Disclaimer: Must I say this again? I don't own Bloody Roar. And now my
brother is insane. That's nice brother. I'll see you later, brother.
Dedication: Um, amazingly, my sister! And my class of the 2002-2003 school year, I'll call everyone as soon as I can.
I wish my story would've gotten more reviews, but thanks for all that reviewed anyway! Anywho, Shenlong and Tsujae and another guy were supposed to eat breakfast at a teahouse in the real world to discuss the mission so far, but he had to get judged first, so that will take place in the next story. Also, I'm sorry if the paragraphs look wrong. If you know how to fix these things, email me please!!! Review replies are at the end.
Bloody Roar 3: Ghost Talk/ Judging the Slayer
The two spirits walked down a white-bricked pathway bordered with white tulips. It seemed abnormal, but Shen couldn't quite put his finger on it. He sighed softly, pushing his hands through his thick hair, which has grown back to its full length, like when he was leader of the ZLF. Once again, an unexplained phenomenon. He decided to ask Tsujae, who was busy studying a silver/blue/chrome watch on her right hand and a bracelet with 9 multicolored hearts on her left.
[Why did my hair just escalate in length?] Shenlong asked, messing with his black hair. He tried to pull it back into a ponytail, but realized that he didn't have his band. He sighed and let the growth of hair drop to his back when he comprehended that the girl wasn't listening.
[That's a last minute thing to do sir; are you absolutely sure?] Tsujae murmured, pulling her watch close to her mouth. She paused in speech for a moment before replying, [Yes sir, I can do that sir...I can do that sir...I can do that sir...okay, sir.] She sighed and dropped her arm to her side. [I'm in charge of you, Shenlong. You have to go see the Reaper now...]
[Hmm...] Shen said, somewhat still composed at the sudden change in events. [I get to see Satan?]
[No, man. You can atone for all your debauched actions!]
[You mean, make up for my sins so I don't go to hell, right?]
Tsujae suddenly reached for her hand with the bracelet, undoing the chain link and tossing it into the air. [Portico!] she shouted. [À razão de morte...]
[What does that do?] Shen asked, raising his arm to catch it. Tsujae grabbed him by it. [Where're we going, girl?]
[You'll see.]
Abruptly, an intense flare of purple burst up from the armlet, enrapturing them both a whirl of mist and smoke. Then, they slowly faded away into the white pallor of the hallway, tulips blowing from the disappearance.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shenlong and his guide landed onto a black tiled floor. The tiger wasn't used to landing the way he did though, and was knocked down to the ground. He stood quickly out of mortification.
[So this is the Death's home...setting would disturb Gado.] Shen murmured quietly, putting his hands into his pockets after he dusted himself off.
[Well, that's what everyone says the first time,] Tsujae replied.
[If you say so...] Shen said, glancing around. [Well, where's the guy?]
The two stood in a seemingly Goth room. Black was everything, and for respectable rationales too. Only ghosts could see the lifeless carcasses that decorated the corners of the area, but it was so incredibly dark that if Tsujae turned on the light, the ray would be a dark gray. The bones of the wicked who tried to take advantage of the already dead, and the fingers of the greedy who just wanted to be loaded with gold and jewels. But that didn't make it any easier for anyone that had night vision, though. Shenlong kept his mouth shut, since he used to it...
[Just wait.] Tsujae said. [I'll be back after you're judged. His name's Enasni.] She disappeared and the tiger stood quietly.
In a hazy emergence, white smog suddenly swathed the floor from nowhere, and a zoarthrope in beast form clothed in a black, long-sleeved tucked-in button-down shirt with a pair of black pants unhurriedly strode out the fog, looking somewhat in tired high spirits. He was strangely thin and petite for his beast form. His eyes had no soul, and flickered between dim shades of yellow.
Shenlong started to say something, but promptly rethought his words, as the man was undeniably a equal of his kind. He stared the jackal for a few minutes, who gazed in his direction without emotions.
Finally, after what he deemed an eternity, Shenlong stated the first words.
[You're gay aren't you?]
[Yes.]
[Ironic.]
[I know.]
After another few moments of glancing at anything but a cause of death, Shenlong looked him straight in the eye. He just realized that he was being given his verdict. For nine protracting minutes, the jackal iced his gaze and never looked away.
[You're adequate enough.] Enasni said, jaded suddenly. He picked at his claws.
Without warning, Tsujae reappeared, arms around the Reaper's neck. [Shenlong, I'm sending you to a town called Eprorazamuh. Find the teahouse, shouldn't be hard. See ya in a few.]
[That was out of the clear blue sky...] Shenlong said. As he faded away again, he shouted, [You gotta pay; I left my wallet back in my body!]
After a split second of silence between the two, Enasni sighed, closed his eyes and tilted his head back, wavering slightly. Tsujae moved her arms to support his waist, pushing his back forward with her shoulders.
[You're exhausted.] Tsujae said forlornly. [Too many people are living...]
[...]
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Okay! Second chapter done! Third chapter is on the grill and almost ready to serve! Yeah...Anywho, I didn't want to speak in different languages this time, but the words that weren't in English basically means 'to the cause of death'. Also, this story will eventually get more serious as it goes along, but I wanted to start out light-hearted first.
Random fact: Though Enasni (Grim Reaper) is gay, he has a girlfriend. It's Tsujae. Don't ask.
Review Reply:
Tiger5913: I totally agree! Of course he's gonna be awesome, he's Long's cooler side!
a-style-all-my-own: I have no idea how to do that...but I'll find someway around!!
Other people: I know you all want to review. Flame me, encourage me, love me, despise me.just review. Please. If you are dissing me though, remember this:
If you flame me and I think it of it as a good thing, is it still a flame?
Thanks for reading!
--Sethmarieka
Dedication: Um, amazingly, my sister! And my class of the 2002-2003 school year, I'll call everyone as soon as I can.
I wish my story would've gotten more reviews, but thanks for all that reviewed anyway! Anywho, Shenlong and Tsujae and another guy were supposed to eat breakfast at a teahouse in the real world to discuss the mission so far, but he had to get judged first, so that will take place in the next story. Also, I'm sorry if the paragraphs look wrong. If you know how to fix these things, email me please!!! Review replies are at the end.
Bloody Roar 3: Ghost Talk/ Judging the Slayer
The two spirits walked down a white-bricked pathway bordered with white tulips. It seemed abnormal, but Shen couldn't quite put his finger on it. He sighed softly, pushing his hands through his thick hair, which has grown back to its full length, like when he was leader of the ZLF. Once again, an unexplained phenomenon. He decided to ask Tsujae, who was busy studying a silver/blue/chrome watch on her right hand and a bracelet with 9 multicolored hearts on her left.
[Why did my hair just escalate in length?] Shenlong asked, messing with his black hair. He tried to pull it back into a ponytail, but realized that he didn't have his band. He sighed and let the growth of hair drop to his back when he comprehended that the girl wasn't listening.
[That's a last minute thing to do sir; are you absolutely sure?] Tsujae murmured, pulling her watch close to her mouth. She paused in speech for a moment before replying, [Yes sir, I can do that sir...I can do that sir...I can do that sir...okay, sir.] She sighed and dropped her arm to her side. [I'm in charge of you, Shenlong. You have to go see the Reaper now...]
[Hmm...] Shen said, somewhat still composed at the sudden change in events. [I get to see Satan?]
[No, man. You can atone for all your debauched actions!]
[You mean, make up for my sins so I don't go to hell, right?]
Tsujae suddenly reached for her hand with the bracelet, undoing the chain link and tossing it into the air. [Portico!] she shouted. [À razão de morte...]
[What does that do?] Shen asked, raising his arm to catch it. Tsujae grabbed him by it. [Where're we going, girl?]
[You'll see.]
Abruptly, an intense flare of purple burst up from the armlet, enrapturing them both a whirl of mist and smoke. Then, they slowly faded away into the white pallor of the hallway, tulips blowing from the disappearance.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shenlong and his guide landed onto a black tiled floor. The tiger wasn't used to landing the way he did though, and was knocked down to the ground. He stood quickly out of mortification.
[So this is the Death's home...setting would disturb Gado.] Shen murmured quietly, putting his hands into his pockets after he dusted himself off.
[Well, that's what everyone says the first time,] Tsujae replied.
[If you say so...] Shen said, glancing around. [Well, where's the guy?]
The two stood in a seemingly Goth room. Black was everything, and for respectable rationales too. Only ghosts could see the lifeless carcasses that decorated the corners of the area, but it was so incredibly dark that if Tsujae turned on the light, the ray would be a dark gray. The bones of the wicked who tried to take advantage of the already dead, and the fingers of the greedy who just wanted to be loaded with gold and jewels. But that didn't make it any easier for anyone that had night vision, though. Shenlong kept his mouth shut, since he used to it...
[Just wait.] Tsujae said. [I'll be back after you're judged. His name's Enasni.] She disappeared and the tiger stood quietly.
In a hazy emergence, white smog suddenly swathed the floor from nowhere, and a zoarthrope in beast form clothed in a black, long-sleeved tucked-in button-down shirt with a pair of black pants unhurriedly strode out the fog, looking somewhat in tired high spirits. He was strangely thin and petite for his beast form. His eyes had no soul, and flickered between dim shades of yellow.
Shenlong started to say something, but promptly rethought his words, as the man was undeniably a equal of his kind. He stared the jackal for a few minutes, who gazed in his direction without emotions.
Finally, after what he deemed an eternity, Shenlong stated the first words.
[You're gay aren't you?]
[Yes.]
[Ironic.]
[I know.]
After another few moments of glancing at anything but a cause of death, Shenlong looked him straight in the eye. He just realized that he was being given his verdict. For nine protracting minutes, the jackal iced his gaze and never looked away.
[You're adequate enough.] Enasni said, jaded suddenly. He picked at his claws.
Without warning, Tsujae reappeared, arms around the Reaper's neck. [Shenlong, I'm sending you to a town called Eprorazamuh. Find the teahouse, shouldn't be hard. See ya in a few.]
[That was out of the clear blue sky...] Shenlong said. As he faded away again, he shouted, [You gotta pay; I left my wallet back in my body!]
After a split second of silence between the two, Enasni sighed, closed his eyes and tilted his head back, wavering slightly. Tsujae moved her arms to support his waist, pushing his back forward with her shoulders.
[You're exhausted.] Tsujae said forlornly. [Too many people are living...]
[...]
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Okay! Second chapter done! Third chapter is on the grill and almost ready to serve! Yeah...Anywho, I didn't want to speak in different languages this time, but the words that weren't in English basically means 'to the cause of death'. Also, this story will eventually get more serious as it goes along, but I wanted to start out light-hearted first.
Random fact: Though Enasni (Grim Reaper) is gay, he has a girlfriend. It's Tsujae. Don't ask.
Review Reply:
Tiger5913: I totally agree! Of course he's gonna be awesome, he's Long's cooler side!
a-style-all-my-own: I have no idea how to do that...but I'll find someway around!!
Other people: I know you all want to review. Flame me, encourage me, love me, despise me.just review. Please. If you are dissing me though, remember this:
If you flame me and I think it of it as a good thing, is it still a flame?
Thanks for reading!
--Sethmarieka