Hi minna-san! I've got a good friend of mine here right now that really
wants to say a few words... *raging mad figure grabs microphone from TLP and
pushes him off of the stage*
Alright all! My name is Andrew, and you know what? I can't believe the
blatant disregard you give for my character! *mimics girly voice* "Rescue
Darien and Serena, Andrew can die for all I care." What the heck is that
supposed to mean? I'm a person too! *cane reaches out from side of stage,
hooks Andrew around the neck, and yanks him off*
*TLP climbs back onto the stage and picks up the mic* Um... that was
interesting... maybe we can throw him and Grace in a room together and see
who wins. Bets anyone?
Anyway, on with the story, ne minna?
-- TLP ^(=)^
AIM: The Lone Pig
Deus Ex Machina
PG
PART 7 of *now you decide... ^^*
Characters not mine, not Naoko's, belong to some crazy studio that bought
her out... oh well, happens to the best of us, ne?
This part is dedicated to Mehgth for really no important reason aside from
just being able to dedicate something because I WROTE THE STORY!!! That's
right, I own it. But anyway, thanks to Mehgth for allowing me to help her
with her English assignment, confiding in me, and trusting... ^_~ You go
girl!
The room had long since filled with smoke. Darien lay unconcious on the
floor. His breathing came in ragged gasps.
The old door, reinforced by the various tables by Darien, buckled slightly
as a large weight was thrust against it. The barracade grinded against the
floor as it gave way with each successive ramming.
Darien coughed violently and his eyes shot open. Through watery eyes, he
watched as his reinforement lost more and more gorund. Darien pulled
himself to the wall and sat up against it. He painfully drew his sword and
prepared himself. It was hopeless, he knew, but Darien rationalized that he
would not give up. He would see his persuers' deaths before his own.
The door shattered inward. Wood cut the air with such force, it buried
itself into the surrounding structure. Darien instinctively threw his arms
up and looked away.
Fresh air flooded into the room. A solitary shadow stood in the
illumination from the front from the front door.
Darien steadied his sword and prepared to strike with all of his energy.
And then a familiar voice spoke.
"Darien? Are you in here?"
"Andrew?" coughed Darien.
The familiar smile of Darien's best friend entered the room as Andrew peeked
around the corner.
"Darien! What happened to you?" shouted Andrew, who rushed to aid his
friend.
As Andrew ran to the aide of his friend, Darien was overwhelmed with a sese
of nausea and faltered. Andrew caught him and quickly helped Darien from
the smoke-filled guardhouse.
"Thank you Andrew," managed Darien as he slumped to the ground just outside.
"It doesn't look like anyone is left. How did this happen?"
"They were here before. They came in several days ago, posing as merchants,
guards, citizens -- whatever. There wasn't any way we could have stopped
this."
"Wha...?" asked Andrew.
"See for yourself," replied Darien, gesturing to the guardhouse. "The
bodies inside are days old. They must have been killed and stored in here
while our assailants waited to this opportunity to attack."
Andrew blinked in disbelief. "I can't believe that we were overtaken so
easily..."
"We have underestimated our enemy," replied Darien solemnly. "CCome Andrew,
we must raise the forces that we can and rally to our King."
"Darien... the castle is vacated. Everyone living has evacuated. The queen
has been taken. Our city is gone, we must move on..."
Darien stood to his full height. He was an impressive sight. He bore the
look of a natural leader.
"Then we must regoin our king and find what he desires our next course of
action."
"Darien, wake up!" yelled Andrew. "It's over! Everything is gone! We
should just give up now!"
"No Andrew! If hope is lost, then all is lost."
Darien grabbed Andrew's shoulders and looked directly into his friend's
eyes.
"Talk sense! You've never been this pessimistic beofre! We still have a
chance! We may have underestimated them, but now they do us! DOn't you
see? Once man can change the tides of war!"
Andrew grinned. "Very well then, if I can't convince you to give up this
silly escapade through friendship and common sense, I suppose a little
violence is in order."
Darien's eyes widened. "Andrew?"
"Do not refer to me by that name... your friend is dead now. Lord Falken
has taken care of that, I'm sure..."
Darien tried to pull back, but found that he had no control over his own
limbs. The figure before him grinned wickedly, revealing a row of jagged
teeth. Its eyes glowed red and lightning arced into Darien's body. It took
only a few seconds before Darien lost conciousness and found himself
submerged into his own subconciousness.
Suddenly, Darien found himself standing on a grassy knoll. The day was
beautiful, perfect for a picnic. Sitting at the top of the hill, underneath
a lone tree, sat a couple who looked very much in love. Everything felt so
familiar to him...
And then everything was dark and the female figure stood encircled by
silhouettes. She faltered and fell to the ground and the shadows
encompassed her. She screamed. The creatures left and she stared directly
at Darien. Her eyes were deep and sad. She was so familiar. And then she
fell to the ground.
An elderly man appeared and walked over to the young woman, who had now been
treated and was laying in an enormous bed. The old man picked up her hand
and held it to his cheek. Tears flowed freely from the man's eyes.
"My sweet Usagi," he said. "If only I could fix the circumstances of these
past few weeks... ever since you appeared in that light. You were a gift
from the gods..."
Darien's eyes widened. The blue light...
Memories flooded into this mind. A picnic... *flash* he was with someone...
*flash* "I love you"... *flash* a familiar smile... *flash* and then a
bright blue light... *flash* "Mamoru!" screamed a female voice...
Darien threw his hand out to the black emptiness. "Usagi! I will come for
you! I remember my promise!"
A familiar blue light shot from the sky and encompassed Darien's body. So
intense was the light that Darien's assailants turned away and sheltered
their eyes. The light dimmed, and Darien's body was gone...
The man laughed. His guise as Andrew faded away, revealing the countenance
of a mage.
"Sir?" asked a soldier from the opposite guardhouse. "What shall we do?"
"Nothing for now," smirked the mage. "This game has suddenly become a lot
more interesting..."
And on the other side of the continent, in the Terindya kingdom, a door
opened. An old man with a crown perched upon his furrowed brow entered the
room, followed by two very fancily dressed imperial courtiers. An old
woman, stooped with age, bustled in behind them.
The parade came to a halt at the foot of the huge bed which occupied roughly
half of the room. The young woman in the bed stirred and sat up. Her eyes
remained half-closed from sheer exhaustion.
The old woman continued further into the room, until she stood at the side
of the bed. A frail, withered hand reached out from the thick folds of
robes and gripped Serena's wrist. Serena's eyes shot open and she stared at
the old woman, a mixture of horror and surprise on her face. The old woman
began chanting something mysterious and Serena found herself staring into
the old woman's eyes. Those eyes glowed a mysterious red as the woman
continued chanting. Serena lost herself into a world in her
subconciousness... a world she had forgotten existed. A picnic... a man...
no, a boyfriend... Mamoru?... who was Mamoru?...
And then she felt like she was being pulled out from icy water and back onto
dry land. Serena shivered, and pulled the warm blankets tighter around her.
She wanted to run, to escape this place... she wanted to be with the one
she loved. But she was so confused. Who did she love? Everytime she
thought of her life with Kashue, she somehow managed to find herself lost in
the eyes of the handsome young lieutenant.
"The magic is strong," announced the old woman. "To undo its effects, I
will require a lot of time."
"Whatever is necessary," replied the king.
The old woman smiled. Nobody stood close enough to peer into the cowl of
her robes where a very sharp-toothed grin formed.
The gardens were nearing. Andrew's heart pounded in unison with his
footsteps. His pulse beat in his ears, and his breathing came in ragged,
quick gasps. A cracked cobblestone was all it took to shatter Andrew's
hopes as his foot caught the corner of it and he tumbled to the ground.
Behind him, the footsteps of Lord Falken slowed as he found his prey now
trapped and unable to escape in time...
===================================================================
Hello there friendly SMRFFers... welcome to the bottom of the fic. And now,
for your choices as to what happens next:
1 Darien has been taken away by a blue light. Has he been returned to his
world? will he reappear to help his beloved Serena?
2 Serena is confused as ever. And so, I'm sure, are you... is that a Yoma
serving up some trouble with Serena's mind? Will Darien burst in just in
time? Well, maybe...
3 Andrew is there folks... he could play a vital role... maybe... if he
ever gets out of his situation... just a hint... ^^
Alrighty, there's your choices... they will vary more as I develop a little
bit further into the plot, and then you'll have more story in what direction
the story is heading...
'till next time, ja minna!
wants to say a few words... *raging mad figure grabs microphone from TLP and
pushes him off of the stage*
Alright all! My name is Andrew, and you know what? I can't believe the
blatant disregard you give for my character! *mimics girly voice* "Rescue
Darien and Serena, Andrew can die for all I care." What the heck is that
supposed to mean? I'm a person too! *cane reaches out from side of stage,
hooks Andrew around the neck, and yanks him off*
*TLP climbs back onto the stage and picks up the mic* Um... that was
interesting... maybe we can throw him and Grace in a room together and see
who wins. Bets anyone?
Anyway, on with the story, ne minna?
-- TLP ^(=)^
AIM: The Lone Pig
Deus Ex Machina
PG
PART 7 of *now you decide... ^^*
Characters not mine, not Naoko's, belong to some crazy studio that bought
her out... oh well, happens to the best of us, ne?
This part is dedicated to Mehgth for really no important reason aside from
just being able to dedicate something because I WROTE THE STORY!!! That's
right, I own it. But anyway, thanks to Mehgth for allowing me to help her
with her English assignment, confiding in me, and trusting... ^_~ You go
girl!
The room had long since filled with smoke. Darien lay unconcious on the
floor. His breathing came in ragged gasps.
The old door, reinforced by the various tables by Darien, buckled slightly
as a large weight was thrust against it. The barracade grinded against the
floor as it gave way with each successive ramming.
Darien coughed violently and his eyes shot open. Through watery eyes, he
watched as his reinforement lost more and more gorund. Darien pulled
himself to the wall and sat up against it. He painfully drew his sword and
prepared himself. It was hopeless, he knew, but Darien rationalized that he
would not give up. He would see his persuers' deaths before his own.
The door shattered inward. Wood cut the air with such force, it buried
itself into the surrounding structure. Darien instinctively threw his arms
up and looked away.
Fresh air flooded into the room. A solitary shadow stood in the
illumination from the front from the front door.
Darien steadied his sword and prepared to strike with all of his energy.
And then a familiar voice spoke.
"Darien? Are you in here?"
"Andrew?" coughed Darien.
The familiar smile of Darien's best friend entered the room as Andrew peeked
around the corner.
"Darien! What happened to you?" shouted Andrew, who rushed to aid his
friend.
As Andrew ran to the aide of his friend, Darien was overwhelmed with a sese
of nausea and faltered. Andrew caught him and quickly helped Darien from
the smoke-filled guardhouse.
"Thank you Andrew," managed Darien as he slumped to the ground just outside.
"It doesn't look like anyone is left. How did this happen?"
"They were here before. They came in several days ago, posing as merchants,
guards, citizens -- whatever. There wasn't any way we could have stopped
this."
"Wha...?" asked Andrew.
"See for yourself," replied Darien, gesturing to the guardhouse. "The
bodies inside are days old. They must have been killed and stored in here
while our assailants waited to this opportunity to attack."
Andrew blinked in disbelief. "I can't believe that we were overtaken so
easily..."
"We have underestimated our enemy," replied Darien solemnly. "CCome Andrew,
we must raise the forces that we can and rally to our King."
"Darien... the castle is vacated. Everyone living has evacuated. The queen
has been taken. Our city is gone, we must move on..."
Darien stood to his full height. He was an impressive sight. He bore the
look of a natural leader.
"Then we must regoin our king and find what he desires our next course of
action."
"Darien, wake up!" yelled Andrew. "It's over! Everything is gone! We
should just give up now!"
"No Andrew! If hope is lost, then all is lost."
Darien grabbed Andrew's shoulders and looked directly into his friend's
eyes.
"Talk sense! You've never been this pessimistic beofre! We still have a
chance! We may have underestimated them, but now they do us! DOn't you
see? Once man can change the tides of war!"
Andrew grinned. "Very well then, if I can't convince you to give up this
silly escapade through friendship and common sense, I suppose a little
violence is in order."
Darien's eyes widened. "Andrew?"
"Do not refer to me by that name... your friend is dead now. Lord Falken
has taken care of that, I'm sure..."
Darien tried to pull back, but found that he had no control over his own
limbs. The figure before him grinned wickedly, revealing a row of jagged
teeth. Its eyes glowed red and lightning arced into Darien's body. It took
only a few seconds before Darien lost conciousness and found himself
submerged into his own subconciousness.
Suddenly, Darien found himself standing on a grassy knoll. The day was
beautiful, perfect for a picnic. Sitting at the top of the hill, underneath
a lone tree, sat a couple who looked very much in love. Everything felt so
familiar to him...
And then everything was dark and the female figure stood encircled by
silhouettes. She faltered and fell to the ground and the shadows
encompassed her. She screamed. The creatures left and she stared directly
at Darien. Her eyes were deep and sad. She was so familiar. And then she
fell to the ground.
An elderly man appeared and walked over to the young woman, who had now been
treated and was laying in an enormous bed. The old man picked up her hand
and held it to his cheek. Tears flowed freely from the man's eyes.
"My sweet Usagi," he said. "If only I could fix the circumstances of these
past few weeks... ever since you appeared in that light. You were a gift
from the gods..."
Darien's eyes widened. The blue light...
Memories flooded into this mind. A picnic... *flash* he was with someone...
*flash* "I love you"... *flash* a familiar smile... *flash* and then a
bright blue light... *flash* "Mamoru!" screamed a female voice...
Darien threw his hand out to the black emptiness. "Usagi! I will come for
you! I remember my promise!"
A familiar blue light shot from the sky and encompassed Darien's body. So
intense was the light that Darien's assailants turned away and sheltered
their eyes. The light dimmed, and Darien's body was gone...
The man laughed. His guise as Andrew faded away, revealing the countenance
of a mage.
"Sir?" asked a soldier from the opposite guardhouse. "What shall we do?"
"Nothing for now," smirked the mage. "This game has suddenly become a lot
more interesting..."
And on the other side of the continent, in the Terindya kingdom, a door
opened. An old man with a crown perched upon his furrowed brow entered the
room, followed by two very fancily dressed imperial courtiers. An old
woman, stooped with age, bustled in behind them.
The parade came to a halt at the foot of the huge bed which occupied roughly
half of the room. The young woman in the bed stirred and sat up. Her eyes
remained half-closed from sheer exhaustion.
The old woman continued further into the room, until she stood at the side
of the bed. A frail, withered hand reached out from the thick folds of
robes and gripped Serena's wrist. Serena's eyes shot open and she stared at
the old woman, a mixture of horror and surprise on her face. The old woman
began chanting something mysterious and Serena found herself staring into
the old woman's eyes. Those eyes glowed a mysterious red as the woman
continued chanting. Serena lost herself into a world in her
subconciousness... a world she had forgotten existed. A picnic... a man...
no, a boyfriend... Mamoru?... who was Mamoru?...
And then she felt like she was being pulled out from icy water and back onto
dry land. Serena shivered, and pulled the warm blankets tighter around her.
She wanted to run, to escape this place... she wanted to be with the one
she loved. But she was so confused. Who did she love? Everytime she
thought of her life with Kashue, she somehow managed to find herself lost in
the eyes of the handsome young lieutenant.
"The magic is strong," announced the old woman. "To undo its effects, I
will require a lot of time."
"Whatever is necessary," replied the king.
The old woman smiled. Nobody stood close enough to peer into the cowl of
her robes where a very sharp-toothed grin formed.
The gardens were nearing. Andrew's heart pounded in unison with his
footsteps. His pulse beat in his ears, and his breathing came in ragged,
quick gasps. A cracked cobblestone was all it took to shatter Andrew's
hopes as his foot caught the corner of it and he tumbled to the ground.
Behind him, the footsteps of Lord Falken slowed as he found his prey now
trapped and unable to escape in time...
===================================================================
Hello there friendly SMRFFers... welcome to the bottom of the fic. And now,
for your choices as to what happens next:
1 Darien has been taken away by a blue light. Has he been returned to his
world? will he reappear to help his beloved Serena?
2 Serena is confused as ever. And so, I'm sure, are you... is that a Yoma
serving up some trouble with Serena's mind? Will Darien burst in just in
time? Well, maybe...
3 Andrew is there folks... he could play a vital role... maybe... if he
ever gets out of his situation... just a hint... ^^
Alrighty, there's your choices... they will vary more as I develop a little
bit further into the plot, and then you'll have more story in what direction
the story is heading...
'till next time, ja minna!