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Pokemon
Aaron walked into the small town that he left nearly ten years ago. He took a deep breath of the crisp, fresh air, and let out a long exhale. "I miss this. . ." He murmured, looking around Goldwheat Town. It was a small town, but it contained one of the greatest Pokemon Professors of the modern era: Prof. Redwood. Other than that, Goldwheat was a small, simple town that didn't want to bother the rest of the world. The Poke-Mart was still located at the west of the town, and the Poke-Center right next to it.
Looking towards the middle of the town, he fixed his eyes to a small house. It was his childhood home. Hopefully his mother and sibling didn't move. He walked to the door, and rapped a soft knock on it. In a few seconds, a middle aged woman answered the door. Without much more time, she lunged at him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh my God! Aaron! Your Back!" She exclaimed. She let go of him, and welcomed him back into the house. "Lisa! Sam! Come and meet your brother. Aaron raised an eyebrow. "I thought you were only having me and another kid." She nodded. "That was the plan, but I had twins. One girl and one boy." Two children came running around the corner, and ran at Aaron. "Big Brother!" They both jumped and hugged Aaron around the waist. "I suppose you told some flattering stories about me." His mother nodded, and smiled.
After about half-an-hour of catching up, the television suddenly changed to a news broadcast. The lady's voice was low, but Aaron's mother turned the volume up. ". . .Seems that the snow has been falling for almost twenty minutes, and snowfall is over six inches. At this rate, we may literally be up to our ears in snow by midnight. More on this freak weather event in the near future." The lady disappeared, and the old show came back on. Aaron raised an eyebrow, and looked out the window. Sure enough, it was snowing, and there was a decent amount on the ground. "How is this happening? It's August!" His mother bit her lip softly, and opened a drawer in the kitchen. She took out an old looking book, and handed it to Aaron. "It is said that if Articuno's abode is disturbed, or it is, it will tell the world. This may be it's warning." Aaron took the book, and flipped through it. "What is this?" He asked, looking up at his mother. "It's something your father left for you. And I wasn't very upfront about how he died. . ." She looked down to the ground, and Aaron stared out the window. "If it is Articuno, we could be in some deep trouble. . ."
Magic/Fantasy
The streets of Ravnica were empty, but still echoed with the sounds of a busy day. Volrath knew that today, and the next day, and the next were the Etherberry Celebration. Most Ravnicans were inside pubs or holding Guild parties themselves, they're drunken words cascading into the dark streets. The elf walked up to a building, and looked at sign placed directly above the door, which read 'Death-Head's Tavern.' He could tell by the name that it was owned by the Orzhov, one of the ten Guilds of Ravnica.
The pale elf walking into the tavern, and scanned the area. He found his target, and began walking into the crowd of drunken, dancing people. With a run, then a jump, he tackled a man, and Planeswalked at the same instant. He dragged the man into Urborg, which was once a place Volrath called home. Since Yawgmoth fell, Urborg lost all control, and was left untouched by most sane beings.
Volrath held the man up by his collar, and stared into his eyes with his own piercing red eyes. "Where is he?!" He bellowed. The middle aged man shrugged. "I have no idea who you are insinuating I know." Volrath slammed the man into the ground, and dragged him back up. "Lim-Dul, don't play dumb with me. I wouldn't want to dirty Urborg further with your rotten insides." He drew his blade, and pointed the tip at Lim-Dul's throat. The necromancer swallowed, nicking his neck on the blade. "Fine. I'll tell you where Nicol is."
The pale elf withdrew his blade, and sheathed it. "Talk." The necromancer stood, and cleared his throat, wiping the small amount of blood away from it. "As you and I both know, after Nicol was defeated by Tefari, Shiv, and Jhoria, he was seeking refuge to regain his strength. I received contact from his some months ago. Take this." Lim-Dul reached into his robe, and pulled out a spiky red crystal. "This is Sangrite from the plane of Alara, found on one of it's five lands, Jund." Volrath thought on the plane's name. "I can't say I've heard of Alara." Lim-Dul nodded. "I didn't expect you to."
"I should warn you. Alara was split into five smaller planes themselves. Bant, Esper, Grixis, Jund, and Naya. Nicol Bolas is on Grixis. You will need to find your own way there, for I cannot help you." Volrath sighed, and held the crystal tightly. "If Nicol finds out that I assisted someone against him, he would kill me. In the midst of Planeswalking, Volrath looked back and shrugged. "It would me me or him." The elf finished walking through the AEther, and found himself in the savage land of Jund.
Lim-Dul watched Volrath leave, and walked to the edge of a tar pit. He looked down, and closed his eyes. "I would rather die by your merciful steel than Nicol's torturous ways." Lim-Dul took a final breath, and took his final step to oblivion.
Ben 10: Alien Force (The New Keeper)
In was a hot, humid night just out side of Savannah Georgia the kind of night that made your skin crawl and pasted your clothes to your body. Crickets and frogs called playfully to each others through the swamps as firefly’s burned through the air flashy their colorful ends in a beautiful show of love.
Despite the wet, sticky feeling to the air there was nothing wet to be seen on the dry back roads that leg to the glowing city that was miles away, hidden amongst the curtains of Spanish moss that hung from nearly ever tree. Stars burned like bits of diamonds trapped in the endless vast of space and ever once in a while a winking satellite would go flying by. Even with the unbearable heat, it was still a nice summer night filled with the wild hungry noises of animals as the romped around the under bush with their selected mates nature bloomed and thrummed at it’s best there in the wild mountains of Georgia.
How ever, Lilith Crowsworth had too much on her hands to notice the lovely scenery. Because she was currently writhing on her back, pulling and clawing at thick arm band that had clamped it’s self over her
delicate wrist and refused to come off for the life of her. Gasping and grunting she stumbled around the smoldering crater, the ground around her was blackened with soot, as crackling fires danced here and there mocking her as she fell to her back again trying to kick the thing off. She had been back in the woods drinking, because honestly what else was there to do in the boondocks, with a few friends when the comet had come screaming over their heads.
The rest of them had fled, screeching blood murder and leaving their cases, their cars in a clearing and took off down the dirt road like the devil was on their heels. Lilith, having little or no sense thanks to the one and only Jack Daniels, stumbled toward the wreckage in awe wondering excitedly if she would be able to name the stone if she found it first. She only remembered falling over edge of the crater she only gained control of her self after sticking her foot into a small fire and realizing then that she had something heavy and cold wrapped around her arm.
“Come off, damn it stubborn thing!” Lilith said breathlessly, her muscles still loose and slow, as she groaned rolling back against a soft pile of dirt clutching her arm to her chest as she panted. Her long, thick white-blond hair feathered beautiful around a heart shaped face flushed from excitement among other things. Her wide, hazel eyes were colored with disbelief and even rage as she rolled around in the dirty banging the ugly green wrist band against the ground. Lilith, a young girl of seventeen, had a pair of long slender legs incased in a pair of ragged blue jeans, curved hips, and wore a tight blue tank top that flashed her bust openly. Of course she was covered in filth now; her hair was frizzled, and her face was streaked with a black dust that was almost charcoal.
Lilith grunted and sat up, raising the thick bracelet up to the light turning this was and that, looking for some kind of clasp or button to release it. “When did I even put this on?” She thought panting as large, tear sized drops of sweat rolled down her pale skin making the dirt stick to her like a second layer. She licked her lower lip and shook her hair from her face, drawing her knees up; she leaned her wrist on top of her knee and started to fiddle around with the top of the device. It unscrewed, popping up with ease and she was relived to see a few pictures pop up on top of the little screen implanted on the band.
“Maybe it’s one of those puzzle watches?” She turned it this way and that, changing the picture at will but was having a hard time focusing on the image as she wavered back and forth even while sitting. “If this is some ones idea of a joke, there’s going to be hell tomorrow.” She muttered pressing the buttons around the dial, fingers feathering on top of the picture wondering if she pushed it down...it would come undone.
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The boy around seventeen or eighteen stared up in the sky of stars as he rolled back the bottle of beer that he had been holding for no more than five seconds, taking more of a small chug than a sip. A quarter of the bottle was gone after he took it from his lips, which he licked promptly after. He placed his fingers loosely on the middle of the neck of the bottle, and continued talking with a select group of his friends, or at least, with a group of people he happened to meet and agreed to drink together. Some of them were friends, others were people he had never met, and would probably never see after this.
It was peaceful at the edge of the swamps, far away from the hustle and bustle of the civilized social prison that was given a cute name like ‘The City.’ Frankly, Aaron didn’t even care to remember the name of the city he grew up in. It was unfair to say he grew up in it. He spent his first few years in it, the rest were spent in a small cabin with his father deep in the woods maybe a couple of towns from Savannah.
The bottle found itself tipping another portion of it’s frothy liquid down the minor’s throat, something hat at least five other bottles have done that night. He placed the now empty bottle down next to the others, and sighed, as he ran out of his own liquor. Aaron didn’t want to ask for anyone else’s, since he would A, not get any of it, and B . . . Well, there was no B, he wasn’t getting anyone else’s booze with their consent.
He returned his gaze to the sky, not bothering with the drunken story telling, joking, and sloppy exchanges of kisses. As he did this, what looked like a meteor screamed towards their group. They scattered like ants getting spit on by a little kid. The ball of fire crashed to the ground, sending dirt and fire into the air, soon raining upon them. Luckily the fire hit no one, and even though they got pelted with dirt, it was better than getting sprayed with fire.
Aaron covered his eyes from the bright light that was sent from the meteor, not wanting to go blind. At first, he thought it was an intoxicating hallucination. Low and behold everyone else saw it. The teenager cleared his hand from his eyes, and watched as the vast majority of the people were running away. Those with cars drove away, while the others ran with their bottles in their hands. He soon noticed that he was the only one left; save for a girl who’s name was Lilith. She was down in the crater, fighting with her watch.
Upon closer examination, it wasn’t a watch that she was fighting with, or at least, it wasn’t her watch. He would have remembered the semi-light green watch with some sort of black and white decal in the middle. He stood at the foot of the crater, and stared down at the frustrated girl. “What is that?” Aaron slurred, moving down next to the girl.
As he got near her, he noticed the top of the watch pop up, revealing some sort of hologram-like image above the watch. It was very bright; he could barely make out the humanoid shape the showed itself. When she pressed the top down, making a distinct clicking sound as she did so, he looked away from the blinding green tinted light that followed. When he looked back at Lilith, he couldn’t believe his eyes.
Teen Titans: Fractured Past
Ten years. the green man said, walking into the city limits of Jump City, his old home, or at least the closest thing he had to a home outside of Dayton Manor. When he was on the Doom Patrol over fifteen years ago, he lived in that manor, just outside of New York City. Jump City was a few hours away from it, but that wasn't applicable. Right now he was coming back from traveling the United States. Beast Boy didn't have a home away from the Tower, so he roamed with the money he managed to get from doing odd jobs, and perhaps a few things he isn't particularly proud of. When your life's on the line, what do you do?
It was probably fair to mention that he wasn't called Beast Boy anymore. That name died as the Titans did. He was just called by his name; Garfield Mark Logan, or just Gar. He liked that more than Beast Boy, it was more mature. He also left behind the purple and black tights of his costume, choosing regular jeans, a purple T-Shirt, and a green sweatshirt. On his side was a duffel bag filled with stuff he found over his decade journey, as well as a few changes of clothes.
As he walked through the changed streets of the city, they still seemed so familiar. The pizza place that the Titans spent most of their meals at was closed down now, boarded up and left to rot. The signs were still up, and the place was still shaped like a wedge of pizza. The movie theater where they watched their fair share of movies was still open, thankfully. So many fond memories. How was the team so easily thrown away after spending five years with each other?
Gar looked at a piece of paper he had folded in his hand. On it was an address, a name, and an apartment number. He read the name over again. Rachel Roth. Next to it, it had the name Raven next to it. I suppose I wasn't the only one who changed my name. The former hero said, walking into the building. He climbed the stairs to the apartment number that was scribbled on the paper, and hesitated before knocking on the door. Gar wondered if he should even be looking up the old teammate. He shrugged off the thoughts and knocked on the door a few times, then waited for a response.
 Butters in the fridge · Sun Mar 29, 2009 @ 03:44am · 0 Comments |
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