I can't accept all the credit for the stories. I've had help with some of
them from a friend on AIM. I also can't say who without their permission.
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Xanatos Enterprises, April 13th. Just past midnight.
Elisa noticed the sad look on Vash's face as he looked at the tapestry.
'I wonder why he seems so upset.....'
Then he seemed to come to realization.
"You know what? I just realized I don't even know your name. Kinda dumb, huh?"
Elisa then realized he was right. About the part of him not knowing her name anyway. She never did tell him. She had been a bit tense about the events that had occurred.
"Detective Elisa Maza." She told him.
"Wow, a detective? Sounds great!"
Elisa still couldn't get over how he seemed so genuinely happy about the tiniest things, or thrilled over things she had ended up not noticing.
'Very strange man.'
Then Elisa heard the door.
"Ah, welcome Detective Maza." A well tanned man with dark hair said as he entered.
David Xanatos just had to address her by title. She found it a bit annoying, but kept it to herself.
"I see we have a guest for this visit." Xanatos noted.
"Hi!" Vash said cheerfully to him.
'.....He sure changes moods fast.' Elisa thought to herself.
As for Xanatos, he was a little surprised a grown man would act as he was now.
"May I ask who you are?"
"Me? Just call me Vash!"
"Informal I see." Xanatos reasoned.
"No, that's just my whole name. I don't have a last name," Vash told them, seeming briefly upset again before changing the subject, "So what's your name?"
"I am David Xanatos. I own the building you're in."
"Wow! Really? I bet it's pretty cool owning your own building!"
Vash then went over to a suit of armor and looked at it as Xanatos went over to Elisa. Elisa also saw Vash take a small box from his coat, and pull something out. It was a glazed doughnut.
'Oh brother.'
"About your 'friend'," Xanatos whispered, "He seems a bit...."
"Immature. I noticed," Elisa whispered back, "But I can't say how, but I know without a doubt he can be trusted."
"I see..."
"Hey Dave!"
Elisa tried to keep a straight face as Mr. Xanatos looked at Vash.
"Dave? Now I'm certain you're informal.......Oh."
Vash was currently running top speed around the room, being chased by the pet of the gargoyles, a kind of "gargoyle-dog", name Bronx.
"Bad dog! Don't eat the nice man! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Elisa sighed. Xanatos just watched in curiosity.
"Stop running! I think he's just hungry!" Elisa called out to Vash.
"Why do you think I'm running!?!?!"
Then they noticed an old, brown gargoyle enter.
"Now what is goin' on in here? One moment Bronx is with me, and the next he runs off acting like there's an intruder." The old gargoyle, Hudson, said in his Scottish accent.
"Bronx huh? Well can you tell him I'm not a chew toy please?"
Hudson then noticed the man Bronx was chasing down. He also noted the item in his hand.
"I think he just would like to have that tid-bit of food in your hand." Hudson told Vash.
"What, this?" Vash asked, "Aw man!"
Vash then stopped, turned around, bent down, and held out the doughnut. Bronx stopped running, and took the doughnut out of Vash's hands and began to eat it. Vash sighed in relief.
"At least it's not me in those jaws." He said.
"Bronx doesn't eat people." Xanatos pointed out.
"Oh.........guess I'm a little high-strung." Vash commented, with a sheepish grin and his right hand on the back of his head.
"All right, now that Bronx isn't giving you unwanted exercise, do ye' mind telling me who you are?" Hudson asked Vash.
"Oh, me? Vash!"
"Vash, eh? I've never heard a name like that in my lifetime." Hudson informed him.
"Well, it's a unique name I was told," Vash said, starting to seem upset again, "So, you're friends with those guys I met earlier?"
Hudson seemed a bit confused.
"Um........Oh man, I didn't ask their names either!" Vash yelped, feeling really stupid.
"You mean us, right?" Brooklyn asked, as he, Lexington, and Broadway came in.
"Yeah! I kind of forgot to ask your names earlier. Is that dumb or what?" He asked, again with a sheepish grin.
"He seems a lot like a small child at times, doesn't he?" Xanatos asked Elisa.
".....Now that you mention it, he does."
"Come on, the rest of the clan would like to meet you." Broadway told Vash as he headed off.
"All right with.....WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"
Vash yelled out as Bronx pounced on him and began licking him. The cross Vash held was thrown back, and landed on the floor.
"Bronx likes you. That's a good sign." Lexington pointed out.
"Yeah, I know, friendly fellow, but could you ask him to stop?"
"Come on now Bronx, no need to be overly friendly." Hudson told Bronx.
Bronx looked to Hudson, and got off of Vash. He then felt his face and hair. Lexington snickered.
"Uh, your hair is......."
Vash's hair was now wildly messy, and his hair and face extremely sticky.
"I guess that because he ate my doughnut before licking me. Can I use a sink to wash it off before I meet the others?" He asked.
"Sure."
"Thanks."
"Hey, don't forget this thing." Brooklyn said as he tried to lift the cross.
It became immediately apparently that it was extremely heavy since Brooklyn's legs were wobbling as he strained to hold the cross up with both arms.
"Man! Why in the world is this thing so heavy?"
"That my friend is because it is so full of mercy." Vash answered as he took it from Brooklyn's hand and held it over his should with one hand.
Everyone was surprised a bit at Vash's answer.
"So, which way to a sink?" Vash asked.
"I'll show you." Lexington answered as he walked off.
Vash then followed Lexington through the halls of the castle.
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE GOT AWAY!!!!!!"
The thugs reporting to their boss were being yelled at.
"It's not our fault, he's fast as hell! Before we could blink he was behind us!" one told their boss.
"I'm not going to take ridiculous stories like that. You're going to get the rest of you out of prison. I want that cocky blondie's head on a PLATTER for ruining those deals!"
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Destine Manor, April 13th
Demona was very busy setting up a magical ritual. She was also thinking about how a human could so quickly and easily ruin her security. She put that out of her mind. Distractions during a ritual were not a good thing. Plus she had replaced the lost security anyway. Expensive, but worth it. She then finished making a pentagram on the floor with salt.
"Now to summon an obedient being to serve me. I will yet destroy the humans, but I need something capable of holding Goliath and his misguided clan at bay while I work my plans."
Demona then read through the scroll with the incantation. On it was a very useful spell she had not thought to use before. She double checked the meaning of the words.
"Now, the words on this scroll translate to mean, 'Summon to my service, a being that shares my goals, my hatred, and my will. Summon from the void of the dead my servant, my slave, my puppet. Bring me a being capable of my will.' .....this should do nicely."
Demona then went around the circle, chanting the scroll's incantation in it's original language. Many an arcane word was said with skill and force, as she then took a handful of an unknown powder and threw it into the middle of the pentagram. Then a strange light came from the center of the pentagram. First it was red as blood, then changed between the colors of the rainbow, then finally settled on white as Demona saw something inside the pentagram. As the light died down, her anger rose greatly.
"This cannot be right! A HUMAN is my slave!?!"
Demona was furious at the man kneeling in the pentagram. He was nude, due to the fact clothing is not part of one's body, however, the shadows cast by the candles in the room hid anything considered indecent. She then heard the man speak.
"Where am I?" He asked in a monotone voice.
"Have you any memories?" She asked.
Demona began to wonder if this was indeed a human. He had no emotion heard in his voice. When he asked, he sounded more like he asked just to know, not as if he was scared or confused or anything.
"I do, but none concerning you." He answered, still without emotion.
The man then looked up at Demona. She saw his yellow eyes, a glow of foreboding seemed present within. She also noticed something else odd. The man's left arm, from below what looked like stitches, did not precisely match the rest of the skin tone.
"I summoned you from death to be my slave, and you will act as such, or I shall kill you again. Is that clear?" Demona told him in a serious tone.
She heard him mutter something, but it was mostly mouthing it to himself, but she did catch a few words.
"So.......pull.......Vash......killed......."
"What was that?" Demona demanded, angered.
"It is no longer important to me now, as I can obviously see this is not the world I once knew. If I am to serve you, then let it be, however, I would like to know what it is you wish of me." He told Demona.
"Well, at least you readily accept your new fate well. You are going to help rid this world of humans like yourself!" She told him.
Much to Demona's surprise, the man laughed to himself.
"So I have been spared from death to serve again to destroy the human filth that has polluted this world. I see no problems I shall have serving you if that is truly my fate."
Demona thought, and then remembered again the meaning of the spell.
"All right then, is there a name you have, or should I just call you slave?" She asked him, annoyed.
"......Legato......my name is Legato."
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......holy crap.........big trouble.
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Xanatos Enterprises, April 13th. Just past midnight.
Elisa noticed the sad look on Vash's face as he looked at the tapestry.
'I wonder why he seems so upset.....'
Then he seemed to come to realization.
"You know what? I just realized I don't even know your name. Kinda dumb, huh?"
Elisa then realized he was right. About the part of him not knowing her name anyway. She never did tell him. She had been a bit tense about the events that had occurred.
"Detective Elisa Maza." She told him.
"Wow, a detective? Sounds great!"
Elisa still couldn't get over how he seemed so genuinely happy about the tiniest things, or thrilled over things she had ended up not noticing.
'Very strange man.'
Then Elisa heard the door.
"Ah, welcome Detective Maza." A well tanned man with dark hair said as he entered.
David Xanatos just had to address her by title. She found it a bit annoying, but kept it to herself.
"I see we have a guest for this visit." Xanatos noted.
"Hi!" Vash said cheerfully to him.
'.....He sure changes moods fast.' Elisa thought to herself.
As for Xanatos, he was a little surprised a grown man would act as he was now.
"May I ask who you are?"
"Me? Just call me Vash!"
"Informal I see." Xanatos reasoned.
"No, that's just my whole name. I don't have a last name," Vash told them, seeming briefly upset again before changing the subject, "So what's your name?"
"I am David Xanatos. I own the building you're in."
"Wow! Really? I bet it's pretty cool owning your own building!"
Vash then went over to a suit of armor and looked at it as Xanatos went over to Elisa. Elisa also saw Vash take a small box from his coat, and pull something out. It was a glazed doughnut.
'Oh brother.'
"About your 'friend'," Xanatos whispered, "He seems a bit...."
"Immature. I noticed," Elisa whispered back, "But I can't say how, but I know without a doubt he can be trusted."
"I see..."
"Hey Dave!"
Elisa tried to keep a straight face as Mr. Xanatos looked at Vash.
"Dave? Now I'm certain you're informal.......Oh."
Vash was currently running top speed around the room, being chased by the pet of the gargoyles, a kind of "gargoyle-dog", name Bronx.
"Bad dog! Don't eat the nice man! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"
Elisa sighed. Xanatos just watched in curiosity.
"Stop running! I think he's just hungry!" Elisa called out to Vash.
"Why do you think I'm running!?!?!"
Then they noticed an old, brown gargoyle enter.
"Now what is goin' on in here? One moment Bronx is with me, and the next he runs off acting like there's an intruder." The old gargoyle, Hudson, said in his Scottish accent.
"Bronx huh? Well can you tell him I'm not a chew toy please?"
Hudson then noticed the man Bronx was chasing down. He also noted the item in his hand.
"I think he just would like to have that tid-bit of food in your hand." Hudson told Vash.
"What, this?" Vash asked, "Aw man!"
Vash then stopped, turned around, bent down, and held out the doughnut. Bronx stopped running, and took the doughnut out of Vash's hands and began to eat it. Vash sighed in relief.
"At least it's not me in those jaws." He said.
"Bronx doesn't eat people." Xanatos pointed out.
"Oh.........guess I'm a little high-strung." Vash commented, with a sheepish grin and his right hand on the back of his head.
"All right, now that Bronx isn't giving you unwanted exercise, do ye' mind telling me who you are?" Hudson asked Vash.
"Oh, me? Vash!"
"Vash, eh? I've never heard a name like that in my lifetime." Hudson informed him.
"Well, it's a unique name I was told," Vash said, starting to seem upset again, "So, you're friends with those guys I met earlier?"
Hudson seemed a bit confused.
"Um........Oh man, I didn't ask their names either!" Vash yelped, feeling really stupid.
"You mean us, right?" Brooklyn asked, as he, Lexington, and Broadway came in.
"Yeah! I kind of forgot to ask your names earlier. Is that dumb or what?" He asked, again with a sheepish grin.
"He seems a lot like a small child at times, doesn't he?" Xanatos asked Elisa.
".....Now that you mention it, he does."
"Come on, the rest of the clan would like to meet you." Broadway told Vash as he headed off.
"All right with.....WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!"
Vash yelled out as Bronx pounced on him and began licking him. The cross Vash held was thrown back, and landed on the floor.
"Bronx likes you. That's a good sign." Lexington pointed out.
"Yeah, I know, friendly fellow, but could you ask him to stop?"
"Come on now Bronx, no need to be overly friendly." Hudson told Bronx.
Bronx looked to Hudson, and got off of Vash. He then felt his face and hair. Lexington snickered.
"Uh, your hair is......."
Vash's hair was now wildly messy, and his hair and face extremely sticky.
"I guess that because he ate my doughnut before licking me. Can I use a sink to wash it off before I meet the others?" He asked.
"Sure."
"Thanks."
"Hey, don't forget this thing." Brooklyn said as he tried to lift the cross.
It became immediately apparently that it was extremely heavy since Brooklyn's legs were wobbling as he strained to hold the cross up with both arms.
"Man! Why in the world is this thing so heavy?"
"That my friend is because it is so full of mercy." Vash answered as he took it from Brooklyn's hand and held it over his should with one hand.
Everyone was surprised a bit at Vash's answer.
"So, which way to a sink?" Vash asked.
"I'll show you." Lexington answered as he walked off.
Vash then followed Lexington through the halls of the castle.
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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE GOT AWAY!!!!!!"
The thugs reporting to their boss were being yelled at.
"It's not our fault, he's fast as hell! Before we could blink he was behind us!" one told their boss.
"I'm not going to take ridiculous stories like that. You're going to get the rest of you out of prison. I want that cocky blondie's head on a PLATTER for ruining those deals!"
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Destine Manor, April 13th
Demona was very busy setting up a magical ritual. She was also thinking about how a human could so quickly and easily ruin her security. She put that out of her mind. Distractions during a ritual were not a good thing. Plus she had replaced the lost security anyway. Expensive, but worth it. She then finished making a pentagram on the floor with salt.
"Now to summon an obedient being to serve me. I will yet destroy the humans, but I need something capable of holding Goliath and his misguided clan at bay while I work my plans."
Demona then read through the scroll with the incantation. On it was a very useful spell she had not thought to use before. She double checked the meaning of the words.
"Now, the words on this scroll translate to mean, 'Summon to my service, a being that shares my goals, my hatred, and my will. Summon from the void of the dead my servant, my slave, my puppet. Bring me a being capable of my will.' .....this should do nicely."
Demona then went around the circle, chanting the scroll's incantation in it's original language. Many an arcane word was said with skill and force, as she then took a handful of an unknown powder and threw it into the middle of the pentagram. Then a strange light came from the center of the pentagram. First it was red as blood, then changed between the colors of the rainbow, then finally settled on white as Demona saw something inside the pentagram. As the light died down, her anger rose greatly.
"This cannot be right! A HUMAN is my slave!?!"
Demona was furious at the man kneeling in the pentagram. He was nude, due to the fact clothing is not part of one's body, however, the shadows cast by the candles in the room hid anything considered indecent. She then heard the man speak.
"Where am I?" He asked in a monotone voice.
"Have you any memories?" She asked.
Demona began to wonder if this was indeed a human. He had no emotion heard in his voice. When he asked, he sounded more like he asked just to know, not as if he was scared or confused or anything.
"I do, but none concerning you." He answered, still without emotion.
The man then looked up at Demona. She saw his yellow eyes, a glow of foreboding seemed present within. She also noticed something else odd. The man's left arm, from below what looked like stitches, did not precisely match the rest of the skin tone.
"I summoned you from death to be my slave, and you will act as such, or I shall kill you again. Is that clear?" Demona told him in a serious tone.
She heard him mutter something, but it was mostly mouthing it to himself, but she did catch a few words.
"So.......pull.......Vash......killed......."
"What was that?" Demona demanded, angered.
"It is no longer important to me now, as I can obviously see this is not the world I once knew. If I am to serve you, then let it be, however, I would like to know what it is you wish of me." He told Demona.
"Well, at least you readily accept your new fate well. You are going to help rid this world of humans like yourself!" She told him.
Much to Demona's surprise, the man laughed to himself.
"So I have been spared from death to serve again to destroy the human filth that has polluted this world. I see no problems I shall have serving you if that is truly my fate."
Demona thought, and then remembered again the meaning of the spell.
"All right then, is there a name you have, or should I just call you slave?" She asked him, annoyed.
"......Legato......my name is Legato."
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......holy crap.........big trouble.
