ReBiRtH
(seriously, I took a VERY long. And for that I shall smite myself. -smites- .ow.)
The segment where I talk about games, movies, things that happened and such
Waz up?
Hey, has anyone else ever played a game called Okage? its really fun, but you have to level up a lot to beat the bosses! Basically your just a normal guy (and your family is very stupid- but your grandmother, secretly, isn't.) and your always pushed around since your 'overshadowed' and so on. Then one day your posessed by an 'evil' shadow of a Great Evil King Stan, who is more funny than evil... anywho, you should check it out. I think its fun and I think im close to beating the game, the last boss.
And hey, who likes the idea of me making another story? I'm not quite sure what OF yet... lol.
Artist: Yaida Hitomi
Title: Innocence
counting the times as I walk, going forward in terror
the wind blowing on me is strong.
I'm looking for something in the world ahead of me.
but I can't find it, so I come to a stop.
beyond that sky continuing far into the distance, people who pity war.
the children who are sad day in and day out.
everyday changes the color of its face, tilting its head laughing
holding its little worries.
no matter how I decieve myself, no matter how much I doubt,
there's nothing reflected there.
What I'm really looking for is a wish that's not just a lie,
and an unfathomable feeling.
"you need never change" "just be yourself"
this wish for peace of mind, right next to me.
If the warmth you gave me is still here with me,
I'll believe here and now that it has the power to change to kindness.
We'll be able to reborn.
once the sadness shoots through our hearts,
the direction of the wind will change.
When we feel the warmth pushing at our backs gently
I wonder if we can be stronger?
Our dreams are limitless.
No matter how I put up fronts, no matter how I struggle
The power I have now doesn't cut it,
The mirror which reflects my heart is you in front of me,
if you understand this now, we can make it.
We knock on this door called tomorrow which shakes me all too familiarly.
and then we get confused again, and surely we take to walking again.
if we start to lose our kindness, and hurt others,
we must try to remember the innocence in our hearts,
and the dreams we had as children,
then surely our passion will return to us
Ch.18-Gluttony
Outside im very quiet and plain, basically, a small child.Though. on the inside im always talking..., never on the outside.I cant help that I cant say what I wish, I just think others should read between the lines a little bit and actually notice that these people aren't sleeping, they are either dead or souless beings made to do what I wish... which isn't usually anything lately since I've been through 30 years of the same thing. I mean, dont get me wrong, I never get tired of eating peoples souls... why should I? its fun and filling and I've never questioned it before and I've decided I never will.
I dont remember anything at all beyond 30 years ago, and even then I've forgotten the majority of what happened during that time.
My name is Gluttony, I suppose, whenever someone nearby asks "What a cute little boy, are you lost? whats your name?" I dont tell them its Gluttony... usually I just drain them of their energy and walk on.
As for people who ask about my tattoo on my cheek, they are usually the ones to perish first. I feel like its not any of their business, though, when for whatever reason I am to be attacked and not have enough time (a total of 22 seconds, I counted) I usually have to fight with force. I dont enjoy killing them before I eat, their souls usually leave immediately after I break their neck or the likes.
Though, this woman is different. She takes my hand and does not die. Neiter do the other 4 that I have met. There are two others, though, we have not met. They have left for somewhere else. He sent them there.
He, him, thats all they've been calling him. Their master, their savior. He is supposed to make us humans, make us weak. Do I wish for this? no. Even she. The warm woman who I dont feel as empty towards as anyone else.
The first one to ever had touched me, and had not gone to sleep.
The first one to look at me as equal, maybe, and not some child.
The very first one to remind me of an illusion of true life, maybe.
At each glimpse of her I feel, maybe, happy. Warm inside, so much unlike me. Even soul stealing doesn't make me feel this warm.
That is the only reason why, the only reason why I would even think of calling this man I have never met master. The only reason I would even consider being so weak. To finally be able to feel the abstract warmth I take from the humans, feel it from her at a longer glance.
Small children I have never put to sleep, ones with their mothers, no. I do not feel jealousy, just longing . And to put them to sleep would mean no more warmth. I cannot have that.
I am without mother, though I wish for Lust to me mine. This can only be achieved through the philosophers stone.
Which I will find at any cost.
"Grrr. I dislike confrontations..." Envy grumbled, "Why can't we just, blast them away?" she asked.
Greedgave her an annoyed expression.
"And I was stuck with you... is all you do is 'blast them away' with your little toys?" she motioned toEnvy's Uzi's.
"FYI, they aren't toys, toys squirt water- these'll take out an army of men in two minutes, if they have to, in my hands," she grinned., cocking one over her shoulder.
Greedsighed. "Whatever. Just get to it already, no use using up the time we were given... whats it with him and time?"she muttered.
Envy sighed. "Guess your going back in your beds, babies..." she squeaked to her guns, holstering them underneath the beige overcoat, reaching to her knees, then tying it in front of her.
Greed looked at her weird.
"I can't believe your older than me."
She merely grinned, tieing the pink scarf around her head, hopped off the rooftop.
"Winry, just becauseyourleaving Central-"
"And you got payed," Winry added.
Ed rolled his eyes, "And I got payed- doesn't mean you can go on an all-out shopping spree!" Ed scowled.
"Ooooh, look at THOSE!" she squealed.
Al's metal legs wobbled from the weight, "E-ed... do you think you could... carry... soome...?" he grunted.
Ed was too preocuppied with stopping Winry from buying anything shiny, to hear.
"Winry!"
"Eeeed," she whined.
Sigh, I guess I'll never ge- "Agh!" he tripped, catching everything but a small box at the top.
"Uh oh...!"
Plop.
A woman with sharp green eyes eyed him, smiling warmly underneath the pink scarf.
"Be a little more careful, this could have broke." She said as Al sat the boxes down. Ed and Winry were visible, arguing inside a shop window a few yards away.
"Uh, thanks." he said.
"No problem," she said, "Here. You should have someone with you when you shop, to carry all of these. You must really know your mechanics..." she said, reading the small box, 'Oil Sprockets.' Then handing it to him.
"Uh, no, they aren't mine," he said, "They're my friend, Winry's, and I have them with me... they just don't carry anything, eheh." he laughed.
She smiled again, "Well, be more careful then, goodbye." she waved.
Something shiny fell out of her pocket.
Al bent and picked it up, "Hey, lady wait, you forgot your-" he looked at it, it was a red stone ring. An alchemy enhancher like the one Cornetto had, he looked up, "Wait, lady!" he started after her, though she disappeared easily in the crowd.
Great, now Al was lost.
Who was she?
"Might I say, what an excellent performance, hahaha. 'Be more careful next time.' Haahahhahhaha!"
"..." she glared.
"Heh, nah, it was a good performance... if your trying to win his Furher's hand... PAHAHHAHAHAAHA!"
"...Im so putting a spell on you when we get back..."
Greed looked grinned at her.
"Im serious..."
Ch.19 -Parents
Getting back, after being saved somehow from the caves by Major Armstrong and Roy Mustang & crew, the two girls receive a new mission. Both must assist the furhers son to an award of charity for orphans, and an opening orphanage. This will bring up some heartbreaking memories for Riley and Kali as they have adiscussion about the most uncomfortable topic for them both, and learn they have more in common than alchemy.
Artist: Glay
Title: Way of Difference
I want to see you, but I can't
Standing still searching for the light through such a long night.
The one who taught me that everyone needs strength and kindness to live
was you who was leaving me.
We knew from the beginning that we were going to go our seperate ways
but even still, I felt forever in those days I touched you.
How long has it been since we found each other
I was bad at smiling, has it become more natural?
Since then we were always together,
and following that we became adults.
Waiting anxiously, but you haven't come
The memories raining down on this precious season, are mostly of you.
I miss you, I miss you
You've given me so much courage
that I still now keep with me.
Unable to be together without hurting each other,
we healed that pain together.
Now, those days in which everything seemed meaningless,
have become so dear to me.
looking for love, troubled by love, knowing love
In that heart that resembles mine in some way,
I am there, and in a corner is your unyielding dream,
Don't you see, it has changed us into adults even more.
I want to see you, but I can't
Standing still searching for the light through such a long night.
The one who taught me that everyone needs strength and kindness to live
was you who was leaving me.
If we're under the light being cast through the leaves,
it makes even our parting seem beautiful.
By forgetting sadness people, surely, can become stronger.
Soon, even here, the snow will accumulate
and the world will be colored white.
if just for a little longer...
Waiting anxiously, but you haven't come
The memories raining down on this precious time, are mostly of you.
I miss you, I miss you
You've given me so much courage
that I still now keep with me.
I want to see you, but I can't
Standing still searching for the light through such a long night.
The one who taught me that everyone needs strength and kindness to live
was you who was leaving me.
We knew from the beginning that we were going to go our seperate ways.