder in a sort of reassuring way and moved away from her.
“My dear Amelia, I do not know what you are talking about. Sinbad is going to be a fine agent, if I do say so myself. I do not see any reason why we should not allow him to join.” Naveen stated, maintaining his usual goofy grin. Leaving Amelia with her flabbergasted expression still on her face, Naveen turned around and went to Sinbad’s side, putting his arm around the man in a friendly manner before speaking again. “I believe we can arrange for you to become an agent here. Do not worry about Amelia. She is a no fun stick in the mud and obviously cannot see what a good agent you will be.” Naveen laughed. Sinbad just grinned, clearly as pleased by this development as Naveen.
“When do I start?” Sinbad asked as he and Naveen walked past Amelia, leaving the poor woman to deal with what had just gone down. Naveen believed it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship, regardless of what Amelia thought.
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Post by John Silver on May 24, 2011 22:08:59 GMT -5
Poor poor amelia. Ce'le ve the french say. Nice job!
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Post by Wilbur on May 24, 2011 23:12:13 GMT -5
omg! this made my day, and believe me i had a rough day. I am still smiling. You are very good at making Amelia as serious as i remember. ^>^ thank you so much for this!
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Post by Maka on May 25, 2011 0:03:27 GMT -5
@wilbur - I'm glad you enjoyed it. I had a lot of fun writing that one. I can just tell Sinbad and Naveen are going to be best buddies. CX
Anyway, here's Silver's second request. I suppose this would be the third installment of the 'You can't trust him' series I've established going on with Medusa, Crona, Maka, and Silver.
A Bond That Never Breaks
“Crona, what are you waiting for? He won’t wait for you all day, you know.” Ragnarok nagged. Crona had decided not to move despite his partner’s nagging. He was nervous. Keeping in mind what Maka had said before about being able to trust Silver, Crona had decided to pay his protector a visit. However, the pink-haired boy still had his doubts. He couldn’t help but wonder about what Medusa had said once more. Crona believed there was only one way to get a real answer about it, and that was by going to Silver himself. So, there he and Ragnarok stood at Silver’s front door… and Crona still hadn’t even made his presence known.
“Maybe this was a bad idea, Ragnarok. Maybe we should just go home.” Crona whispered. He pulled his hand away from the front door shakily and prepared to turn around so they could leave, but Ragnarok had other plans. Before Crona could even react, Ragnarok knocked on the door with all his might. That alone caused Crona to yelp in surprise. What followed made Crona want to hide in a little corner for the rest of his life.
“Silver! It’s Crona and Ragnarok! Wimpy wants to talk to you!” Ragnarok called. If Crona could have melted, he certainly would have done so in that moment. He wanted to hide more than ever. Just as he was thinking of doing so, however, the door opened at last. “There you are. Could you tell Crona to stop being such a wimp for me? I would reprimand him myself, but I just don’t feel like it right now.” Ragnarok stated bluntly. Crona whimpered pitifully at that remark and shifted his gaze away from Silver. How much more humiliating could this get?
To Crona’s surprise, Silver seemed to be ignoring Ragnarok. The former pirate put his hand on Crona’s shoulder, causing the pink-haired boy to look up once more. Some of his worries seemed to melt away as he met his protector’s gaze. How could he have ever thought of not trusting him? “What is it that ye want to talk ta me about, lad?” Silver asked. Crona wanted to reply, but realized it was probably best to not talk outside. Silver seemed to have realized this as well, as he moved aside to allow room for Crona and Ragnarok to enter into his home. Crona nodded gratefully and went inside without a moment’s hesitation.
Soon enough, Crona was settled on one of the chairs in Silver’s living room while the pirate settled himself on the couch nearby. For several moments, Crona remained silent. It was as if he was regaining his composure that had been lost in his nervousness. Silver just waited patiently, seeming to believe that the question he had asked didn’t need repeating. Crona was grateful for this fact. He didn’t like it when questions were repeated, especially when they were directed at him. Finally, having regained his lost composure, Crona felt ready to speak.
“Silver, do you remember the other day when you took us to the park and we just spent the day… goofing around?” Crona asked. He would start slowly. Crona didn’t want to jump in to the fact that Medusa had barged in on his home and unnecessarily worry Silver.
“Aye, I do laddie. What about it?” Silver asked. Crona had to pause once more, taking the chance to draw in a deep breath of air and slowly letting it out through his nose. He wasn’t sure if Silver could see it or not, but he was trembling a little from the memory of what had happened that night. Crona was just glad Ragnarok had fallen silent again.
“…Lady Medusa decided to drop in for a visit after you left me at my home.” Crona said at last, dropping his gaze to the floor to avoid the shocked look that he thought might be on Silver’s face at that moment. “She didn’t try to kill me, though!” he added quickly. This seemed to have calmed Silver, as he didn’t go into the expected panic Crona had imagined. When Crona lifted his gaze from the ground, Silver made a little motion with his cyborg hand for him to continue. Crona just nodded to acknowledge that fact. “No, she didn’t try to kill me. Instead, she… told me some things.” Crona said quietly.
“What kind of things, Crona?” Silver asked. Crona could hear just a hint of anger in his protector’s voice. He realized Silver didn’t like Medusa, especially after he and Ragnarok had informed him of all the things she had done to him, but even hearing anger in Silver’s tone was still a bit foreign to Crona. So far Silver had been nothing but nice to him and his partner. It was as if Crona had come to expect that, and so it pained the boy to imagine his protector angry for any reason. At last, though, Crona shook away those thoughts and went back to what he had been saying.
“She… she said…” Crona felt as though he couldn’t finish. He honestly didn’t know if he should go on at all. What Medusa had said, what Maka had said… everything was starting to jumble together and it was becoming difficult for Crona to think straight. Silver must have sensed this, because he got up after a moment and moved closer to Crona and Ragnarok. What Crona finally said was barely a whisper, and he was certain that not even Ragnarok had heard it. Seeing the confused look on Silver’s face after he had said it made it all the more evident that his protector hadn’t heard it either.
“Could ye speak up, Crona? I didn’t quite hear that.” Silver urged. After another brief pause, Crona spoke again. This time it was just a tiny bit louder than before, but not loud enough for his protector to hear. “One more time, lad.” Silver said.
That was the breaking point for Crona. He couldn’t take it anymore, and his response just kind of bubbled up without him being able to stop it. “She said I couldn’t trust you!” Crona replied at last. The reply as so sudden that even Crona had to cup his hands over his mouth in surprise. It had startled him. He wasn’t used to responding so quickly to anything. Evidently, the response had surprised Silver as well. Crona could tell just based on the look that had formed on Silver’s face. Crona felt his face grow warm in embarrassment, which didn’t help his case very much since he already felt horrible about thinking he hadn’t been able to trust Silver. At length, a soft sigh escaped Crona and he moved his hands away from his mouth. He felt completely horrible from that little outburst.
“…She told me that the only reason you’re a double agent is so that you can further your own ends, and that you aren’t interested in protecting me at all. She said… she said that once you got what you wanted accomplished done you would drop me like a… hot rock. I… I d-didn’t want to believe her. I really didn’t! M-Medusa… she’s just…” Crona couldn’t finish his statement. Tears had formed again, and he was unable to prevent them from flowing this time. He had never felt so pitiful in all his life, and it was clear enough to Crona that Ragnarok felt the same way since he could see his partner covering his face in a sort of way that seemed to be saying that he was ashamed of him. Crona didn’t care what Ragnarok thought in that moment, though. He just wanted to curl up and die. But, he had come that far and couldn’t just leave Silver there. Crona still needed to know if what Medusa had said was really true. He still remembered what Maka had said, but that didn’t stop Crona from wanting to know. “She… she wasn’t t-telling the truth, w-was she Mr. Silver?” Crona whimpered.
What happened next surprised Crona. Instead of responding, Silver gently picked Crona up and took him over to the couch. Crona could feel himself being moved into a more comfortable position against Silver, and soon the man was settled on the couch once more with his arms around him. With a slight sniffle, Crona looked up at Silver once more as his dark blue eyes brimmed with fresh tears. What would Silver say? What could he say? Crona had just questioned whether or not he could trust him! What a horrible client he was. He closed his eyes tightly, half expecting Silver to reprimand him like Ragnarok would, but it never came. To his surprise, a sort of gentle laugh was what passed Silver’s lips instead. He opened his eyes again, and found himself faced with a gentle look from his protector.
“Lad, do ye know why I took on the task of being your protector?” Silver asked. Crona shook his head slowly in response. That had never been explained to him. All he and Ragnarok knew was what they had been told when they first met Silver, and that was that he had promised to protect them from Medusa. “I took it on because I wanted to know what kind of child could ever warrant the kind of hatred needed for a mother to want to kill them, and to do that I needed to meet you. From the very first day I met ye and Ragnarok, I knew this task was meant for me Crona.” Silver explained. For once, both Ragnarok and Crona were silent with awe. It had never occurred to Crona that that was the reason Silver had even wanted to protect him. “And do ye remember what I promised, Crona?” Silver asked.
“Y-You promised to protect us.” Crona replied softly. He almost felt guilty for even calling the bond of trust into question, especially after Silver had made such a promise. Silver nodded slowly, gently placing his hand under Crona’s chin after a moment and raising the boy’s head slightly so that Crona found himself gazing into his protector’s eyes after a moment.
“That’s right, I did just that. After what you and Ragnarok told me about Medusa, I would never break such a promise. No matter what she said about me, you can believe this lad. I would never, ever break my word to you.” Silver reassured him. After a moment, Crona nodded. That was perfectly reassuring to him. Maka had been right all along; Silver wasn’t about to break that trust, at least as far as Crona could tell. “I don’t ever want to hear ye asking such questions again, Crona. Do ye understand?” Silver asked.
“I… I do. …Thank you, Silver. That’s all I wanted to know.” Crona replied. However it happened, Crona wasn’t certain. All he knew was that soon he found himself becoming more relaxed in Silver’s arms. He went to close his eyes for a moment, and the next thing he knew he found himself back in his bedroom. The only thing that reassured Crona that he hadn’t dreamed the whole thing was that it was dark outside when he discovered he was in his room, and that Silver was seemingly asleep in a chair tucked away in the corner of Crona’s room. His protector was still guarding him. That was enough for Crona to become fully convinced that what Medusa had said really had been nothing but lies. Content with this knowledge, Crona settled himself under his blanket once more and drifted off to sleep again. He felt much safer knowing the bond of trust between him and his protector couldn’t be broken so easily.
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Post by Sinbad on May 25, 2011 0:05:17 GMT -5
you make me want to hug Crona, like all the time. XD he's just so cute. This one was amazing!
also..yes i couldn't agree more of Naveen and Sinbad being buds
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Post by John Silver on May 25, 2011 8:24:09 GMT -5
I'm so in love with this. This was precious! Thank you! ;D
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Post by Maka on May 25, 2011 22:06:13 GMT -5
And now Haley's request. My first real attempt at writing something for a girl/girl pairing, so I'm sorry if it's not my best work. It's also been a while since I last saw Jackie Chan Adventures, so Jade might be a tiny bit off here... and I'm also not very familiar with Haley. Multiple apologies.
Spark
How long had their little training session gone on? Haley had no clue, but she kept her eyes out for any movement against the dust that had been kicked up. Her training partner? Today, it was Jade. The young dragon girl scanned the area, trying to keep an eye out for her partner when the sound of someone scuffling behind her caught her attention. “Not this time, Jade!” Haley exclaimed before sending a ball of fire in her opponent’s direction. The dust had begun to settle by that point, and it looked as though Haley had had a clear shot at her target. Much to her dismay, however, Jade was faster than expected. Jade rolled to the side, avoiding the fireball with ease, and ran toward Haley without a second thought.
Haley quickly brought her tail up in a guarding fashion as Jade tried to punch her. She stuck her tongue out playfully at her partner, who in turn smirked a little and suddenly gripped her by the tail. “This is why you need to think before you make a move. Anyone could have done this.” Jade smirked.
“You’re probably right, but most opponents probably aren’t as puny as you.” Haley taunted back. Before Jade could question her, Haley flew up into the air with Jade hanging on to her tail. It pained her, quite obviously, but the little dragon was successful. Still, she hadn’t lifted Jade particularly high. She would be in no real danger should she decide to let go of Haley’s tail. In fact, Jade did just that. With a taunt of ‘see ya!’, Jade let go of Haley’s tail and landed on the ground with a thud. Haley just rolled her eyes a little and flew back down to Jade, landing by the girl’s side and laughing just a little. “You had enough yet, Jade?” Haley asked, smirking a little as she folded her arms across her chest.
“Are you kidding? We’ve only just started!” Jade replied eagerly. Haley just sighed, though not in a displeased manner. It was more amused than anything else. “What?” Jade asked.
“Jade, we’ve been at this for at least an hour. Let’s call it quits, okay?” Haley asked. For a few moments, Jade didn’t reply. Haley anticipated her partner to make some sort of smart-alecky remark in response, but she was surprised to find that Jade was, in fact, nodding in agreement.
“All right, I guess you have a point. We’ll quit for now, but I expect a longer session tomorrow.” Jade stated playfully. Haley giggled a little in response, seeming to signify that she would like that. Although no more words were exchanged between the pair, it seemed to be that they were in agreement. Haley returned to human form and silently waved farewell to Jade as she walked out of the training room. For several moments, Haley didn’t move from that spot. She kept her gaze fixed on where Jade had been, and let out a sort of contented sigh after a moment.
If Haley hadn’t known any better, she would have thought her heart was beating just a little faster as she had watched Jade leave. But… that couldn’t be, could it? It had to just be the adrenaline pumping through her from the training, right? …Or maybe it was just that there was something about Jade that made Haley feel different. A certain… spark. Whatever it was, she was certain she hadn’t felt that way when she had trained with anyone else. Not even Kristofferson. After a moment, though, Haley just shook her head. It’s probably nothing. She’s just a friend, after all. Nothing more. she told herself. Yes… Jade was just a friend. Friends could have sparks between them, couldn’t they? A special, friendly spark. That was all… right?
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Post by Sinbad on May 25, 2011 22:50:12 GMT -5
my goodness you are awesome! a genuis, how are you so good
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Post by Crona on May 26, 2011 0:10:15 GMT -5
Sinbad - CX I really don't know. I just like writing.
Anyway, finally we have something not related to Crona besides... the two things I wrote before this not related to Crona. CX Just a little piece concerning Ray.Ah Ain’t Home No More …That’s strange. Why do I feel so heavy? …Evangeline? Wh-where are you going? No! Don’t fade on me, darling! What’s going on?!The little firefly didn’t realize it, but his body was tumbling downward. From his point of view, which had become accustomed to the dark of the night sky and the beautiful view of Evangeline beside him, he was being abandoned. It was quite the opposite. Ray was taking his firefly form once more, and rapidly falling from the sky. As he got closer to the ground, he became more aware of the fact that his body was aching horribly. Slowly but surely, he forced his eyes open. A sharp yelp pierced the night air when Ray realized just what was happening, or at least began to grasp that he was no longer in the starry throng above him. Whether or not he realized completely what was happening, Ray knew he needed to save himself. Although his body still ached, he found he was still able to maintain some control over his wings. That was all he could ask for. Ray desperately flapped his wings, trying to stabilize himself as much as possible before potentially hitting the ground. Just when it seemed his attempt was futile, he stopped falling. Upon opening up his eyes again, Ray saw that his wings had decided to finally cooperate. He was flying once more. A relieved sigh escaped Ray at long last. Now he could begin to try and figure out what had happened. Despite the pain still flowing through his body, Ray managed to make his light shine a little. It was much appreciated against the dark surroundings he found himself in. Upon shedding some light on the situation, Ray saw that he was in a park of some kind. Not the bayou. “W-Where am ah?” Ray finally asked, finding his voice sounded very hoarse upon speaking. He supposed it was because he hadn’t used his voice in a long while. Then, as if the world had decided to just mock the firefly, rain began to fall. Peachy.Well, you aren’t going to get anywhere by just fluttering here. Find somewhere to take shelter. he told himself. Yes, that was the best solution to the current situation. There would be no point in just fluttering there, unless he intended on getting completely wet instead of finding out what had happened. Without any further hesitation, Ray flew onward. He picked a direction at random and continued that way until he reached a large oak tree. It looked welcoming enough. That was all that mattered to Ray. Upon spotting a small opening in the trunk of the tree, the little firefly flitted toward it and squeezed through. The hole wasn’t quite as big has he had anticipated, but despite the small size it was welcoming to a lost, confused firefly. Ray moved as far back as he could, shivering all the while from how cold he was and from the wind getting in through the opening he had found. The poor insect was absolutely miserable. He had no idea where he was, he was cold and wet, and it was much too dark for his liking. Even with his light, he still didn’t like not being able to see the majority of his surroundings. All Ray could determine was that he was no longer in the bayou he knew and loved. Fate seemed to have dealt him a cruel hand in that respect. He was separated from Evangeline, nowhere near Tiana and Naveen as far as he could tell, and on his own. Not a very good combination, in Ray’s humble opinion. “Well, there ain’t nothin’ fer it but ta get some sleep, ah s’ppose. Ah ain’t gonna get nowhere tonight. Not with dat rain.” Ray murmured as he cast one more glance at the little hole he had entered in from. Almost as if it was trying to prove his point, a bolt of lighting shined through for a brief moment. That was enough for Ray to realize it was most definitely not safe outside. Not at that moment, at least. Ray only knew one thing for certain as he found himself drifting off to sleep. He wasn’t home.
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Post by Sinbad on May 26, 2011 0:18:32 GMT -5
i love this
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Post by Haley Long on May 26, 2011 1:41:55 GMT -5
Aww, thanks for that one Crona. Very nicely done ^^
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Post by Soul on May 27, 2011 17:32:01 GMT -5
Hopefully this will be the last Soul Eater character related thing I do for a bit. I'll try to come up with something related to Lucky, Hiccup, Naveen, or Rainbow Dash soon. For now, have some experimenting with what Soul is going through because I am cruel and unusual. >:3
Dancing Against the Darkness Within
At first, Soul hadn’t noticed anything beyond a slight throbbing feeling in the back of his head. From there, it had gotten worse. Much worse. As the days went on the hold over him seemed to increase in power as Soul continued to struggle against it. Medusa was a powerful witch, there was no doubt about it, but Soul was powerful too. He thought he could handle it. He thought he could break free of her grasp, escape the Dark Agency, and find Maka so they could go home. Unfortunately for him, it wasn’t that simple.
He’d grown cold. Oh so very cold. It was as if Soul didn’t care about much anymore, and he hated the feeling. At the same time, the half of him that liked it was fighting his desire to stay the way he was. Soul felt more trapped than ever before, and no one was there to free him. He was alone. There was no Maka to encourage him. No Black*Star to pal around with. No Kid to compete with. Nothing but faint memories in the darkest corners of his mind that he was desperately trying to keep a hold of. Soul was afraid that, if he let go, he would lose the grip of his old self completely. He would become Medusa’s slave.
Fortunately for him, no one dared to bother him in the sanctity of the training room. Especially not at night. No, everyone else had left ages ago. Soul was perfectly content to do as he pleased on his own. If Medusa thought he was training, that was her own business. Soul used the time to think… and to try and get a better grip on his old self.
Almost in a contemplative manner, Soul allowed his arm to take the form of his scythe blade. No one’s keeping tabs on you, Soul Eater. Break out and spill some blood. came the dark thoughts trying to slacken his grip. A sort of dark grin formed on his face, pointed teeth gleaming in what little light was left in the training room. Suddenly, a sharp pain in the back of his head seemed to knock Soul free of those thoughts. A painful reminder that he still had something to fight for. No one heard his pain filled scream as he fell to the ground, changing his arm back to its usual state and clutching his head as he slunk down in an attempt to restore order within his body.
”I think you can safely say your first attack went well enough. But let’s face it, you picked a fight with a demon sword. Do you have any chance of winning? Tell me you do. Tell me you have a shot.” That was his voice again. His voice trying to talk to Maka as they fought Crona for a second time.
“Nope. Not really.” came Maka’s ever confident reply. As Soul writhed on the ground, the images became a bit clearer. He could see himself and Maka facing off against a temporarily downed Crona. What he heard next was his own laugh. He was laughing… but at what? How stupid Maka’s remark about their chances had been?
”How are you so smart yet so stupid at the same time, Maka? This is awesome! It’s official, you’re definitely the coolest partner ever.” And just like that, as his voice faded into the background, the memory vanished. Another thing he needed to hold on to. The flickering memory of his bond with Maka. The pain started to ebb away slowly, but Soul didn’t move. He couldn’t continue on like this. What if Medusa were to catch on that he was trying to break free of her grasp? It would be the end of him.
“I can’t just give up, though.” Soul murmured, panting slightly from the pain that had gone through him. He would just have to hope that he could maintain his façade of being her servant while she was around him… and while he was around other assassins. They would surely notice his odd behavior sooner or later, but for the moment Soul was convinced that he would be able to hide it. “I’ll just play it cool for now and go along with what they say. Once I break this hold she has over me, though, I’m gone.” he promised himself. Yes, that was the master plan. Soul just needed to bide his time and continue his dangerous dance with the darkness surrounding him. If he could hold out long enough, he would break away from the control over him and he would be free.
…Soul just didn’t know how long he would be able to hold out. His desire to hurt agents was growing stronger, and he realized this. Sooner or later, he would be sent on a mission. He would spill the blood of some poor, innocent agent that did nothing to him. Blood would stain his scythe blade and there would be nothing he could do to prevent himself from spilling that blood. He feared he would like it. He wouldn’t be hunting souls anymore. No, Soul would be after blood to quench his thirst.
“I just hope I can last long enough to avoid drowning in the dark I’ve been brought to.”
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Post by Wilbur on May 27, 2011 18:29:56 GMT -5
this one was amazing!
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