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[quote name='The Professor' date='18 December 2010 - 06:27 AM' timestamp='1292671654' post='702904'] [font="Comic Sans MS"][b]TRON: Legacy[/b] is pretty sweet. Not really much for story, it's a bit predictable and basic, but the visual effects and fight scenes are spectacular, and there's this one character who pretty much stole the show due to being such a magnificent ham. Definitely makes me want to check out the original. I think I'll ask my friend if I can borrow it from him tomorrow.[/font] [/quote] Couldn't agree more with you Prof, but what I loved the most about the movie was it's soundtrack being done by Daft Punk. Friggin' awesome

Hell yeah I'm down for this.

I vote.... [b]I![/b] For mutated horses and and awesome vehicles. It'll add to the the post-apocalypticness I feel.

Oni looked at the group and couldn't help but let loose a snide smile across his face. He was tickled by this little adventure. Instead of purposely annoying them like he wanted too he decided to keep a rather slow pace behind everyone and study his surroundings. The air tasted awful and it kinda burned his eyes for a moment, but what really caught his attention was the glowing mass of light in the sky that the "Elle" guy pointed out. "The "Sun", huh...." he said attempting to stare at it. Continuing his observations he touched the lifeless grass and dead soil and for some reason this pulled at his heart. "What a surprise. I'm actually experiencing shame...." he thought to himself. Emotions always did intrigue Oni. "Emotions are the complex psychophysiological experiences of an individual's state of mind as interacting with internal and external influences." Oni recited to himself. This was a text book answer. He has always thought that emotions were far more than that especially "love". This emotion baffled him the most. "To care so deeply for someone you are willing to do any and everything for them....". he thought. This was just a random pipe coming from some random direction to Oni. He planned to one day map out emotions and their true root... where they truly originated from. "A fun goal I've set for myself". he said with a slight chuckle. As he picked up his stride he bumped into Elle who was drawing on a pad. "My apologies Mr. Ellswor' the. I was lost in thought." Oni said bowing formally. Elle smiled and continued drawing. This made Oni wonder. "Mr. Ellswor' the? Why do you draw? What makes you want to draw?" Oni said with a finger to his chin.

Mutated horses!? .......HELL. YEAH.

THIS. [img]http://media.ed.edmunds-media.com/pictures/VEHICLE/2011/Mercedes-Benz/2011.mercedes-benz.sls amg.20340599-E.jpg[/img] [u][b]The Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG. [/b][/u] I want this car so friggin' bad I'd mutilate myself for it.

Sorry it took me so long. Been real busy like. [b][u]Name:[/u][/b] Oni Phobos [b][b][u]Age:[/u][/b][/b] 20. [u][b]Job:[/b][/u] Psychologist. Even as a young tyke he had a knack for knowing what ailed another person so it was only natural that he should become one. (KG, gotta admit I don't know much about Fallout cause I haven't played it. I'll change this if it doesn't fit in. ^_^; ) [u][b]Appearance: Lookie, lookie at the bottom. [/b][/u] [u][b]Personality:[/b][/u] Oni is a pretty laid back guy who seems to always know the answers to whatever questions a person may ask him. His demeanor says, "I'm that nice guy", but in truth it hides a rather diabolic individual who loves to have people in the palm of his hands. Over all he means well, but the question is... for who? [u][b]Weapon:[/b][/u] Oni handles a rather unique katana. The hilt is a dark blue while the metal of the blade itself almost shines white. He is capable of pulling of some pretty impressive strikes in combat due to how light the blade is. [u][b]Writing snippet:[/b][/u] "Oni? What do you think of her problem, son?" whispered a elderly gentleman siting on a rather old rocking chair. Oni closed his eyes and laid back as if saying, "I really don't care". "Oni... again I ask. What do you think of Tiyal's problem?" the elderly man said a bit angered. Tiyal, like Oni had just turned 20, but her given job wasn't at all what she had hoped for. "...whatever. This is supposed to be your job old man. Not. Mine." Oni replied with a well timed smile. He loved to test people's patience and just like he predicted the man walked over to Oni and grabbed him by his shirt. "What is my job is soon to be yours, Oni. Your continuing disagreements with me will harm your succession. ...I swear on those before me all you Phobos are the same...." the man growled. This just fueled Oni's playful mind even more. "I... just... don't like my job is... all." Tiyal said lowly. Oni smacked the man's hands from his shirt and dusted himself off. He honestly wanted to continue. "Tiyal, you don't want the job because it's too hard for you. You wanted something easier, right?" Oni said smugly. Tiyal looked at Oni and nodded with a playful smile. "What you are assigned to do is for you to do to the best of your power Tiyal." the man said as if he had read it straight from a book. Oni then got up from his comfy spot. "...but, what if we were to deny this, elder? Then what? Would you force us to execute our duty?" Oni said with a bit of sharpness. The man glared at Oni with hatred. "Oni Phobos. You waste of potential...." the elder barked. He then walked towards his desk full of papers and handed Oni a tiny note. "Tiyal, you will execute your duties. Oni, you will execute your duties as well." he continued. Oni scoffed as he read the little message on the note. "Really now. Me on the surface. Sounds like fun".

Yo peeps!! Count me in on this one two, but I'm mentally incapacitated at the moment so I'll put it up in a bit.

Okay, I seriously need to stop partying 3-4 nights in a row cause my body is like, Wtf. Side note: DO NOT TAKE 3 VICODIN AT THE SAME TIME. Makes you feel reaaaaaally loopy. ._.

Totally random. We thought it would be a good idea to purchase a few of those Four Loko drinks yesterday.... Baaaad, very bad idea. One of my roommates fainted and I uh... lost my car. Woo.

Coffee is what is needed to get this thing I call my body to function properly. If I don't have it you can consider me dead. Side note. I'm totally downing a cup of hazelnut coffee as I type this.

Never allow your drunken drunkard roommate who puked in her own bed while sleeping just the other night into your bed out of sympathy or you might just wake up to projectile vomiting aimed directly at you.

Name: Merci Aliciyd Kquit A.K.A "Mak" Age: 21 Appearance: Mak stands 6' on the nose without a miss. He's a nice 170 pounds with a nice muscular figure to compliment. Mak's dreads are a little longer than shoulder length and only its jet black ends can be seen from under his black bandanna. His clothing consists of a skin tight black long sleeved shirt that just about overlaps his fingers. The pants he wears are of the same color and completely cover his usually bare or slightly bandaged feet. Last, Mak has 4 sets of onyx earrings roughly the sizes of your common pea on both ears. Weapons: Always slightly raised on Mak's left side is his adored black onyx sword rested in its black sheath. The weapon is an heirloom of his family extending back for hundreds of years. It is said to have been forged by an insane god that wanted to prove he could forge a darkness from true sword as sharp as feathers and as light as blades. This blade of strange origins is still unnaturally sharp and rather slender. Mak has giving it the name, "Lady Onyx". Occupation: Mak is a solider of fortune and a bloody sword for hire. History: Merci Aliciyd Kquit or "Mak" as he prefers reserving the right to call him Merci by close friends only hails from a family that leads an assassin's guild. From birth he learned to wield a blade as if it were your extended limb and a part of your soul. His parents, the guild masters, were always easy on Mak. Never relying too heavily upon him for anything. This made for an easy and very fortunate upbringing. During his teen years he was praised greatly for his skills with the blade impressing people from all over the lands. Mak's life up until 18 was indeed a life of many pleasures, but on one small occasion he encountered a sword wielded by a man draped in black clothing. This man would be his father given the mission to eliminate Merci Aliciyd Kquit. So confused was he that it partially drove Mak insane. The following day he was found with the onyx blade on his chest drooling mumbling, "Lady Onyx". The family guild later removed him from their ranks and the world labeled him insane. On the brinks of hell mentally he now travels the world trying only to please his, "Lady Onyx". Ooo, been a while peps. Me is back up and runnin'. So let us play again eh?

I am totally one of those individuals that needs a drink after work, but usually only then. Oh, and having roommates. Yeaaaaaaah, they will force you to have a drink.

Duuuuude... Nine Hells... Sounds hella good and if you want I can stir up something to get peps attention or at least get things moving if only a li'l bit.

Alright, I recreated the post, well... attempted to. Bad thing is I didn't write down much of the first one, but I think I got everything. So there's the twister now lets see who gets caught in it. In the meantime... it's almost 4:00 in the morning and I'm in front of a laptop typing. I'm sooooo going to bed.

AHHHHHHHH! I just spent like 2 hours typing up my next post and with a simple click of the pad it vanishes.... Gimme a moment to close my gapping jaw. :animecry::cussing:

So amazed was Louise by the great city that he had almost completely forgotten he had his own business to attend to. "Um, please excuse me for a while. I have someone that I must meet here." Louise said taking a bow to everyone. Attakiru was visibly the only one that gave a quick look to him as if thinking. "Attakiru... I give my thanks to you." he said in his mind. Louise had developed a great deal of respect from the great man. He wanted to one day be as fine a warrior as him. As he began to walk away from the group a woman with long light pink hair, just about his very own age approached him. "Y-you are Teyrn Serra's son Louise?" she said with a whisper. She seemed to be a little fearful of him, but Louise was quick to ease this. "I am indeed, Louise Tyolt son of Serra Tyolt and I assume you are Teyrn Ozen Eratia's daughter, Umilia Eratia." he said with a smile. She was still a little hesitant towards him, but tried to overcome this. "I-I am Umilia Eratia of Hulitia. I-it's a pleasure to meet you my lord." she said forcing herself to smile. Again Louise was put off by this. She was fearful of him without cause. "Ms. Umilia, if I may. Please address me as you would any other. My father is a lord not I." he laughed. "I-I will do so from now on then... Louise." she said with her eyes at the ground. Louise then formally bowed to her and showed her the message he was given. It was still a bit much for him, but he hid it well from her eyes. "Yes, as you know we are to be wed for the fortune of our two houses." she said again looking away from him. "You look quite displeased Umilia. We know little of each other, but I assure you now as your husband I will do all I can for you not my house." he pleaded to her. "Y-you lie... like they all do. I'm nothing more than a... a... WENCH to you nobles! All my life I've have been noting more than a slave. I've been forced to work my entire life..." she yelled to him. Louise was more than just shocked at her outburst. He was horrified. He thought for a moment about her words. "I-I'm sorry, but I'd rather die then marry you...." she said with heat to her words. "I... Umilia...." was all he was able to say in response to her. He was overcome with a deep compassion for her at that moment. "I was sold to the House of Eratia as a mere jewel at the age of seven. I was to be nothing more than a carrier for their bastard children and a face for their ugly image!" she yelled. Her anger towards the Eratias was apparent. "Sold? They bought you? Tho-those scoundrels...." he replied lowly. It was but the only words he could say. "Yes, they bought me. With no family to call my own nor to recall, it was nothing more than the right price for a pretty head and the man who owned me was quick to sell to nobility." she spoke with a tear to her green eyes. Louise listened to her words and heeded them to his heart. From them he thought of what he could do for her. "Umilia... I will see to it that justice comes to the House of Eratia. I may not be the most experienced fighter, but I will do all I can do and more to see to this." he vowed to her. She was surprised by the emotion behind his words. Although, her faith in people had diminished over the years she could feel the sincerity of Louise. "How? With the group you are with? You would all be killed..." she said yet again avoiding his eyes. "No, the people I accompany have their own battle to fight. This one is mine. I will ask my father for-" he stopped when he heard her heavy sigh. "Have you forgotten? The Empire has branded your entire house as traitors. As we speak now a battle is being fought near Gearlty with your father, Teryn Serra Tyolt at the front. To spar even a few men would turn the battle to the Empire's favor." Umilia mumbled. "Ah... indeed I had forgotten, but no matter. I am the son of Serra Tyolt of Gearlty! My defeat will be of ancient age not by the blade. I promise to you that I will see to it that the House of Eratia falls!" he proclaimed to her. Umilia smiled to Louise and walked towards him stroking her hair. "And what would you have me promise you, Louise?" she said playfully. Louise's chest was swelled with pride and he was quick to answer. "That you would be my queen and allow me to protect you. Is that fair, Umilia?" he asked. Umilia's face turned a light pink when she heard his offer. "Your queen? You mean your lover? Is-" she was cut off by Louise's cough. "Ye-No! I mean I want to be your knight!" he yelled bright red. "My knight? So you do wish me to be your lover." she mocked. Louise coughed again. His face brightening more and more with the passing of each second. "Ye-NO! I-I meant I just want to protect you! Umilia, you are mocking me." he yelled a bit flustered. She laughed and then kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you Louise. For being so kind. I would rather like it if you would stay with me." she said with a bow. Louise smiled to her and turned his attention to a portrait of twins. This picture was so very familiar to him for some reason. "This portrait... it favors two members of the group I'm with." he said to Umilia. She herself looked over the portrait carefully. "Where are the two whom you speak of Louise? I didn't see any children with you." she questioned. Louise looked around hoping to see them to make certain his suspicion. The similarities of the portrait and the twins themselves could be no mere coincidence, in fact their ages coincide with that of the young twins in the portrait. "Lucas and Ayeika? These two twins are without a doubt a portrait of you two when you were younger...." he said picturing them in his mind. "The Daughter of Evil, Ayeika Iycewind and The Servant of Evil, Lucas Iycewind... I cannot believe what my eyes are viewing." Umilia said in response to Louise's observation. "How do you know of them Umilia? Only a handful of people know of tales from Lossouls?" he asked her. "I read many books to... escape my pain. That is how I happen to know of them, but I could ask you the same Louise." she responded. "I am a bard. I should know many tales as I do and that is one that I learned from my father, but perhaps we should discuss this more with the others instead of between ourselves... we may be mistaken." he said to her. Louise's mind was racing with far too many thoughts. He wanted to race to his father and mother's side fearing the flow of battle. Even if he couldn't make a huge difference he would try. He still wanted to see to it that Hope was not harmed still remembering her former self, but her altered self awoke a small fear in him and he was not one for revenge. He thought about the possibility of the twins being from the tale of Lossouls, but that he was not so sure of yet, still he felt they were which he would discuss with the group including them personally. His final thought was his promise to Umilia. He felt an overwhelming amount of compassion towards her much like he felt for Hope before her alteration.... Indeed, Louise had a wild storm raging in his mind and couldn't begin to quell it.... OoC: Righty o', since I was asked to point this somewhere this ubbah post was born. Louise seems to have figured out the twins secret, but will the others believe him? Hmmmm... most of all will the twins admit it or keep it a secret? Will Louise still side with Hope? Questions, questions....

Hey guys, sorry I've been crazy busy. I'll get something up soon.

Under the cover of the night, Louise slipped out of the group with Kumi towards a nearby lake that was out of eye's reach from the others. Here, at a certain point of the lake's shore there is a undergound cavern that is concealed by magic from the naked eye. It was a meeting spot for his father's men. Always occupied by two men of the organization. "A song my good bard?" said one of the men as Louise approached the cavern. "It-It's me, Louise." he replied with a slight shake to his voice. The man got up from his seat of rock and gave a grim stare. "A [I]song[/I] my good bard?" the man repeated. His dwarven partner coming from behind Lousie with his axe at the ready. "Um, I-I forgot the song...." Louise said quite embarrassed. He had the look of a child upon his face. Knowing he would be scolded by his father later on for this. "Bah! Hahahaha, little Louise. I know that clumsy look anywhere! Bahahahah!" the axe weilding man laughed. "Blasqu, please, I... It keeps changing and getting longer." he mumbled, again with a bright red face. "Ah, well met little Louise. I am Dornzy and I assume from his laughter that my friend and you are well aquainted. Your father was getting a tad bit worried about your safety." Dornzy spoke. Louise let out a bit of a sigh and took a seat on the ground. "I'm not little anymore. So please address me just as Louise, Mr. Dornzy and Blasqu, you old fool." Louise commented with a slight chuckle. Blasqu grunted with a smile and handed Louise a letter. "Your eyes only, Louise." he said with a laugh. Louise looked over the strange characters on the letter and slowly they began to form into actual words before his eyes. [I]My son, I commend your recent actions my dear son. I hear you were quite something, like a bolt of lightning through the fire you went. Incredible son, but it seems that because of this we, the proud Tyolts of Gearlty are being labled as traitors to the Empire. Even now men march towards our land. Son... do not concern yourself with this. Your father and I can hold our own against the very gods of war themselves. Now, Louise the real reason of this letter was to inform you of our status here at home and of your coming marriage to the Eratia family of Hulitia's Umilia Eratia. She will meet you in Barceiles, but do not search for her she will come to you. There is much more to this then you think my son so do not give me that face you are of no doubt doing now. So, my dear Louise. Go to Barceiles and met up with Umilia Eratia and be careful. I know you are sided with Lady Hope as well as a few others and that your path will be of great danger but, I believe you will all make it through this. [/I] As he finished the letter his face was like that of a drunkards. "I-I'm to... WHAT!? FATHER... MOTHER? I-I..." Louise could barely think straight. The news of his family's estate being marched upon was grim news enough, but he was now to be married? "Little Louise, you look as though a beholder has got a hold of you." Blasqu cackled. Instead of sharing a sarcastic word with him he simply took his leave from the cavern and began a very slow walk back towards the group with Kumi. "...I'm... I'm to be... married!? What are my parent's thinking at time like this?" he thought.

Bequlu stared at the presumed position of the Zerg. "This one would be an easy kill... if I were in water." he thought to himself. As he paused for this moment the Zerg found its way to Bequlu. Showing off its wicked razor teeth it slashed at Bequlu nicking the back of his tunic and wounding him slightly. He could here the beast chuckle as the blood trickled from its claws. "A petite wound from a worthless creature." Bequlu laughed as he let go of the ledge. The Zerg followed. Intent on killing him and nothing else, but to its surprise Bequlu was now morphed into his shark form and swiftly coming for him. In one mighty slash the Zerg was no more. Bequlu had bitten of a large section in its chest. "Now for the true task." he said grabbing onto the lifeless Zerg now back in his normal form. His plan was to use the claws of the Zerg like a grappling hook. Thankfully, the idea worked just as he was about to hit the floor with the Zerg making a sickening "[I]SPLAT[/I]" as it met it. "Hmm. Now to find that young woman...." Bequlu noted to himself.

Bequlu was rather amused by the two humans. Even finding himself laughing. "You humans are entertaining to these old eyes. I must say I am flattered that you would seek me out to fight with you." he said with a small smile. Veil snarled at this while Damian nodded in thanks. "Tch, fish-boy's with us... sweet." Veil said sarcastically. Damian then motioned for the helicopter to return to them, but Bequlu was a tad bit hesitant about that. "What is that flying bird thing, humans?" he questioned. Veil raised a brow while Damian explained. "It's called a "helicopter". I imagine since you are from here you haven't seen much of the mainland's technology." he replied. Again Bequlu was entertained. He was astounded by this technology. "Hm. I feel there is much to be shared between us humans." Bequlu laughed. "Indeed, let us start now. Why is only this place alone under ice?" Damian asked. The surrounding area was snowed under as if a blizzard had came upon it, but the rest of the marshland was warm and moist. "Oh, that is my doing. I found a cold current deep beneath these waters during a hunt for food. I like the cold so I changed the flow of it to influence this area." Bequlu said as if it was common knowledge.

Bequlu clearly saw the object high in the sky, but to his surprise it began to lower towards his location. This was quite odd to Bequlu. "Hm. What is this land flying bird thing doing here in my seas?" he thought to himself. As it touched the snowy earth of Wudluve two figures exited from it. A male and female figure was what Bequlu distinguished. Instinctively he lowered himself back to the frigid waters. "What are these creatures, humans?" he said to himself as he began to swim under the too figures and their flying bird and study them. The female human having bizarre blond hair while the other gray. "These humans are not for my land. I should advise them that death awaits their frail bodies here." Bequlu said with a chuckle. He intended to scare them off as he morphed into his shark form beneath them. "I wonder why this specific area is iced under it-... You feel that, pup?" Damian said to Veil who it seems so did as well. The two sensed something wrong, but could not determine what. Bequlu then thrashed the thick cold ground under them making it crack and gush water from below. Like a playful yet, dangerous cat and mouse game Bequlu chased the two from beneath the depths until the ground from which they approached him from and plus some were no more than floating hunks of ice. They were now forced back to the marshland. "The fish-boy is playing with us." Damian chuckled as he looked over to Veil, but she was not amused and morphed into her wolf form now preparing to counter-attack. "Hm? These humans? They have the abilities of the Xebirth!?" he thought. He then slowly approached the two. His signature fin swaying through the waters. "Humans here on my land. Your presence is questionable for you posses the abilities of no mere humans. Tell me. What do you want here with I, Bequlu Oplia of the Sharks?".

Deep beneath the dangerous water's of Wudluve swam a rather unique specimen of nature by the name of Bequlu Oplia. One of the few Mizuhitos of Wudluve, his brand of a strength is something to behold. "A shark to a eel, a bite to a tail... you are fools." Bequlu said harshly. He was in the middle of an intense battle with more than a few giant eels. These eels were--like him--Mizuhitos except they have sold their souls to the devilish seas and have so became feral and without reason nor logic. Bequlu didn't like this one bit. "Die you damn old shark!" yelled the leader of the school of eels. He was bigger than the rest and by far the strongest. Matching even Bequlu in shark form. As the lead eel attacked so did his subordinates. All dashing together with a triangle-like formation and with fangs bared. "You force death on yourselves." Bequlu spoke softly. He then morphed into his shark form baring his own jagged teeth. This did not stop the eels it seemed to only encourage them more. "He is old and blind! Tear him to shreds!!" screamed the leader once again, but old Bequlu was just simply reserving his strength and like a black silhouette of death he tore through the school of eels as if they weren't even there. "I am Bequlu Oplia. An old shark I am, but a dangerous one. I will not be quelled by the likes of you or anyone else who dares threaten my seas!" he mumbled while reverting back to his normal figure. Although he had won many battles in the wild seas of Wudluve with each victory his sadness for his people increased. He was tired of fighting... Now on the snowy land above the waters he sat on the cold ice and relaxed himself. "An old shark such as I. Hmph. What can I do? A lot yes, but not enough..." he said to himself.