From the maker of The Random Pointless Fanfic With No Plot Whatsoever 1 and
2, comes an all-new, incredibly stupid, horrifyingly pointless adventure,
starring the brand new character, Legata! It's
Legata Goes On An Adventure on Planet Gunsmoke and Blows Stuph Up!!!
(Oh boy!)
UPDATE (4/28/04) I changed the song. Why? Because I felt like it!!!
_-*[Chapter One: Magic Ramen]*-_
"Legata.... Wake up...."
"Huh...? Are you and angel?"
"NO! I'M YOUR DEMON SISTER FROM THE UNDERWORLD!! NOW WAKE UP AND FIX ME SOME BREAKFAST!!!"
"GAAAH!!!" Legata fell out of the chair she had been sleeping in, her black cat Kuroneko falling to the ground with a loud, plaintive "NYAU!!" She glared up at her sister through a curtain of blue hair, her amber eyes ablaze with fury. "**YOU**...."
"YEEK!!" Her little sister, Lyra, shrieked and scampered off, her blonde hair flying every which-way. After a few minutes, Legata got tired and gave up chasing her with a flamethrower (O_O), trudging to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Legata wasn't your ordinary teen-ager. She was weird, was always hyper, or else she was moody and cranky, but that wasn't why. She was a punk-y kind of girl, not caring what others thought of her. She had blue hair, golden eyes, and usually wore a very old t-shirt that said 'I confuse myself' on it with a pair of baggy black jeans, with holes in the knees, one clumsily mended with needle and thread, which had so many pockets and chains it was almost funny, though if you wanted to live, you wouldn't dare laugh at her when she was in a bad mood.
She listened to Good Charlotte and A Perfect Circle and KoRn. She hated people, but was happiest when with a large group. Her life was full of contradictions, and in the end, it had just driven her nuts.
~*What's for breakfast...hmmn...I could have some old pizza...but the brat wouldn't like that...I could have donuts, but then Lyra would want some, and I'd have to break into my secret stash...I know!! *~
"Ramen!" she cried triumphantly.
"Ramen? You've lost it," Lyra said, shaking her head.
"No! 'Ramen! It's what's for eating!' We're having ramen! And b'sides, if you don't like it, you can go hungry," Legata said, glaring at her. She got out two Maruchan Cuppa Noodle's and plunked them on the counter. She started some water heating, and pulled a clicky-pen out of one pocket of her pants. She started clicking it rapidly, right next to her sister's head.
Eventually, she got bored, and so started clicking the pen at double-speed, maker her little sister's eye twitch. She would have called her mom, had her husband, their father, who had been hauled off to jail, not slaughtered her. She still cried at night, and Legata would rock her to sleep by singing her favorite nursery rhyme, that their mother had made. She had had blue hair and green eyes, and a kind face that you couldn't help but trust.
"Legata? Sing me the song." Lyra said, thinking of her mother.
Legata smiled and set down the pen. Then she picked up her sister and began to sing.
"Sing a song of ages,
The song your mother sang,
And through turn of time's pages,
May you sing it again
Though the road ahead is rough,
And the times ahead seem dark,
Sing your song of hopefulness,
And clear your darkened skies
So sing your song of ages,
The song you heart sing day to day,
And through turn of time's pages,
May you sing it again."
Lyra smiled sleepily. She loved her sister, and she knew that she was loved in return. Legata gently sat her in chair, as she poured water in the noodle cups. Lyra had been just 4 when her mother fell to the ground, blood pouring out of her neck, as her father stood over her, laughing. Legata had been both mother and father for three long years, struggling to pay the bills. They were living off welfare most of the time, and they struggled to etch a living in their dilapidated house.
She set the cuppa noodles in front of her sister, and grabbed two forks. She shoveled noodles into her mouth at top speed. Then suddenly, she disappeared in flash of golden light, her noodles falling to the ground. Lyra screamed, then cried, and ran for the phone, and dialed 9-1-1.
"Hello? My sister is gone!"
To Be Continued!
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So, how was it? Loved it? Hated it? I know it wasn't very funny, but it's just a start! I won't be too bad later! R&R, pleeeeeeeeeze?
Legata Goes On An Adventure on Planet Gunsmoke and Blows Stuph Up!!!
(Oh boy!)
UPDATE (4/28/04) I changed the song. Why? Because I felt like it!!!
_-*[Chapter One: Magic Ramen]*-_
"Legata.... Wake up...."
"Huh...? Are you and angel?"
"NO! I'M YOUR DEMON SISTER FROM THE UNDERWORLD!! NOW WAKE UP AND FIX ME SOME BREAKFAST!!!"
"GAAAH!!!" Legata fell out of the chair she had been sleeping in, her black cat Kuroneko falling to the ground with a loud, plaintive "NYAU!!" She glared up at her sister through a curtain of blue hair, her amber eyes ablaze with fury. "**YOU**...."
"YEEK!!" Her little sister, Lyra, shrieked and scampered off, her blonde hair flying every which-way. After a few minutes, Legata got tired and gave up chasing her with a flamethrower (O_O), trudging to the kitchen to make breakfast.
Legata wasn't your ordinary teen-ager. She was weird, was always hyper, or else she was moody and cranky, but that wasn't why. She was a punk-y kind of girl, not caring what others thought of her. She had blue hair, golden eyes, and usually wore a very old t-shirt that said 'I confuse myself' on it with a pair of baggy black jeans, with holes in the knees, one clumsily mended with needle and thread, which had so many pockets and chains it was almost funny, though if you wanted to live, you wouldn't dare laugh at her when she was in a bad mood.
She listened to Good Charlotte and A Perfect Circle and KoRn. She hated people, but was happiest when with a large group. Her life was full of contradictions, and in the end, it had just driven her nuts.
~*What's for breakfast...hmmn...I could have some old pizza...but the brat wouldn't like that...I could have donuts, but then Lyra would want some, and I'd have to break into my secret stash...I know!! *~
"Ramen!" she cried triumphantly.
"Ramen? You've lost it," Lyra said, shaking her head.
"No! 'Ramen! It's what's for eating!' We're having ramen! And b'sides, if you don't like it, you can go hungry," Legata said, glaring at her. She got out two Maruchan Cuppa Noodle's and plunked them on the counter. She started some water heating, and pulled a clicky-pen out of one pocket of her pants. She started clicking it rapidly, right next to her sister's head.
Eventually, she got bored, and so started clicking the pen at double-speed, maker her little sister's eye twitch. She would have called her mom, had her husband, their father, who had been hauled off to jail, not slaughtered her. She still cried at night, and Legata would rock her to sleep by singing her favorite nursery rhyme, that their mother had made. She had had blue hair and green eyes, and a kind face that you couldn't help but trust.
"Legata? Sing me the song." Lyra said, thinking of her mother.
Legata smiled and set down the pen. Then she picked up her sister and began to sing.
"Sing a song of ages,
The song your mother sang,
And through turn of time's pages,
May you sing it again
Though the road ahead is rough,
And the times ahead seem dark,
Sing your song of hopefulness,
And clear your darkened skies
So sing your song of ages,
The song you heart sing day to day,
And through turn of time's pages,
May you sing it again."
Lyra smiled sleepily. She loved her sister, and she knew that she was loved in return. Legata gently sat her in chair, as she poured water in the noodle cups. Lyra had been just 4 when her mother fell to the ground, blood pouring out of her neck, as her father stood over her, laughing. Legata had been both mother and father for three long years, struggling to pay the bills. They were living off welfare most of the time, and they struggled to etch a living in their dilapidated house.
She set the cuppa noodles in front of her sister, and grabbed two forks. She shoveled noodles into her mouth at top speed. Then suddenly, she disappeared in flash of golden light, her noodles falling to the ground. Lyra screamed, then cried, and ran for the phone, and dialed 9-1-1.
"Hello? My sister is gone!"
To Be Continued!
~**~~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~**~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
So, how was it? Loved it? Hated it? I know it wasn't very funny, but it's just a start! I won't be too bad later! R&R, pleeeeeeeeeze?