exniner

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    • Alright...

      12 years ago

      exniner

      so i finally got everything up and running over here again, and got back to work with all my fun things, including my stories. I sometimes get so tired though, just like right now. Maybe its the 4 hours of sleep a night. Prolly. Im gonna go to bed now, but just letting you know that im still looking for good screenshots of each character from red versus blue, and any good halo screenshots anyone can find, theres mods in it for ya, so yeah. peace out, and gnite.

      Elvis has left the building.

    • welll....

      12 years ago

      exniner

      im doing a halo series and a rvb series of magic cards for the hell of it, let me know what you think of the ones in my profile, and if you have any ideas for a card let me know. Its 2 in the morning and im going to bed folks.

    • New Computer Blues....

      12 years ago

      exniner

      Well, i got a new computer, but the disc i burned from the old one that had every one of my files wont load properly on my new cpu, and only about 10 percent of the files transfered!!! that means my story, all 75 pages of it are stuck in limbo along with all of my research, notes and pictures that i have conceptuialized. its pure crap. i was up untill 2 30 last night trying to get it to work. So for those i promised part of the story in full to, you wont get it until i can do some more work on it, probably this weekend or so.

      btw, those of you i gave large portions of the sroty, i would appreciate it not being given out or used without express permission, im of the trusting sort, but this story is a big part of my life. ive made a list of who i have given it too, or will be giving it to. so yeah. anyway...im looking for halo and rvb pictures still, so any that can help let me know please.

    • Storytime, chapter 3 part end

      12 years ago

      exniner

      unsureity to these men. Within moments the soldiers returned with a white robed healer priest who ran behind them. They stopped when they saw the covered form on the ground. The priest said a small prayer and turned around, walking back the way he came, while the two soldiers stood with bewildered looks on their faces.
      The knight made a move to question them but Clara waved him off and moved over to the two men. They looked at him with such fear and agony he almost hated to ask them what had happened, but knew that answers were needed. He placed his hand on one of the men and asked, "Who or what did this?"
      The reply shocked Clara to his core, for it was something he hadn't expected in the worst of scenarios. The young man looked at him, and as if forcing the name from his lips said two words.
      "Fenrir Vala."



      wel thats it. put it all together and let me know what you thnk.. The rest will not be shown here until maybe a month or too. got a lot of work to do, but i will put more of others up. just....let me know what you think.

    • Storytime Chapter 3, part 6

      12 years ago

      exniner

      In one moment the cook let out a cry of "Thief!" and Clara was off running for his life. He left the way he came, but the guards that had been lax when he came in were watching astutely when he came out. They sounded the alarm and were off chasing the boy through the grass. Clara was fast, but they were gaining. So Clara did the unexpected, he turn and ran at his pursuers, running by them before they really registered what was happening. One turned so fast that he went down hard, rolling over and trying to gain his feet while the other steadied himself just in time for Clara's food sack to hit him square in the jaw, knocking him senseless. Then he ran up to the guard that was still trying to get up and delivered a good kick to the side, sending the soldier down to the ground gasping for breath. Clara then turned north towards the river and ran as fast as he could, for by the sound of it the whole camp was sallying.
      Upon reaching the river he had run in, and then followed it south east, back into the forest where he eventually came back to his makeshift home. The sounds of the search came to him all night, but no soldier had ever crossed his temporary home.
      With each foray into a camp he was becoming better and more confident, and when he wasn’t stealing or trying to make his dwelling better he was practicing his hand-to-hand fighting and hunting skills. Within a month and a half he was tailing groups of soldiers just out of sight, either through the scrub or in the trees. It wasn’t long before he was stealing bigger and better things, and had dug his home farther into the earth, decorating it with stolen blankets and armor, and building a nice supply of arms.
      He became the scourge of the training ground and it was only luck that he was caught four months into it. After not appearing at his appointed time of evaluation it was apparent that he was enjoying wreaking havoc on the soldiers, and was encouraged by Justus to continue until a talented enough soldier was found that could capture him.
      He was finally caught by luck, when a knight ten years older than himself went off to relieve himself and came across Clara napping overhead. He picked a good-sized rock up and threw it at the boy; disorienting him and making him fall, and then jumped on him, subduing Clara. Then he marched him to the camp where he was commended for his brilliance. From that day forward Clara and Freeblade were inseparable.
      Clara was commended by the head knight and was given special training along with Freeblade, and soon he was one of the youngest knights ever to be allowed to serve. All because of a simple training ground.
      This was his favorite place. Here he trained young men that, like him, were unsure, frightened and not sure what to expect. He loved going up and down the lines with the career soldiers, marking those who excelled in their training for further advancement, and sorting out the weak from the strong. As soon as he had become a knight the duties of his position came to him naturally. He was a born soldier and leader, but that wasn't enough. He spent his time drilling his trainees, perfecting his and their form. He worked them until they new his thoughts as well as he. In exercises he beat every other group, save Hammond's on occasion, and his tactics were brilliant.
      In fact some of his more daring tactics were now being taught in regular classes. And still it was not enough. Up until the moment he stepped foot in the hovel that would bring him face to face with a vampyre, something seemed to be missing. Now he felt as though something fundamental had changed, though time seemed to be moving to fast to allow him to peek behind that great tapestry of faith and see what the gods had planned for him.
      Clara was snapped from his revelry by shouting coming from the central barracks, and rushed to see what the problem was. Two soldiers were hauling a man out of the barracks with their swords loosed in the scabbard. He was covered in blood and was looking pale in the face; shock if Clara had ever seen it. He rushed over while the soldiers began yelling for a healing priest
      The fallen soldier lay on the grass, his face contorted in a grimace of pain while the blood rushed from wounds along his chest. A ragged tear marked his breastplate from the right shoulder down across the chest to the side, bone showing in the spots where blood allowed. Clara yelled for something to staunch the wound, but as he was doing so the young soldier started convulsing with death throes. His eyes rolled back into his head and bloody foam formed at his mouth, and then he lay limp.
      Clara stared at the dead man on the ground in front of him as a group of soldiers gathered around. Another knight, this one an unfamiliar face to Clara, rushed over, pushing his way through the gathered men. "Who did this, who is responsible for this tragedy?" he yelled at the assembled men. No one moved or said a thing, for those who had drug the poor man out had ran off to get help. "Who did this?" the knight yelled again, and when no answer came he turned his head toward Clara. "You there, tell me what happened now, or your head will roll."
      Clara stood and looked at the knight, his eyes fiery with sadness at the tragedy, and anger at being spoken to in such a manner. "I will not tolerate such disrespect young knight. I am Sir David Clara, recently injured in battle and recommisioned knight of the order Lance and Dagger." With some small pleasure Clara watched as the knight deflated and the group of soldiers began to mutter among themselves. "I had just arrived here on the training grounds when I heard a cry for help from these barracks and rushed over to help. I sent this poor man's fellows for a healer and as such we must wait for their return before finding out anything of import. Do you have a problem with that knight?"
      "No sir."
      "I didn't think you would. Now bring something to cover this poor soul and send for a priest of Supay to send this man on his way." Clara almost balked saying his new master's name aloud, but would not allow such a show of

    • Storytime chapter 3, part 5

      12 years ago

      exniner

      Knighthood required another four years of religious and spiritual training, along with advanced classes in tactics, theory, and science. Only one out of every ten that opted to be a knight made it through training. Knight hood meant obedience to the temples above all else, and oaths were sworn upon being knighted that bound them to their patrons, Bisha and Tammuz, the blessed duality. When war broke out, (though seldom it did) the Royal Armed Guard were led out onto the field by the able Knights, and stability was ensured. This "separate but united" ensured no one man controlled all power, and also bred a fiercely loyal and pious community within the city.
      But as good as that idea was it was the building of the training grounds that made the Royal Armed Guard the force it was.
      It took up a large portion of the city, containing a forest, swamp, river, desert and flat meadow training ground in circuit form. As you progressed through each terrain you soon entered a vastly different one, all bordering a large barracks where the enlisted men lived their lives. It was maintained constantly by the soldiers and was used to ensure survival and victory on any terrain, no matter what. It was always kept with a supply of the native animals to each area, so if hunting or scavenging was the lesson at the time, it could be well taught. It was a nasty place, where soldiers commonly fell victim to injury and sickness, though from the outside it appeared as nothing more than a shady spot surrounded by walls.
      Clara loved it here. It was here where he was taken in when still too young by a knight with more heart than skill. He was an elderly knight by the name of Justus Carlson, who had served his whole life for the crown and had never given it a second thought. When Owen Clara felt he had taught his nephew all he could he brought him to his old officer and friend and used a favor to get David enlisted two years early. At fifteen he had still not reached his full growth, and was lacking in the physical strength to keep up with the daily training, so Justus came up with another solution. He gave Clara enough supplies for two weeks and sent him to the training ground with simple orders. Stay on the grounds for two months with no outside help. Soldiers would be sent in occasionally to find and capture him. Avoid them and survive. If he succeeded without being caught by any other soldier he would begin training as a special operations soldier. If he was caught or gave up he would be expelled and forced to leave until he had come of age.
      The first day was the hardest for Clara. He had been hunting many times with his uncle and knew how to use the land to survive, but with such limited space, even for a place as large as the training grounds, it was almost an impossible task. He was almost caught twice that first day, and he used up much of his food and water due to exhaustion from fleeing. He spent his first night in the hollow between two trees crying and wondering how fate could be so mean.
      He spent the first week the same way, twice more almost being caught, before he ran out of food early. He sat in his small hole for half a day before coming to the realization that no one could help him. He would have to use every bit of himself to overcome this challenge. He had lived in the streets at times, and had played with the urchins on the corners staying away from home for days before coming back to his uncle's wrath and amusement. He knew how to survive on the streets better than anything else, so he figured he would apply that to his knowledge of the outdoors and it would amount to the same thing. Bands of soldiers were out here all the time on training exercises, and they always carried full food and supplies.
      That night he was a shadow that moved through the high grass that marked the fields training ground. He was barefoot, shirtless and covered in mud, but he made no sound while moving towards a camp that had been established for two days already but had kept strict vigilance as if in enemy territory. Two sentries at each cardinal direction stood watch, though they were lax and kept looking into the fire at the center of camp, ruining any night-vision they might have had. They were armed with short swords, but only one guard had it at his hip, the others were lax and had the scabbards either across their backs or loose around their thighs.
      Clara had approached from the east where the two guards were engrossed in a conversation about a gambling debt at one of the seedier establishments in the city. While they gesticulated and argued Clara ran by, dashing to the shadow of the mess tent, where things were quiet for the night. He lifted the flap of the tent and made his way in, pulling out a small sack that he had tucked into his britches while sneaking in. He quickly filled the sack with dried fruit and jerked beef, which while plain would keep him healthy until he decided he needed to come back for more. He had started tying the sack to his belt when he heard a soft snoring from the far end of the tent and went to investigate. There, under a table the cook was sleeping, his hand holding an empty tankard of what smelled like ale. But none of that registered to Clara, for he was looking at the wicked dagger at the cook's side. His own knife had been lost during his first day on the training grounds and he needed one badly. He reached down and undid the cook's belt, sliding the dagger off as he did so. But as soon as the knife was in his hand he nudged the cook with his foot, waking the burly man.

    • Storytime Chapter 3, part 4

      12 years ago

      exniner

      Clara awoke as soon as the sun began to creep above the horizon. He was dressed and downstairs before any customers entered his uncle's tavern and made his way to a table in the corner. The smell of baking bread was tantalizing, for while not the richest man in the city, Owen Clara was a great cook. Out of the kitchen came a young woman carrying clean mugs that she placed behind the bar before unbarring the front door to let in the morning customers. The serving maid glanced at Clara before going about her business and was soon back in the kitchen, leaving the few customers to fend for themselves until Owen came out and officially opened for the day.
      Soon a thin, red-faced individual with long gray hair came our and said loudly, "Welcome to the Rusty Cleaver. We are now open for business, so I can take your money and give you poorly cooked food. Now, order up you dogs!" As if on cue two serving girls came from the kitchen and began taking orders, while Owen limped his way over to Clara.
      "Davey my boy, Sarah told me you were back but I dint believe her," he leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, "Between you an me she's a lil' slow on the uptake, but a great thing to watch walk, if you take my meaning." Then slapping Clara on the back he continued with, "how are ya' boy? Last I heard you was fighting a vampyre in the poor quarter and got cut up really bad like. Then I hears you are dead, then not, then that you came back to life with fire coming out your ears and ass and the like. So what the hell is the real truth then?"
      Clara laughed and looked at his uncle, the man who had brought him up most of his life, and said, "well I fought and almost died, but the gods were kind."
      "Boy, you just told me a whole book with none of the pictures!"
      "I know uncle, but it has been hard and confusing, and right now all I want is some of your bread and eggs."
      "You got the coppers to pay me?" Owen asked, eyeing his nephew theatrically.
      "Sure I do, got five on each hand you thief!" Clara swung at his uncle playfully, and Owen ducked down and came up with a smile. He swatted Clara on the back of his head and said, "No wonder you beat that vampyre, you remembered everything I taught ya!" Then he turned and yelled, "BREAKFAST YOU SLOW GIRLS, YOU'RE MAKING A GODSBEDAMNED HERO WAIT!" Then he rushed off to the kitchen, leaving Clara laughing at the table.
      Shortly his food arrived and he ate, looking around as a steady stream of customers came and ate at his uncle's tavern. The bustle and noise allowed him to think without worry, and before long his plate was empty and he still had no idea what he was supposed to do. Finally he got up from the table and walked out of the busy tavern and headed towards the barracks where the knights training ground was. It was back to work for him, and he knew he could no longer put it off. Thought the day was warm and bright he got a chill as he thought what was sure to be a rough day ahead. And it would only get rougher once he returned home and spoke to his uncle about the real events of his absence. If anyone can help me make sense of it all, he thought, uncle Owen might.

      The training yards were a brutal stretch of the city that had been specially tailored to provide the most challenge. Centuries past, when the first king of New Belmont took council it was decided that there would be a separation of powers, so that neither the temples or the monarchy would ever hold the people in the grips of a tyrant. So the military became something that had never been seen before. The monarchy declared that for any male wishing to be a citizen, they would have to enlist in the Royal Armed Guard at the age of seventeen. Their training would commence for five years, and it would cover the basics of education; math, reading, writing and religion. But first and foremost was the training of love and loyalty to the crown, and to the Kingdom of Belmont. The men would then be given a chance, when the time came, to be discharged and make their own way, become a career soldier, or the not so common path of Knighthood.

    • Storytime chapter 3, part 3

      12 years ago

      exniner

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      Two forms lay in an ornate bed at the center of a large room. Silken sheets covered the two, who lay to one side of the bed, a bed that seemed as though it could accommodate many more. It's canopy rose high and almost touched the vaulted ceiling, where a large oaken beam anchored the room. Tall bookshelves lined the walls, though a desk and workstation sat before the one window in the room. The room was decorated with artifacts and art, an eclectic mix that seemed chaotic until looked at as a whole. For The Dove, no expense was ever spared.
      A loud knocking at the door awoke the Dove from its slumber. It rose from the bed, grabbing a robe that hung from a hook on the wall, and sparing a glance at the other form in the bed moved to open the door. A cloaked figure stood in the hall outside, and rushed in as soon as the door opened. The Dove closed the door and latched it. Turning it surveyed the cloaked figure, which knelt down and waited to be addressed. The Dove reached out and removed the hood from the kneeling figure, revealing the knight that had been sent for earlier in the evening. The Dove did nothing to hide its displeasure.
      "You're late" it said with an accusatory tone.
      "I know your grace," replied the knight, who had yet to move from his position of fealty. "I spent most of the night with David, trying to determine whether or not he was fit for what is coming."
      "It is not your place to determine what the gods demand knight, and you are presumptuous to think I would ever hold your opinion above my own, for I already know that Clara is unfit." The Dove reached down and placed a hand on the chin of the bowing knight and gently raised the face so they could see eye to eye. "You are to come when called, regardless of what tavern you are in or which whore you are bedding. Your gods demand it," it said. Then it slapped him hard across the face, knocking the already kneeling knight to the ground.
      "Too much is at hand to be wasted because a lowly knight forgot his place." Then turning the Dove walked over to the work station and placed its hands on the desk. "Disobey me again and you shall be made an example to others in our service, and a fine example you will make. Do I make myself clear?"
      "Y-yes y-your g-race," said the knight while rising from the floor.
      "Good. Now tell me of Clara, for while I do not need your opinion sometimes a fresh perspective is needed."
      "Your grace," the knight began, "he is indeed changed, though I know not whether it was from his near death experience or some other factor, but his demeanor is totally different." The dove waved for him to continue. "He talks like one haunted, and anytime the conversation came back to our vows or honor he seemed far off, as if listening to a memory."
      "What do you mean?"
      "Well, I asked him jokingly whether our vows meant so much to him he would fight Supay himself to stay among us. I expected a laugh or some kind of response, but he just smiled and looked into his mug." He opened his mouth to continue but the Dove cut him off.
      "That is intriguing, and I am surprised he would go to such lengths. But it is too plausible to be denied. I must think." The dove paced the room, its robe bellowing with each movement. Looking at a sculpture of the twin suns it stopped pacing. The room was deadly quiet as the Dove thought. "Knight, how much do your vows weigh on you when making a decision."
      "More than anything else your grace."
      "I wonder. Are you to honor a life debt of someone was to save your life?"
      "Of course your grace, you know as well as I do that our honor is key to our loyalty. Without it we are but brigands with good weapons.
      "Exactly. And because Clara has taken the vows, he must honor…he wouldn’t have." The dove stopped moving looked up as if hearing something no one else could. Then, a look of mixed fear and worry crossed its face before realizing that the knight still knelt in the room waiting to be dismissed.
      "Knight Freeblade, I need you to watch your friend Clara, for somehow he lied to the priests, and he lied to us, but worst, he lied to the gods. Have him take over his normal duties, for I want to keep him as publicly active as possible. But he is going to become a dangerous beast if I am right, and what do you do to dangerous beasts Freeblade?"
      "Kill them, your grace."
      "Exactly. The moment he reveals himself as the treacherous snake he is I want your best assassin to have a dagger in his heart, regardless of the fondness you once felt for him. The Lord Bisha demands it. Do I make myself clear?"
      "Yes your grace."
      "Good knight. I knew I kept you for a reason. You may go" The Dove watched as the Hammond Freeblade, Knight General of New Belmont rose to leave the room. There was too much indeed going on, and soon he would be disposed of and a new head knight installed, for Freeblade's sentimentality and fondness for drink would soon become a liability, and far too much was planed to have any kind of liability. But maybe he would have other uses before he died. Just as he reached the door the Dove remembered and said, "And knight, bring me another slave from the yards," and reaching behind itself, it grabbed the exposed ankle of the person on the bed and pulled the lifeless body to the ground. "This one is all used up."
      Freeblade walked over and grabbed the ankles of the corpse and began to drag it out of the room, dropping it long enough to open the door. As soon as he had left the Dove smiled to itself and thought, yes, he just might be good for something after all.

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    • Storytime chapter 3, part 2

      12 years ago

      exniner

      Before to long both of them were laughing hard, talking about stories from the past and more recent ones when Marie walked up with two steaming plates and a couple of large mugs. She winked at Clara and then looked at Freeblade and said, "on the house by Jacob's orders. He said don’t leave before he gets down."
      "Well tell him to get off his overlarge ass and hurry up then!"
      "You know Jacob, Ham. He has to dress the part before he can be the part."
      "Ha! Do I ever I remember the time that…" Free blade started, and Marie just shook her head and walked off, looking back at Freeblade and smiling.
      Freeblade continued his rant when a heavyset man in a blue velvet coat approached the table. He was balding and red in the face, but his eyes were a mischievous blue and you knew by looking that the man had the lights on upstairs. "What are two Knights of the Realm doing in my place of business, eating me out of house and home!" he exclaimed.
      "Well we had to eat somewhere," Clara said, "so we figured we would come bug Jacob."
      "Welcome back lad, I hear you had quite a bad time lately."
      "Well I still live, and the vampyres are gone so I would say I was in much better condition than I could have been."
      "Rightly so," said Jacob and he placed his hands on his cheeks as if in thought. "Well since you are now a celebrity and everyone knows of David the Demon Killer, I must say I wouldn’t feel right charging you to eat at my establishment! So eat on you ruffians, and you must come back for dinner. I'll serve you my last bottle of Crimson '42," and with that the man turned and walked into the kitchen.
      "Same old Jacob," said Freeblade, wincing as a thunderous sound of breaking dishes came from the kitchen followed by a steady stream of curses from Jacob.
      "Yes it is," said Clara. "Good to know some things never change."

      Clara arrived home late that evening, escorted by the very much-inebriated pair of Hammond and Marie. They bid him goodnight and strolled off, singing drinking songs at the top of their lungs. Clara, who had drank little, walked over to where he knew his bed was and felt for the lamp that was next to it. He lit the wick and looked around. His home was dusty, and smelled old, but it was a comforting sight. He stripped off his dirty clothes and sat at the edge of his bed. His armor was sitting in its accustomed spot, the corner facing the east, but his weapons were not hanging from the pegs on the wall. Clara figured that they were damaged in the fight with Fenrir, and decided he would commission two more later in the week. Right now all he was looking forward to was some sleep in his own bed without fear that some priest would hear him cry out his dark secret in his sleep.
      He lay down on his bed and tried to find a comfortable spot, thinking about he had just been through. Death, rebirth, healing, testing, and now he was waiting to understand what the god of the underworld wanted him to do. He rolled onto his side and looked where he normally kept the sculpture of the twin suns that represented the gods of his order. It was lying broken on the floor and in its place was a pale crescent moon on its back facing up, with a crown sitting in the bowl made by the moon. It was Supay's symbol, and nothing could have brought home the severity of the change in Clara's life more. On a peg right below it was a medallion on a fine silver chain. Clara got up out of bed and walked over to it. It was embossed with the same crescent symbol on one side, and on the other a flower with fire as its bloom.
      It was beautiful, and Clara could not stop himself reaching out and removing it from it's peg. The thing was surprisingly heavy, and it felt slippery and cold in his hands. It called out to him, and before he knew what he was doing it was around his neck. I belong to you, and you to me it said to Clara's thoughts. Clara smiled, and for the first time in almost two months, he slept with no dreams to disturb him.

    • Storytime, Chapter 3 part 1

      12 years ago

      exniner

      Story time, agian....let me know what you think.

      Chapter Three: Friends

      As Clara left the halls, he realized he really hadn't seen the city in just over a month. Now, upon entering the bright morning sunlight, he had to stop and take it all in. The city of New Belmont was a sprawling metropolis sitting on the eastern coast of the known world. Farthest east were the docks, where at this moment some ships were going out for the days catch, while others were heading north up the coast to the trading towns. Next came the first circle of the Merchant Quarter, which acted as a beltway throughout central New Belmont, so that all markets were readily accessible. It was full of gaudy storefronts and even gaudier taverns where traders and visitors from foreign lands would come lose money on game or girls. There in the merchant quarter you could buy bread, clothing, and an elixir to re-grow hair all within feet of each other. Arms, antiques, tools, and even magic could be bought or sold there.
      Towards the west was the great Keep of Kadev, the first king of New Belmont. The keep had been built up and remodeled extensively over the centuries and was the tallest thing in sight. It glittered in the morning sun because the many windows and gilt it possessed. The keep had long ago been converted into a palace, and the defensive walls were knocked down to afford room for the many wings and gardens. Now, a fifteen-foot wall surrounded the keep, though it was ornate with bas-relief of the many gods and their legends.
      To the southwest was the poor quarter, which actually ran all along the southern part of the city. It was full of hovels and tenements like the one Clara had raided two months prior, though the people were happy and genial for the most part. To the northwest, the barracks of the Royal Army, and the Gilded Quarter. But thought the city was separated as it was, you could always find a tavern, a merchant, a rich man, and a poor man within feet of each other at any given spot. That was New Belmont. It was home.
      The two friends walked down a path that led to the main part of the city, as the Temples were to be found at random intervals on the outside border of New Belmont on the hills. The Temple of Nuada, the Unseen Healer, was surrounded by lush greenery, and was only accessible by several bridges over the Starglass River, whose many tributaries ran throughout the city. Clara looked around as if he had never before seen the sights and was glad he was going home. The two small talked all the way down the hill and into the city proper, catching Clara up on the goings on within the city.
      The city came alive as the men walked, and they headed for a tavern both knew well, The Leaky Riverbed. The two men walked in and seated themselves at a table close to the door, while a serving girl walked up to them. Clara had never seen the girl before, but Freeblade grinned at her while she approached, and her returned grin let Clara know all he needed to know. This one was spoken for.
      "Ah Marie!" Freeblade said," bring us some breakfast and something warm to drink, David here has been away for a while and we must re aquatint him with real food!"
      "Sure thing Ham," the girl replied and hurried through the batwing doors in the corner into the kitchen. Freeblade watched her leave and when she had made her exit he looked at Clara. "This one showed up last month after we hauled Kath off for busting up some of Jacob's finer kegs, along with a few dolts at the bar." He laughed heavily and continued, "you should have seen poor Jacob's face when me and some army runt grabbed her as she lifted what was left of his Crimson '42 to beat on one of the poor saps! He was paler than a damn ghost!" Clara laughed, but had been looking forward to seeing Kath. Her fiery red hair had always been a point of attraction for him.

  • Comments (3585)

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

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      12 years ago

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      12 years ago

      for all those short stories i put up i just upload them on zshare.net so long as its downloaded once every 2 weeks it will just stay up there

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, that is neat! Do you like to write screenplays now?? Ahh, okay, I have to go shower, and begin my long day of movie-watching and article-reading, hee hee! So, I hope you have a great day, and when I get the chance, I need to read your past journals!! Bye bye for now, Mr. exniner, hee hee! =D

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Hee hee hee! Mmm... pet projects?? I have a number of them, but there is one I refuse to begin writing until ALL the details are hammered out. This is a ghost series I am working on - but, they are short films. Mmmm... short stories-wise, I am trying to fix up the conclusion of "A Blind Voyeur," but I have not had a chance to actually work on it much. Also, I am thinking of a game to play on the journals, hee hee... THAT will be fun, ha ha ha!! =D

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, a good life for you, mm. ^_^ Hee hee... I am doing just fine, have some movies I need to watch and many articles to reaed for my final exam tomorrow, but other than that, the day is free and clear, hee hee! =D Well, it is cloudy outside, which is too bad, because I like to read under the trees in the sun, but right now it is a bit chilly, ahh...Ohh well... There is always in-doors, hee hee! =D

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, hee hee! Thank you for enjoying my journal, ahh ha ha... ^_^ Ahh, my writing reminds you of your first girlfriend?? Hee hee... Did you and I date sometime in our former lives? Ahh ha ha... =p How are you doing today, Mr. exniner?? I am doing well, just thinking about coffee now, and some movies I need to watch, ahhh... =)

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      thanks will do

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      let me know when you hit 90% or so

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      please vote for me in the contest if you wouldnt mind and what % are you at now

    • Nero FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold

      12 years ago

      thats never fun, i remember the experience when i tried to start up a few clans ay back when. everytime either the other admins or the members would vanish. The most successful one i had was the last one (It was a roleplay group in Jedi Academy), but we ended up merging with the mother-group ERP (Most of the members of our group were (and are still) members of ERP who were tired of ERP's inactivity and other problems) On a lighter note, the merger actually revived ERP and albeit not as strong as it was 2 years ago when I joined its still going relatively well considering our old forums died and we lost alot of our members.

      Longest. Comment. On My Part. Ever. :P

    • Nero FIRST Member Star(s) Indication of membership status - One star is a FIRST member, two stars is Double Gold

      12 years ago

      Hey Ex, i was just wonderin what the deal is w/ High Charity?

    • DTHANDALL

      12 years ago

      thnx for trying

    • DTHANDALL

      12 years ago

      the messages didn't work

    • DTHANDALL

      12 years ago

      yeah i did

    • seniorsr

      12 years ago

      well if you wanna make one you go to tektek.org and click on avatar dream creater or something.

    • cellbuu2001

      12 years ago

      *sigh* No, the Devil said he he had two left feet and walked away. But I swear he started dancing with that hot girl across the street.

    • DTHANDALL

      12 years ago

      when i do it

    • DTHANDALL

      12 years ago

      my screen only goes white

    • DTHANDALL

      12 years ago

      thnx

    • DTHANDALL

      12 years ago

      how do i put pics on my home page

    • ilikeme101

      12 years ago

      So hows my story coming? (srry if i seem impatient)

    • DarthJ3sus

      12 years ago

      yeah, we take what we can get. How're thing with you?

    • isharanger

      12 years ago

      hey, im good, u?

    • DarthJ3sus

      12 years ago

      busy but good. Scanning the threads and journals really late, after rehearsals or performances, so that's why I've been low-profile on RT lately. (not that that's a bad thing for my acting career, however...)

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, hee hee! Cute! Thank you for joining, and Welcome to Team Michiko, KUPO!! You are now at my Beck and Call, uwaahahahaa!! >=D

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    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, hee hee! I am glad! =D You shall remain Mr. exniner to me, then, hee hee! ^_^

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, hee hee... Mmm.... Prefer? I suppose Michiko is just fine, preferable over "Rydia_Wonder," hee hee! Goodniiiight, Mr. exniner! Oh~! What do YOU prefer??

    • sausagebacon

      12 years ago

      well, worst case scenario, at least you'll have a general idea on how to defend yourself, so long as the zombies come from the same area and you don't pass out when crushing one's skull smiley1.gif

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Mm! I will surely let you know, hee hee! I will always leave comments, ahh ha ha! =D Right now, I will sign off, and go make noodle soup, hee... So you have a good day, Mr. exniner, and I will chat more with you later! =D

    • sausagebacon

      12 years ago

      that's why I bought and memorized the Zombie Survival Guide. Every night before I go to bed I evaluate the quickest escape route out of my room

    • sausagebacon

      12 years ago

      don't know why, but I always like zombie stories. I guess deep in my subconsious I know they're real and I need to prepare for an outbreak

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahhh, yes... No. 229, apparently, hee... Do not fret! I just went down the list, and I have been hopping around a bit, soooo..... I suppose the ones I met first, and have chatted with more, ended up being the ones that seemed to come earlier - with exceptions - because I got their comments around the time I had been making the list at first, ahh ha ha... =p But worry not! You WILL get yours, uwaaahahahhaaa!! >=D

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, thank you for the picture comment, hee hee! =D

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      AH~! I DO watch you, actually, hee hee! I have yet to read your journal, but I will in a moment, hee! ^_^

    • stoneblade

      12 years ago

      +10 for helping so much

    • Caboose_Love

      12 years ago

      hey.. i get to sing it once in 8th! wonder if i'll use it again.. ha, that's awsome!

      and cuse it's been so long sence you've gotten one *random hug*

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, hee hee! Goodniiiight! ^_^

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, ha ha ha... What makes you say that?? =)

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, yes! I was hoping you would be online so I could comment, hee hee. I really enjoyed reading them! Something I love very much, as some may know, are dreams, hee hee... I really like how you express the dream through the staggered structure of your poems, mm. Hee hee. ^_^ Mmm... have you read "Ten Nights of Dream" by SOSEKI Natsume? You may enjoy it, hee hee... Thank you for letting me read your poetry! =D

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, hee hee hee! *blush!* That would be.... flattering... ahh ha ha.... =]

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      AH~! Yes, please, hee hee! I would love to read some of your poems, especially any love ones, hee hee hee....... ^_^

    • rydia_wonder

      12 years ago

      Ahh, hee hee.... You have been developing a poetic style?? That is very neat! =D I like to develop new dramatic structures for films, but that is it, ahh ha ha... Mmm... I have written the limerick style, prose, and haiku. Haiku is my favorite. It is such a simple structure, yet it has the ability for powerful meaning. The simple things are emphasized in haiku, ne. =)

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