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2008-12-20, 07:15 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
I have some backstory in mind for Turtle and Rabbit, so looking for volunteers to be cast as Turtle's mother, Rabbit's mother, and their shared father.
If Rabbit approves, this might become canonish, so nobody who is already involved in their story in Acronymia. The three parents are all dead by present day, and we don't want any Flying Killer Time Monkeys after us if we break continuity too badly.
Oh, and dad is a jerk. So don't volunteer if that bothers you.
Cheers!My avatar! Isn't it just utterly diabolical? Ashen Lilies made it!
"Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair."
― Dorothy Parker
Spoiler: Interested in Nexus FFRP? Newcomers welcome!
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2008-12-20, 07:24 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
You might try PMing Midnight Son and see if he'll play the part of the jerky-dad. He volunteered to take Dallas' place if we were going to retcon IStLY (which isn't going to be the case, btw) so I know he's interested in being involved in some capacity and may not particularly care how he's portrayed.
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2008-12-20, 11:30 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
I can most certainly be a bastard of a Father. Ship away. (Course that'll make two ships where I'm a mean, mean meany-head. Quick someone ship me as a saint to balance things out)
Avatar by Sneak - The Midnight Son by CeikaNo more a lone wolf, The Midnight Son rides again.Give thanks ye mortals, for he rides on the wings of an angel.Spoiler
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2008-12-20, 12:34 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
"This is why it hurts the way it hurts.
You have too many words in your head.
There are too many ways to describe the way you feel.
You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much"
— Iain S. Thomas
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2008-12-20, 12:37 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
Wow; that's intriguing, I want more. And did you take Coney from me?
If so: one of my names is being used!
If I picked that up from another fic: RHL has a code name!
And now, good sirs and ladies of the thread I present you with what has come before in:
Definition drabble
Outraged
Accentuate
Domicile
Alienist
Prolix
Dragoon
Ineffable
Golem
Jurisprudence
Lothario - definition drabble (sequel to Helgraf's Definition definition drabble
Exculpate
Touchstone
Prelapsarian
Remora
Kickshaw
Bifurcate
Simulacrum
Undulant - having a wavy form, outline, or surface
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The blade fell. Silver arcing through air wavering from the sheer concentration of magical powers. Sune and Tsukie must have been looking over Mordokai and all his companions that night for the shimmering confused Turtles’ sight and the sword merely pierced her shoulder instead of the heart.
Blade jammed in her sisters’ body Turtle made an effort to rip the fang from flesh, but it was caught in bone.
It was enough for them.
Mordokai leapt towards the battling sisters, intent on killing Turtle. "Don’t!" shrieked RHL in desperation at the paladin, "She’s still my sister an-" she screamed piercingly.
Last edited by CurlyKitGirl; 2009-01-01 at 01:27 PM.
Bathatar!
Squid bones are lies.
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2008-12-20, 01:13 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
Saint Midnight
SpoilerMidnight Son was walking through a park and saw a child crying. What's wrong little girl?
That man stole mah Lollipop. She points at a strange looking man, wearing a blue fur coat, and licking a lollipop.
I'll get it back for you. And he magically makes the lollipop reappear in the childs hand. It is fresh and clean, as if it'd never been licked. There you go.
Thank you mister.
Midnight Son smiled, and walked away, humming a strange tune.
THE END
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2008-12-20, 04:27 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
After several days of inactivity, I present to you. I gotta warn you though, its kind of a sad one...
A Shipper's Carol
Part 5:
Starring: Cristo Meyers, Ghost Warlock, Dirk Kris, CurlyKitGirl, Korith with cameos by Helgraf and Thufir
Spoiler
“Ghost Warlock? At least you are a spirit whose name makes sense…” Cristo said slowly.
“I suppose… but I have other qualifications for my position…” Ghost Warlock said.
“And what would that be?” Cristo asked.
Ghost Warlock didn’t respond at first, but slowly drew his face into a grin. “Well, that’s what you are about to find out, isn’t it?”
Cristo was actually slightly intimidated by this grim spirit. “Well then. Let’s get this over with, I suppose. Soon it will be morning and I can go about my business.”
Ghost Warlock laughed. “We shall see, Cristo, we shall see.”
The day scene that they were in quickly shifted into night, and Cristo found himself standing with Ghost Warlock outside of Dirk Kris’ home again.
“But, we were just here. Why have you brought me back?” Cristo asked.
“This is a future Christmas… that’s kinda my shtick. I thought had this by now.” Ghost Warlock said. He pointed inside the building.
Cristo nodded and entered, same as he had with Reinholdt. Ghost Warlock followed him closely.
The home appeared much as it had in the present, only there were no decorations. There was not even the meager tree that had been in their home before. CurlyKitGirl slowly cooked dinner in the kitchen while Helgraf and Thufir silently sat in the living room. Their faces were glum. There were few lights, the interior matched the cold gray of the outside.
“This home… they were so happy not too long ago…” Cristo mused.
Ghost Warlock said nothing, but listened to the conversation of the Kris family.
“Children, do you see Dirk Kris coming home yet?” CurlyKitGirl said.
Helfgraf shook his head. “No mother, he seems to take longer and longer on his daily walks now.”
CurlyKitGirl sighed, “I don’t think he walks slower… but he lingers with Mini-Mordy longer.”
“Mini-Mordy? Ghost Warlock, why would spending time with his son keep him away from home?” Cristo asked.
Ghost Warlock said nothing, and Cristo continued to watch the scene.
It wasn’t much longer before the door to the miserable home opened and Dirk Kris stepped inside. He was alone, Mini-Mordy was nowhere to be seen.
CurlyKitGirl walked over and embraced her husband. “You really shouldn’t’ linger with Mini-Mordy so long, dear. We still have Helgraf and Thufir to mind.”
Dirk Kris nodded, “I know dear, I know. But… I just find myself staring at his grave, unable to pull myself away.”
“A grave?” Cristo said. “Is Mini-Mordy dead?”
Ghost Warlock rolled his eyes. “Took you long enough to figure that one out, genius.”
The scene suddenly faded, and Cristo found himself standing in an alleyway.
“Before we go further, Ghost Warlock. Does Mini-Mordy have to die? Can’t I do something to save him?”
Ghost Warlock shrugged, but said nothing. He pointed down the alley, pushing Cristo forward. The grip on Cristo’s shoulder was cold as ice.
There were three women, speaking with a man wearing a tattered coat and top hat. They were showing him various effects made from cloth.
“Ahh, ladies. What have you brought for ol’ Korith today, eh?” the tattered man said.
“Well, that poor old fool just died last night and we managed to sneak out some of his belonging’s before the court’s officers got a hold of him,” one of the women said.
“He didn’t leave a will?” Korith asked.
“Bah, that man didn’t care enough to leave anything to anyone.” Another woman said.
“Old fool… never cared for anyone… could they be talking about me, Ghost Warlock?” Cristo asked, not exactly expecting a reply.
Which he didn’t get.
“I brought his bed sheets, fancy stuff this. Should fetch a pretty penny eh?” Another woman said, holding up some richly embroidered fabrics.
Korith took the fabric and ran calloused hands over them. “My goodness, these are still warm!”
“Warmer then his heart, I wager!”
The four people laughed. Korith took possession of the very familiar goods and distributed a few pounds to each woman. They all quickly scampered off and the alley was quiet again.
“Those were my belongings? Weren’t they?” Cristo asked.
Ghost Warlock rolled his eyes. “It would have been easier for you to identify if you had actually shelled out the extra cash to have everything monogrammed. Seriously, what kind of rich guy are you? You don’t get any nice things… If I were still alive, and could still see the future…”
“What about the future? Should I make some key investments?” Cristo asked.
Ghost Warlock smiled. “When you hear about a new little company called Wal-Mart, you may want to buy stock.”
“Hey! Thanks!” Cristo said. “So where to next?”
Ghost Warlock grabbed Cristo by the shoulder and suddenly he found himself in a cemetery. Before them was a grave that had obviously been filled very recently. A small, grey headstone jutted out of it. The spirit raised his hand and pointed toward the headstone.
“Who…who is buried here? Is this the cold man that everyone despise, that brought misery to the world around him?” Cristo asked, gripped Ghost Warlock’s sleeve.
“Let that go, I just dry-cleaned it… Go take a look for yourself.” Ghost Warlock said.
Cristo took a step forward, but turned back. “And everything you have shown me, is this how things must be, or only a potential future? Could Mini-Mordy’s fate, and mine, be changed?”
Ghost Warlock said nothing, but motioned toward the headstone again.
Cristo approached closer, cautiously. It wasn’t long before the name “Cristo Meyers, Right Git” appeared chiseled on the stone’s face.
Recoiling in horror, Cristo screamed. “Oh no, Ghost Warlock, please, not me… I’m too rich to die!”
Ghost Warlock merely laughed. Before he knew it, the scene was fading into black. The laughter was fading into silence, until all was silent and black.
Last edited by TwoBitWriter; 2008-12-20 at 08:10 PM.
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2008-12-20, 04:32 PM (ISO 8601)
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2008-12-20, 07:10 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
I wanted to write something else, but the more I write it... the less I like it We'll see what tommorow turns out. So, for now, just this small, soppy...
Letter
SpoilerWhy do I write this? Does it have a point? Will it change anything? No, it won't. And yet, I can't hold this inside anymore. I got to let it, scream it, less it chokes me. And who knows, perhaps, just perhaps, it will mean something.
How long has it been? A year? Less? It doesn't really matter. You came quitely and you took a part of my heart. Did I say took? No, I was wrong. I gave it to you wilingly. And I would do so again, without the second thought. But if that is so, why does it hurt so much? Why is the pain there? How to get rid of it? Once again, I ask myself these question. And once again, like so many times before, I know not the answer.
I just want to touch you. Run my fingers down your arm, caressing your tender skin. Kiss your lips, feeling them under my own. I just want to feel you, knowing that you are there for me. But you are not. And I can't. You are far away, too far. And no matter what I do... you are staying there.
Perhaps it's for the best. You deserve somebody better. You deserve somebody that will be able to give you everything you deserve. Somebody that will be able to spoil you the way you deserve. Me, I cannot do that. All I can give you is my heart. And seeing you already have that... yeah, I have nothing for you.
So I'm sitting here, watching your picture. Those eyes, ever so sad, ever so deep. Those hairs, ever so soft. Those lips, ever so full.
I watch it and it makes me smile.
I wish you the best of luck.
Can't believe I actually posted that...Adrie, half elven bard. Drawing by Vulion, avatar by CheesePirate. Colored version by Callos_DeTerran. Thanks a lot, you guys.This place is not a place of honor…no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here… nothing valued is here."There will come a day so dark you will pray for death. On that day your prayers will be answered."Book of shadows, book of night, wake the beast and banish light.
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2008-12-20, 07:42 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
...
I don't really know what to say to this, but I have to say something, because...
To be honest, a large proportion of that letter reads like something I might have produced if I'd just written down what I was thinking during one of the relevant periods of time...
It's very well written."'But there's still such a lot to be done...'
YES. THERE ALWAYS IS."
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2008-12-20, 07:58 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
My avatar! Isn't it just utterly diabolical? Ashen Lilies made it!
"Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair."
― Dorothy Parker
Spoiler: Interested in Nexus FFRP? Newcomers welcome!
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2008-12-20, 09:35 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
And now, for something on a happier note (And starring Happy, amongst the rest of the cast, of course)...
ACRONOMICON V
When Saint Nil Goes Marching In
SpoilerAtrocious. Really now, past-me. You should be able to write better than that.
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2008-12-20, 09:43 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
"This is why it hurts the way it hurts.
You have too many words in your head.
There are too many ways to describe the way you feel.
You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much"
— Iain S. Thomas
Avatar by Qwernt
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2008-12-20, 11:38 PM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
Avatar by Sneak - The Midnight Son by CeikaNo more a lone wolf, The Midnight Son rides again.Give thanks ye mortals, for he rides on the wings of an angel.Spoiler
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2008-12-20, 11:55 PM (ISO 8601)
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2008-12-21, 12:14 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
Hey Curly -
I could be RHL/Happy's mommy if you still need one
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2008-12-21, 01:04 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
Poison: Raistlin/RHL
SpoilerYou know what Rabbit hated? She hated being thought of as a Sexy Vampire. Oh she was beautiful, yes, and it was a natural trait of vampirism to be percieved by humans as dangerously sexual. But in a day and age where vampires were portrayed as sluts and/or romantics who just happened to partake in the drinking of human blood on occasion, Rabbit was constantly irked by the myth. They were PREDATORS, for gawd's sake. There was nothing more romantic about her biting a stupid human's neck than a carniverous plant luring a moth in with it's beauty.
She didn't even need to be beautiful. She could have been mutilated, repulsive, and she still would be an excellent hunter. She was fast, smart, strong, cunning. She knew how to keep herself alive. She fed almost every night. She was good at what she did, very good.
Still, immortality comes with a price, one of them boredom. And so, she often spent nights, before or after she hunted, in a library, reading. That's when HE sat down. Brown hair, brown eyes, light skin, throbbing veins. Rabbit knew what he was at once. A Slayer. She could smell it, of course, but even more, she could see it. It was a Vampire thing, noticing veins so much, but his had almost no color. She knew that if she bit him, the blood that would flow wouldn't be a dark scarlet or crimson, but a pale pink. If the bloodline was strong enough, maybe even white.
Knowledge about Slayers is perhaps required to explain. A Slayer was one whose ancestors had fought one of her kind, and won. In some strange thought, the barbaric humans had thought that feeding on the blood of the slain vampires would allow them the powers of the nightspawn, but none of the weaknesses. Unfortunately for them, all it did was lighten their blood, almost angelic, the perfect opposite to Hell's Vampires.
Rabbit clenched her fist under the table. Slayers always had to smell so damned delicious didn't they? The man looked at her, Rabbit looking obviously in pain. Excuse me miss, are you alright? He asked. Rabbit bit her lip with a fang, wincing. She nodded. Yes, I'm fine. She spat out after a moment. The man smiled. I'm Raistlin. Rabbit. Rabbit replied coldly after a moment. Raistlin looked at her strangely, as if something were wrong. After a moment, he shook his head.
He was so bothersome, the way he kept trying to initiate conversations. She couldn't kill him. Well, she could, literally kill him, but there were at least four other people around, and it wouldn't do to kill them all in a night. She offered one word answers when applicable, and short answers when not, trying to make Raistlin go away. He persisted, talking and talking and gawd damned talking. At midnight, she excused herself, grabbing a pedestrian off the empty street and sucking her dry.
Rabbit wanted to bite Raistlin. Not kill him, turn him. It was something of a sadistic pleasure all vampires shared. Turn the Slayers, always. Turn that which hates into what it hates most. Yes, she would bite Raistlin, and he would become one of them. Drinking the blood from the girl she had found, Rabbit smiled maliciously. The next few days went the same, she wanted to bite him, but there were always people around. It drove her mad, she wanted him undead damnit!
Only when she stopped to pay attention to his nightly questions at the library did she realize something. He was completely infatuated with her. At first, she was annoyed by the thought. She didn't want to be a seductive vampire, it wasn't her nature. However, a few minutes later, she realized she could use it to her advantage, without exploiting it and buying into the stupid stereotype.
Say Raistlin? Why don't you stop by my house tomorrow and have dinner? Say around 7ish? Rabbit asked. Raistlin grinned. Yeah, sure. Rabbit tried to smile as kindly as possible, though she was certain it still looked mildly scary and wrote down the address of the run-down shack she used as her base. The door won't be locked, just come in. She said, grabbing her book and exitting, leaving a happy Raistlin at the table.
He showed up at the shack the next night. Now, it wasn't so run down that it looked unlivable, but Raistlin was suprised that such a beautiful and charismatic woman lived in such a broken home. He knocked, to no answer. Shrugging, he opened up the door. SLAM! The door shut behind him. There were no windows, no lights, it was pitch black. Raistlin blinked in suprise.
Rabbit? Rabbit are you here? Unbeknownst to him, Rabbit was only a couple of yards away from him. Yes Raistlin, I'm right here. She said, her voice seeming to surround the room. A subconcious shiver ran down Raistlin's spine. Uh, can you, uh, turn on the lights please? Rabbit smirked. What's the matter Raistlin, scared of the dark? She moved quickly, and Raistlin could feel her presence right behind him. What...what's going on? He said shakily. Rabbit supressed a laugh. Here's how it's going to go. I'm going to bite your neck with my fangs, drink your blood, and you're going to become a vampire. Don't scream. At first, Raistlin though she was kidding. When the truth dawned on him, he paled, something Rabbit saw with her darkness-adjusted eyes.
You...you're serious. Raistlin said, scared. Rabbit please...please don't do this. I love you, please don't. He said, shaking on the spot. Rabbit rolled her eyes, though he couldn't see. Still, she decided to humor him. That's nice. I love you too, sweetheart. Raistlin froze. Are you...are you serious? He asked confused. A sinister laugh broke free from Rabbit's mouth. Of course. You're a Slayer, I'm sure your heart will taste very sweet indeed. Raistlin's eyes widened, and he started to scream. Rabbit frowned and moved in front of him. With unprecedented speed, she shoved him back into a wall, crushing his ribs and knocking the wind out of him. Rabbit laughed as his screams came to an abrupt end. She pressed her lips to his neck, opened her mouth, and bit. The pink blood flowed from the bite, and she drank it eagerly...
Rabbit looked down at Raistlin to admire her handiwork. His ribs were broken and (true to her promise) she had ripped open his chest and drank the blood straight from his still-beating heart. His face contorted in agony, the transformation was already beginning, his face paling, blood leaking from his mouth as fangs pushed through, his dark eyes shifting towards a red. It would be a good few hours before he was concious again. Rabbit knelt down and flicked her tongue at the blood dribbling down his lips. I know you can't hear me Raistlin, but you are simply delicious. The sweetest of all poisons. She said quietly, smirking in the dark.
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2008-12-21, 01:18 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
@ Lex- It was very sweet.
@ TBW-Another great parody. "I'm too rich to die." Perfect.
@ Mordokai- Incredibly bittersweet and romantic Mordokai. It was very good, and I'm glad you posted it. Your work is good. Don't stop.
@ Magtok- You really know how to keep the story twisting (and twisted).
@ Raistlin- Well written and so very appropriate considering. Creepy Rabbit is still creepy...
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2008-12-21, 01:50 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
Mordokai: I'm not sure how I missed this. Its mournfully beautiful.
I'm glad you shared it with us
:: hugs::
Raistlin: Creepy Rabbit approves.
<3
"This is why it hurts the way it hurts.
You have too many words in your head.
There are too many ways to describe the way you feel.
You will never have the luxury of a dull ache.
You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much"
— Iain S. Thomas
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2008-12-21, 01:58 AM (ISO 8601)
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2008-12-21, 03:12 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
Losing Battles
starring Reinholdt, Draco, Happy, RHL, Mordokai, Mangosta, Wolfbane, and Recaiden.
Spoiler
Reinholdt hung the lamp up on the wire provided above the table. It gave very little illumination, barely lighting the room, and keeping most of the cells dark. Reinholdt smiled, amused as the three ladies before him tried to protect one another.
He pulled out his knife, fingering it slowly. Then he took a step towards the women. All three took a step back. He smiled even more.
Reinholdt moved back and started to pace while speaking.
There's nothing more enjoyable then seeing the terror in someone's eyes. To know that their last moment is coming, and there is nothing they can do about it. That terror, no true terror, in their eyes before they glaze over makes any man want to kill and see it again.
Although there is something better, by far. Do you know what that is? he asked them. He got no reply, but wasn't expecting any.
It's breaking a woman's spirit, such as you three. Tearing it down to the bare soul. Making you scream, shout and plead, and yet you know that their is nothing you can do about it, even though you try.
That is where the true pleasure lies. Reinholdt shuddered, his skin excited with goosebumps.
Now my question to you three is this. Who shall I start with?
He recieved no answer.
If you won't pick, then I shall choose! and reached out and grabbed Happy by her shirt, pulling her close. RHL and Draco shouted, and tried charging him. A boot to the stomach knocked Draco to the ground, and he easily dodged and tripped Rabbit, sending her sprawling to the floor.
He grabbed Happy's struggling arms, and pinned them against him.
Do you feel the terror gripping you yet? he asked, smiling.
Happy pulled her elbow back and hit Reinholdt in the stomach. He let out a soft grunt, but let Happy go anyway.
He watched as the three ladies picked themselves back up.
I'm going to enjoy this. he said, grinning.
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Mordokai peered down at the small cuts on his arms, torso, and legs. Mangosta could move faster then him, but the wounds he gave were minimal, but they were starting to pile up. If he kept at it like this, he was going to lose. And he still hadn't managed to land a wound on Mangosta.
He growled slightly to himself. Captain of the Queen's Gaurd, and this is all he could amount to. Yelling, he charged Mangosta again.
Once again, he was expertly deflected by Mangosta. Mordokai brought up his boot, only to get a caught on his leg again, as Mangosta dodged it.
He cursed again.
Having trouble there captain? Mangosta asked, mocking him. It seems that you are no match for a Commandeer such as myself. Whatever did Nil see in you, I do not know. You're no match against me.
I'm your better ten times over! Mordokai shouted back.
You aren't proving it to me. Mangosta said, smiling. It sounds almost like your crying. I want to see you cry Mordokai. Will you cry for me? Mangosta continued, still mocking him.
Mordokai shouted once more, and charged him.
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Recaiden smiled slighty, peering at Wolfbane, who had blood dripping into his eye. He wiped it away once more, but seconds later, it returned. He let out a low growl.
That's the beauty about face wounds. Recaiden said. They don't stop bleeding unless you apply strong pressure to them over a period of time.
Shut your trap! Wolfbane said. I still managed to get you!
Recaiden peered down on his torso wound, a frown on his face. Hmmm. It seems that you did. Quite an acheivement i might say, but only because I miscalculated your long reach. It won't happen again.
We shall see about that. Wolfbane said, and charged the man once more.
enjoy!
*hides from Reinholdt for obvious reasons*
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2008-12-21, 03:19 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
My avatar! Isn't it just utterly diabolical? Ashen Lilies made it!
"Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair."
― Dorothy Parker
Spoiler: Interested in Nexus FFRP? Newcomers welcome!
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2008-12-21, 03:26 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
That was almost perfect, Deathslayer7. There was just one thing missing.
Seriously. I love it.
And look. No one posted a story, immediately after yours.
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2008-12-21, 03:26 AM (ISO 8601)
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2008-12-21, 03:27 AM (ISO 8601)
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2008-12-21, 03:29 AM (ISO 8601)
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Very well done, ds7. You're very good at setting the scene, and scary Reinholdt is scary.
Course I'd have just charged him before he got his speech out, but I don't mind dramatic license being taken in the service of such a great story.My avatar! Isn't it just utterly diabolical? Ashen Lilies made it!
"Money cannot buy health, but I'd settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair."
― Dorothy Parker
Spoiler: Interested in Nexus FFRP? Newcomers welcome!
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2008-12-21, 04:38 AM (ISO 8601)
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Re: Shippingitp IV: Flattery Will Get You EVERYWHERE
*doin' the recent-fic-commments shuffle*
@Koorli: More literary deliciousness. Have I ever told you how much I love the word 'undulate'? Oh, and the plot is good, too.
@Lex: That's wonderful! I can haz Lex-fic?
@2bw: I gotta say, I love this fic. It was appropriately sad when it needed to be in order to carry the story forward and it ended on a funny note to keep it very Playground-friendly. Also, I'd like to point how much I enjoyed/appreciated the way you've written me/my namesake, here. Very appropriate with the way I see myself reacting in such a circumstance: cold and aloof, a bit snarky. The Transgressor's questions are beneath my notice. When I do deem to answer I am curt and perhaps a bit haughty. Do not touch me, you might get me dirty.
@Mordy: ... *goes to listen to Crossfade* (i.e., dude, you nailed it. The memories, they burn...)
Also, I would like to point out that I am a little annoyed with you for the whole falling thing. I was hoping, one-day L.H. would run a contest for 'Fallen Paladin'-itp and you suck because you're the shoe-in winner. And I was so hoping for a contest I'd have a glimmer of a hope of winning, even if I didn't end up going blackguard... Oh, well, I'll get over it. Eventually.
@Maggums: I read the first line and had to pause a few minutes before I could continue. I don't suppose I could bribe someone into shipping me wiht a Grue? *mind wanders off* Oh! Anyway, the rest is ROFLMAO, too.
@Raistlin: Another creepily-romantic fic from the master...
@ds7: "Do you feel the terror gripping you yet?" <go with it now and let it overcome you...> "Will you cry for me?" si vis me flere dolendum est primum ipsi tibi
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@ deathslayer7- O.o So many things I could say, but don't know how. Very well made.
Heh. Just like old times again.Last edited by Reinholdt; 2008-12-21 at 09:14 AM.
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My avatar! Isn't it just utterly diabolical? Ashen Lilies made it!
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