Ray's Stories

[Ray]

Bah, I'm bored. So I'm going to open requests again. Like before, just give me a brief idea of what you want to be written and let me know if there's a pairing involved. And you may ask for multiple requests. Okay, have at me.

[Kimiko]

Yay boredom!

uuuhhh *wants to make a request but has no idea what to ask for*

I'd ask for something Chase/Kimiko related (what else is new XP) but I don't even know if you're familiar with them XP

[Wilbur]

okay i have three for you, you can pick

1. It's boys night out, and Jim Hawkins, Wilbur and Hiccup are discussing the one thing on their mind. The girl agents! Hiccup thinks that it is unfair that the girls are slightly better at the spy stuff than the others so he rants to them. It is then that Wilbur accidently let's it slip that he has a crush on Violet, causing Hiccup and Jim to tease him about it.

2. Princess Giselle catchs Flynn Rider, Tulio, Naveen and Sinbad gambling in technology room after hours, being openly curious, she wants to give it a shot. Despite Sinbad not wanting a woman in on their game, the others agree wondering if she could best them. Slight Tulio X Giselle

3. Some Naveen and Sinbad fun stuff! (with Flynn Rider on the side)

[Ray]

Kimiko - CX Considering I know literally nothing about Xiolin Showdown, that would be a very interesting thing to make an attempt at. But, I doubt it would turn out very good due to lack of knowledge about the characters.

@wilbur - You got it, dude! I'll get on those as soon as I can. :3

[Wilbur]

yay! i have been dying for some of these

[Kimiko]

Hnestly I'd love to see your attemt if you feel up to it. I just like seeing other peoples interpritation of them XP

If not I shall think of another request! CX

[Ray]

CX I could make as brave an attempt as possible, but I really am thinking it would be better not to. Only because of my lack of knowledge of Kimiko and Chase.

[Kimiko]

Lol, that's the only real problem about loving characters from shows nobody watches XD

How about a Marina/Sinbad reunion? Considering Sinbads app that should be entertaining XD

[Darla]

What about TMNT? XD

OK! I have a request! Can you do one of Darla and maka chatting about again?
Oh and one of Darla and Silver chatting about their protector/client. OK last one can you do one of Darla and crona and medusa threatening the both of them then Maka and silver to the rescue!

[Ray]

@darla and Kimiko - You got it, guys. I'll get on your requests right away. :3

Okay, no more requests for now. I think I have a good amount of ideas to work with now, and I'll get to work on each of them soon.

Requests remaining:

For Wilbur - Jim, Wilbur, and Hiccup's guy's night out
Giselle discovers gambling
Naveen and Sinbad shenanigans

For Darla - Maka and Darla centric oneshot
Darla and Silver talking about Maka and Crona
Maka and Silver VS Medusa

For Kimiko - Sinbad and Marina's reunion

[Naveen]

No, this isn't one of the requests. I actually haven't started on them yet, mostly because of laziness. This, actually, is a bit of my own version of the Soul and Silver centric story that Darla wrote for me. What can I say? I was inspired. I will begin the requests soon, though. I promise.

Truths and Lies

Okay, Silver, keep it together. Just ask about Soul and go on your merry way. Silver thought as he walked closer to Megamind’s lab. Naveen had sent him to scout things out at the Dark Agency again, but he was also there on a bit of a personal mission. He had managed to get Maka to open up a bit more around him, and she had told him about some of her friends. The one she had told him about that stuck out, however, was a boy named Soul. Her description of the boy perfectly matched the description of someone he knew from the Dark Agency. Of course, Silver hadn’t mentioned that part. He didn’t want Maka recklessly charging in to try and find out if it was her Soul. So, instead Silver found himself walking into Megamind’s lab. If anyone knew the boy’s location after hours, it would be the alien scientist.

“Megamind, have ye seen Soul around today?” Silver asked. The blue alien looked up from his work and met Silver with a sort of perplexed look almost as if he was thinking ‘Why would anyone be interested in that kid?’. However, if that was what he was thinking he didn’t say anything.

“He’s in the training room working on his fleshy human traits instead of his brain.” Megamind scoffed. Silver couldn’t help but look a bit amused by that remark. Soul really did strike him as more of a ‘brawn vs brain’ type of person. The kind of person that wouldn’t think things through fully. “He’s been in there for hours. Said something about Medusa wanting him to work more.” Megamind continued, shrugging slightly as he did. Silver had to frown slightly at that remark. From protecting Crona, Silver knew quite a bit about Medusa. Why would Soul willingly be with her? “I have to warn you, though, Roger. That kid has been acting weird all day.” the alien said at last. That got Silver’s attention, but he made no remark in regards to it. Instead, he nodded and quickly left Megamind to finish whatever project he was working on.

It wasn’t long until the sound of something metallic slicing through a training dummy greeted Silver. He pushed open the training room doors and was greeted by the sight of a shirtless Soul drenched in sweat and surrounded by downed training dummies. Whatever he was doing, he was working hard at it. Even from where Silver stood he could hear the rasping breaths of Soul. He had clearly been working for much longer than he should have. Silver approached cautiously, not wanting to startle the teen if he could avoid it. Once he was a bit closer, he thought he could make out the sound of Soul muttering something as his right hand went to his head. Silver had had enough of not knowing what was going on with the boy. He needed to say something. “Hey! Soul!” Silver called at last.

Soul turned around quickly, his crimson gaze cold and threatening, but that seemed to vanish when he realized it was just Silver. Silver was a bit startled by the cold expression on the boy’s face. What was wrong? “Oh. Hey, Roger. I didn’t hear you come in.” Soul panted. Even though it was clear the boy recognized Silver as a friend, his scythe blade didn’t vanish. Silver wondered why that was. Did he perceive him as some kind of threat? Whatever the reason, Silver remained on guard. He didn’t want to provoke a fight with the teen unintentionally. For a brief moment, Silver thought he had caught a glimpse of Soul grimacing in pain as he wiped sweat from his brow. “Sorry you have to see me like this. Lady Medusa said I needed to get more practice in. I’ve pretty much been in here all day.” Soul remarked casually.

“Lad, why don’t ye take a break? Ye sound awful tired.” Silver offered, sitting down and gently patting the ground beside him as if he was offering a place for Soul to sit as well. Instead, though, the boy shook his head vigorously. This seemed to cause him more pain, as he was gripping the side of his head again with his non-bladed hand.

“Can’t. Lady Medusa wouldn’t like it if I took a break.” Soul’s reply was cold. Silver didn’t like that the boy seemed so uncaring. Something had happened, and he wanted to know what. Soul didn’t offer any further evidence to this fact, though, as he resumed his training again with a much fiercer attitude that Silver hadn’t expected to see.

“Is it always what she wants, lad? Do ye ever do anything you want ta do?” Silver asked. If he was going to get to the root of whatever Soul’s problem was, he would need to keep the boy talking. A fierce slash was Soul’s first response, rending another dummy in half before he spoke up again.

“That’s the thing, Roger. She’s my mistress. Keeps me on a leash, and makes me do as she pleases. Independent thought isn’t a part of the equation.” came Soul’s reply. His slashes were becoming fiercer, and if Silver wasn’t mistaken he thought he could see warmth returning to Soul’s gaze. “I hate it! I hate it more than you could ever… imagine!” Soul snapped, rending another dummy in the process of his little rant. “It’s always what she wants! Never what I want! Oh, no. It always has to be about Lady Medusa.” Soul growled.

“So then why don’t ye just leave her?” Silver asked, raising an eyebrow as he did. If Soul was so unhappy with his current situation, why did he stay?

“I already told you, I can’t do that! Hell, if it wasn’t for this damn spell she has me under-“ before Soul could finish that thought, he cut himself off. Silver’s eyes widened as Soul’s unfinished response briefly echoed through the otherwise empty room. A spell. Medusa had put a spell on him? Silver opened his mouth to speak again as he got to his feet, wanting to move closer to Soul, but the white-haired boy seemed to be returning to his cold state he had seen earlier. “Forget I said anything, Roger.” Soul growled.

“Soul-“

“I said forget it! You shouldn’t have heard any of that in the first place! Dammit!” Soul shouted. The boy sliced through one last training dummy, apparently trying to vent out some of the rage that had built up, and slowly Silver approached him. That was why he acted so cold. Silver was sure of it. Cautiously, Silver put his metallic hand on Soul’s shoulder. He could see the white-haired boy flinch in response to that action, but he didn’t speak. Soul kept his gaze on the floor as he returned his bladed arm to normal form. Silver could tell Soul needed some comfort at that moment. He hadn’t been pushed away.

“Ye don’t want ta be a part of this agency, do ye?” Silver asked. It wasn’t so much a question he was asking as it was just looking for confirmation from Soul.

“Hell no. I came to this city looking for my friend Maka. La… Medusa found me first.” Soul replied. It was clear he had to force himself not to say ‘lady’ that time. So this was the same Soul that Maka knew after all. Silver felt a bit of pity for the boy. No one should have to go through what he was, at least as far as Silver was concerned. “You have no idea what it’s like trying to fight off the darkness I’m being sucked into.” came a near-silent comment from Soul.

“No, I can’t say that I do. Is that why ye… have headaches?” Silver asked. That was surely the reason for the times Soul looked as if he was going through a massive headache. Was he fighting himself from the inside? Silver could only imagine that that was the case. The white-haired boy nodded in response, gently moving Silver’s hand from his shoulder as he moved away from him.

“I wouldn’t call them headaches, really. It’s more of a… power struggle.” Soul replied at length. It was clear to Silver that Soul was wondering why he was even telling him any of this. For all Soul knew, Silver could report all of what had been said to Medusa. Silver wouldn’t do that, of course. He hated the woman, and for Crona’s sake he wouldn’t go near her unless he absolutely had to or unless he was protecting his client from her. “It’s like I have to cling to what good is left in me, otherwise the darkness will engulf me… and I’ll never see Maka again.” Soul sighed.

“Maybe ye could…” Silver found himself at a loss of words. He didn’t know how to help Soul, as he had never been under mind control himself, but if he could help Crona then perhaps he could give helping Soul a shot. “Ye just have to keep fighting, Soul.” Silver said at last.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to do. I can’t keep it up forever, though. Some of the others have probably noticed my behavior by now. If La… Medusa hasn’t noticed by now, someone is bound to report it to her.” Soul grimaced. For several moments, nothing more was said. Silver took in everything Soul had told him and was thinking it over careful. This was why Soul hadn’t shown himself to Maka before. He was practically chained to the Dark Agency with no hope of escape unless Medusa willed it. If Maka saw him in such a state… no. Silver didn’t want to think about it.

“Well, I certainly won’t be tellin’ her anything.” Silver promised. Soul met that remark with a doubtful look, but nodded after a moment. It seemed as though the white-haired boy was going to trust Silver. For the moment, at least.

“You can’t tell anybody about what I told you, Roger. I mean it.” Soul said at last. “That especially goes for Maka. If she finds out I’m here, and if I lose myself before then… I just don’t want her killed because of me.” he added. As Soul moved past Silver to reclaim his shirt and jacket, Silver nodded solemnly. He would have to lie to Maka. He couldn’t let her know that her friend was a part of the Dark Agency against his will. Most of all, Silver couldn’t let Soul know that Maka was a part of the other agency. It would destroy the boy, and Silver knew it. “Do I have your word, Roger?” Soul asked as he zipped up his jacket and turned to face the man.

“Aye, lad. Ye do. I won’t tell a soul.” Silver replied. “I don’t know this ‘Maka’ ye were referrin’ to, but I especially won’t tell her.” he added after a moment. This seemed to pacify Soul, as he returned to Silver’s side and offered a somewhat warm smile. It was somewhat pained, too. Silver had to wonder if Soul was fighting off that darkness he had mentioned at that very moment.

“Thanks, Roger. I appreciate it.” Soul said. As Soul turned to leave, Silver let out a soft sigh. Things were going to get more complicated very soon, he was sure. If Maka were to meet Soul in battle… Silver could only imagine that it would get messy. Very messy. Once he was sure Soul had left, he rubbed his temples in an attempt to clear his head.

“What have I gotten meself into?”

[Darla]

Wait! I inspired YOU?! Where did I ever do that?
This was WAY better than mine! ;D

[Ray]

CX I just wanted to write my own 'what if' situation. It will be interesting to see if this happens within the roleplay cannon. But, yeah, you inspired me to get off my butt and actually write this.

...Now I should probably start the requests.

[Darla]

Yay! I shall wait and still I loved it. So much CX

[Ray]

And I finally got started on the requests! Anyway, here's Darla's first request. :3

Quelling the Heart’s Tempest

Maka found herself sitting in the park, unable to concentrate on anything she needed to do at the agency. Her mind was a frazzled mess. That morning she had received a phone call from her friend, Tsubaki, and had learned that her partner had disappeared. Crona, at least, she knew was okay. Learning Soul had disappeared was like being punched in the gut. It had knocked the wind out of her, so to speak, and so she had requested the day off. Naveen had gladly given it to her.

Where could he have gone? What was he thinking? Is he okay right now? Maka found these thoughts, and others of that sort, flashing through her mind at breakneck speed. She was unable to focus on just one, but in the end it all culminated around the same ending thought; where was Soul?

To her surprise, Maka was snapped out of her thoughts by the feeling of something cold and wet pressing itself against her hand. Having left her gloves and coat behind, Maka felt it quite easily. Upon looking down, she spotted a very familiar Dalmatian puppy with her nose against her hand. “Darla.” Maka murmured as a little smile formed on her face. It was times like that that she was glad her client was a puppy.

“What are you doing here, Maka?” Darla asked, tilting her head to the side as she moved her nose away from Maka’s hand. “And why do you look so sad?” she asked. Maka knew there would be no hiding her feelings from her client, and so patted the empty spot next to her on the bench she was on, indicating that Darla should sit next to her. The puppy gladly obliged, leaping up on to the bench and settling herself next to Maka without a moment’s hesitation. “Are you worried about Crona?” was Darla’s third question. Maka gave a soft laugh in response and shook her head. No, her thoughts weren’t centered around Crona that time.

“Surprisingly, no. It’s another one of my friends I’m worried about.” Maka admitted. Darla took that opportunity to rest her head on Maka’s lap and looked up at Maka with a sort of perplexed look. It was enough for Maka to want to go on talking. “I got a call from one of my friends this morning. She told me that my partner from back at the DWMA went missing.” she explained sadly.

“So you’re worried?” Darla asked. Maka nodded, not quite feeling up to voicing that thought. It was funny, in a way. She hadn’t been this worried about Soul since the times he had gotten himself injured protecting her. They weren’t frequent times, of course, but nonetheless Maka found herself about that worried again. “I don’t think you should be.” Darla said at last.

“What?” Maka asked, surprised to hear such a comment.

“If your friend is as tough as you are, which I’m sure he or she is, then I’m sure they can handle themselves just fine!” Darla explained, raising her head from Maka’s lap and offering an enthusiastic smile. “For all you know, they could be in the city looking for you. You shouldn’t worry yourself too much.” the pup continued. Before Maka could reply to that, Darla took that moment to gently lick her hand in what Maka thought was an attempt to make her feel better. The blonde haired agent found herself smiling a soft smile as she rubbed Darla behind the ears once more. The pup was good at making Maka relax more.

“…I guess you’re right, Darla.” Maka said at last. “It’s not like Soul can’t handle himself. I… I’m sure he’s okay.” she said. “Thanks, by the way.”

“Hey, what are friends for if they can’t cheer up other friends?” Darla asked. Maka had to laugh at that. Her client definitely had a way of making her calmer. For the moment, at least, Maka felt like she was able to relax again. Her worries about where Soul was and if he was okay had been quelled, at least temporarily.

He’s probably fine. She’s right, you shouldn’t worry so much. After all, he’s a scythe. He can handle himself. Maka thought. She didn’t say anything more, though, and instead spent the rest of the time just sitting on that bench with Darla in her lap.