Raiha

[quote name='Nerdsy'][color=deeppink]Typical Gestapo intimidation tactics. Your threats don't scare me, [I]comrade.[/I][/color][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]This is another one of those times where the proposed legislation for more protection against the strong-arm games played by the establishment will be stuck down. Our only recourse is to roll over and play dead. Besides that, Gavin can't act independently without my permission unless he's gone on holiday. We have an agreement. Once a month he can be naughty, but he he has to report to me.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I achieve my adrenaline rush and high in the same manner as anyone with slightly masochistic tendencies. No, not that. I hike, sometimes on a trail, and sometimes cross country. At night I take a headlamp, a windbreaker, trail mix, and as much water as will fit in my hip pack with the First Aid kit and the car keys. Usually I try for 8 miles of medium to strenuous difficulty. Enough to be pouring sweat by the time I hit the final push up to the summit and enough to be freezing in my own skin by the time I'm at the peak. Then it's only a matter of time until I'm tripping my way back down the rocky cliffs in the dark with only a headlamp for company. Sometimes I scare up snakes and bats and other animals in the dark whenever it's a moonlight or starlight hike. Slight rush when a bat flies past you two inches from your shoulder. But a better rush when you feel the energy inside from working so hard. The mantra: If your knees aren't in agony the next day like your thighs, your buttcheeks, and your calves, then you didn't push yourself enough.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I suppose this wouldn't be a bad time to mention as a little background for the uninitiated that Linnett is the impossible kind of vampire you don't read about in books too often. She was born from the coupling of an ancient and ridiculously powerful vampire and his mate; as such she has no humanity within her. Linnett came into the world by killing her mother and will most likely leave whenever she's good and ready. She feeds on her own kind, humans, animals, anything that's close enough when she's hungry. At least that's how she was before the events that took place at Sellafield. Now she's somewhat calmer, easier to talk to, to approach, but still capable of unleashing a furious insanity at the slightest provocation. Polite to a fault with people she sees as her betters including her brothers, Linnett's encasing within the ice was perhaps the kindest thing they ever did for her. Assuming euthanasia was even considered when it became apparent that she could never be completely assimilated into vampire society, Linnett is most likely incapable of ever having a hope of controlling herself once she's wounded or driven to it. Tragic I suppose, but on the other hand, she can be an exceedingly loyal pet and is often quite predictable. Give her enough space and a proper amount of what she deems as 'respect' and you will most likely go about your night without any unplanned injuries. I look forward to your reactions to her continuing story.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]The Beast howled at the gates of Otaku City, and raged, furious, incapable of getting through the iron and concrete and madness. His massive jaws snapped fruitlessly, drooling ineffective acid down the sides of the walls. The members of the city, those fearful for their lives and sanity were crowded behind their walls. The brave or foolish were cloistered in front of the main Square, armed with both the mystic and the mundane. Gavin was leaning against a stone pillar with his rifle against his shoulder. Raiha had drawn a massive Solomon?s Circle* with Revelation?s help, and now Arcadia and Petie were chipping away at the ground beneath it, following her intricate lines and spirals. The names of the Holy Ones were perfectly represented, capable of containing the hideous evil the foolish had wrecked upon the city. James stood quietly underneath his pavilion with his men in attendance, Charles on his left and Desbreko on his right, both looking none the worse for wear. Gavin and Raiha had both undergone a certain amount of cleansing at the hands of Shy and Desbreko, while Charles was immediately absolved, given his sacrificing of his left arm to seal the Beast; if only temporarily. The others, newer members who had taken refuge were also close by, having proved themselves in the defense of the City, some giving up their sanity. The circle nearly complete, Raiha stood, gathering up her white robes and pulled Revelation closer to her side as they presented themselves to James. He nodded gravely.[/i] ?It has been almost two years since the Seal was broken on the Beast?s circle far outside the city. And you have all been cleansed in that time, the city renewed and fortified. You and your companion have done well preparing for the end.? ?Yes sir. We have been working on this for months. With help of course.? [i]Petie and Arcadia stood sheepishly, dragging their feet across the ground, both covered in rock dust and dye alike. The others turned to watch, with varying levels of concern and amusement.[/i] ?And the sacrifices will finish it?? ?The others have prepared a rather straightforward method to drive him directly to this spot. And the scent of blood should be as potent a lure as we could ever ask for. The ceremony will be a success.? [i]As if the signal had been spoken aloud, Ezekiel and Nerdsy appeared, dragging behind them two struggling goats, their bleats bouncing off of the stone and concrete all around them pitifully. Every citizen in attendance watched impassively as the two goats were led up the stone steps and to opposing sides of the circle. James and the others stepped aside, taking up defensive positions behind the parapets that had been erected where soap boxes had once stood. The gates creaked again, even though they were only half a mile away, everyone shuddered almost instinctively. But not Raiha. And not James. Some had yet to see the Beast in his true form. And some had only heard the bedtime stories. But everyone could hear him if not see him. The torches that burned in a circle overhead were extinguished as the full moon rose to its zenith. The gates were jerked open on either side by the volunteers safe behind stone and iron and steel. And the Beast rushed through, harried on either side by the mounted militia, the sounds of horses screaming in terror filling the ears of those who laid in wait. Magic flared up around the city?s residential districts, wards carved painstakingly over the long months of fear. The Beast screamed and scrabbled at the hard packed dirt leading up to the Square and his demise. Goaded by the scents of the innocents all around, but drawn by the sight of Raiha and Revelation standing together, knives made of stone in their hands, dripping goat?s blood into the circle just to the sides of their feet. The two women spoke in perfect unison, their voices a sharp contrast to the incoherent sounds of the monster.[/i] ?Come forth, He From Beneath.? [i]Goat carcasses lay tossed aside after their draining, and the Beast threw himself forward at the fresh blood that had filled the circle?s many letters and symbols. Steam rose from them as he put his head closer to the words.[/i] ?Come down to us, Light from Above.? [i]Immediately the magic waiting just above him snapped into place and there was the sound of a flute piercing through the howls and snarling of the Beast. White light coursed down in roiling waves of holy fire, as each name etched into the stone glowed brightly as impure claws dug into them. The Beast?s flesh seared from his bones, and the thing made of darkness and air struggled repeatedly, more and more feeble now, as the light continued to burn him, the music louder now, then softer, then louder again. One more piercing shriek, and then silence. The circle was gone as was the Beast?s physical form, only a melted smooth ripple of stone remained. Gone were all traces of the ceremony, save the knives still clutched in Raiha and Revelation?s hands. James and Charles exchanged glances, then looked back at Raiha. She bowed once, then turned back to the place where the Beast had been only moments before. As if moving to an unspoken command, Raiha and Revelation both raised their weapons high and then brought them down, slitting their own throats in a quick burst of movement. The women fell lifeless, their blood curling around the melted stone, conforming to the contours that remained. Their souls rose up above the physical plane, and finding the last traces of the Beast?s own mangled spirit, gathered them up as if they were gathering flowers from a garden and flew higher. Higher into the light of the moon. [/i][/FONT][/COLOR] *[url= http://www.esotericarchives.com/gifs/g73.gif]Solomon?s Circle[/url]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"][i]In the deep sleep she waited patiently as any good girl would. Cold and ice companions were her very own friends, with numb solitude that told her nothing. Her brother had put her there for her own safety and she remembered his hands lying warmly on her own as the ice rolled slowly down her cheeks.[/i] "This is the safest way for you to go. Soon things will kill everyone that doesn't sleep as you will. Rest now." [i]And without another word he was gone. He didn't tell her he loved her. His little sister knew he did; instinctively, as she'd lived most of her life. Not that she was very young, but she had always been irrational enough to be very frightened of things like her brother dying. Things like the the world pouring itself out in one angry sound. She couldn't see herself in a world without blood and rain. Perhaps when she woke from her dreaming and sleeping and waiting there would be blood. Running in rivulets down the melting ice as the seasons changed, streaking the gray and white with red. None of that though for her. Instead she saw dream lights flickering in green and blue, prancing around her now and again, and then whisking away like the insubstantial things without form that they were. She sobbed once in her thoughts, and then went back. Further back. Once her younger half brother had come to see her in her dreaming. She heard him speaking and incorporated his words into her dream automatically.[/i] "I knew this was a mistake. I knew coming to see you was a mistake." [i]The dream changed again and she saw him laughing as he went away, concealing his own sadness as his sister's empty prison remained the same. Her eyes weren't closed. Wide open and staring all unseeing in the same glazed yellow glow. Her hair clouded around her shoulders in a shadow of silver and black just as it had been when she'd walked under the stars. And the ribbons twined around thin braids still as bright as they'd been when she'd tied them on the morning she'd woken from her Blood dream. Where would she go and what would she do? Nothing to be done yet. Instead she laughed quietly to herself in the dream and haze. Quiet once more without her laughter, her younger brother watches her again from a safer distance. Too far for her dreams to sense and pull in together, but close enough for him to watch her unblinking eyes. The world was pulling itself apart and he wanted to see how his sister dreamed of it. Perhaps she wouldn't. The great movements of nations far above her didn't matter much. Put into perspective, she could live even without the blood of others. But her brother didn't want to live that way himself, and he didn't want the others that slept to find her when they awoke first. True minds could easily overcome hers. And at the same time she was so unlike them; perhaps it would never happen the way he feared. Perhaps she would merely continue to dream for an eternity and when the others awoke, they would leave her to that. After all, more than a few hundred had retreated down to the bottom of the earth to dream their way through the centuries of endless war. Linnett was the youngest vampire who had ever been put to rest in the great Antarctic and as such, her brothers could not see all ends. No young vampire had ever wanted to be put to the rest. It was entirely possible that she would emerge changed. Her dreams of the world above might even alter her mind. They could form something for her to wrap her incoherent and often scattered thoughts around. The longer she dreamed, perhaps the better things would become. Maybe if Linnett dreamed her way into the unforeseeable future she would awaken with a more stable mind. Capable of holding her own against the myriad of ancient vampires that would be sure to rise around her. But perhaps the dreams would push her further into the great darkness that she'd made an unsteady truce with. Her brother pulled himself away from the place where his sister dreamed and went home to the emptiness of his former home. His sister's eyes stared upwards continually into the dark ice that curved across her comatose form. Her half smile lay across her blue lips, with her fangs pressing against them. And the dreams went on.[/i][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Is an omission of truth still a lie? I have nothing to report. I might have gotten horrifyingly drunk one night, but we were in a privately owned warehouse so it was difficult to escape to go forth and do foolish things. Age: 22. I might've gotten high once, but I was flat on my back listening to Pink Floyd and watching the blue lights of my friend's computer dance on the wall. Age: 22. Note: I waited until college to do all of the moderately stupid things that so many others decide to do while young. And that's when the things become blindingly stupid instead of just slightly risky. The stupid things depend on whether you have good company or not. [/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Rachmaninoff']And we have confirmation that Gavin is indeed the mastermind behind the whole silly thing, the gangs are merely a front to hide his true activities. [/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]But remember, behind every criminal mastermind genius is his wife, rolling her eyes. Because we all know that while he sees his minio- I mean you people on occasion. He has to come home every night to me. [b]ME.[/b][/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Ikillion'][COLOR=#6d527f][SIZE="1"][FONT="Trebuchet MS"] I'll take a chai tea from them and be on my way.[/FONT][/SIZE][/COLOR][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Oh gawd I can't resist! Chai tea is a redundancy. You're literally saying 'tea tea.'[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Unsweetened green tea from Starbucks is very good, but I understand it's commonly sweetened for the feeble American palate. The teas I listed past my original opening line are Chinese and Japanese, commonly found in any restaurant of that persuasion. You can find them usually in the international section of most food stores. Or just an international food store. Orange Pekoe and Ceylon teas are found EVERYWHERE. And iced tea dispensed from most fast food joints are sweetened to the point of coma inducing for the diabetic. Then again, my palate is convinced that all tea should be savory and unsweetened. My mother is currently favoring a browned rice tea that tastes just like browned rice. It has a slightly burned flavor that she tries to mix with the regular sun tea. This usually causes some mother/daughter tensions...[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]The kind of tea you found icky and smelly may have very well been just badly brewed, but saying "I hate tea because it's smelly" is like saying "I hate people because they're smelly." Not all tea is smelly. For example: Chrysanthemum tea. As sweet and delicate as our very own Indi and with a beautiful pattern of flowers floating in the bottom of your drink. Jasmine tea, in the same vein, with a slightly stronger flavor. Contrast that with Ooloong tea. Literally the Black Dragon tea. Full of caffeine and strong enough to bring back the dead if properly brewed. A full strong and slightly bitter flavor. Then there's ceylon tea, the most common variety seen in Lipton teas. It's not so bad if you like it brewed in the sun. Or hot with milk and sugar like the English do. But I am Chinese. And putting milk in your tea is like kissing your sister. There are some things you just [i]don't[/i] do.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Will reducing the amounts of butter sold in stores cut down on the number of fat people too?[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='AlphaMale']Ha, well its been a while. As some my want to believe that parents love their kids no matter what, I'm evidence that its false. Yeah, my mother still loves me, but when it comes down to it, anything is possible. Especially in the world we live in. There can be families where neither parent loves the child. Well, also in Christianity, when you're baptized in water you're suppose to be a new person, in which you love everyone with that "agape" love. (Before this goes any further, I'd like to say that I'm not a prime example.)[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I didn't say that all parents love their children all the time. Or always. I said that the kind of love a parent has for his or her child when there's love to be had in the pure and honest sense, it would be storge or agape. So if your mother loves you, you are evidence that storge love isn't real because.....? I'm having trouble following your logic in general for several reasons. So I'll just go with your second point. When you are baptized it's a symbol, a declaration. When you become a Christian even before a baptism you are already a 'new creation' that has been 'born again' and the baptism event is simply a pronouncement of that faith before others of your kind.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='James'][font=franklin gothic medium]Wouldn't it be scary if Gavin was actually the CEO of Wal-Mart and he'd infiltrated the internet? [/font][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I'd say he was doing an amazing job of playing a spineless social sad boy with delusions of grandeur and ridiculous amounts of luck with snaring an intarweb wife. Which would make me the wife of the CEO of Wal-Mart... [size=1]It all makes sense now.[/size][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Oh posh tosh. I only eat the room mates that annoy me. So the one room mate I didn't eat or maim viciously was the one that got drunk and high on a regular basis and was so happy she could fall asleep in a chair or on me or on the floor and wake up smiling. And I didn't eat the gangster room mate. He was too big for me.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Okay, for a minute I thought Aaryanna had [i]whisked[/i] Aceburner..... And while the image of her whaling on you with kitchen utensils is amusing and completely justifiable.... Patience is a virtue. Of. Some. Sort.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]And for further clarification, the biggest gangs in the south right now happen to be the, you guessed it, Southsiders. They control the majority of prisons in California and several other midwestern states as well as oversee the illegal drug trafficking from Mexico. Now contrast that with MS13, a violent bunch of South American immigrants legal and otherwise that make the mafia look like a bunch of civilised gentlemen with odd taste. They spread across the majority of America before being kicked out of Los Angeles and San Bernardino county by the Southsiders. This has been a moment of truth and clarity and ghetto brought to you via information obtained from a college room mate I had recently.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well considering my high school and virtually every public high school in California tried that....and completely failed.... Soon the Administration, in an attempt to curb the four gangs on campus, ended up banning the wearing of Red and Blue in GENERAL which is strange for a school whose colors were Red and Black.... .......but they they just kept finding more and more creative ways to express gangdom. I.E. a way they tied their shoes or wore their belts or surreptitiously given hand signals under desks or behind their backs. SO. In closing: perhaps gang violence could be decreased if the majority of these children who grow up into gang bangers are provided with a positive male influence in their lives that gives them a sense of belonging without having to join such an organization.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='AlphaMale']These loves are actually used in Christianity. Agape being the "God" kind of love. In which its "unconditional" and "everlasting". Love is action in my opinion. Although you can have action without love, you can't have love without action.[/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Did you read the book? These loves are more than merely Christian kinds of love. Parents love their children no matter what religion they are, and that's still storge love. Agape is the love God has for us but at the same time we can have agape love for one another. Agape love is the love of action. The love of giving. According to that old outdated book the Bible [and here I'm being facetious], Jesus was sent to die on the Cross yada yada, but the part where God gives up his son for the sake of humanity is the expression of agape love that will save mankind. Have you ever loved someone from a distance? There you love, because you know you can not have, but you take no action. Because you know you can't. That's love too.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]If this were the Roman Coliseum and I was Caesar, I would give the thumbs down. And then have everyone involved with the plot fed to lions. For 'lo, I was in great distress. [spoiler]ALIENS! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?![/spoiler] And before you get upset about that, at least the mystical beings in all previous movies were based around Earth not [spoiler]Inter-Dimensional traveling beings.[/spoiler] Shiva, Indian God. Ark of Covenant, the Hebrew God. Holy Grail, see: Medieval God. I rate Temple of Doom infinitely higher than this. At least in the Temple of Doom the female characters had sex appeal.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[quote name='Nerdsy'][color=deeppink]I've found that the response to that is usually almost the exact same thing. I'm pretty sure I've seen you use "rose colored glasses" and "naval-gazing" at least a dozen times each in this exact context. : P[/color][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]But if it's naval gazing shouldn't we call it what it is? Although in my case, it might be naval piercing gazing... But seriously folks, it's not that James is wrong at all. And his remarks about seniority are well founded. I remember a variety of moderators just like he does. With varying levels of capability, background, etc etc etc. Of course I also remember Kuja and other such towering pillars of moron. Some properties just aren't worth it.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Well, aside from the beautiful Battle Arena and the Harlequin's moderation of it, I naturally will always miss the Yaoi Forum and the artistic nudes thread because let's face it. Who doesn't like artistic nudes? It's too bad Indi wasn't around for the OB Divorce thread because she probably could've prevented it from dissolving into the firestorm of hate and loathing that was, well, pretty much inevitable. I mean it WAS a thread about Divorce after all.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]I inherited my car, so I can't say. Granted I pay for the gas and my insurance is lower when lumped with my parent's. Having good grades, being female, and never having a moving violation help. But what I can say is that I hope you have good gas mileage and dont' total it on your first day because I can recite a list of stories of that nature and dearie me it won't be a fun recitation. On the other hand it should be relatively illuminating. Read: you are not invincible, and neither is your car. But keep your things in order and it should be all good.[/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Oh look! It's purple! It's short! It's got the power to explode planets! IT'S INDI!!!!!!![/FONT][/COLOR] [IMG]http://urgo.org/dotcomguy/viewers/saturn39-1.jpg[/IMG]

[quote name='8bit'][FONT="Tahoma"][COLOR="DimGray"] Is that the cat from Sailor Moon? If so I don't think that's a video game character, though it does suit Allamorph. [/COLOR][/FONT][/QUOTE] [COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]That'd be the cat from Trigun. Which I think was made into a video game. Once. ......shut up. But the cat from Sailor Moon has a half moon on her forehead and was appropriately named "Luna." Because the creators of Sailor Moon felt no pressing need to be original. [URL="http://www.aspyr.com/files/software/header_image/38/KOTOR_header.jpg"]Oh Gavin honey... Would you go slice the toast for me please?[/URL][/FONT][/COLOR]

[COLOR="DarkOrchid"][FONT="Times New Roman"]Allamorph, you're lookin' natty.[/FONT][/COLOR] [IMG]http://i2.ebayimg.com/03/i/000/dd/e7/ae7a_2.JPG[/IMG]