Raiha

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Outcast [/i] [B][size=1]And as for Domon's comments about the U.N. America has no authority to enter other countries and tell them how to do things, that's why we have the U.N peace keepers.[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]Maybe you're all BRAIN DEAD, but it might be the time to point out that Saddam's sons were the perpetrators of many of Saddam's ideas. They were the ones who, by their own free will, gassed, gunned down, and destroyed thousands of Kurdish lives. In the name of Allah. For ethnic cleansing. They raped women, pillaged villages for no good reason, and murdered countless defenseless Kurdish children. Is that right? Is it not against the laws of the U.N.? Didn't they know? Why didn't they do anything? This isn't something the U.S. made up to amuse the public, it really happened. The proof is there, but we're so good at closing our eyes, we do it without noticing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She sighed and passed a swift hand over his eyes. Instantly, he fell into a dark and dreamless sleep, with no memories of the past twenty four hours. Vondeux snapped her fingers. The guards came and quietly took him to his room. She shook her head and massaged her temples. Kynjaka came up behind her, resting his hands on her soulders. She looked down, a half smile on her face. Then back up to him from over her shoulder.[/i] Vondeux: He's young. Kynjaka: And shrimpy. Vondeux: ...incase you didn't notice, he's a white elf. They're not trained for Anything but servitude. Kynjaka: I assume that's all he's good for. Vondeux: He's good at being nice. [i]She grinned at him and turned around. He embraced her, picking her up at the same time.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Auron walked below, looking for Sephiroth, when he found the door to Yuffie's sleeping quarters open. He walked in silently, assessed the situation, and swiftly backpedaled for the door. As soon as it closed behind him, Sephiroth opened one eye. He grinned and closed it again, calm and composed. Not that sleeping next to Yuffie was not enjoyable. Just unerving. At least she didn't snore or get seasick in her sleep. "....admit it Yuffie, you love him." "Why would I love him? He's Sephiroth." "At least you've grown quite fond of him. More than usual." "....and if it's true Leviathin? What then?" "I only want you to think about what you're doing. He could hurt you." "I know."[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]When she woke, her lashes parted to see the world moving across her vision. She blinked and sat up. A boat. Oh Da-Chao and Leviathin...no. She put her head between her knees and thought happy thoughts. Sephiroth came over and patted her back. She grimaced and looked up.[/i] Yuffie: ...damnit. I hate boats. Sephiroth: Just don't loose the horizon. [i]Her eyes strained to see beyond the edge of the boat, but she gave up and looked down again.[/i] Yuffie: Please knock me out.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Before she coud blink, he had put his arm around her. She smiled slightly and snuggled against his touch. Contrary to what she had always thought, he was gentle, at least when they weren't fighting or trying to kill eachother. He looked down at her. Dark hair, with a band of green and white through it. She looked up at him, eyes half closing, smiling sweetly. He smiled back, then looked out at the rolling waves. It was so peaceful. She was just resting her head against him, not even trying to be forward. Yet he felt more content than he had in years. Her presence was calming, quite unlike a few hours ago. Yuffie looked up at him once more, a slight tear forming in the corner of her eye. He brushed it away soothingly, and she looked down.[/i] "What is it?" "I was thinking about my father. How he's doing in Wutai." "He's probably fine." "...yes."[/COLOR]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Bandit Joeykuba [/i] [B]Ahem, I'm a girl and I have it. I also know other girls who have it. Thank-you very much. [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]You're welcome. But you'll notice that I said that they are [b]rarely[/b] diagnosed with it. I know one girl for every ten guys that has ADD or ADHD.[/COLOR]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Puppetmaster [/i] [B]My meds make me have a violent streak [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]You're not quite grasping the concept here.... I do not have ADHD, but I also think that it's a stupid thing made up by female teachers that can't deal with active boys in their classes. Notice how girls are rarely diagnosed with it. It's an excuse for incompetent instructors. Personally. But I do believe that skitzos and MP people and such do exist and have actual problems. I have synesthesia, a secondary sense of color and sound. Hard to explain....but yes. It's not really a disorder, just kind of different. My boyfriend definetly has ADHD, but he's okay now.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]His name was Bernen. A Mercenary, hired to find her and bring her to the Ramza territory. If he could not find her, he would die. And if he did find her, and she resisted, he would kill her. Were they really that hard pressed for entertainment? She smiled to herself and adjusted her clothes. Her scarf was back where it belonged, around her back and elbows. He escorted her quietly and courteously.....obviously practicing the rules of chivalry for the time being. Vastus let him take her arm, feeling the gallantry at its finest. As they travelled, more than one odd look was thrown their way. Years of performing had tempered her features to remain calm.[/i] Beren: How long have you been a dancer? Vastus: Since I could lift the scarf. Beren: ...family buisness? Vastus: Family sold me into the buisness. Beren: Oh. [i]The continued. Several days later, they were closer to their destination, and Vastus was feeling slightly attatched to her travelling companion. Not healthy in the least. She pushed her feelings aside and kept moving.[/i][/COLOR]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Emme888 [/i] [B]The honor of the samurai are so loyal and awesome. It is better to die fighting, then live as a coward. That's how I see it, I'd want to be a samurai, for they have a code, a honor.....there's something cool in that.:p [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]It's called Bushido thank you. I studied the Rape of Nanking and the philosophy behind the Japanese behavior. Not only was it terribly destructive, it was also incredibly cruel. But hey, it worked in feudal Japan. For a time anyways.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She could feel it ending. Her frail sanity, escaping with every cc of blood she could see, and smell. It was torture. Her eyes flickered between purple and red, he looked up. Grinned slightly. He stroked her hair and felt the tips of her eyelashes, then brought his lips to her stomach and tasted. She felt like she was being crushed. Held down by a cruel and thoughtless enemy. She loved it. There was little hope of escape, her mind was so unfocused, she couldn't call up a summon to save her....even if she wanted to...much less a casual regeneration spell. He saw her struggling for control, and smiled. There was very little need to hold her down now, not when she couldn't keep a grip on herself.[/i][/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]Technically, the samurai have more strenght, but the ninja have more stealth. So, going with the best of both worlds...I say....women. Just kidding. I seriously don't know who I prefer better. I've always been attracted to ninjas....hence my unhealthy infatuation with Yuffie.[/color]

[color=royalblue]I LOVE THEM ALL! My personal favorite being "So Long and Thanks For All The Fish." It's very cute. Btw, you should remember this number. 42.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]She felt light headed, knew she was loosing too much blood. Her hands moved down automatically to cover her wound. Muttering a spell to raise the flesh from death into life. He waited, then saw the flash of purple and white, then the tingling sensation of flowing manna. He smiled. It could always happen again. She put her hands on his shoulders, tightening her grip as if she was massaging his body. He smiled and held her wrists, other two hands on her shoulders, fingering the new cuts. He licked her throat, tongue teasing the flicking pulse. She shuddered, then looked up at her ceiling. Still bloodstained after all these years....from sexual and fatal attractions. The sensation, or rather the smell, of blood snaspped her back to reality and she realised what he was doing. Tracing every line on her body with cruelly sharp nails. She blinked, then gasped for air. Teeth biting down on her body, testing her limits with pain. Only she didn't feel that, only a blinding surge of light. Ecstasy, to move now would ruin it. He knew she had passed from ordinary to insane. He rubbed her chest, bringing his face back up to her, kissing her. Filling her with her taste.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]No, my mind is gone. I have lost my free will. Somewhere...at the Farmer's Market.... ~~~~~~~~ [i]He closed his eyes, feeling her fangs graze against his throat, blood dripping from her stomach to his own, mingling with her earlier gifts to him. He sighed, then felt the breath leave him. A wound on his neck, several more on his shoulders, and inexplicable pleasure flooding through his body. She smiled and dug her fangs in deeper, nearly piercing a vital artery, but bypassing it for the smaller, less important, veins. She slit one open with her canines, and slid her tongue down across the severed canal. He tasted like wine, red wine, the type she never used except for ceremonies. Smiled, face turning darker. He looked as she brought her head up to him, teeth dripping fresh blood. She removed the chain slowly and he touched her mouth with his palm. She kissed it, smearing the blood liberally. He wiped it down her front, and she purred low in her throat. "Mmmm, hope you don't mind the severed veins...." "Hardly."[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]As they walked, she turned and jumped, throwing herself into several cartwheels in a row. He watched her move....gracefully, more like a hunting cat than just an average hyper girl. She turned and went into a series of long slow backflips, legs stretching out completely. Then she landed, facing him, and smiled.[/i] Sephiroth: You always train like this? Yuffie: Why not? It's fun. I like to keep moving. No time to be sad. Sephiroth: .....you don't feel it? Yuffie: I don't like being depressed. It only slows you down. Long range goals keep you from being frustrated by short term faliures. [i]He shook his head. Her words were true enough. Spoken as if from someone years older. She shrugged in the non-caring adittude that had made her such a good theif, and danced away. She swirled into several blurring chaines turns, keeping herself in perfect balance, then paused and fell into the splits...still ahead of the group. Then she resumed walking again, as if nothing had happened. He smiled. Childish at times, but perfectly capable of being mature and serious.[/i][/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Her mouth opened slightly and her sigh was definetly audible....and something he relished. But her next reaction, was rather unexpected. She harnessed her drow savagery and snatched him down to her level, then rolled on top of him. With a flick of her fingers, she snapped four of the unbreakable chains onto his wrists, summoning one more to rest none too gently on his throat. He tried struggling, only to find that they gave him more than just a little buzz when he tried moving. Vondeux grinned, eyes snapping playfully. Then sat down on his lower torso...and gave him similar red marks. Her wings folded over his losely, individual feathers brushing against his pinions.[/i] Kynjaka: Like to play dirty? Vondeux: Is it my fault I'm a Level 4 [highest level, duh!] Sorceresss? Kynjaka: ...yeah.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Look for my old thread here: Surgery nightmares. It's easy enough to find....and tragic really.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]When I woke up from my sugery a few months ago, I felt like I had died. My body felt like it was on fire, and when they took out the IV, I thought they had ripped my hand off, but worse still was the nasuea that came from trying to move anything. The emotions came when they tried to remove the bandages for the first time. And I started bleeding heavily....and cried because it looked so awful. Worse when they ripped out the staples. I nearly fainted.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue]Stroking your hair, Head on my lap, Looking into my setting sun, Remembering yesteryear. Knowing your heart, Beating on my mind, Pressing into my dying soul, Remembering death. Rejuvinating your mind, Hands on my face, Wishing into my new fate, Remembering tomorrow.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Yuffie watched him go, but went inside to the main sanctuary. The monks indicated the altars and smouldering fire tablets. She drew two sticks of insence from her sleeve and placed them in the cups of soil, then she lit both and bowed low....knees pressed to the ground, forehead resting on them. One for her mother, one for Aeris. She sighed. Then rose to her feet. Whenever she was in a temple, that feeling of presence came back to her. Like when she summoned Leviathin for the first time, or went to Da-Chao and stood on the very top. So very close, yet intangible. It always made her serious. Serious to the point where being a professional tormenter of Sephiroth was put on hold. She walked out to the side hall where she could hear the swish of his blade. Pale hands slid into her side sheaths, slim pads fingered the edge of razor sharp shurikens, smiling slightly. He didn't see her. She silently kissed her shadow self. Then she stepped into the light. He turned, sword raised. And stifled a sigh of resentment. She didn't respond with the usual bounding cheerfulness, instead magicked her shuriken to rise into it's full spiritual form....with the aid of her Contain materia. Then she slid down into her stance and waited.[/i] Sephiroth: You'll die. Yuffie: I have a final attack lined up.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I somehow doubt Satan has learend ANYTHING about humility in the past millenia. If anything, he's more cocky than you. Congratulations on migrating this far.[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Outcast [/i] [B][size=1] Mustafa may be the spawn of a Fanatic but I believe that he had every right to be as free as any other child of Iraq and I dare anyone to question that right. It's no wonder that America was taken off of the U.N Human Rights Council.(Thank you Michael Moore)[/size] [/B][/QUOTE] [COLOR=royalblue]What's to say he wasn't also steeped in the thoughts and plans of his family? If they had all died and he had grown up, would he continue the family tradition of chaos and terror? Cliche I know, but we have no way of knowing which side he was really on. I don't condone the slaughter of any man, much less a child, but if he lived, would he do just as much harm? We have no way of knowing.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=royalblue]Vondeux: If you're expecting me to scream for mercy.... Kynjaka: It would be nice. Vondeux: Dream on. [i]She hissed at him, her fangs glittering white in response. He gripped her firmly by the throat with one hand, another tracing a line from her chest to her navel, and a third pulling her hair away from her face. She gripped his hand desperatly, lips turning pale. He grinned as she struggled, enjoying her discomfort. Except he wasn't quite sure if it was discomfort, she was writhing with what could be considered pleasure. She dug her nails in sharply, drawing more than just a slight amount of blood. He released her and she gasped for air, eyes wide open. He laughed and lowered himself down on top of her. She slid her legs upwards to dig into his back. Vondeux grinned at him, then raked her claws up his throat, leaving several red marks.[/i] Vondeux: ....don't worry about hurting me. .....if you ever do.[/COLOR]

[color=royalblue]I suppose now should be the time to mention that this is NOT the first time the U.S. has shown things so explicit. If they could even be called explicit. During the Vietnam War, there was footage of people being blown away, not like in the movies....but for real. Dan Rather, who was young and handsome back then, was out there filming and reporting. The U.S. saw everything the soldiers went through. People having emergency surgeries involving de-limbing, getting sewn up, getting shot through the head, being injected with morphine..... Anything terrible happened, it was broadcasted. So everyone who says that this is too gross, should go study a little history. And everyone who claims that this is the first time the world has seen a war like this, should clean the mud out of their eyes and go look into the CBS archives. They'll find everything in there.[/color]

[COLOR=royalblue][i]Vastus knew she was being watched, even though she was only traveling south....by herself...wearing the attire of a dancer. Maybe it was time to buy a cloak. The stares were starting to get annoying. A band of little girls charged past her. Nearly knocking her into a fruit vendor's stand. She took the oppertunity to skirt a corner, through an alley, and into the nearest dark pub type establishment. Once inside, she took a seat in the darkest corner, watching the traffic to and from the door. She pulled her scarf off and folded it around her left wrist. Someone walked in, a tall soldier with a girl hanging on his arm. She rolled her eyes and looked down at the worn table top. The waitress came by and took her order. The funny look after she ordered white wine was less than reassuring. She sighed and waved her hand off, muttering something about a pint of beer. A few minutes later, she drank it slowly, eyes traveling around the room. Could she have missed it? No. Not yet. He walked in. Tall as well, foreboding. She sat down in her chair, but he walked right over. She tightened her grip on the beaded dancing scarf. He sat down, ordered a beer, then watched her. He rested his hands on the table.[/i] "You wern't that hard to follow...you know." "Maybe I wanted you to follow me." "Vastus." "......" "I have a job for you." "I'm not interested." "It's far south.....in Ramza." "They actually need entertainment?" "Everyone does these days." "......what's the payment?" "You'll see. I know you were going there anyways. I also know who you killed." [i]She showed no emotion, but upon closer inspection, the veins in her hands were starting to stand out. She contemplated bowling the table over and trampling his face, but resisted the urge. A chance to get paid for going south wouldn't be as bad as she had feared.[/i][/COLOR]