Mmmkay, its time for another chapter *drum rolls, with a cymbal crash*. And I have a new Zoid - a Zaber Fang. I'm happy *Puts on Van lop sided smile*. But I want a Liger..........
:-)
Anyways - on with the show?
Disclaimer - I don't own Zoids. However, Thomas Shubaltz is MINE. Oh, yeah, Robert J Hunter is really mine... So hands off *smacks Ninetails on the hand* and I donate Ryss to Naomi *Cause she is a legend* and all of her clothes that I make, go to her...
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Karl stared blankly at the piece of paper that Ryss had handed to him, his eyes lined with dark rings due to the extra work that needed to be completed. "Whats this about?" Karl demanded, not sounding impressed.
"It's a function that I need a partner for..." Ryss was rudely cut off by the Major
"And what gave you that stupid idea that I wanted to go?" Karl pouted as he put on his hat "Uh-huh no way" he started to walk out of the room
"Would you like to see what I am going to wear?" Ryss telepathically told Karl, which immediatly piqued his interest
"What?" He said. No sooner muttered, he saw a red mini cocktail dress and fishnet stockings. Karl drooled, and relented.
"Ok then," he sounded defeated "When is it?"
"Its on the card, sweetie" Ryss replied, smugly. She sauntered over and gave Karl a peck on the cheek. Karl closed his eyes and whimpered, she whispered "See you then" as she drew back, dissappearing into the ethers. Karl was completly smitten by that unique smell that was only Ryss, lavender. Karl mumbled "You smell like lavender", to which he had a mocking laugh echo inside of his head.
"Your too tired, let me help..." Ryss telepathically told Karl, just as Thomas entered, brandishing a familiar clipboard, the etheral shadow of Ryss dissapated.
"Damn, she is a freaky one, eh Karl..." Thomas was muttering, just loud enough for his brother to hear. Unfortunatly, Karl wasn't in the listening mood. He was completely spaced out, his glazed over eyes laid unfocused at a distant point in the ceiling. His head was tilted back in his chair, and the normally perfectly placed cap had fallen off of his head, rolling aimlessly on the floor. The normally perfectly kept hair, swayed softly in the air conditioning, the fringe playfully brushing across his face. His breathing was deep and regular, and his hands laid entwined on the desk. Between his fingers was a small gold envelope, with an R only visible, the rest covered by the Major's hand. A soft, carefree smirk light up his normal face.
Thomas, dunfounded at his brother, the usually one track Karl Lichten Shubaltz, was in another land. So, he walked over, softly, and sat down, quizically looking at his older sibling. Then Thomas noticed a sound, a soft tapping. Karl's booted foot was tapping to a rhythm that was only Karl could hear. He started to hum and mumur a tune, in a deep baritone, not to unfamiliar, but it still seemed completely alien. His smile widened as the tune progressed, but as it ended existing in his head a sad crease burrowed its way into his forehead. Karl slowly regained his faculties, his eyes focusing on his brother.
"Huh, wha..." Karl was still groggy, as he saw Thomas sitting down, at his desk.
"You have been basically asleep for, oh an hour"
"What, I Major Karl Lichten Shubaltz, asleep at my job? Never." Karl quickly straightened up his jacket and returned to work. This just was rewarded with a snicker from the little brother. He could be as stubborn as I am, it must be a hereditary trait...
"So what is this all about?" Karl resumed the persona of a Major and lent forward, eager to hear what his brother had to say. Thomas, losing the smile taht was brandishing his face, tossed the clipboard to the Major, forcing it to skitter across the table, leaving little scratches on its journey. Karl slapped his hand on it, to stop it as it reached him, and he read the order sheet. Karl's delicate signature adorned the OIC section.
"So, these are your orders. Do you have a problem with that?" Karl was intrigued at his brothers sudden temper, and his uneasiness that he could sense from his eyes.
"YES!" Thomas stood up quickly, making the chair fall and slide across the floor "I AM NOT PILOTING THAT ZOID"
"Why not? It is the Shadow Liger..." The realisation snapped in his head. That was Van's Zoid, the last before he died...
"It just, it just..." Thomas was on the verge of tears "I just can't." He stormed out, the hot tears streaming down his face. If he had looked back, he would ahve looked into a mirror.
"Don't worry, I have a way of getting him back in..." Ryss was still there, listening to the heated exchange.
"Do it, you are the boss. But before you go... Can you sing for me again?" Karl was like a child, his eyes were drinking in Ryss, just as her's were doing to him. He pleaded some more, and Ryss gave up. Karl closed his eyes and resumed his previous position as the tune started where it left off...
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Thomas was walking, almost jogging, not looking where he was going, and the tears just continued to fall. He rounded the corner towards sick bay a little too fast, skidding out and smashing into the wall. He let out a small yelp of pain. A man, drinking a cup of black coffee (A/N I don't care. I never saw a cow on Zi, so where's the milk :) ) noticed the yelp and spun around, dropping the cup of scalding liquid against his white lab coat. "Thomas" A deep voice commanded the injured Lt. to stop, as he tried to upright himself, oblivious to the cuts, grazes and bruses he had already tormented his body with, as he had been using it as a battering ram since he left the office.
"Robert... Is that you?" a set of puffy red eyes treid to focus on the approching man, but they failed horribly, the whole time his neck was screeching in pain, from when he tried to get a trolley out of the way without the use of his hands.
"Yes it is, but what have you done to yourself?" Robert replied, wrapping his arm around Thomas' thin frame and hoisting him up. He started to slowly walk, holding Thomas upright and balanced.
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That'll do, I wanna go to bed early tonight, cause I am so tired. I was going to put a HELL of a lot more in it, but BAH I need some sleep too...
Jyu Mata
Maelgwyn
:-)
Anyways - on with the show?
Disclaimer - I don't own Zoids. However, Thomas Shubaltz is MINE. Oh, yeah, Robert J Hunter is really mine... So hands off *smacks Ninetails on the hand* and I donate Ryss to Naomi *Cause she is a legend* and all of her clothes that I make, go to her...
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Karl stared blankly at the piece of paper that Ryss had handed to him, his eyes lined with dark rings due to the extra work that needed to be completed. "Whats this about?" Karl demanded, not sounding impressed.
"It's a function that I need a partner for..." Ryss was rudely cut off by the Major
"And what gave you that stupid idea that I wanted to go?" Karl pouted as he put on his hat "Uh-huh no way" he started to walk out of the room
"Would you like to see what I am going to wear?" Ryss telepathically told Karl, which immediatly piqued his interest
"What?" He said. No sooner muttered, he saw a red mini cocktail dress and fishnet stockings. Karl drooled, and relented.
"Ok then," he sounded defeated "When is it?"
"Its on the card, sweetie" Ryss replied, smugly. She sauntered over and gave Karl a peck on the cheek. Karl closed his eyes and whimpered, she whispered "See you then" as she drew back, dissappearing into the ethers. Karl was completly smitten by that unique smell that was only Ryss, lavender. Karl mumbled "You smell like lavender", to which he had a mocking laugh echo inside of his head.
"Your too tired, let me help..." Ryss telepathically told Karl, just as Thomas entered, brandishing a familiar clipboard, the etheral shadow of Ryss dissapated.
"Damn, she is a freaky one, eh Karl..." Thomas was muttering, just loud enough for his brother to hear. Unfortunatly, Karl wasn't in the listening mood. He was completely spaced out, his glazed over eyes laid unfocused at a distant point in the ceiling. His head was tilted back in his chair, and the normally perfectly placed cap had fallen off of his head, rolling aimlessly on the floor. The normally perfectly kept hair, swayed softly in the air conditioning, the fringe playfully brushing across his face. His breathing was deep and regular, and his hands laid entwined on the desk. Between his fingers was a small gold envelope, with an R only visible, the rest covered by the Major's hand. A soft, carefree smirk light up his normal face.
Thomas, dunfounded at his brother, the usually one track Karl Lichten Shubaltz, was in another land. So, he walked over, softly, and sat down, quizically looking at his older sibling. Then Thomas noticed a sound, a soft tapping. Karl's booted foot was tapping to a rhythm that was only Karl could hear. He started to hum and mumur a tune, in a deep baritone, not to unfamiliar, but it still seemed completely alien. His smile widened as the tune progressed, but as it ended existing in his head a sad crease burrowed its way into his forehead. Karl slowly regained his faculties, his eyes focusing on his brother.
"Huh, wha..." Karl was still groggy, as he saw Thomas sitting down, at his desk.
"You have been basically asleep for, oh an hour"
"What, I Major Karl Lichten Shubaltz, asleep at my job? Never." Karl quickly straightened up his jacket and returned to work. This just was rewarded with a snicker from the little brother. He could be as stubborn as I am, it must be a hereditary trait...
"So what is this all about?" Karl resumed the persona of a Major and lent forward, eager to hear what his brother had to say. Thomas, losing the smile taht was brandishing his face, tossed the clipboard to the Major, forcing it to skitter across the table, leaving little scratches on its journey. Karl slapped his hand on it, to stop it as it reached him, and he read the order sheet. Karl's delicate signature adorned the OIC section.
"So, these are your orders. Do you have a problem with that?" Karl was intrigued at his brothers sudden temper, and his uneasiness that he could sense from his eyes.
"YES!" Thomas stood up quickly, making the chair fall and slide across the floor "I AM NOT PILOTING THAT ZOID"
"Why not? It is the Shadow Liger..." The realisation snapped in his head. That was Van's Zoid, the last before he died...
"It just, it just..." Thomas was on the verge of tears "I just can't." He stormed out, the hot tears streaming down his face. If he had looked back, he would ahve looked into a mirror.
"Don't worry, I have a way of getting him back in..." Ryss was still there, listening to the heated exchange.
"Do it, you are the boss. But before you go... Can you sing for me again?" Karl was like a child, his eyes were drinking in Ryss, just as her's were doing to him. He pleaded some more, and Ryss gave up. Karl closed his eyes and resumed his previous position as the tune started where it left off...
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Thomas was walking, almost jogging, not looking where he was going, and the tears just continued to fall. He rounded the corner towards sick bay a little too fast, skidding out and smashing into the wall. He let out a small yelp of pain. A man, drinking a cup of black coffee (A/N I don't care. I never saw a cow on Zi, so where's the milk :) ) noticed the yelp and spun around, dropping the cup of scalding liquid against his white lab coat. "Thomas" A deep voice commanded the injured Lt. to stop, as he tried to upright himself, oblivious to the cuts, grazes and bruses he had already tormented his body with, as he had been using it as a battering ram since he left the office.
"Robert... Is that you?" a set of puffy red eyes treid to focus on the approching man, but they failed horribly, the whole time his neck was screeching in pain, from when he tried to get a trolley out of the way without the use of his hands.
"Yes it is, but what have you done to yourself?" Robert replied, wrapping his arm around Thomas' thin frame and hoisting him up. He started to slowly walk, holding Thomas upright and balanced.
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That'll do, I wanna go to bed early tonight, cause I am so tired. I was going to put a HELL of a lot more in it, but BAH I need some sleep too...
Jyu Mata
Maelgwyn