Tailz: ONE-HUNDRED REVIEWS!!! YAYYYY!! Throws streamers Teary eyes
Thanks everyone! If it weren't for you, I—
Sanji: For lord's sake....they're reviews, not Grammies, Tailz....
Readers: Still sharpening weapons in the background
Tailz: Sweatdrop SOMEBODY'S a little impatient....
Sanji: That's your fault, you know....
Tailz: My fault?!
Sanji: Nods knowingly Everything's your fault.
Tailz: Oh...Right—Is bonked on the head by a very impatient Rain O- Is whapped over the head by Moogle, who is holding the ladle
Rain, Moogle, and every other Reader: GET ON WITH IT!!!
Tailz: Eh....heh.... X.X
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They were standing in a barren wasteland. The ground was a sooty, flaky ash that came up to Kagome's ankles with every step she took. It was strangely stuffy and humid, almost as if it were about to rain—but the nuked-white sky showed no sign of any sort of weather. There was no breeze at all; a heavy odor hung over the entire place. It smelled....of brimstone.
Kagome glanced at Tsuki, just as the hooded face turned towards her. "This is where your trial will take place, Higarashi-san. Keep your wits about you." And with that, she disappeared suddenly—not with a flash of light or sparkle. She was just....there one minute and gone the next. Kagome blinked, deciding she preferred it when people entered through doors instead. Glancing around, she noted duly that every direction looked the same: as nothing. The sooty smell was beginning to tickle her nose, too. Was that the trial, to keep from sneezing yourself to death in the grubby desert?
Ssssssshhhh... As if answering Kagome's call, the wind picked up. At first it began as a little breeze; then it doubled. It became a cyclone of ash with a midnight tempest's fury, picking up apparently every speck of ash and whipping it mercilessly in every direction. Kagome covered her face with her hands as best she could, wincing as she felt the stuff hit her skin. Her hair was whipping about, her eyes watering, and her ears were full only of the wind's howling—she wanted it to end, to be over with, to stop—
And then, as if someone had turned off a giant fan, it became still.
"Hello, little miko...."
There was a voice, close. Kagome glanced up cautiously glancing about for a few seconds before she spotted the person who'd spoken. He was a red- cloaked figure standing a good distance away. His face was hooded like Tsuki's and Maseru were—shadowed, mysterious. There were wisps of black hair fluttering in the non-existent wind that seemed to swirl only around him.
Kagome had a bad feeling forming in her throat. An evil aura hung around the veiled man (she assumed it was a man—his voice was deep.) His voice had held that foreboding, cold tone that sent a tremor down her spine. The hair on the back of her neck was prickling uncomfortably, and everything in her was screaming at her to run.
The figure laughed at her obvious deliberation. His chuckle was cold and cruel. "What's the matter, Kagome-sama? Are you frightened of me?" He took a step forward and Kagome unconsciously stepped back a pace. The evil laugh sounded again. "You are afraid. And you should be." He took another step closer, and Kagome stepped back.
"Wh-who are you?" Her voice quivered, and the figure chuckled some more. "Wh-what are you?" The thing stepped forward, clearly enjoying the game of cat-and-mouse as Kagome moved further from him again.
"I..." Step. "Am..." Step. "Your Trial." He stopped, and the hood lifted up so that, if she could see his face, it would've been facing her. "I don't doubt Tsuki and Maseru warned you of me. Did they not? You look very stricken. Or maybe you weren't expecting me. You were probably expecting some big, stupid demon like you're used to. Hmm?"
Kagome didn't answer him. She HAD been expecting a demon. Could 'Her Trial' read minds?
"You were expecting a demon, I see. Well, if that's so, I'd hate to disappoint you." He laughed manically, raising his arms as of to embrace someone. Immediately, a whirlwind not unlike the one preceding his appearance swept up, throwing sand all over the dust land again. When at last the stuff cleared, Kagome lowered her hands and shook her head, shaking the sand away.
THUMP.
What a loud noise! It sounded heavy.
THUMP.
The ground shook. It was behind her. Kagome had a sudden vision of the movie Godzilla. Without turning, she knew that something very big and very unfriendly was behind her, coming closer with every thunderous step. But she still had to see it, to size up her challenge. She took a trembling breath and whipped around, looking upwards where she figured the thing's face would be.
And she screamed.
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Readers: O.o
Sanji: Tailz, I would advise you run away before their shock wears off and they assassinate you for the evil cliffy.
Tailz: They wouldn't do that! I just updat— Stops as an arrow pins her shirt to the wall EEP! GUYS!!!!
Sanji: For lord's sake....they're reviews, not Grammies, Tailz....
Readers: Still sharpening weapons in the background
Tailz: Sweatdrop SOMEBODY'S a little impatient....
Sanji: That's your fault, you know....
Tailz: My fault?!
Sanji: Nods knowingly Everything's your fault.
Tailz: Oh...Right—Is bonked on the head by a very impatient Rain O- Is whapped over the head by Moogle, who is holding the ladle
Rain, Moogle, and every other Reader: GET ON WITH IT!!!
Tailz: Eh....heh.... X.X
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They were standing in a barren wasteland. The ground was a sooty, flaky ash that came up to Kagome's ankles with every step she took. It was strangely stuffy and humid, almost as if it were about to rain—but the nuked-white sky showed no sign of any sort of weather. There was no breeze at all; a heavy odor hung over the entire place. It smelled....of brimstone.
Kagome glanced at Tsuki, just as the hooded face turned towards her. "This is where your trial will take place, Higarashi-san. Keep your wits about you." And with that, she disappeared suddenly—not with a flash of light or sparkle. She was just....there one minute and gone the next. Kagome blinked, deciding she preferred it when people entered through doors instead. Glancing around, she noted duly that every direction looked the same: as nothing. The sooty smell was beginning to tickle her nose, too. Was that the trial, to keep from sneezing yourself to death in the grubby desert?
Ssssssshhhh... As if answering Kagome's call, the wind picked up. At first it began as a little breeze; then it doubled. It became a cyclone of ash with a midnight tempest's fury, picking up apparently every speck of ash and whipping it mercilessly in every direction. Kagome covered her face with her hands as best she could, wincing as she felt the stuff hit her skin. Her hair was whipping about, her eyes watering, and her ears were full only of the wind's howling—she wanted it to end, to be over with, to stop—
And then, as if someone had turned off a giant fan, it became still.
"Hello, little miko...."
There was a voice, close. Kagome glanced up cautiously glancing about for a few seconds before she spotted the person who'd spoken. He was a red- cloaked figure standing a good distance away. His face was hooded like Tsuki's and Maseru were—shadowed, mysterious. There were wisps of black hair fluttering in the non-existent wind that seemed to swirl only around him.
Kagome had a bad feeling forming in her throat. An evil aura hung around the veiled man (she assumed it was a man—his voice was deep.) His voice had held that foreboding, cold tone that sent a tremor down her spine. The hair on the back of her neck was prickling uncomfortably, and everything in her was screaming at her to run.
The figure laughed at her obvious deliberation. His chuckle was cold and cruel. "What's the matter, Kagome-sama? Are you frightened of me?" He took a step forward and Kagome unconsciously stepped back a pace. The evil laugh sounded again. "You are afraid. And you should be." He took another step closer, and Kagome stepped back.
"Wh-who are you?" Her voice quivered, and the figure chuckled some more. "Wh-what are you?" The thing stepped forward, clearly enjoying the game of cat-and-mouse as Kagome moved further from him again.
"I..." Step. "Am..." Step. "Your Trial." He stopped, and the hood lifted up so that, if she could see his face, it would've been facing her. "I don't doubt Tsuki and Maseru warned you of me. Did they not? You look very stricken. Or maybe you weren't expecting me. You were probably expecting some big, stupid demon like you're used to. Hmm?"
Kagome didn't answer him. She HAD been expecting a demon. Could 'Her Trial' read minds?
"You were expecting a demon, I see. Well, if that's so, I'd hate to disappoint you." He laughed manically, raising his arms as of to embrace someone. Immediately, a whirlwind not unlike the one preceding his appearance swept up, throwing sand all over the dust land again. When at last the stuff cleared, Kagome lowered her hands and shook her head, shaking the sand away.
THUMP.
What a loud noise! It sounded heavy.
THUMP.
The ground shook. It was behind her. Kagome had a sudden vision of the movie Godzilla. Without turning, she knew that something very big and very unfriendly was behind her, coming closer with every thunderous step. But she still had to see it, to size up her challenge. She took a trembling breath and whipped around, looking upwards where she figured the thing's face would be.
And she screamed.
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Readers: O.o
Sanji: Tailz, I would advise you run away before their shock wears off and they assassinate you for the evil cliffy.
Tailz: They wouldn't do that! I just updat— Stops as an arrow pins her shirt to the wall EEP! GUYS!!!!