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The true master
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Midian: City of the Damned by Knightblazer said:“This… is… not fun,” ground out the Houndoom as he trudged all the way back with soaked fur. Rain had suddenly poured down about an hour ago, the water soaking the foursome all the way to the bone. While the three were still fine, it was only Ifrit who was somewhat worrisome—Fire types, technically, couldn’t live long in the rain. But Javas speculated that, in obtaining Entei’s powers, all the rain would really do would be to annoy the two-horned hound like crazy. Fortunately (or unfortunately, in Lucied’s case), Javas’s theory was right, and they had to put up with the ranting Houndoom ever since then.
“Hello… like, the rest of you? C’mon, let’s find shelter. Like now! I’m drenched to the skin and freezing as if Javas had hit me with an Icy Wind attack. I’m shaking to the bones and mentally I feel like banging my head against some random brick wall. Heck, I can even say the word ‘geer’ for a million times if you need me to. Geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer…”
“Lucied, can we just knock him out?” questioned Javas, his eyebrows twitching in annoyance. The Mightyena sweatdropped. “That really wouldn’t be a good idea…”
“Geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer…”
If you really feel the need to, do so and I’ll carry him on my back, added Saital. The Sneasel then looked back the wolf, emerald puppy dog eyes looking towards Lucied, who grinned awkwardly and sweatdropped once again.
“Geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer…”
“I guess… we can keep him quiet for awhile…” muttered Lucied, although without much conviction.
“Geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer…”
Javas quickly took the cue and transmuted his metallic fist. Ice crystals began forming around the appendage and with a roar of ‘Antarctic Fist!’ brought the ice-coated metal against Ifrit’s cranium, effectively knocking the Houndoom out. Ifrit fell with a loud ‘thump’ onto the moist earth, and then, with their combined efforts, Lucied and Javas managed to move the unconscious being onto the Pidgeotto’s back.
For a Houndoom… he sure is heavy… muttered out the maroon-feathered bird as she tried to balance herself. The duo had to help her out once again, and after a few tries, finally managed to get some altitude without dropping Ifrit or falling onto Lucied and Javas. With that, the now-conscious trio set out through the mountains once again.
Pokemon Revolution Johto by EonMaster One said:He gave the tiara to Travis, who held it as delicately as if it was a glass treasure. The master of ceremonies, whose eyes finally caught those of Travis’, gave the latter a rather bewildered expression for a long and awkward moment. Travis nodded, gesturing him to go on with the ceremony.
“Will the candidate for Queen please kneel?” The master finally spoke, and everything went quiet, save for a few hushed whispers once the crowd realized that Travis (and not Rondell) had the tiara. Travis approached Katrina and knelt in front of her.
“You deserve this more than anyone I know,” he said, placing the tiara on Katrina’s head perfectly and standing up.
“May I present to you...the King and Queen of the 142nd Golden Moon Festival!” The master of ceremonies shouted. Travis helped Katrina to her feet and heard a sniffle. When Katrina looked at him, tears were welling up in her eyes again. Travis wiped them away with his own hand and looked straight at her. There was nothing else to explain. All that was left was to say it.
“I love you,” he said.
Katrina looked shocked for about a second, then her lip began to quiver. Travis inched closer and Katrina met him, kissing him right on the lips.
That was when time stopped for both of them. Everyday life and the pain and trials thereof no longer existed. The golden moon shining above them...no longer existed. It was as if the cosmos itself no longer existed.
For him, it should have been a dream come true. Ever since he was a small boy who had nothing to him but his name, and she was a small girl raised almost like a princess, he had felt strangely about her. He didn’t understand it growing up. He didn’t know why, back when they were small children, his and Shiro’s friendship nearly ended when the latter hurt Katrina (who, at that point, was only the rich girl across town) while using his roller skates. He didn’t know why, back when they were ten going on eleven, he had shut himself in his room and refused to talk to anyone when he had found out that Katrina and Nate were seeing a lot more of each other. He didn’t know why, when he was twelve and the aforementioned pair had a falling out, he felt an occasional desire to do bodily harm to the latter of the two. He didn’t know why, just recently, her status with him and Shiro had been restored despite the fact that she had been quite close with someone that he outright hated at some points. But now he understood, and it made him feel decades wiser – twelve going on forty.
For her, she felt a burden lifted off of her shoulders. Of the two boys that she was best friends with, she had always been closer to him. Even when she was with Nate, having her first experience at what one would call a steady relationship, she felt that something had been missing. This was a new experience for her, but it hardly felt that way. After everything that she had gone through the past couple of years, she felt rather like a traveler who had finally gotten rid of heavy bags – because, after journeying far and wide, she had come back to where she never should have left. She had come back home.
The first thing that Travis noticed on the outside world (after about what felt like an eternity) was the loud, collective sigh of “Awww............” coming from the crowd, whom he had again forgotten was even there. The second thing he noticed was a laugh. Katrina was laughing and smiling and, like this year’s golden moon, was shining more brightly and more beautifully than ever. Katrina had laid it all to rest, right there, and Travis could see the difference immediately. The color had returned to her face. Even her hair had some of its pep back.
“I love you, too,” she said to him, throwing her arms around him and laughing for the first time in what seemed like ages. Then they heard a deafening BANG and broke apart.
Seemingly right on cue, the fireworks show had started from the roof of the Galleria. Travis and Katrina smiled at each other, held hands, and looked up at the amazing display of light. Shiro and Madeline joined them. The latter was beaming, and the former, as he looked at his best friends, had a sly smirk on his face that was clearly saying, “It’s about time.”
Originally posted in Starbolts Chronicles (The Heir of Delclina).
Jenna noticed the time on her clock was quickly approaching six o’clock. She had spent the day with her friends and fellow teammates in preparation for this moment. Aquita, Sara, Angela and Kaori were all supportive of the decision she was about to make about her and M’anta’s relationship. As leader of the Starbolts, Jenna faced down opponents many times her size and yet here she was in a red evening gown with a bare back with golden bracelets breathing heavily in anticipation for M’anta’s arrival.
“I can do this.” Jenna went toward the large mirror on her dresser and grabbed a hairbrush and fixed her golden locks. “I’m only going to propose to a prince…who is the only man I ever really loved.”
Jenna’s mind drifted to the first time she and M’anta had kissed. They were both sixteen years old and had just told each other their deepest secrets inside the old Agents of S.T.A.R. headquarters’ pool shortly after the group’s first mission. He had called her “Nuchalla Oayar” ,which in Aquan meant, “brave one”. She felt safe with a man for the first time in years and found herself kissing the alien. She smiled knowing that he helped to shape the woman she became. A woman who was no longer afraid to be close to a man.
“You complete my son….” Jenna heard a familiar sounding voice in her head that at the same time startled her and filled her with confidence as she grabbed a necklace with a pendant shaped like the insignia on M’anta’s uniform. “He needs you and you need him.”
“Sirak…” Jenna closed her eyes and smiled as she placed the Aquan jewelry around her neck that had been a gift from the king to her “Thank you, your highness.”
A light thump on the balcony heralded the arrival of M’anta and Jenna quickly turned her attention toward the green clad figure opening the double glass doors in front of him. Outside, M’anta could see that Jenna was all dressed up and wondered what she was up to. The day had been full of action for him and ever since he talked to Jenna’s dad, he had felt more confidence about the path the Gods laid out for him. M’anta stood in the doorway, taking in the beauty in front of him wearing a red gown, hair tied back and wearing the necklace his father gave her. He took off his helmet and tossed it on the bed in order to get a better look and sure enough, his eyes did not deceive him.
“Someone’s been all over the news.” Jenna took M’anta’s hands and led him to the Italian leather couch on the other side of the room and sat down.
“I needed to keep busy.” M’anta shrugged and sat beside her. “Your dad thought it’d be a good idea to see how much the world needs people like us. I guess I needed that wake up call.”
“Sounds like you got much needed perspective, di’aga.” Jenna paused for a minute and saw M’anta chuckle a bit. He looked right back at her and fixed some of the blonde hair on his head that fell out of place. “Isn’t it about time someone saved your life?”
“What do you mean?” M’anta looked perplexed. In his mind, Jenna had saved him time and again.
“Prince M’anta Sirak J’arrsti of Aquarius?” Jenna took M’anta’s hands and her eyes welled up with tears and threatened to ruin her mascara. “I know you’re on a path and I can’t imagine not being by your side. You’ve helped me learn to love a man and trust some of them. Now, I see one man needing guidance and a partner on his journey. Will you marry me?”
M’anta smiled and he felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. “I was about to ask you the same thing. Yes, Jenna!”
There was then a moment of silence as both sat motionless in response to the answer. Jenna carefully placed her right hand on M’anta’s cheek. In an instant, the pair found themselves kissing on the couch and somehow they both knew that whatever the future held, they would meet and obstacle head on. M’anta held her close and again was able to feel his soon to be wife’s heartbeat. It was the same calm rhythm from that morning.
“Ya A’mas ti.” M’anta spoke the Aquan words for ‘I love you.’ With gratitude in his voice.
“Ya A’mas ti, M’anta.” Jenna replied.
Of Hullabaloo Galore and Wacky Festivities said:Wakana pranced around her bedroom, admiring herself in the mirror as she did so. Her choice of costume was a pink frilly dress, with laces almost everywhere. The sleeves were big and puffy, from which were hung numerous minuscule pink stars. She wore pink high-heeled stilettos, and hanging from her neck was a diamond necklace. Lastly, a pink, furry crown sat innocently on her head.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Wakana said, “Ahh! I cannot believe this stunningly beautiful lady is me! I will be the centre of attention on the night of the party! Ohohohohoho… …”
“MIRROR MIRROR ON THE FLOOR!” Wakana said suddenly to the mirror lying on the floor, batting her eyelashes, “Am I pretty?”
… … … … …
“ANSWER ME YOU STUPID MIRROR!” Wakana screeched, turning red from fury. Still, there was no response. The agitated Wakana started throwing tantrums, as well as things in the room.
CRASH! Oh well, there goes the antique vase… Startled by the sudden noise, Harley, now heavily bandaged, poked his head into the room.
“Wakana! Calm down… Who made you angry this time?” Harley asked. He winced as Wakana glared at him before she went back to throwing a tantrum again.
“Just tell me before you ruin all my furniture”
Wakana pointed a trembling accusing finger at the culprit and folded her arms, pouting.
Harley was astounded. What did the mirror do? And in the first place, can the mirror do anything?
Wakana replied, as though she could read Harley’s thoughts, “This STUPID mirror! It ignored me when I asked whether I was pretty or not!” Then she started bawling, “WHICH MEANS I’M NOT PRETTY!”
Harley tried to stifle the laugh that was threatening to spill out of his mouth. With Wakana’s pink, frilly… everything, all she needed was a red nose and some makeup and she would look like a perfect clown.
Dust to Deceit said:<So...> Moltres trailed, <Suppose I decided to change the subject to current events around Hoenn, would you object?>
Registeel shook its head, steel squeaks happening at every head gyration, <Not at all, though I will see what interesting... gopiss, is it?>
To this, the bird could not hold back a chuckle, <It’s gossip. ‘Go piss’ is what you say to Zapdos when it acts stupid, as in ‘go piss off!’>
Moment of Peace said:Mew looks at him with the same expression he had before. No hatred, no anger, just a tranquil stare, a vague smile that seems only a little sad. She’s fading away.
There’s a brush of fingertips over his tearstains. Mewtwo’s still crying tears for a lost child, yet he is no longer sure that he isn’t that child now. All of the years he spent growing and changing seem useless now. Deep inside, the clone never made it past the suffering he had endured as a child.
Still dreaming of better things, just like a child, never accepting bitter reality.
There is a kiss, a brush of lips that develops into something harsh. It’s nothing innocent, since neither of them truly are innocent. It’s anger, hatred, desperation all in a single gesture. It’s everything Mewtwo wants to say, all the accusations he wants to make, all the rage and betrayal he still bears. Without a voice, there is nothing else he can do. The living have no voice in the land of the dead, and although Mewtwo has his doubts on whether his body is living, he knows that his soul has not yet awoken.
The kiss softens after all of the rage diminishes. It isn’t gone, far from it, but the clone has no more use for it. It’s just another demon clinging to his exhausted soul, one that he can’t quite shake away. But it’s gone for the time being, fading away as he relishes in the sensation of a warm body against his.
How long has it been since he’s felt warmth in such a way?
There are hands on him, a lover’s touch. It hurts, because each touch brings that phantom beat from a heart he knows shouldn’t be able to beat.
Mew pulls away. This world is not quite silent anymore; there are voices and the desperate sound of weeping echoing distantly within the darkness. Mewtwo realizes he must be starting to fall asleep again. His vision is hazy, the entire image beginning to blear, and a dizzy sensation washes over the clone’s mind. He blinks slowly, and when he opens his eyes, Mew is far away, walking away.
Leaving.
The Hourglass said:The Persian looked away, trying not to look at him too much. The Ekans reached his hand up and lifted her chin so she would look right at him. The two stared, Katera’s eyes watering a bit as she felt some tears coming on. Slowly the two grew closer, before Jiro pressed his snaky lips against the Persians. The two held the innocent kiss for only a second, a second of complete bliss for both. But a second was very short length of time and as soon as it began, it ended.
Katera stared rather surprised at the kiss, Jiro seemed a bit surprise but more pleased at the outcome of it. The Persian looked at him a second longer before looking away and wiping some tears.
“We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” he replied, “Don’t you love me?”
“My life wasn’t made for love.” She whispered, “But I do.”
“Katera…”
She looked at him again, but this time with much fear. “If he found out… you would…” the Persian shook her head. “We can’t do this.”
“… I’m willing to take the risk. But, I will respect your wishes.” He nodded standing up. She watched him in a bit of surprise; she had never heard that before. She was so use to Ransom getting what he wanted, even if she was in no mood for it, that a man actually listening to her was something she had never experienced.
Once more the Ekans was about to leave, when the Persian caught his hand. He looked back at her, but she would not look at him. She squeezed his hand tightly as he turned to run a hand over her cheek.
“I love you.” She whispered, “Ever since I met you, I loved you.” She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “We… we can’t ever let this be found out.”
“I know.” He replied simply as he kissed her lips lightly, barely touching them. She knew this affection well, but something in the way he held her and spoke to her, it was like he was actually speaking to her and not the body, not the looks or mask she wore.
He knew her. And it felt so good to be loved that way.
The Heir of Delclina (Starbolts Chronicles) said:Jenna noticed the time on her clock was quickly approaching six o’clock. She had spent the day with her friends and fellow teammates in preparation for this moment. Aquita, Sara, Angela and Kaori were all supportive of the decision she was about to make about her and M’anta’s relationship. As leader of the Starbolts, Jenna faced down opponents many times her size and yet here she was in a red evening gown with a bare back with golden bracelets breathing heavily in anticipation for M’anta’s arrival.
“I can do this.” Jenna went toward the large mirror on her dresser and grabbed a hairbrush and fixed her golden locks. “I’m only going to propose to a prince…who is the only man I ever really loved.”
Jenna’s mind drifted to the first time she and M’anta had kissed. They were both sixteen years old and had just told each other their deepest secrets inside the old Agents of S.T.A.R. headquarters’ pool shortly after the group’s first mission. He had called her “Nuchalla Oayar” ,which in Aquan meant, “brave one”. She felt safe with a man for the first time in years and found herself kissing the alien. She smiled knowing that he helped to shape the woman she became. A woman who was no longer afraid to be close to a man.
“You complete my son….” Jenna heard a familiar sounding voice in her head that at the same time startled her and filled her with confidence as she grabbed a necklace with a pendant shaped like the insignia on M’anta’s uniform. “He needs you and you need him.”
“Sirak…” Jenna closed her eyes and smiled as she placed the Aquan jewelry around her neck that had been a gift from the king to her “Thank you, your highness.”
A light thump on the balcony heralded the arrival of M’anta and Jenna quickly turned her attention toward the green clad figure opening the double glass doors in front of him. Outside, M’anta could see that Jenna was all dressed up and wondered what she was up to. The day had been full of action for him and ever since he talked to Jenna’s dad, he had felt more confidence about the path the Gods laid out for him. M’anta stood in the doorway, taking in the beauty in front of him wearing a red gown, hair tied back and wearing the necklace his father gave her. He took off his helmet and tossed it on the bed in order to get a better look and sure enough, his eyes did not deceive him.
“Someone’s been all over the news.” Jenna took M’anta’s hands and led him to the Italian leather couch on the other side of the room and sat down.
“I needed to keep busy.” M’anta shrugged and sat beside her. “Your dad thought it’d be a good idea to see how much the world needs people like us. I guess I needed that wake up call.”
“Sounds like you got much needed perspective, di’aga.” Jenna paused for a minute and saw M’anta chuckle a bit. He looked right back at her and fixed some of the blonde hair on his head that fell out of place. “Isn’t it about time someone saved your life?”
“What do you mean?” M’anta looked perplexed. In his mind, Jenna had saved him time and again.
“Prince M’anta Sirak J’arrsti of Aquarius?” Jenna took M’anta’s hands and her eyes welled up with tears and threatened to ruin her mascara. “I know you’re on a path and I can’t imagine not being by your side. You’ve helped me learn to love a man and trust some of them. Now, I see one man needing guidance and a partner on his journey. Will you marry me?”
M’anta smiled and he felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. “I was about to ask you the same thing. Yes, Jenna!”
There was then a moment of silence as both sat motionless in response to the answer. Jenna carefully placed her right hand on M’anta’s cheek. In an instant, the pair found themselves kissing on the couch and somehow they both knew that whatever the future held, they would meet and obstacle head on. M’anta held her close and again was able to feel his soon to be wife’s heartbeat. It was the same calm rhythm from that morning.
“Ya A’mas ti.” M’anta spoke the Aquan words for ‘I love you.’ With gratitude in his voice.
“Ya A’mas ti, M’anta.” Jenna replied.
//Dead Links\\ said:When he had formed the complex circles and loops of the pattern, Meddick set the can down. His fingers reeked of the lighter fluid that had dripped on his hands, as did the sash around his neck that he had soaked earlier. He dropped to his knee again, picked up the candle, and then touched the flame to one end of the oily shape on the grass. The fire extended itself across the lawn with a soft whoosh, winding its way along the lines of the fluid trail until it burned brightly as the symbol of the Blessed Journey.
Meddick had to work quickly while the symbol still burned clearly. In a moment, the flames would spread across the lawn, and the signal would be lost. He spread his arms wide, raised his eyes to the stars, and tipped himself forward.
As he fell into the roaring flames, Jeremiah Meddick leapt for joy at the knowledge that he would finally leave his body and begin the journey into the next plane of existence.
Release said:The scar was a reminder, a warning. It reminded her of the lengths Giovanni would go to keep his secrets. She chuckled a little at that, humourlessly, eyes cold. He loved his secrets. Memories of her former comrades ruthlessly pursuing her, viewing her not as the friend they had laughed with, cried with, but as their target in a deadly game of hide and seek, flickered through her mind. If they’d found her, they would’ve killed her, simple as that. Once you were in, you were in. There was only one way out.
-another rustle as the gun was raised and the target sighted, the sharp intake of breath as a finger pulled at the trigger-
A fatal choice, it is, to join the rockets.
bang
A small figure slipped off the back of a chestnut feathered bird, gold hair flashing briefly as it plummeted towards the distant forest, a trail of scarlet following its descent. A distant crash, and then silence.
Crimson seeping into the blood soaked soil..
Firstly, people PROVIDE WORKING LINKS IF YOU'RE NOMINATED FICS! NO ONE, out of ALL those people, who nominated Pokemon Revolution: Johto bothered to provide a link. I actually to scourge for a working links and with a downtime, it's annoying to do. So let me remind you again as Flaming_Lip would say: PROVIDE LINKS.
Also, you may nominate only ONE fic/author/moment for each catergory. Period. You can't nominated Fic A, Fic $ AND Fic Z at the same time for the same catergory.
Also DON'T nominate something that's already nominated AGAIN in the SAME catergory is nominated it. It gets really annoying after a while so just nominate ONE thing for each catergory that ISN'T nominated with WORKING links.
So Air Dragon, you'll have to choose one fic to be nominated for the Best Use of Existing Character and the Most Comedic Moment Catergories since yopu nominated more than one unnominated fic for both of thsoe catergories. Also, it is Flaming_Lips decision if he sees fit to add Most Tragic Moment. Only he has the power to add, remove and change catergories.
Also, use the PROPER FULL title when nominating. It is in case you didn't provide a working link (if you did, I WIL get angry) so I can search for the fic. So for example, the full name of the fic is Pokemon Revolution: Johto, NOT Pokemon Johto or Revolution Johto. It is Lurking In the Shadows: Lisa's Ultimate Challenge, NOT Lisa's Challenge or Lurking in Shadows.
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Well, i guess you may have to cut people a little slack there, man. I mean, who's gonna have time to go through other people's nominations when they love the same fic and are eager to nominate it because it's worthy of the honour? With all the forum lags too, it is hard to imagine them taking their time to peruse others' posts. Point respectfully meant...
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It is REALLY that hard to skim through others' psots to see if that fics nominated? I understand that sicne the list hasn't been updated much, it'll be harder than normal to check if a fic is nominated for not but normally, it'll be updated frequently and you can check VERY easily. It takes of forum and post space you nominate the same fic over AND OVER again. And if you don't have anything else apart from an already nominated fic to nominate in that catergory, then you don't have to nominate at all in that catergory. And about "eager to nominate it because it's worthy of honour?". That's what the VOTING is for and that happens AFTER the nominations, not now.
And I was refering to the other people who nominated Pokemon Revolution: Johto who didn't provide a link. I apologise to you Air Dragon for that but apart from you, most other people who nominated that fic didn't use the full name of the fic and/or didn't provide a working link. It was REALLY annoying when I tried to search for it under Pokemon Johto and it didn't work i nthe Search because the name was incomplete. -.-;;
Also, sorry about forgetting to add a few nominations. I was a bit tired when I added those so I admit I MUST have missed a few. ^^;; I'll update the list pronto.
Of Hullabaloo Galore and Wacky Festivities said:Wakana pranced around her bedroom, admiring herself in the mirror as she did so. Her choice of costume was a pink frilly dress, with laces almost everywhere. The sleeves were big and puffy, from which were hung numerous minuscule pink stars. She wore pink high-heeled stilettos, and hanging from her neck was a diamond necklace. Lastly, a pink, furry crown sat innocently on her head.
Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Wakana said, “Ahh! I cannot believe this stunningly beautiful lady is me! I will be the centre of attention on the night of the party! Ohohohohoho… …”
“MIRROR MIRROR ON THE FLOOR!” Wakana said suddenly to the mirror lying on the floor, batting her eyelashes, “Am I pretty?”
… … … … …
“ANSWER ME YOU STUPID MIRROR!” Wakana screeched, turning red from fury. Still, there was no response. The agitated Wakana started throwing tantrums, as well as things in the room.
CRASH! Oh well, there goes the antique vase… Startled by the sudden noise, Harley, now heavily bandaged, poked his head into the room.
“Wakana! Calm down… Who made you angry this time?” Harley asked. He winced as Wakana glared at him before she went back to throwing a tantrum again.
“Just tell me before you ruin all my furniture”
Wakana pointed a trembling accusing finger at the culprit and folded her arms, pouting.
Harley was astounded. What did the mirror do? And in the first place, can the mirror do anything?
Wakana replied, as though she could read Harley’s thoughts, “This STUPID mirror! It ignored me when I asked whether I was pretty or not!” Then she started bawling, “WHICH MEANS I’M NOT PRETTY!”
Harley tried to stifle the laugh that was threatening to spill out of his mouth. With Wakana’s pink, frilly… everything, all she needed was a red nose and some makeup and she would look like a perfect clown.
Dust to Deceit said:<So...> Moltres trailed, <Suppose I decided to change the subject to current events around Hoenn, would you object?>
Registeel shook its head, steel squeaks happening at every head gyration, <Not at all, though I will see what interesting... gopiss, is it?>
To this, the bird could not hold back a chuckle, <It’s gossip. ‘Go piss’ is what you say to Zapdos when it acts stupid, as in ‘go piss off!’>
Midian: City of the Damned said:“This… is… not fun,” ground out the Houndoom as he trudged all the way back with soaked fur. Rain had suddenly poured down about an hour ago, the water soaking the foursome all the way to the bone. While the three were still fine, it was only Ifrit who was somewhat worrisome—Fire types, technically, couldn’t live long in the rain. But Javas speculated that, in obtaining Entei’s powers, all the rain would really do would be to annoy the two-horned hound like crazy. Fortunately (or unfortunately, in Lucied’s case), Javas’s theory was right, and they had to put up with the ranting Houndoom ever since then.
“Hello… like, the rest of you? C’mon, let’s find shelter. Like now! I’m drenched to the skin and freezing as if Javas had hit me with an Icy Wind attack. I’m shaking to the bones and mentally I feel like banging my head against some random brick wall. Heck, I can even say the word ‘geer’ for a million times if you need me to. Geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer…”
“Lucied, can we just knock him out?” questioned Javas, his eyebrows twitching in annoyance. The Mightyena sweatdropped. “That really wouldn’t be a good idea…”
“Geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer…”
If you really feel the need to, do so and I’ll carry him on my back, added Saital. The Sneasel then looked back the wolf, emerald puppy dog eyes looking towards Lucied, who grinned awkwardly and sweatdropped once again.
“Geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer…”
“I guess… we can keep him quiet for awhile…” muttered Lucied, although without much conviction.
“Geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer, geer…”
Javas quickly took the cue and transmuted his metallic fist. Ice crystals began forming around the appendage and with a roar of ‘Antarctic Fist!’ brought the ice-coated metal against Ifrit’s cranium, effectively knocking the Houndoom out. Ifrit fell with a loud ‘thump’ onto the moist earth, and then, with their combined efforts, Lucied and Javas managed to move the unconscious being onto the Pidgeotto’s back.
For a Houndoom… he sure is heavy… muttered out the maroon-feathered bird as she tried to balance herself. The duo had to help her out once again, and after a few tries, finally managed to get some altitude without dropping Ifrit or falling onto Lucied and Javas. With that, the now-conscious trio set out through the mountains once again.
Moment of Peace said:Mew looks at him with the same expression he had before. No hatred, no anger, just a tranquil stare, a vague smile that seems only a little sad. She’s fading away.
There’s a brush of fingertips over his tearstains. Mewtwo’s still crying tears for a lost child, yet he is no longer sure that he isn’t that child now. All of the years he spent growing and changing seem useless now. Deep inside, the clone never made it past the suffering he had endured as a child.
Still dreaming of better things, just like a child, never accepting bitter reality.
There is a kiss, a brush of lips that develops into something harsh. It’s nothing innocent, since neither of them truly are innocent. It’s anger, hatred, desperation all in a single gesture. It’s everything Mewtwo wants to say, all the accusations he wants to make, all the rage and betrayal he still bears. Without a voice, there is nothing else he can do. The living have no voice in the land of the dead, and although Mewtwo has his doubts on whether his body is living, he knows that his soul has not yet awoken.
The kiss softens after all of the rage diminishes. It isn’t gone, far from it, but the clone has no more use for it. It’s just another demon clinging to his exhausted soul, one that he can’t quite shake away. But it’s gone for the time being, fading away as he relishes in the sensation of a warm body against his.
How long has it been since he’s felt warmth in such a way?
There are hands on him, a lover’s touch. It hurts, because each touch brings that phantom beat from a heart he knows shouldn’t be able to beat.
Mew pulls away. This world is not quite silent anymore; there are voices and the desperate sound of weeping echoing distantly within the darkness. Mewtwo realizes he must be starting to fall asleep again. His vision is hazy, the entire image beginning to blear, and a dizzy sensation washes over the clone’s mind. He blinks slowly, and when he opens his eyes, Mew is far away, walking away.
Leaving.
The Hourglass said:The Persian looked away, trying not to look at him too much. The Ekans reached his hand up and lifted her chin so she would look right at him. The two stared, Katera’s eyes watering a bit as she felt some tears coming on. Slowly the two grew closer, before Jiro pressed his snaky lips against the Persians. The two held the innocent kiss for only a second, a second of complete bliss for both. But a second was very short length of time and as soon as it began, it ended.
Katera stared rather surprised at the kiss, Jiro seemed a bit surprise but more pleased at the outcome of it. The Persian looked at him a second longer before looking away and wiping some tears.
“We can’t do this.”
“Why not?” he replied, “Don’t you love me?”
“My life wasn’t made for love.” She whispered, “But I do.”
“Katera…”
She looked at him again, but this time with much fear. “If he found out… you would…” the Persian shook her head. “We can’t do this.”
“… I’m willing to take the risk. But, I will respect your wishes.” He nodded standing up. She watched him in a bit of surprise; she had never heard that before. She was so use to Ransom getting what he wanted, even if she was in no mood for it, that a man actually listening to her was something she had never experienced.
Once more the Ekans was about to leave, when the Persian caught his hand. He looked back at her, but she would not look at him. She squeezed his hand tightly as he turned to run a hand over her cheek.
“I love you.” She whispered, “Ever since I met you, I loved you.” She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “We… we can’t ever let this be found out.”
“I know.” He replied simply as he kissed her lips lightly, barely touching them. She knew this affection well, but something in the way he held her and spoke to her, it was like he was actually speaking to her and not the body, not the looks or mask she wore.
He knew her. And it felt so good to be loved that way.
The Heir of Delclina (Starbolts Chronicles) said:Jenna noticed the time on her clock was quickly approaching six o’clock. She had spent the day with her friends and fellow teammates in preparation for this moment. Aquita, Sara, Angela and Kaori were all supportive of the decision she was about to make about her and M’anta’s relationship. As leader of the Starbolts, Jenna faced down opponents many times her size and yet here she was in a red evening gown with a bare back with golden bracelets breathing heavily in anticipation for M’anta’s arrival.
“I can do this.” Jenna went toward the large mirror on her dresser and grabbed a hairbrush and fixed her golden locks. “I’m only going to propose to a prince…who is the only man I ever really loved.”
Jenna’s mind drifted to the first time she and M’anta had kissed. They were both sixteen years old and had just told each other their deepest secrets inside the old Agents of S.T.A.R. headquarters’ pool shortly after the group’s first mission. He had called her “Nuchalla Oayar” ,which in Aquan meant, “brave one”. She felt safe with a man for the first time in years and found herself kissing the alien. She smiled knowing that he helped to shape the woman she became. A woman who was no longer afraid to be close to a man.
“You complete my son….” Jenna heard a familiar sounding voice in her head that at the same time startled her and filled her with confidence as she grabbed a necklace with a pendant shaped like the insignia on M’anta’s uniform. “He needs you and you need him.”
“Sirak…” Jenna closed her eyes and smiled as she placed the Aquan jewelry around her neck that had been a gift from the king to her “Thank you, your highness.”
A light thump on the balcony heralded the arrival of M’anta and Jenna quickly turned her attention toward the green clad figure opening the double glass doors in front of him. Outside, M’anta could see that Jenna was all dressed up and wondered what she was up to. The day had been full of action for him and ever since he talked to Jenna’s dad, he had felt more confidence about the path the Gods laid out for him. M’anta stood in the doorway, taking in the beauty in front of him wearing a red gown, hair tied back and wearing the necklace his father gave her. He took off his helmet and tossed it on the bed in order to get a better look and sure enough, his eyes did not deceive him.
“Someone’s been all over the news.” Jenna took M’anta’s hands and led him to the Italian leather couch on the other side of the room and sat down.
“I needed to keep busy.” M’anta shrugged and sat beside her. “Your dad thought it’d be a good idea to see how much the world needs people like us. I guess I needed that wake up call.”
“Sounds like you got much needed perspective, di’aga.” Jenna paused for a minute and saw M’anta chuckle a bit. He looked right back at her and fixed some of the blonde hair on his head that fell out of place. “Isn’t it about time someone saved your life?”
“What do you mean?” M’anta looked perplexed. In his mind, Jenna had saved him time and again.
“Prince M’anta Sirak J’arrsti of Aquarius?” Jenna took M’anta’s hands and her eyes welled up with tears and threatened to ruin her mascara. “I know you’re on a path and I can’t imagine not being by your side. You’ve helped me learn to love a man and trust some of them. Now, I see one man needing guidance and a partner on his journey. Will you marry me?”
M’anta smiled and he felt a huge weight lifted off his shoulders. “I was about to ask you the same thing. Yes, Jenna!”
There was then a moment of silence as both sat motionless in response to the answer. Jenna carefully placed her right hand on M’anta’s cheek. In an instant, the pair found themselves kissing on the couch and somehow they both knew that whatever the future held, they would meet and obstacle head on. M’anta held her close and again was able to feel his soon to be wife’s heartbeat. It was the same calm rhythm from that morning.
“Ya A’mas ti.” M’anta spoke the Aquan words for ‘I love you.’ With gratitude in his voice.
“Ya A’mas ti, M’anta.” Jenna replied.
Pokemon Revolution: Johto said:He gave the tiara to Travis, who held it as delicately as if it was a glass treasure. The master of ceremonies, whose eyes finally caught those of Travis’, gave the latter a rather bewildered expression for a long and awkward moment. Travis nodded, gesturing him to go on with the ceremony.
“Will the candidate for Queen please kneel?” The master finally spoke, and everything went quiet, save for a few hushed whispers once the crowd realized that Travis (and not Rondell) had the tiara. Travis approached Katrina and knelt in front of her.
“You deserve this more than anyone I know,” he said, placing the tiara on Katrina’s head perfectly and standing up.
“May I present to you...the King and Queen of the 142nd Golden Moon Festival!” The master of ceremonies shouted. Travis helped Katrina to her feet and heard a sniffle. When Katrina looked at him, tears were welling up in her eyes again. Travis wiped them away with his own hand and looked straight at her. There was nothing else to explain. All that was left was to say it.
“I love you,” he said.
Katrina looked shocked for about a second, then her lip began to quiver. Travis inched closer and Katrina met him, kissing him right on the lips.
That was when time stopped for both of them. Everyday life and the pain and trials thereof no longer existed. The golden moon shining above them...no longer existed. It was as if the cosmos itself no longer existed.
For him, it should have been a dream come true. Ever since he was a small boy who had nothing to him but his name, and she was a small girl raised almost like a princess, he had felt strangely about her. He didn’t understand it growing up. He didn’t know why, back when they were small children, his and Shiro’s friendship nearly ended when the latter hurt Katrina (who, at that point, was only the rich girl across town) while using his roller skates. He didn’t know why, back when they were ten going on eleven, he had shut himself in his room and refused to talk to anyone when he had found out that Katrina and Nate were seeing a lot more of each other. He didn’t know why, when he was twelve and the aforementioned pair had a falling out, he felt an occasional desire to do bodily harm to the latter of the two. He didn’t know why, just recently, her status with him and Shiro had been restored despite the fact that she had been quite close with someone that he outright hated at some points. But now he understood, and it made him feel decades wiser – twelve going on forty.
For her, she felt a burden lifted off of her shoulders. Of the two boys that she was best friends with, she had always been closer to him. Even when she was with Nate, having her first experience at what one would call a steady relationship, she felt that something had been missing. This was a new experience for her, but it hardly felt that way. After everything that she had gone through the past couple of years, she felt rather like a traveler who had finally gotten rid of heavy bags – because, after journeying far and wide, she had come back to where she never should have left. She had come back home.
The first thing that Travis noticed on the outside world (after about what felt like an eternity) was the loud, collective sigh of “Awww............” coming from the crowd, whom he had again forgotten was even there. The second thing he noticed was a laugh. Katrina was laughing and smiling and, like this year’s golden moon, was shining more brightly and more beautifully than ever. Katrina had laid it all to rest, right there, and Travis could see the difference immediately. The color had returned to her face. Even her hair had some of its pep back.
“I love you, too,” she said to him, throwing her arms around him and laughing for the first time in what seemed like ages. Then they heard a deafening BANG and broke apart.
Seemingly right on cue, the fireworks show had started from the roof of the Galleria. Travis and Katrina smiled at each other, held hands, and looked up at the amazing display of light. Shiro and Madeline joined them. The latter was beaming, and the former, as he looked at his best friends, had a sly smirk on his face that was clearly saying, “It’s about time.”
//Dead Links\\ said:When he had formed the complex circles and loops of the pattern, Meddick set the can down. His fingers reeked of the lighter fluid that had dripped on his hands, as did the sash around his neck that he had soaked earlier. He dropped to his knee again, picked up the candle, and then touched the flame to one end of the oily shape on the grass. The fire extended itself across the lawn with a soft whoosh, winding its way along the lines of the fluid trail until it burned brightly as the symbol of the Blessed Journey.
Meddick had to work quickly while the symbol still burned clearly. In a moment, the flames would spread across the lawn, and the signal would be lost. He spread his arms wide, raised his eyes to the stars, and tipped himself forward.
As he fell into the roaring flames, Jeremiah Meddick leapt for joy at the knowledge that he would finally leave his body and begin the journey into the next plane of existence.
Release said:The scar was a reminder, a warning. It reminded her of the lengths Giovanni would go to keep his secrets. She chuckled a little at that, humourlessly, eyes cold. He loved his secrets. Memories of her former comrades ruthlessly pursuing her, viewing her not as the friend they had laughed with, cried with, but as their target in a deadly game of hide and seek, flickered through her mind. If they’d found her, they would’ve killed her, simple as that. Once you were in, you were in. There was only one way out.
-another rustle as the gun was raised and the target sighted, the sharp intake of breath as a finger pulled at the trigger-
A fatal choice, it is, to join the rockets.
bang
A small figure slipped off the back of a chestnut feathered bird, gold hair flashing briefly as it plummeted towards the distant forest, a trail of scarlet following its descent. A distant crash, and then silence.
Crimson seeping into the blood soaked soil..
Yeah, if I could, I'd nominate myself for Most Overlooked, too. >.>
I read fanfic on ff.net far moreso than on Serebii, so I won't be able to nominate for very many categories at the moment. I'll try to read more fics here so I can update this post, however. But for now, I really do want to get a good word in for Fable. XD
Best Fantasy Story:
Fable by Orange Flaaffy
Well, I'm not the organizer of the awards, but Encyclopaedic Pokemon has many different authors. Nominating that would be tricky because you is just one of many people who have worked on it. Myself and several others contributed to that description, creativity and good vocab too, you know XD