Farto the Magic

[COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris heard Rannos' remark and kept walking. Then he heard the comment about them being in the light, stopped, and pivoted on one foot. He walked back and stopped. They had to think of a way to find out. Maybe they should go the suspects' homes tonight and wait it out. He tossed that idea to the group. "Or, maybe we should go to the graveyard like normal and catch one of them. I'm probably strong enough to hold one of them down." He thought for a second. "No...wait...I've got other plans. I won't be there. I gotta walk...my...aunt..." He looked around nervously and began to walk home. [I]Too close. They mustn't know. I should try to go to a remote lake. Bring my bag with extra clothes, some money, and good excuse for a ride home. No one will go to a remote lake at this time of the year. Only people who deserve to get mauled.[/I][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]The group met after school. Fenris, sporting a black eye, spoke up. "I think we should split up and spy on them. If one of them is a vampire, they won't need to sleep. Ooh! There goes one now!" It was John Schelling. He walked alone, empty handed. "I'm going to follow him. Anyone want to come along?" Jaycee Verbeeg walked slowly in the other direction. Fenris didn't wait to see if anyone else was coming along. He walked slowly behind John, head down. He felt a tingling around his right eye, thanks to the new slayer. It was kinda funny that a girl could cause him to get a black eye. She was good. Kinda hot, even. It was a delusion, though. He would never with someone like that, though. Even if he did, he would probably rip her to shreds and gnaw on her bones. That's the reason he never had a pet. Poor Muffins...[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Name: Scrul Age: 28? (How fast do they age?) Gender: Male Race: Skaven Appearance: He stands at 5'4" when fully erect, though he's usually hunched over. His fur is black, the mark of a true killer, and his sharp teeth are stained a nasty shade of yellow. He wears crimson robes and hides his tail under them, also covering his face. He wears brown rags around his feet in a pitiful attempt to hide them and keeps his sleeves over his hands. Starting Quarter: South-West Mordheim War band: Clan Moulder Biography: He was at one time, a breeder of fierce war beasts. During a series of skirmishes and raids, made mostly by the dwarven miners of Karak Kadraz, they lost a good share of their warpstone. Seeing as how they use warpstone for nearly everything (jezzails and globadiers use a lot), the Lords of the clan began to look for other locations of warpstone. Their beady eyes finally settled on Mordheim, the land of rich merchants and powerful evil. They finally sent Scrul out to do see if the rich merchants have as much as they think. Weaponry: A sword,and a sphere of warpstone gas wrapped in a wool blanket. (For the record, he has no gas mask thing.)[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]OOC: AnonymousSource, is it ok if I make your charecter do this? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Robert called them all into a line and paced back and forth in front of them. "The game, ladies and worms, is dodgeball. Hit them, but keep yourself alive. If you get hit, you're gone. There are no rules as of where to hit someone, but they should be able to walk out of here, so no hitting their legs!" The class was divided into two teams and tossed some dodgeballs. Fenris stood toward the front of his team. He had a ball drwn back and was ready to catapult it. The teacher blew the whistle and the first ball was thrown. It smacked Phillip, the foreign exchange student, in the chest and he fell to the floor, gasping. He crawled off the battlefield and the teacher said, "Walk it off. Now!" Fenris let the ball fly. It connected with one of the football players' crotch, sending him to the ground, his face turning red as he tried to hold back tears. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- OOC: You should say what team you're on. It might seem slightly corny if we're all on the same team, though.[/COLOR]

Kelko stared at the towering beast as it approached. The rodian saw Jayne running up to help, but the rancor would probably kill him by then. Kelko ran into one of the small buildings and the rancor's hand followed. It reached in and felt the inside of the building. Kelko shot it in one of the fingers and it slammed it's hand into the far side of the wall and roared in it's fury. -------------------------------------------------------- Outside one of the major buildings, a large door opened. Three dark jedi ran by the door and were jumped by a horde of zombies, of all species and stages of decomposition. The dark jedi were ripped to shreds and the two more ran out to meet the undead swarm. One of the sith decapitated a zombie, sending it to the ground, and the other one cut off a zombie's hand and stabbed his lightsaber through it. The impaled zombie grabbed the dark jedi and the others swarmed it, tearing it to pieces and gorging on the corpse. The five remaining dark jedi tried to run the other way, but the zombies ambushed them, surrounded them, and slowly stepped closer. ----------------------------------------------------- Jaburie stared from the window and summoned two guards and the jedi that fed the boy to the nexu. "Why are the zombies trying to destroy my own army, Harun?" The other sith said, "I believe they are going for heat and there is more heat in the lightsabers." Jaburie smiled. Though it was a waste, he would enjoy watching this. It was entertaining to see if their training had paid off. One of the sith shot a bolt of blue lightning out his hand and made one zombie freeze momentarily. He only hoped that all the bloodshed would not awaken the Beast of Korriban...

[COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris got up and began to walk in circles. "Vampires probably think that normal humans are weak, so one of you could go to a private area of school. You know, one that people don't go to. Then, the dude will attack you, you can pin it down and interrogate it. That might help. Ooh! Or, we can have someone try and find a rat to pay off for info. For a rat, you would need to check a list of new students and I don't have one. If you find a bunch, look in the geekier things, like chess club, or band. Or even drama. Wait. What self-respecting vamp is going to be in drama?" He left briefly and got a coffee. It smelled extra strong and tasted like mud. He came back and leaned on one of the tables. "We could just split off and try to find some info. I know that we can hold our ground against one, but we can use walkie-talkies to call for back-up. I'm on a roll." He chugged the coffee and a small dribble rolled down his neck. He wiped it off with the sleave of his denim jacket. "Or, we can try to find some other loser vamp and interrogate him, first. We should probably do that. They would know if new vamps arrived. I mean, they have, like, some weird society. They would know."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris sat in a chair, leaning back wiyth his feet on the table. "I like this place. What do about the killings at school, or do we just let the cops handle it? They ain't gotten any credit for a while. Besides, it might boost their morale." He grabbed a half-gone drink from a table that hadn't been cleaned yet. "Besides, it might be a..." He stopped mid-sentence and gave a lurch. "Bad drink, gotta go..." He got out of his seat and started to move to the bathroom. He walked in, sat in a stall, and looked at the date on his watch. [I]The full moon is gone in a week. Four more days of these constant dizzy spells and visions?! This sucks! Maybe I gotta get it out of my system.[/I] He suddenly got a glazed look in his eyes and saw the wolf in his mind. It was larger. He saw himself, too. A man with chainmail and a whip, trying to restrain the massive wolf. The wolf was at least five times larger than the man. Not good! It will happen sooner than the full moon. [I]The wolf will win this time. I'll turn in a day or two, probably.[/I] Fenris got up and rejoined the group, this time ordering headache medicine. "I think that drink was old. Or alcoholic."[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]Fenris clapped his hands slowly. "Isn't this a touching moment. Everyone feel the love. Woohoo, a new slayer and the same old unruly horde of demonic monsters. I bet everyone feels freakin special and extra happy. I don't mean to burst no bubbles, but," he motioned to Robert, "this could be any one of us in the next couple a days. Now, let's stop with the greatings and make with the stabbins." On the last few words, he made a stabbing motion. He turned around and began to walk away. He gave a chuckle and said, "The swarms are restless and they get bigger every day. I've seen them. That one, new slayer ain't gonna change the world. Around here, vampires kill people like hunters kill ducks. I wouldn't be surprised if they had a bag limit." He motioned to the graveyard. "All of this is filled with dead bodies. There were just over ten deaths this month. That doesn't seem like a lot, but countless people have turned up missing. I would bet money that at least one of them is a vamp. In conclusion, I'm saying that we gotta think up a plan."[/COLOR]

OOC: I meant that when you fought the vampires, you talked alot. Just a little joke. As for Raven, maybe she gets bonus points for being a slayer. I got bonus points for being a werewolf.

[COLOR=DarkRed]Like BrandedWolf said, there's beer and whiskey. And therapy. Ooh, and rehab for the booze addiction.[/COLOR]

[COLOR=DarkRed]If he has a car, you can slash his tires. Or you can send threataning phonecalls. Or you could just kill him over and over and over in your mind. I t works.[/COLOR]

OOC: What the hell's up with the music? It's cool the first time, but it gets annoying after the fifth or so. ---------------------------------------- Fenris stared around at the others, They were covered with dust. He looked at Robert and said, "Who's gonna break the news? You are." He pointed at Z. "You won't shut up anyway." Fenris gave a snort and heaved the body, face sullen.

Three vamps remained. The number in his group were covered in dust. Fenris and the others charged the vamps. He grabbed one of them, a woman, and tossed her at a rock. She collided with a cruch and then tried to get back up. When she was on her knees, he kicked her in the face and she flew back to the ground. He set a stake on her back and stomped on it, turning her to ash.

Kegome, I know what your dream means. It means that you like this guy and you wish he liked you. Otherwise, you could try psycodynamic theory, but I personally think that it's a load of **** and Freud is a Fraud. I had the stupidest dream. I was playing foosball in an arcade against a policeman. The policeman was wearing a pink shirt. I have the dumbest dreams.

I agree with ChibiHorsewoman. Breathing is nice. Also, on one of my dates, we drove a long way, ate at a restaurant, then went home. There was nothing to talk about. It was a blind date and we were with another couple that I knew and they knew each other. I'm very sorry to say this, but my date was practically ignored. We had nothing to talk about, then ended up saying nothing. Here's an idea. Somebody should come up with a list of ice breakers for dates. That person would be rich. I'd buy some. I hate talking to them about school. That's always something, but everyone hates it when someone brings up stupid stuff like that.

(The thing Luke fought. It's ok. I knew you were a retard.) Kelko stared at the massive beast as it approached the beast. His feet were stuck to the floor by fear. The beast raised it's head up to the heavens and roared, then grabbed Kelko by the leg and the rodian snapped out of it. The rancor sniffed him for a minute and tossed him into a building. Kelko got to his feet and felt the adrenaline flow. His hunt-lust bubbled and his rodian heritage took over. He grabbed his blaster in one hand and his dagger in the other. He watched as the massive beast turned and charged the group. Kelko held his dagger tightly as his brain tried to get him to reason. His heritage overrode his brain. The rodian charged the beast and slashed at the back of it's leg as the dagger sunk in. The beast turned and Kelko knew it wasn't happy. Jaburie walked to the basement of the building. The jedi wouldn't talk. She wouldn't join. She was afraid. But, fear was a clever weapon. The sith picked up an escort. It was only two guards. Expendable. The jedi seemed disgusted at that. It was incentive. Incentive not to fail. Fear was his most powerful tool. As far as casualties went, he was slightly angry. They hadn't gotten one of the people. Pathetic. He was about ready to send out the magic ones. He'd been storing components for months. Jaburie stepped up to one of his lieutenents. He told the officer to take his men around the city, strip the enemy ship, then burn what's left. The officer walked off and Jaburie continued his descent. He walked to a panel of wall and pushed it. It was a hidden door. He closed it behind him and walked down an archaic staircase. He slipped into a room and saw a man chained to a wall. An old prisoner. The man dropped to his knees and bowed. Jaburie looked to a far wall and looked at a control panel. He closed his eyes and one of the buttons was pushed. A door opened and a row of frozen bodies came out, hung on a rack. Jaburie walked to the panel and pushed another button. The bodies fell to the ground in a row and the prisoner crawled into a corner. The old man heard a growl and turned back. He sat right next to a nexu in a cage. Jaburie raised his hands in the air. "So long have you slept, my minions. Rise again! Taste blood! Taste flesh! Kill the enemies!" A red stream of light poured out of Jaburie's eyes and went into each corpse. The corpses immediately got to their feet and Jaburie pushed another button. A tray came out of the same wall. It was covered in weapons. The zombies each grabbed a weapon and moved to the center of the room. Jaburie looked them over. "Each of you were my servants in life. Now, in death you still serve me. I know you hunger. I feel your hunger, your blood-lust. You must wait. First, have him as an appetizer." The zombies turned to the prisoner and trudged closer. Jaburie walked to the cage with the nexu. He put his hand in the cage and the beast rubbed it and began to purr softly. Jaburie looked in the corner at the remains of the child he'd ordered thrown in earlier. The trandoshan gave a smile and left the room as the screams of the old captive were drowned out.

I love dishes. At McDonalds, they got this sprayer thing, where you pull it down and the water shoots out. It's a great way to waste time during the day. Besides, most of the dishes have been soaking for half a day. The only danger is finding a rotten tomato in the clean water. Yuck! People are gross.

I can't stand songs that make no sense or have annoying music to them. Like that "Holliday Inn" song. I just...wanna...rip my friggin ears out. I'LL SHIZZLE YOUR FAZZIZZLE, YOU BAZZILE! I can't stand it when people talk like that! It makes...me...want...to...pazzizzle them in the mazzizzle. Another thing, as soon as girls are skipping down the halls of your school, singing that stupid milkshake song, then it must stop. And those girls must be put down. Whoever sang that song should be shot, hung, then shot again for good measure. It's extreme, but it has to be done.

OOC: I'm not a Star Trek fan. I'm not sure if anyone else here is, too. Enlighten us. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Fenris stood there, awestruck. That sucks! Someone died on his first patrol! That friggin sucks! He got to his feet and tried to stare down a scrawny vamp. The little vamp stood there, snarling, not daring to move. Fenris gave the vamp a jab in the face that left it stunned and picked it up off the ground. His blood sped up for a second, then slowed. The Fenris wolf. He tossed the vampire at the crucifix stone and it was impaled on the cross. It quickly turned to ash. His blood suddenly sped up and he lost his balance, briefly. It always happened near a full moon. His body was trying to fight the mythical wolf. He was brought back to the real world by a bald vampire in a purple suit. It slugged him and Fenris flew to the ground. He hadn't expected that. His blood flowed faster, then slowed to it's normal speed. The vampire jumped at him and he grabbed it in one hand, and his metal cross in the other. He pressed the cross to the creature's chest, despite it's cries. Fenris then got to his feet and grabbed another stake. The vampire turned to his side and the cross fell to on the grass. The vampire stumbled to it's feet and Fenris jabbed the stake deep into it's back and it came out through the front. Another one turned to dust. (Like the song. Kind of.) Fenris then stood in the middle of the battle, thinking. Minnesota vikings. He's norwegian. The Fenris wolf is a norse myth. Kinda ironic. Then he charged back into battle. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Might as well get this out in the open now. You don't know he's a werewolf. It adds some mystery and is more fun. Tried to fit that into the post, but it seemed out of place.

Hey, thanks. That kinda made my day. Now I don't feel so unappreciated. Thanks again.

As of this post, I'm just describing some of his life and thoughts. He can't interact, because I don't know what your characters are like. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Fenris stood in the cemetary. He stared at the stars, then turned his gaze to the moon. It was nearly full. About a week or two until it would be full. Not good. He stood by an overly-ornate catholic stone. The crucifix on the stone was still very realistic, even after years of dealing with the elements. Half a century at least. He closed his eyes and thought back for a while. He thought back to the first time he transformed in Otaku Lake. It was winter. Heh. His clothes got ripped to shreds and he nearly froze. It was funny now. He suddenly felt like all his blood sped up for a second, then slowed down. That happened more frequently, as of late. It was the blood of the Fenris Wolf. The mythical wolf of norse legend that would start the apocalypse. Heh. Odin was supposedly fighting that wolf from about 1100 A.D. to the apocalypse. That wolf was supposedly ficticious, but it managed to turn him into a wolf. He thought back to his grandmother. His father split before Fenris was born and his mother died in childbirth. He was raised by his grandmother. She still believed in the old myths. Of course, he kinda did too. It seemed like a joke, until he saw the image of the Fenris wolf. His grandmother was obsessed with the ancient myths and even had a statue of Odin in her closet. She seemed to like the story of Odin and the Fenris wolf the most, though. That's why she named him Fenris. The last name was a complete coincidence, of course. Beta being the wolf just under the alpha pair. He knew a lot about wolves. And lycanthropy, which was a hoax. And norse myths. Fenris brought himself back to reality and grabbed a cross from his pocket. It was made of steel. He couldn't stand silver. The silver buttons on his pants were chrome or else they were painted. Either way, he was not affected. His thoughts drug him back and he thought about his grandmother. She lost her mind when she was about fifty-two. She thought she saw Skadi, norse goddess of winter and hunting. So, she went out after her and Skadi got the best of her. The next morning, she was found. She got eaten by wolves. He knew he didn't do it, because he remembered getting up at least three times to go to the bathroom. He had thought that she was in her room and she was gone. Fenris sat down at the base of the catholic stone and continued thinking. For some reason, his thoughts were revolving around his grandmother. Fenris looked at the trees around the graveyard. They were moving slightly. There was no wind and he was suddenly a bit interested. He gave a snort and continued to sit there. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ That should give you all a decent view of his beliefs and personality. Probably not much of a view of him interacting, but it's close.

I'm sure that everyone hates this. Scenario: There's a big group of people and one of them calls you a name. You call them one back and then the whole group calls you names. Then you try for a little while and give up. Why do people do that? They start a fight, then they get their friends to help when you try to counter. That's like saying to someone: "How dare you try to defend yourself?" That happens to me all the time and I'm always the person who gets picked on. And it's always the popular people, too. As if they don't have enough of an ego, they tear down someone else's. You can't get them alone, because they're always flanked by four of their frineds. I mean, what the hell? I'm sure that other people would be glad to carry on my rant.

Life seems so...stupid. I mean, we go to school at the age of four or five. Then, after twelve years of school, we go to the working world. After that, you retire and die. I am in no way going to commit suicide and I'm not going to bring up religion. If you think about it, it seems wasted. You goof off til you're five, then you go to school til you're eighteen, then you work til you're sixty. After that, you retire, get achy joints, and die. Sure you have some fun. Children, buying stuff, but that seems like about it. It just seems like a lot of wasted potential. You know?

This poem is untitled and will remain so until I figure one out. If you're reading this, I'd be much obliged if you would send me some feedback. E-mail, PM, or post. Anything is good. You don't even have to like the poem. Thank you for your time. ----------------------------------------------------- In my life, there's two worlds. One full of violence and pain, rejection and anger, the other full of excitement and joy. Today, the worlds showed me my true light. In one world, I am not fit enough or charismatic enough, in the other, I am not smart enough. Rejection is my life. Those who speak to me hurt me. They only talk when they want a dancing bear. Some entertaining thing. The women cringe, the guys laugh. The select few who like me for who I am are considered outcasts. They are treated like dogs, I am too. They are expected to speak when spoken to. No one appreciates them. No one appreciates me. When will people wise up? When will they realize that there aren't different types of people? They think no one has feelings. They think I am here for their amusement. They need to learn that there is only one kind of person. That kind is people.

Black and red are my colors. I got the best deck I could assemble. I started when Invasion came out. If you go to magictg.com you can buy cards. That's what I do.