A Very Ronin Christmas
By BlueBlaze
Chapter 1: Mindless Jabbering
This is Before Talpa's second defeat. It includes me, BlueBlaze in my own made up armor, called the Armor of Forest. It is the brother armor of the Inferno, so it is just as or more powerful than it. That might be all you really need to know, for now. There is going to be some mindless jabbering, but its fun to write. ^__^
BlueBlaze: I just finished putting up our Christmas tree less than an hour ago with my dad's help. By the end of the week, our electric bill will be through the roof. I'm in sort of a Christmas mood, so I'll write this. I'm still upset when I lost my six page long poem called "How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Part Two." It was the coolest thing. I want it back! *Wails* *Stops suddenly* Robin took it! I can't even trust my own little sister, but who does? I'll search the ends of the earth for it. Cleva, Bob, can you go look for it? Pueeeeeeees? *Give big puppy eyes*
Cleva: Fine then! But then you must allow me to blow up the school afterwards.
BlueBlaze: I'll let you destroy that AND every other school you want AND anything else you want!
Cleva: Really? Anything I want? How about Hercule?
BlueBlaze: No, not him. The world needs their "champion."
Cleva: Awww, crap. Well then, how about Talpa.
BlueBlaze: No, I want to destroy him. Besides, you're not even in this story except the mindless jabber.
Cleva: Then, can I blow up Bob?
Bob: *Shakes his head vigorously and puts his hands up to try to protect himself* (He's mute. What else is he supposed to do?) *Tugs at BluBlaze's shirt*
BlueBlaze: Sure, just don't kill him.
Cleva: Yea!!! *Jumps into the air* I'm gonna have fun with this. *Grins evilly*
Bob: *Gets dragged by Cleva out the door to find my poem*
BlueBlaze: It would be so ironic if it was under this big stack of papers under my bed. And knowing Cleva, she WILL search to the ends of the Earth and beyond to destroy anything with her entire military arsenal. I wonder where she gets all those things? Black market I suppose. I'm done complaining about my lost poem, although I still believe someone stole (namely a certain little sister of mine) *Stares at Robin who is not home right now* (I wonder how I did that? Oh well.) It and is taking all MY credit!!! On to my story, but first, the part you love to hear, the LEGAL CRAP!!!
LEGAL CRAP: I don't own Ronin Warriors. If I did, Robin would be so dead by now. I'd love to have five HOT guys to be my bodyguards and assassins. I don't own The Grinch, but someday if Christmas is stolen, you'll know it was me. (I'm just joking. I'd NEVER steal Christmas. You get presents for free, and the second longest break from school. That's more than enough for me, but don't change a thing except gimme more presents.) ^__^ I don't own the song "Deck the Halls." If I did I would actually HAVE A COMPUTER OF MY OWN!!! I want my own computer!!! *Wails* I WANT A COMPUTER!!! I WANT ONE!!! I WANT ONE!!! I WANT ONE!!! *Keeps wailing*
Santa: Stop your wailing this instant, or you'll get nothing but coal this Christmas!
BlueBlaze: Huh? Santa? You're real? I thought my parents just made you up?
Santa: Oh no. I'm real. You wanna see Rudolf and the other reindeer?
BlueBlaze: Sure! Is Olive there?
Santa: Olive? Who's Olive?
BlueBlaze: You know, from that song. "...You would even say it glows. Olive, the other reindeer, used to call him names..." You know?
Santa: Huh? Oh you mean. "...You would even say it glows. ALL OF the other reindeer, used to call him names..." It's ALL OF not Olive. You're a complete idiot!
BlueBlaze: I am not a complete idiot! Some parts are missing!
Santa: Huh? ?_?
BlueBlaze: ^________________________^ I found it on a bumper sticker
Santa: Oh.
BlueBlaze: Can I have a computer for Christmas? Pueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssssssss? *Big puppy eyes*
Santa: Okay! Okay! Just stop with the puppy eyes! I can't stand them! Is there anything ELSE you want?
BlueBlaze: *Grins evilly* Why yes. * Pulls out a rolled up paper that is miles long. She starts reading it.* Besides the computer, I want a Playstation 2 with every game made for it and PS1. I want the biggest flat screen TV for my room. I want to an only child. I want.....
Santa: Oh crap! I absolutely HATE kids like this! Damn those puppy eyes!
*BlueBlaze goes on forever with her list. Might as well say the 2nd part of the LEGAL CRAP.*
2nd part of the LEGAL CRAP: I don't own the "Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer" song. I don't own Santa. He's property of Mrs. Claus, not me. What would I do with a fat man who works only one night of the year? Hmmmm? My point exactly. The only thing I DO OWN is this crappy story and Cleva and Bob. Nothing else. Not even my sanity, but I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy EVERY moment of it!!! ^____________________________^ And of all the things I've lost, my mind is what I miss the most. I'm sad. That should be on my Christmas list too. Got that Santa?
Santa: Yeah I got it. *Mutters under breath* You selfish @&%#$.
BlueBlaze: What did you say?
Santa: Uh... I better be going. Merry Christmas, BlueBlaze!
BlueBlaze: Merry Christmas Santa! *Waves* Hey wait a minute. How did he know my name?
*Ba-Ba-Baaaaaaaaaaa*
BlueBlaze: Where did that come from? Where's that speaker?
*Cleva giggles in the distance*
BlueBlaze: I'll get you, Cleva!!! Get back here now.
*Chases her until they can no longer be seen*
Bob: (Translation) Okay. Now on with the fic........... Once BlueBlaze gets back. It's cold out here. *Goes to the door. Its locked* Its locked, and only BlueBlaze has the key. Crap. Until she gets back, hold tight. And, um, anyone got a jacket for me? Anyone? Hello? *Frozen tumbleweeds roll by*
By BlueBlaze
Chapter 1: Mindless Jabbering
This is Before Talpa's second defeat. It includes me, BlueBlaze in my own made up armor, called the Armor of Forest. It is the brother armor of the Inferno, so it is just as or more powerful than it. That might be all you really need to know, for now. There is going to be some mindless jabbering, but its fun to write. ^__^
BlueBlaze: I just finished putting up our Christmas tree less than an hour ago with my dad's help. By the end of the week, our electric bill will be through the roof. I'm in sort of a Christmas mood, so I'll write this. I'm still upset when I lost my six page long poem called "How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Part Two." It was the coolest thing. I want it back! *Wails* *Stops suddenly* Robin took it! I can't even trust my own little sister, but who does? I'll search the ends of the earth for it. Cleva, Bob, can you go look for it? Pueeeeeeees? *Give big puppy eyes*
Cleva: Fine then! But then you must allow me to blow up the school afterwards.
BlueBlaze: I'll let you destroy that AND every other school you want AND anything else you want!
Cleva: Really? Anything I want? How about Hercule?
BlueBlaze: No, not him. The world needs their "champion."
Cleva: Awww, crap. Well then, how about Talpa.
BlueBlaze: No, I want to destroy him. Besides, you're not even in this story except the mindless jabber.
Cleva: Then, can I blow up Bob?
Bob: *Shakes his head vigorously and puts his hands up to try to protect himself* (He's mute. What else is he supposed to do?) *Tugs at BluBlaze's shirt*
BlueBlaze: Sure, just don't kill him.
Cleva: Yea!!! *Jumps into the air* I'm gonna have fun with this. *Grins evilly*
Bob: *Gets dragged by Cleva out the door to find my poem*
BlueBlaze: It would be so ironic if it was under this big stack of papers under my bed. And knowing Cleva, she WILL search to the ends of the Earth and beyond to destroy anything with her entire military arsenal. I wonder where she gets all those things? Black market I suppose. I'm done complaining about my lost poem, although I still believe someone stole (namely a certain little sister of mine) *Stares at Robin who is not home right now* (I wonder how I did that? Oh well.) It and is taking all MY credit!!! On to my story, but first, the part you love to hear, the LEGAL CRAP!!!
LEGAL CRAP: I don't own Ronin Warriors. If I did, Robin would be so dead by now. I'd love to have five HOT guys to be my bodyguards and assassins. I don't own The Grinch, but someday if Christmas is stolen, you'll know it was me. (I'm just joking. I'd NEVER steal Christmas. You get presents for free, and the second longest break from school. That's more than enough for me, but don't change a thing except gimme more presents.) ^__^ I don't own the song "Deck the Halls." If I did I would actually HAVE A COMPUTER OF MY OWN!!! I want my own computer!!! *Wails* I WANT A COMPUTER!!! I WANT ONE!!! I WANT ONE!!! I WANT ONE!!! *Keeps wailing*
Santa: Stop your wailing this instant, or you'll get nothing but coal this Christmas!
BlueBlaze: Huh? Santa? You're real? I thought my parents just made you up?
Santa: Oh no. I'm real. You wanna see Rudolf and the other reindeer?
BlueBlaze: Sure! Is Olive there?
Santa: Olive? Who's Olive?
BlueBlaze: You know, from that song. "...You would even say it glows. Olive, the other reindeer, used to call him names..." You know?
Santa: Huh? Oh you mean. "...You would even say it glows. ALL OF the other reindeer, used to call him names..." It's ALL OF not Olive. You're a complete idiot!
BlueBlaze: I am not a complete idiot! Some parts are missing!
Santa: Huh? ?_?
BlueBlaze: ^________________________^ I found it on a bumper sticker
Santa: Oh.
BlueBlaze: Can I have a computer for Christmas? Pueeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssssssssssssss? *Big puppy eyes*
Santa: Okay! Okay! Just stop with the puppy eyes! I can't stand them! Is there anything ELSE you want?
BlueBlaze: *Grins evilly* Why yes. * Pulls out a rolled up paper that is miles long. She starts reading it.* Besides the computer, I want a Playstation 2 with every game made for it and PS1. I want the biggest flat screen TV for my room. I want to an only child. I want.....
Santa: Oh crap! I absolutely HATE kids like this! Damn those puppy eyes!
*BlueBlaze goes on forever with her list. Might as well say the 2nd part of the LEGAL CRAP.*
2nd part of the LEGAL CRAP: I don't own the "Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer" song. I don't own Santa. He's property of Mrs. Claus, not me. What would I do with a fat man who works only one night of the year? Hmmmm? My point exactly. The only thing I DO OWN is this crappy story and Cleva and Bob. Nothing else. Not even my sanity, but I don't suffer from insanity, I enjoy EVERY moment of it!!! ^____________________________^ And of all the things I've lost, my mind is what I miss the most. I'm sad. That should be on my Christmas list too. Got that Santa?
Santa: Yeah I got it. *Mutters under breath* You selfish @&%#$.
BlueBlaze: What did you say?
Santa: Uh... I better be going. Merry Christmas, BlueBlaze!
BlueBlaze: Merry Christmas Santa! *Waves* Hey wait a minute. How did he know my name?
*Ba-Ba-Baaaaaaaaaaa*
BlueBlaze: Where did that come from? Where's that speaker?
*Cleva giggles in the distance*
BlueBlaze: I'll get you, Cleva!!! Get back here now.
*Chases her until they can no longer be seen*
Bob: (Translation) Okay. Now on with the fic........... Once BlueBlaze gets back. It's cold out here. *Goes to the door. Its locked* Its locked, and only BlueBlaze has the key. Crap. Until she gets back, hold tight. And, um, anyone got a jacket for me? Anyone? Hello? *Frozen tumbleweeds roll by*
