All right already! Sheesh. No need to rush updates. Let's not forget the
fact I'm writing this on my time, so that means I need the time to write.
I also would need an idea of WHAT to write...
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Xanatos Enterprises, A.K.A. Eyrie Building. April 13th.
Vash stepped out into the plaza of the castle resting on top of the skyscraper. He looked around, and couldn't see any stars. He returned his gaze to eye level.
"Who is that with you?" Vash heard someone ask.
Vash looked to the source of the voice to see a tall purple gargoyle with brown hair and a very strong build, and next to him was a female gargoyle not as tall or muscular, but had the same color of skin and hair.
"He's the guy Elisa told us about." Brooklyn told Goliath.
"....and he has earned your trust so quickly?" Goliath asked.
Everyone then looked to Vash, who was looking towards Goliath. No one was sure what he was thinking at the moment though.
"Maybe he realized he's not dreaming." Lexington suggested.
Vash then raised a hand, and waved to Goliath.
"Hello."
The fact Vash was treating them all like good friends then caught the others off guard...
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Nightstone Unlimited, April 13th.
"Another detail to bring up in this board meeting. I have appointed someone as second in command of Nightstone Unlimited."
A murmur swept throughout the board room. Dominique Destine, a lone wolf CEO, was appointing a second in command?
"May I introduce to the board, my advisor and second in charge, Legato Bluesummers."
Legato then stepped into the room, currently wearing a navy blue business suit with a matching tie and a white shirt underneath. It wasn't his idea to be placed in a high position of corporate business, however, Demona had figured she could use him to work out business deals that would otherwise be impossible. She had noted to Legato that there were times before when the fact she was a gargoyle by night had impeded business deals which could assist in her plans. Legato acknowledged this, and had thus agreed to this idea.
"Any other matters to discuss?" Dominique asked.
"None."
"Then this meeting is concluded."
Legato then gathered up Dominique's papers and files, placed them in a suitcase, then opened the door for her, then followed her out and down the hall. On their way to Dominique's office, Legato noticed she seemed to be in thought.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm positive those fools back there would gladly want to replace me, and I think they might plan to use you to do so."
Legato then had a wicked smirk.
"I think they will find that they will be my puppets, instead of me being their puppet..."
Dominique looked at Legato quizzically, wondering what he meant. Time passed, and later on, after the sun had set, Legato was busy sorting files in the office while Demona was in the hidden security room in the back, when he heard the door open. He looked up, and saw one of the board members, an older man with glasses and fading brown hair, enter.
"I'm sorry Mr......."
"Maxwell."
"Right then, I'm afraid Ms. Destine is not present at this time."
"That makes this easier then...."
Legato narrowed his eyes a bit.
"Some of us feel that Ms. Destine is too narrow-minded to properly run this company, and her unusual absence at night makes business transactions a bit of a problem, so..."
"I've heard enough. I believe you are nothing more than a thorn in Ms. Destine's side, and should be removed..."
"I do not believe she has authorized you to fire anyone."
"I wasn't planning to fire you..."
Legato then took out a pair of leather gloves from his suit's pocket, and put them on.
"I'm leaving right....augh! My body! I can't move!"
Legato paid no attention to Mr. Maxwell's vain struggles as he went over to his suitcase, opened it, and took out a weapon he had brought for protection means, which was a basic semi-automatic pistol. Mr. Maxwell tried to scream, but found that even his head refused to obey, and he could not. Legato then took a cloth, and wiped the pistol all over.
"I do believe you know how to use one of these, don't you?"
Maxwell shivered in fear, but was still unable to move on his own. Legato then took out the ammo clip from the pistol.
"Why would a man intending to commit suicide need more than one bullet?"
Maxwell was now in a cold sweat. Legato then walked over to Maxwell, and held the gun out to him.
"I wouldn't worry so much about your death. It is unavoidable regardlessly, so I would suggest you enjoy the scenery I intend to send you to before you 'decide that life is driving you insane with it's monotony, and decide to end it all'. Now take your weapon, and go."
Maxwell tried all he could to resist, but he found himself taking the gun anyway, and placing it into the inside pocket of his suit. He then walked out of the room as if nothing were wrong, and closed the door behind him. Legato smirked to himself.
"And that takes care of Ms. Destine's usurpers...."
Demona then came out of the back room, much to Legato's surprise.
"You know someone might come in at any time."
"I'm aware slave. I saw the whole incident in here.... what magic did you work on that man?"
"Let's just leave it as an acquired skill from a source that I left behind in my past life."
"You do realize his death will trigger a police investigation, don't you?" Demona asked Legato.
"My ability to control people can include making them act in the way I wish. You have no need to fear this power of mine, since we both share the goal of wanting to eradicate the filth that calls itself humanity from this world. If the police decide to question us, we shall just tell them he had been acting oddly as of late, and you had recommended he take a two week vacation, which he had earned for his faithful dedication to the company."
Demona then had an evil grin.
"I can see now you were the best possible slave I could summon through my spell..."
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Madison Square Garden, April 13th.
Vash was currently admiring the beauty of the park, still vividly remembering his meeting with the gargoyles. He breathed deep, enjoying the crisp, cool air, which contrasted with Gunsmoke's hot, dry, scorching climate. Night had fallen awhile ago, and he was about ready to leave, when he heard someone coming into the park. He looked up, and saw a business man with graying brown hair and glasses seeming to be in a trance coming into the park.
"Hey mister, are you all right?"
The man then stopped, and Vash's expression became one of fear when he saw the man take a gun from his jacket, and put it up to the side of his head.
"NO! DON'T DO IT!!!" Vash cried out.
"Ugh! Stop...it.....Legato!!!!!" the man cried out, his last words...
Then a shot rang out in the darkness, and the man's body slumped over, and fell to the ground. Vash stood there, quivering, fear on his face.
"Legato? It can't be!"
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Short maybe, but I'm having trouble getting fic ideas.
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Xanatos Enterprises, A.K.A. Eyrie Building. April 13th.
Vash stepped out into the plaza of the castle resting on top of the skyscraper. He looked around, and couldn't see any stars. He returned his gaze to eye level.
"Who is that with you?" Vash heard someone ask.
Vash looked to the source of the voice to see a tall purple gargoyle with brown hair and a very strong build, and next to him was a female gargoyle not as tall or muscular, but had the same color of skin and hair.
"He's the guy Elisa told us about." Brooklyn told Goliath.
"....and he has earned your trust so quickly?" Goliath asked.
Everyone then looked to Vash, who was looking towards Goliath. No one was sure what he was thinking at the moment though.
"Maybe he realized he's not dreaming." Lexington suggested.
Vash then raised a hand, and waved to Goliath.
"Hello."
The fact Vash was treating them all like good friends then caught the others off guard...
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Nightstone Unlimited, April 13th.
"Another detail to bring up in this board meeting. I have appointed someone as second in command of Nightstone Unlimited."
A murmur swept throughout the board room. Dominique Destine, a lone wolf CEO, was appointing a second in command?
"May I introduce to the board, my advisor and second in charge, Legato Bluesummers."
Legato then stepped into the room, currently wearing a navy blue business suit with a matching tie and a white shirt underneath. It wasn't his idea to be placed in a high position of corporate business, however, Demona had figured she could use him to work out business deals that would otherwise be impossible. She had noted to Legato that there were times before when the fact she was a gargoyle by night had impeded business deals which could assist in her plans. Legato acknowledged this, and had thus agreed to this idea.
"Any other matters to discuss?" Dominique asked.
"None."
"Then this meeting is concluded."
Legato then gathered up Dominique's papers and files, placed them in a suitcase, then opened the door for her, then followed her out and down the hall. On their way to Dominique's office, Legato noticed she seemed to be in thought.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm positive those fools back there would gladly want to replace me, and I think they might plan to use you to do so."
Legato then had a wicked smirk.
"I think they will find that they will be my puppets, instead of me being their puppet..."
Dominique looked at Legato quizzically, wondering what he meant. Time passed, and later on, after the sun had set, Legato was busy sorting files in the office while Demona was in the hidden security room in the back, when he heard the door open. He looked up, and saw one of the board members, an older man with glasses and fading brown hair, enter.
"I'm sorry Mr......."
"Maxwell."
"Right then, I'm afraid Ms. Destine is not present at this time."
"That makes this easier then...."
Legato narrowed his eyes a bit.
"Some of us feel that Ms. Destine is too narrow-minded to properly run this company, and her unusual absence at night makes business transactions a bit of a problem, so..."
"I've heard enough. I believe you are nothing more than a thorn in Ms. Destine's side, and should be removed..."
"I do not believe she has authorized you to fire anyone."
"I wasn't planning to fire you..."
Legato then took out a pair of leather gloves from his suit's pocket, and put them on.
"I'm leaving right....augh! My body! I can't move!"
Legato paid no attention to Mr. Maxwell's vain struggles as he went over to his suitcase, opened it, and took out a weapon he had brought for protection means, which was a basic semi-automatic pistol. Mr. Maxwell tried to scream, but found that even his head refused to obey, and he could not. Legato then took a cloth, and wiped the pistol all over.
"I do believe you know how to use one of these, don't you?"
Maxwell shivered in fear, but was still unable to move on his own. Legato then took out the ammo clip from the pistol.
"Why would a man intending to commit suicide need more than one bullet?"
Maxwell was now in a cold sweat. Legato then walked over to Maxwell, and held the gun out to him.
"I wouldn't worry so much about your death. It is unavoidable regardlessly, so I would suggest you enjoy the scenery I intend to send you to before you 'decide that life is driving you insane with it's monotony, and decide to end it all'. Now take your weapon, and go."
Maxwell tried all he could to resist, but he found himself taking the gun anyway, and placing it into the inside pocket of his suit. He then walked out of the room as if nothing were wrong, and closed the door behind him. Legato smirked to himself.
"And that takes care of Ms. Destine's usurpers...."
Demona then came out of the back room, much to Legato's surprise.
"You know someone might come in at any time."
"I'm aware slave. I saw the whole incident in here.... what magic did you work on that man?"
"Let's just leave it as an acquired skill from a source that I left behind in my past life."
"You do realize his death will trigger a police investigation, don't you?" Demona asked Legato.
"My ability to control people can include making them act in the way I wish. You have no need to fear this power of mine, since we both share the goal of wanting to eradicate the filth that calls itself humanity from this world. If the police decide to question us, we shall just tell them he had been acting oddly as of late, and you had recommended he take a two week vacation, which he had earned for his faithful dedication to the company."
Demona then had an evil grin.
"I can see now you were the best possible slave I could summon through my spell..."
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Madison Square Garden, April 13th.
Vash was currently admiring the beauty of the park, still vividly remembering his meeting with the gargoyles. He breathed deep, enjoying the crisp, cool air, which contrasted with Gunsmoke's hot, dry, scorching climate. Night had fallen awhile ago, and he was about ready to leave, when he heard someone coming into the park. He looked up, and saw a business man with graying brown hair and glasses seeming to be in a trance coming into the park.
"Hey mister, are you all right?"
The man then stopped, and Vash's expression became one of fear when he saw the man take a gun from his jacket, and put it up to the side of his head.
"NO! DON'T DO IT!!!" Vash cried out.
"Ugh! Stop...it.....Legato!!!!!" the man cried out, his last words...
Then a shot rang out in the darkness, and the man's body slumped over, and fell to the ground. Vash stood there, quivering, fear on his face.
"Legato? It can't be!"
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Short maybe, but I'm having trouble getting fic ideas.
