Hey again peoples! I still can't get inspired for the BB fanfic, but I do seem to have a bunch of ideas for the SE one. *shrug* I'm working on it, don't you guys worry. I'm also working on my OneTrueMedia stuff, which is a website where you can compose slideshows and suchlike for free, although you have to pay to actually SHARE them with anyone. I can't pay; therefore you guys can't see it. Sorry about that, but it's not like YOU'D want to see the videos; most of them are Hellsing-centric. So far I have (and that's really all I've done with the site) tributes for:
Alucard: Dance with the Devil
Seras: Riot
Anderson: Let the Bodies Hit the Floor
Integra: Get off of my Back (don't start nagging me about that one; it was the only one that fit her character!)
Schrödinger: Her Name is Alice
Rip Van Winkle: Makes You Stronger
Walter: (Young) Get it On (Dark) Six Foot Deep (Old) Well…I haven't gotten far enough to start on his old version, but I will eventually!
So yeah…and making those takes a while, 'cause I gotta sync the pictures to the lyrics and actually FIND the music/pictures, which takes FOREVER. Just to give you a feel for it, I've done a couple two-minute songs and they've required at LEAST thirty pictures, and they were mid-paced songs too. Seras's was the hardest; the music was easy, but I had to put at least sixty-some pictures in there because it went so dang fast. And they all had to be jpeg (OneTrueMedia won't take practically any other format). And all different. And yeah, it took a while. *inhale deeply* Anywhich and how, on with the "show".
November 30, 2013
December 1, 2013
History teaches us that men and nations behave wisely once they have exhausted all other alternatives
-A
DK's POV:
Hazel was scared stiff. I could tell and Fear wasn't even my forte. How? Perhaps it was the way she stood, so close to the three of us. Perhaps it was the link I had started up, fragile and shaky, but strong enough to tell she was on edge.
Or maybe it was the fact she was shaking like a leaf.
I sighed heavily, dragging in a deep breath through my nose and impatiently sending a tidal wave of calm through our link, making her squeak and jump, staring at me with wide eyes. He's not gonna eat you alive genius. Chill out and take a deep breath. I thought irritably to her, and she managed a shaky inhale, followed by a yelp as Lord Death ploughed through the surface of his mirror, jumping back as her arm flickered, turning smooth and metal-y for a split second before she saw the towering figure wasn't going to eat her or whatever she was panicked about. "HIYAH KAGE, AKUMA, ITS SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" he crowed gleefully, scooping them both up in a painful-looking hug as I hurriedly stepped back, not wanting to chance something of the same.
Hazel was turning to flee, and I caught her by the shoulder before she could, dragging her up to Lord Death as he released my comrades. "Got a new partner Reaper. Thought I should let you give her the all clear." I grunted, hoisting her up by the collar as she squirmed and yelped in indignance, being dangled in the air like an errant kitten before the reaper as he put a hand to his "chin", considering her. "DK YOU JERK PUT ME DOWN NOW!" she screeched, and I grinned before opening my hand, letting her fall to the ground with another yelp upon impact, glaring at me as she rubbed her bum. "I…HATE…you…" she growled venomously, and I grinned modestly, helping her to her feet. "Sticks and stones kid." I retorted cheerfully, making her scowl more. Lord Death cleared his throat as we all looked towards him, Hazel straightening her clothes and sending me frequent evil glares, which I totally ignored.
"So, what kind of weapon is she?" the Reaper asked, putting his hands behind his back and swaying back and forth as he considered my partner, and I grinned wickedly. "Panzerfaust, or at least some kind of heavy artillery cannon." I said excitedly, and he blinked. "An artillery weapon? I haven't heard of those in decades! May I see?" he asked, and I nodded, grabbing Hazel by the collar again –hearing yet another outraged yelp– and dropping her in front of the Reaper. "All yours squirt. Take it away." I said calmly, shoving my hands in my pockets and taking a step or two back as she sat up, looking confused and slightly betrayed. "Well. Go on." Lord Death said, waving his hands at her encouragingly as she blinked up at him. "Do what?" I smacked my forehead, dragging in a deep breath as irritation boiled under my skin, muttering something hopefully none of them could understand as Hazel gave me an apologetic look. Transform into a weapon genius. I thought with a glare, and she squeaked and closed her eyes, obviously concentrating hard.
After a few seconds her arm glowed, shifted, and transformed into a long cannon barrel, which Lord Death examined minutely, ignoring the panting weapon before him. "She has excellent form, although if she can only transform her arm you may have problems wielding her. How's your Soul Bonding going?" he asked, and I made a circle with my thumb and index. "Great. And we're gonna work on the transforming, but I have a cheat code." I said with a wicked grin, and Hazel blinked at me, looking nervous. Lord Death cocked his head. "A "cheat code" for weapon transformation?" he asked incredulously, and I grinned wider, motioning for Hazel to stand up. She did so, and I cradled my chin with my hand, frowning as I studied her. "It should be right…"
Poke.
"There." Hazel squeaked as I poked her shoulder, her eyes going wide as she fluidly shifted, her body writhing into a long, familiar shape as she clattered to the floor, in full weapon form. "Hey! What did you DO?!" she gasped, flashing onto the barrel of the cannon as I picked it up, shifting her a little in my hands to get the weight. "Little known fact about Weapons; they always have a pressure point that shifts them completely to weapon form, willing or not." I said absently, smirking as Hazel gaped indignantly at me from her metal stock, shifting the gun to cradle the butt against my shoulder, aiming off into the distance. "May I?" Lord Death shrugged and nodded. "Hold on to your hats ladies and gentlemen." I muttered, curling my finger around her trigger and lightly squeezing it, bracing my feet as a large amount of my Soul Wavelength blasted out of the end, driving me back slightly as Kage swore and held a hand to her eyes, Akuma doing the same. I smirked and tossed Hazel up against my shoulder, surveying the damage.
A large crater was blasted into the floor of the Death Room, smoke rising dramatically from the center as I poked Hazel again, allowing her to shift back to human as she dragged in deep breathes, eyes wide. "Not bad kid. Not bad at all." I congratulated her, and she shifted her glare to me, still panting. "Do not…do that…again…" she growled, and I grinned wickedly at her, not answering. "Forced transformation does feel a like strange, but you're also a bit wiped out from your first use. Lord Death, requesting permission to take her around the school and say hi to everyone." Kage said sharply, standing at attention as Lord Death waved his hands at her, shooing us away. "Yes yes, go on, have fun! And remember to say hi to Kid! He's been lonely!" he called after us, and Akuma and I both made faces as Hazel looked confused.
Hazel's POV:
I trailed behind DK and the others, feeling very much like a third wheel as the other three were hailed by various kids, including a girl with pink hair and a guy with a bald head and two spikes of black hair sticking up behind his ears, his glasses opaque and strangely swirled. "Oh look guys, they're back!" I jumped as I heard another voice, turning as DK and the others did the same, seeing a girl with two ponytails and a trench coat with a guy with white hair and red eyes and some kid with blue hair standing in spikes behind them, along with a tall girl, her black hair pulled back in a ponytail. "Oh, and there's someone new." she added in surprise, and I flushed slightly as DK laid his long-nailed hand on my shoulder, probably grinning. "This is my new partner, Hazel. Hazel, in left to right order this is Trenchie, Red Eyes, Ego Maniac, and Flower Lady. Nails and Sparky are off with Stripes doing whatever they're doing." he said proudly, and I sweatdropped, mentally cursing his stupid urge to annoy people.
The girl in ponytails stepped forward, holding out her hand with a rueful smile. "Sorry about him, my name's Maka Albarn, this is my partner Soul, and those two are Blackstar and Tsubaki." she said warmly, gripping my hand as I gently shook it, looking up to Kage and Akuma. "Liz and Patty are with Kid on an extra-curricular, they won't be back until tomorrow." she added, and Kage pouted as Akuma wiped his forehead, drawing in a deep breath. Don't ask kid. DK's voice echoed in my head as I took breath to question their reactions, and I snapped my mouth shut, staring at him questioningly. He grinned. Yes, you are hearing voices. No, you are not going crazy. All Nightstalker establish a telepathic communication with their partner, it's like part of the uniform. Not that we have a uniform… He added the last part in what I guessed was the telepathic version of a mutter, cupping his chin again and thinking as he did so.
"Well see ya guys, we gotta get Hazel settled and start on our training." Kage said abruptly, and DK once again latched onto my wrist as we started walking, and I stifled an eep as we were pulled into cold syrupy blackness, beginning to struggle in panic before DK irritably tightened his grip on my wrist, his sharp black nails threatening to break skin. Chill kid, how many times I gotta say it? This is the safest placeyou can ever find, okay? If Kage, me, or Akuma are ever here with you, there's absolutely no harm that can come to you unless we actually WANT to hurt you ourselves. Shadows are what Kage's made of, and I spent a fair amount of time in them as well. Now just calm down and hold still. Panic makes Kage hungry. His telepathic voice boomed all around me, like we were in a huge hall, and suddenly everything got warm again as he pulled me out of the shadows with a sharp tug.
I stumbled, not used to this yet, and both Kage and DK hauled me up, which was surprising. She gave me a slightly amused look, letting go of my arm. "I know how disorienting shadow-walking can get for greenhorns. Just let it flow." she said, opening a door in front of us as I gulped, seeing dark green walls and light grey furniture in an almost completely normal living room, with a TV and everything. DK promptly walked over to a slightly worn couch and sat, kicking his legs up so it was impossible for any of us to join him. "C'mon kid, let's show ya around." Akuma said, ignoring his companion as he led me to a kitchen with brown cabinets, Kage opening the drawers and showing me where everything was as I relaxed, somehow more at ease now that these Nightstalker –the name I had heard so many times in campfire spook tales– needed forks, spoons, knives, as well as a microwave and oven.
I was shown to both their rooms, which looked almost exactly alike, storm-grey wallpaper with dark-colored wood desks and a bed, blankets black and dark grey respectively. My room was bare, and Kage knelt, reaching for a paint can as Akuma grabbed some woodworking tools, looking at me expectantly. "What color do you want for your walls?" Kage asked briskly, and I shrugged, looking around absently. At first I wanted to say pink just to see what they would do, but I quickly quelled the thought. "Uh…red I guess? Maybe like a really dark red, like wine-red?" I asked, and they both looked slightly surprised but approving, and Kage stuck her hand in the paint can, then touched it to the wall as the exact color I wanted, which looked a bit like dark blood, spread outward from her dry palm and fingers. "Wood decoration?" she asked, and I shrugged. "Uh…dark, matching I guess?" I asked, and she nodded as Akuma swiped the tool up and down the bedpost, a loud scraping sound following as a cloud of sawdust rose, sounding like he was grinding the surface down rapidly.
Some minutes later, my room looked rather nice, a simple bed with dark purple blankets and lots and lots of pillows tucked into the corner by the window, a rather stylish desk with mahogany wood on the opposite wall with a respectable bookcase in the third corner, my door in the fourth. When asked for an explanation, Akuma told me the magic tools they used had been given to them by a Nightstalker friend of theirs and they were for home decoration only. The floor had remained unchanged, he explained, because their friend hadn't given them anything to change the carpet, so I was stuck with an off-white flooring. I had a bedside table of the same wood the bed was made out of, an alarm clock on top with a few drawers on the sides, when opened showing…knives?!
"One of the things we'll be teaching you is self defense without the use of your weapon form. This includes the use of knives, and we'll periodically jump you in your sleep to make sure you can use them correctly. Breakfast is at six thirty, and we expect you to be awake for at least ten minutes before then. We leave for school at six forty and DWMA enrollment starts at seven am. School lets out at three pm, and the rest of the afternoon will be spent on homework and training. Every other week we switch back to Nightstalker training, schedule, and location. Be prepared to shift on a moment's notice however; this life is never certain. DK's waiting to begin your training for tonight; we're going to do the same in the DWMA grounds. Have fun." Kage said briskly, dusting her hands off, and before I could protest they were both gone, melted out of existence by the shadows that seemed to hesitate before going back to normal, even my own. I stared at where they had been, feeling a lump of protest rise in my throat. Have fun…what do they think he's gonna do, teach me sewing?! He may be my partner, but I know any training a demon's going to dish out isn't gonna be fun!
Hi everybody! Nice to see you all…however, I have a somewhat pressing matter I urge you all to pay attention to. My best friend, whose name I have not been given permission to mention, but it does start with D, is in a serious fix. He father's pressing an all or nothing (her mom and dad are divorced, her father lives in Iowa) court possession, which means in normal-people-speak that if he wins, he gets total custody of my best friend, which means she has to live with him and her mom gives up all rights to be her mom. Now, I have two problems with this. One, my best friend hates his guts. Two, that means there's about negative billion percent chance she can continue being my friend all the way over in Iowa. So yeah, I would like some positive thoughts on that. Beam them to her; I'll make it worth the effort. Or send advice on what she can do (she's fourteen, if that helps) to help win the case, encouragement for her (she's rather panicked about it), just send your two cents to help. "A kind word and a helping hand" n' all that. To make matters even worse, the court hearing is on December 12th and 13th, which if you check your calendar is FRIDAY THE FREAKING 13TH! An all-or-nothing court case on Friday the 13th to decide whether my best friend goes bye-bye or she never has to worry about seeing her scumbag (her words, not mine) dad ever again. THE TENSION IS UNBELIEVABLE! She's really running in circles, despite my calm and sometimes sarcastic advice on the matter. (I have told her that the fathers rarely win these things, and she has plenty of evidence against him taking possession of her. The sarcastic part was when I made fun of her for freaking out.) Just drop a review and I'll show her, it ain't that hard. Help a poor soul. *clinks begging bowl* Hehe, seriously now. Give her some pep. Review, Request, Rcomment, Auf Wedersien!
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