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LIN 104: The KitIn the back of his brand new textbook, Sinclair had found an instruction booklet and some strips that looked suspiciously like a PH test. He picked up the strips and set them aside with the instruction booklet, humming to himself as he flipped through the textbook. As he might have expected, it was about the differences between light, dark, and gray magic -- as well as how blood could intervene with each of the different magic types. Sighing, he looked at his hand, wondering what kind of magic lay inside him. Being a demon, it seemed most reasonable that he would gravitate toward dark magic, but he'd been fooled before...
The blood demon studied the instructions. It seemed simple enough -- all he had to do was deposit a bit of blood on each one of the three strips, and it would tell him the potency of his blood for light, dark, and gray magic. He rolled his shoulders and created a spot of blood in the air. Much like a PH test -- which had been his first guess -- the light magic test ha
LIN 103 - Skeletal monsters?Sinclair had to wonder how some of these critters survived. Just from wandering around the outskirts of the campus, he'd encountered a number of unusual creatures that didn't seem like the proper children of evolution - at least, not how he'd been taught it. Recently he'd encountered some unusual skeletal creatures with his class partner Hugo, and those had raised a number of questions.
These things are literally made of skeleton, he thought as he as he doodled in one of his notebooks. He wasn't really in the mood to listen to Razik's lectures, and he'd long considered whether he wanted to skip the class entirely, but some sense of commitment made him stay and adhere to the class schedules. How do they even function? A skeleton isn't capable of having organs, or muscles to move. Muscles are required to move. This is completely illogical.
He crumpled up the paper, tossing it into the wastebasket he'd strategically located himself besides. Razik didn't even seem to notice.
Aphrodisiac PotionsOleander- *his expression was a hard line as he slipped into cafeteria, making a straight line for the buffet* *he didn't even bother scanning the tables to see who was there, as frankly he didn't care. He only cared for satisfying the needs of his body with sustenance, and he planned on stocking up on some non-perishable items if he could to minimize the amount of time he had to spend anywhere outside of his room* *he scowled as he gathered a little doggie bag of assorted black and white foods, and some gray ones too, as he wasn't feeling terribly picky. Not even that hungry, even, but he could feel weakness spreading through his body and knew he couldn't let emotions effect his physiology*
Mirage: *and on cue, he saw the plaguewalker step into the room, and beeline for the buffet. Deciding Oleander was probably the lesser evil of Cressida and him. Knowing Helmy would probably make a noise or slight fuss if he didn't use the potion on himself, this was what he picked. Pl
Tournament Round 2: StrategySTRATEGY / PREPARATION
It would only take one of the greater viruses to find the academy before the entire student population could be wiped out. He could guarantee that, and the thought sent a cold chill through his body. The friends he’d made, the innocent acquaintances, even the enemies would perish. He didn’t want to wish that death on anyone, no matter how they’d treated him.
He thought, at least.
The idea had passed through his mind more times than he was willing to admit. Sometimes when he closed his eyes he could see himself wiping out the entire population of the academy. Did friends really matter? Should enemies? Did any life matter to a virus that only existed to reproduce? If he could have nightmares, they would be of spawning new viruses from the bodies of those he loved.
Instead, those images passed through his mind in his waking hours. Intruding. He didn’t want those images, of broken bodies yielding a new, glowi
Tournament Round 2: FightFIGHT
Storm clouds had gathered overhead on the eve of his match. The virus narrowed his eyes through a light rain. Wet sand couldn’t be manipulated into a sandstorm, could it? No, it would clump, and the very heart of a sandstorm required dry weather. He should have trusted his instincts when he first noticed the rain-scent on the wind. It didn’t damper his spirits, however -- a storm was something he could work with.
Well, well, he thought, holding his hands out to enjoy the feel of rain sprinkling against his skin. Maybe this will be easier than I thought. A liquid-soaked battlefield will be easy to electrocute, and I won’t even have to do any work.
A whisper of warning drifted from the back of his mind. Careful. It’s never that easy.
As the virus stepped out onto the battlefield, his feet pressed into the soft, wet sand. He felt the urge to make use of that -- electricity traveling through the wet sand would easily find its oppo
No virus was born without death and blood. This was why he'd always hate Morpheus -- no progeny of his, no kin, would ever be born without a reminder of their destiny.
A man had walked home with no care in the world, never thinking he could become one of those statistics. People weren't truly dumped in ditches, were they? But there he was, sprawled in the mud and the grime, unmoving. The man was no more than a body now, a lump of flesh with no identity. The creature that stood over the body didn't care about wallets or the IDs that could be found inside them. People had no humanity to creatures like him. They may as well have been cattle.
Puffy, gray flesh rolled from movement within. A person looking down into the ditch might have assumed that the body had somehow found life again. A miracle, they'd say! It was a miracle, somehow this poor man's soul had made it back into his bedraggled body. Ironically, life had found itself back inside, though not wha
Tournament, Round 2: The Bulletin BoardA hot, dusty wind rushed over the campus, stirring the sand in the tournament amphitheater. A group of students lingered near a bulletin board with the tournament's results posted on it. The yellowed paper had been pinned to the foam with Helmy's careful writing on it. Each student could find their name with their current record, as well as their next matchup.
Glitch lingered near the back of the crowd, watching people approach the bulletin, scan the list for their name, and walk away with an assortment of expressions on their faces. Some people looked relieved -- they had won their previous match, and felt like they could win their next with ease. Others stared in horror at their new opponent's name, realizing their imminent demise. He could certainly understand that; in the first match, some opponents had made it quite clear how formidable they could be. He could only wonder what the others would have thought of his performance -- there had been enough people in the stands for his ac
Tournament, Round 1A small green and black virus lingered near the entrance to the tournament amphitheater, listening to the sounds of the previous round. One of the shadowmancy students was fighting a living statue, which must have been an interesting fight. From his vantage point, he couldn't see anything, not when he waited down here, thinking about his own round.
He would be fighting Elijah. He hadn't had much interaction with the kid, but he was a few levels lower than him (or maybe one level? He wasn't all that sure) with a shapeshifting ability to turn into a chimera. From his understanding, his opponent had taken a plethora of first year classes, but hadn't moved any further than that.
That gave him a significant amount of information. For someone passing only first year classes, it wasn't likely that they knew any complex magic or dangerous abilities. Sure, turning into a beast was formidable, but Glitch had dealt with animals before, and they were all alike. Mammals, especially, as it seemed li
Cloak BabiesGlitch- I like curiosity! Let's go put laundry detergent in the fountain!
Steph- And throw handfuls of soapy water at people? Or blow giant bubbles and see if they freeze? Or <lists off other stupid mostly harmless ideas>??
Glitch- Let's steal ALL THE PANTIES and put them on display on a wire in the courtyard!
Steph- Oh! From who? Where? I think we should put them in some teacher classrooms instead. *grin grin*
Glitch- All of them. Every single one. From everyone! And in the teacher classrooms? Let's put them in Razik's room.
Steph- Why not Professor Helmy's room? We should get Professor Ignatia's panties, I feel like that would be a good idea!
Glitch- We should get all the panties, not just SOME of the panties! Getting some is not fun at all. So we'll start with Professor Ignatia's panties, then?
Steph- Why isn't getting some not fun? I think we should only get some, and relocate others, that way some people have other peop
Swapped - Chp. 1 - Start of It All“Alright guys,” Lewis sputtered out in between gales of laughter, “I think we need to end it here for today.”
“Agreed.” Duncan said, barely able to breathe, “For our health.”
“Byeee guys!” Simon sang out, causing them to laugh even more as the slowly turned off all their recording devices and powered down their computers, finishing up another hard day of work recording hole diggers.
“Okay guys,” Lewis called out at the top of his voice, “That was good. That was really good.”
Simon, still laughing, shook his head. “Not good.” He managed to choke out, “Great. Awesome. Perfect.”
Duncan shook his head as well. “Simon’s right Lewis, that episode was bloody brilliant. The fans will love it.”
“They typically do...” Lewis nodded. “Hey, was anyone actually recording when I managed to get myself killed though? I sorta... paused it a bit.”
Swapped - Chp. 4 - A Dream That Changed it AllXephos was dreaming too, but not about Minecraft. He dreamt of a town. No, bigger than a town, a city! Technology everywhere, cars, and people walking... It was the biggest city he’d ever seen in a long time.
He was walking, looking around, unsure of why he was dreaming of this strange place tonight. Typically dreams were of his home world, of his past, the life that he left behind for the new one he has now. Though this city did resemble something like the one on his planet, maybe it was. Who knew?
Suddenly the terrain started to change, about halfway through the city. It turned into a much more familiar environment, he was... back in Minecraftia? But that made no- oh well... it was a dream. Better to go with it and not ask questions, right?
Suddenly though, coming his way was... himself? “What the-”
He- the other Xephos, stopped in place, prompting him to do the same. “Who are you?” One called out to the other.
“I could ask you the same question. W
Swapped - Chp. 3 - Taking Hold“Whoa buddy, you okay?” Duncan asked when Lewis sat down at the table they were at. He looked sick, pale(er), eyes slightly glazed over, looking like he was hardly able to keep himself awake.
Lewis shook his hand in the air. “I’m fine.” He did admit to himself that he didn’t feel 100%, not since he left Yogtowers, but he didn’t want to worry his friends. He’s probably just a bit stressed out about work and everything.
“Okay then, but if you feel like you need to leave, please do, you don’t need to stay here just for us.” Simon said, putting down his cup of tea.
Dinner went by slowly, dragging by like it was doing it’s best to say, “Something is wrong...” and slowly but surely, Lewis began to feel... worse. What had started as a simple fatigue was now a raging headache, so bad he could barely look up. “Lewis...” Simon said slowly, “Lewis come on, we need to get you home right now, you l
Swapped - Chp. 2 - I Want FreedomXephos had just sat down in one world when he was suddenly forcibly wrenched into another. He glared, not that there was anyone to see, and tried to fight it as his body began to walk about of it’s own will, he couldn’t resist. He could hear the commands in his head, tiny, snakelike whispers, ‘we’re going left now... now we’re going to fly... here... cobblestone again... testing a new texture pack...’
“What the hell...” He said out loud, again there was no one around that could hear, “It’s a texture pack? AND WHY AM I TESTING IT FOR GOD’S SAKE?!? I have more important things to do! We never stopped Israphel! Hole Diggers Inc. is nowhere nearing completion! There’s too much shit to do-”
‘Hm... don’t like that. Sandstone?’
“Yes...” He seethed, “Fucking YES, sandstone will look PERFECT for this build.” Xephos groaned as this voice commanded his body to do i
Community Service (GT): Chapter 3Elio’s POV
After tidying up a bit, I turned back to the small human lying on my pillow. I had tried to distract myself from the small, unconscious girl by cleaning but I obviously failed. Her presence weighed in on my mind, and I couldn’t push it away any longer. I gave in, kneeling beside the bed to examine the small, young human. She looked like a girl’s doll, so limp and life-less against the white cotton of the pillow.
I felt my chest clench in a strange way—the “doll’s” face looked so realistic, so perfectly detailed. I could see the creases in her clothes, her scarred flesh. Kneeling down beside the bed, I found myself slowly moving closer to the figure, until I could see the stitches in her shirt, the way her eyes flickered underneath her eye lids. I was acutely aware of the way my breath made the miniscule strands of hair flutter slightly. Never before had I felt so huge, so massive. I held my breath, feeling like a giant as I st
Rise of the Republic, Chapter 1 'Halved'Chapter 1
As the echos of pony trots could be heard from within the dense forest around them, the Whiteout Tomb moved hastily along the road of mixed mud, dirt and melting snow slush. Their breath was thick, moist and warm against the thin, cold air. Small, hazy specks in the air lightly kissed the soft, fine fur of the three ponies, walking along side the forest path. The pony leading in front of the other two was a light tan, bleach blonde and light green haired mare. Her horn was decorated with a silver tangle of swirls, and among the swirls dotted small finely cut purified emeralds. She bares a small overhanging cloak that covers her shoulders, attached to that is a hood, which covered the rest of her angelic face. Her clothe, spun of an evergreen color, the rims laced with gold. A silver piece clasped a green leaf ornament, of which bore the same swirls and emeralds as her horn, held her low hanging cap i
Swapped - Chp. 5 - Awakening (updated)Xephos looked around the strange room before he slowly pushed the covers off him and got out of the bed, sitting on the side of the mattress. “Where…. the hell am I?” He ran a hand through his hair, pushing it into it’s swept back look. The windows in the room were open, letting the light in. Slowly standing, his legs shaky underneath him, he walked over the the window, gripping onto the seal to keep his balance. “Oh… my god…” Xephos’s mouth fell open some, his eyes wide as he looked at the city before him… the city that he dreamt of last night.
-Beep beep- -beep beep-
Xephos whipped around at the sound, his hand reached over his shoulder where his sword would have been, but it wasn’t. His gaze fell on the nightstand, where there was a small square device, it’s screen was lit with things appearing on it.
He slowly walked over to it, on constant alert in case something jumped at him. Reaching out at arm
Anna's memories about her brother death
Anna was 16 years old when Van Kleiss killed her family and then Rex immediately decided that she should be with him, she told that she his childhood best friend and Rex help her. She was in Providence a while and was upset. Anna decided write a letter to her brother.
He's a archaeologist, 20 years old, he have the same brown eyes and the same hair color as Anna's, and bangs too. Aleksandr was gentle and clever, he love her sister.
He was in Egypt. But when he read a letter, immediately went to her.
Anna was walking, wait her older brother.
He noticed her.
"Anna!" He run to her.
"Brother! I'm missed you." She hugged him.
"Me too... Are you ok?" He asked.
"Heh, not so... I would cry if I said... You know."
"I'm should be with you... I am so sorry..."
"I glad to see you, brother." She hugged him again
Kidaxreader part 2After school you catch up to Kida “Hi, I’m (name) you seem like a funny guy so I wanted to-“ Kida gets on his knees and throws his arms out toward you “oh, my goddess, your curves are those of perfection and you skirt shows off the glowing skin of your thighs.” You blush and blurt out trying to change the subject “I was going to stop by the sweets store to get some pudding, want to come?” He stands up smiling, holding out his arm. “Gladly my lady.” Too embarrassed to put your arm in his you just walk and he walks beside you starting to make jokes and inform you of the things that are happening on campus. When there, he buys you a vanilla pudding cup, you apologize to him for forgetting that you had no money. The two of you eat the pudding while talking and when done he looks at you with a smile “What do you want to do now?” You think, putting your finger on your lip. “Want to play video games at my place?” Hi
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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