Hibiscus
Just Relaxing
Luke tilted his head backwards to view the figure. "No, not usually.". Luke struggled to stand, but got to his feet, placing himself in front of Jane.
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Fantasy Slayers: Modern Maniacs
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PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
The figure let out a maniacal laugh and tossed down the fire. The blast landed in front of the Slayers, made to scare them. "You shall not succeed, the darkness will consume you!" The figure shouted before vanishing.
Hibiscus
Just Relaxing
Luke jumped back from the fire, but was not hit by it. "Holy Fuck!".
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
"I think the dark mages mean business!" Jane shouted.
Hibiscus
Just Relaxing
"You aren't kidding!" He turned to face Jane, "Screw this, we are going to Grey.".
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
"Let's move!" Jane commanded and began to run off the field with everyone.
Hibiscus
Just Relaxing
Luke was jogging behind them, unable to run. "I'll catch up, go tell Grey." He was falling behind quite fast.
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
"No, we stick together!" Jane said, falling back to him and throw his arm over her shoulder so she could help him move. "C'mon, let's go." She said and guided him in the same direction as the others.
Hibiscus
Just Relaxing
"Sweetheart, calm down, no one is going to hurt you." She was frantic, obviously distressed. He didn't want her to worry, for they were Slayers, nothing could kill them that easy, right?
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
"Cut the sweet stuff, we've got fireballs inbound!" She said. The one throwing the fireballs was gone, but her caution was understandable.
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
Hibiscus
Just Relaxing
(Yay for not having school yet 
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PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
(oh hush...don't make me beat you like Jane would Luke...but he's hurt, lol)
Hibiscus
Just Relaxing
(He's not hurt, just a flesh wound)
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
(oh whatever! xD on with the show! lol)
Hibiscus
Just Relaxing
(Go ahead )
)
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
(already posted this but I don't feel like making anyone going back to the previous page, lol)
"Cut the sweet stuff, we've got fireballs inbound!" She said. The one throwing the fireballs was gone, but her caution was understandable.
"Cut the sweet stuff, we've got fireballs inbound!" She said. The one throwing the fireballs was gone, but her caution was understandable.
Soviet Panda
Red Panda Commanda.
"He looks bad." Conner said before the first fire ball fell, then said "Yep, he is definitely bad." Taking his shotgun, he takes a few potshots at the dark figure. After he did that, he shook Amelia even harder, muttering "You really got to wake up now Amelia."
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
"We need to-" Jane started, but was soon interrupted by a sudden surge of force in her head, making her grab her forehead in pain, the same wave of energy soon hitting the other Slayers. "Children, put your rings together in a circle, trust me. Hurry!" Mr. Grey's voice said from...inside of their heads? That telepathy of his...amazing. Jane soon let go and extended her arm out. "Come on guys, connect the rings!" She said, not questioning it, just doing it.
Hibiscus
Just Relaxing
Luke pulled Jane's hand down, putting his ring to his, "God that telepathy hurts.".
Soviet Panda
Red Panda Commanda.
Not questioning why, Conner put his ring in and managing to get Amelia's hand in as well. His face was pale, between the werewolves, fire balls, and now this, Conner was starting to panic.
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
(we've assumed Terra' c=got lost in the crowd and Takao isn't there...so I guess it's just the four of them)
Once the rings' jewels were connected, a flash on light appeared, pulling the teens into a type of portal, zapping them to the Pit. Suddenly, they were all standing within the safety of the Pit, Mr. Grey standing a few feet away. "Oh thank goodness, you're all alright!" He said, thankful. Jane dropped her arm for the circle of rings.
Once the rings' jewels were connected, a flash on light appeared, pulling the teens into a type of portal, zapping them to the Pit. Suddenly, they were all standing within the safety of the Pit, Mr. Grey standing a few feet away. "Oh thank goodness, you're all alright!" He said, thankful. Jane dropped her arm for the circle of rings.
Soviet Panda
Red Panda Commanda.
"Ya, we're all good." Conner said tiredly. He didn't know why he was tired, probably the adrenaline leaving his system, but at that moment, he just wanted to lay down.
PenBlade1326
The Faint Light In The Dark Tunnel Of Life
Mr. Grey used his magic to set the still unconscious Amelia on a table. Jane thought of when Amelia did magic...was Amelia a witch of some kind? Jane helped Luke to a table, making sure he was alright before she started searching for supplies to tend to the wounds properly.
Jane returned with the supplies and started to tend to Luke's wounds, acting with care and effectiveness.
Jane returned with the supplies and started to tend to Luke's wounds, acting with care and effectiveness.
MysticPisces
Member
Amelia's eyes fluttered open, but her vision was still white and blurry. She was lying down, she realized that much, and that somebody had been holding onto her. As her vision fully returned, however, she realized she was alone and in a dark room she didn't recognize. It looked like it was a room in the pit, the stonework seemed familiar. It was a small chamber just barely enough to lie down in, but the ceiling was high. The only light came from a window set high in one of the walls, but it was dim, like it was night time outside. The rain that hit the panes drew moving, snakelike shadows across the slate floor. It was quiet and cold. Amelia stood up and examined one of the corners, thinking that there could possibly be some sort of hinge or panel to reveal an exit.
"I don't believe I have had the pleasure," came a familiar voice from over her shoulder. She turned to find herself face to face with Luke, but he seemed to be looking through her. He held out his hand, awaiting an introduction from her, it seemed.
"Luke, don't be daft," she said, putting her hands on her hips, unimpressed with his untimely wit. "It's me, Amelia. We've known each other for days," she said slowly, sidestepping past his strangely piercing gaze. His eyes and head didn't follow her, he still remained fixated on the corner.
"It is nice to meet you Amelia, unless of course I have met you before?" he continued, suddenly turning to face Amelia. He grasped and shook an invisible hand in front of her with his charming, ignorant smile. Of course he wouldn't remember her, he was a senior and she was just a sophomore. She was nobody - just a silly girl with a pretty face. As if he would remember all of the girls that fawned over him in the halls of the school. Still, he was rather charming and not difficult on the eyes.
"Oh, God! He likes her!" said Takao from somewhere behind Amelia. She turned to look, but there was nobody there. When she turned back to Luke, he was gone, too. But she could feel them nearby, staring. They were always staring. Those prying eyes that noticed every little imperfection, barked and bit and poked and prodded at all the disorganized things in Amelia's life. They kept her from being herself, kept her from doing what she wanted to do, what she needed to do to move on with her life. They asked questions, too many questions. Why was she always in a hurry, what did she need to clean up for? Why couldn't she stop and listen and smell and view the beautiful world around her?
"Because the world is not a beautiful place," Amelia told them, all the voices and eyes and people that judged and faulted her. There were monsters in this world. Horrible beasts that would destroy them all if given the opportunity, and not all of them were inhuman. Some of them looked like loved ones, like relatives and parents. "You would cower in shock if you saw the things I've seen... the things I've done," she admitted to them, trembling as she recalled the events from her past.
"Or perhaps you should relax and not worry so much. It's the first day, no need to stress out."
Sure enough, Jane appeared in a corner, sitting on a table that happened to be in the tiny room, placing her uncomfortably close to Amelia. Jane had her arms crossed and had an ear bud in one ear, her vile music blasting. "You know, I really tried to like you," Amelia said to the freshman, pointing an angry finger right in her face, "but someone had to think. If left to your own devices, you would spin out of control in an instant," she continued, throwing her arms up in frustration. "Have you ever looked at the path of destruction you've left in your wake? I have," she admitted quietly. "I've seen a family devastated by the things I've hidden, the things I've revealed, and the things I lied about... continue to lie about," she said, thinking of her family and the friends they lost because of her actions. Her poor father, her crazy mother - all her fault.
"Man...you're a prissy know-it-all, aren't you?"
"No," Amelia said to Jane, turning away from her. "I'm not. I know nothing," she gasped more than said, weeping. The world was now too much for her to handle. There were so many unknowns, too many variables. It didn't make sense. "And magic," Amelia thought out loud. "What do I know about magic? I spent all that time trying to figure it out... and for what? I still can't do anything."
And then something even stranger happened. A voice came from inside Amelia herself, a voice that wasn't her own. It sounded like it was coming from behind her head, or perhaps it was from the farthest reaches of her mind. She couldn't tell where it came from, but it spoke to her. Not with words, but she understood what it was saying. Harness the gift you have discovered, it said. Use me for your own means.
"But honestly, how hard could it be? It's in our blood right?" Luke said, leaning against the table beside Jane. It sounded like he was talking about magic, but that would be crazy. She knew he had said this before, though. They had all said these things before, right?
"All of you were born into the Slayer families. It's your destiny," came Mr. Grey's voice.
"So you're saying I should use magic?" Amelia asked, not believing a word he said. "Just three days ago, you were lecturing me on the dangers of just borrowing books from the Pit!" she said to the ceiling, unsure where the voice had come from.
"It seems they're ready to fight back...are you, Amelia?"
"C'mon, Ms. Perfection, it's destiny."
Amelia nodded. If the world was unsafe, if there were people in danger, Amelia would fight back with whatever she could. And if that meant practicing magic, so be it.
"Peace is not an option."
"Peace is always an option, Mr. Grey," Amelia said, turning around to find him in the last corner of the chamber. Then, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes in the real world.
"I don't believe I have had the pleasure," came a familiar voice from over her shoulder. She turned to find herself face to face with Luke, but he seemed to be looking through her. He held out his hand, awaiting an introduction from her, it seemed.
"Luke, don't be daft," she said, putting her hands on her hips, unimpressed with his untimely wit. "It's me, Amelia. We've known each other for days," she said slowly, sidestepping past his strangely piercing gaze. His eyes and head didn't follow her, he still remained fixated on the corner.
"It is nice to meet you Amelia, unless of course I have met you before?" he continued, suddenly turning to face Amelia. He grasped and shook an invisible hand in front of her with his charming, ignorant smile. Of course he wouldn't remember her, he was a senior and she was just a sophomore. She was nobody - just a silly girl with a pretty face. As if he would remember all of the girls that fawned over him in the halls of the school. Still, he was rather charming and not difficult on the eyes.
"Oh, God! He likes her!" said Takao from somewhere behind Amelia. She turned to look, but there was nobody there. When she turned back to Luke, he was gone, too. But she could feel them nearby, staring. They were always staring. Those prying eyes that noticed every little imperfection, barked and bit and poked and prodded at all the disorganized things in Amelia's life. They kept her from being herself, kept her from doing what she wanted to do, what she needed to do to move on with her life. They asked questions, too many questions. Why was she always in a hurry, what did she need to clean up for? Why couldn't she stop and listen and smell and view the beautiful world around her?
"Because the world is not a beautiful place," Amelia told them, all the voices and eyes and people that judged and faulted her. There were monsters in this world. Horrible beasts that would destroy them all if given the opportunity, and not all of them were inhuman. Some of them looked like loved ones, like relatives and parents. "You would cower in shock if you saw the things I've seen... the things I've done," she admitted to them, trembling as she recalled the events from her past.
"Or perhaps you should relax and not worry so much. It's the first day, no need to stress out."
Sure enough, Jane appeared in a corner, sitting on a table that happened to be in the tiny room, placing her uncomfortably close to Amelia. Jane had her arms crossed and had an ear bud in one ear, her vile music blasting. "You know, I really tried to like you," Amelia said to the freshman, pointing an angry finger right in her face, "but someone had to think. If left to your own devices, you would spin out of control in an instant," she continued, throwing her arms up in frustration. "Have you ever looked at the path of destruction you've left in your wake? I have," she admitted quietly. "I've seen a family devastated by the things I've hidden, the things I've revealed, and the things I lied about... continue to lie about," she said, thinking of her family and the friends they lost because of her actions. Her poor father, her crazy mother - all her fault.
"Man...you're a prissy know-it-all, aren't you?"
"No," Amelia said to Jane, turning away from her. "I'm not. I know nothing," she gasped more than said, weeping. The world was now too much for her to handle. There were so many unknowns, too many variables. It didn't make sense. "And magic," Amelia thought out loud. "What do I know about magic? I spent all that time trying to figure it out... and for what? I still can't do anything."
And then something even stranger happened. A voice came from inside Amelia herself, a voice that wasn't her own. It sounded like it was coming from behind her head, or perhaps it was from the farthest reaches of her mind. She couldn't tell where it came from, but it spoke to her. Not with words, but she understood what it was saying. Harness the gift you have discovered, it said. Use me for your own means.
"But honestly, how hard could it be? It's in our blood right?" Luke said, leaning against the table beside Jane. It sounded like he was talking about magic, but that would be crazy. She knew he had said this before, though. They had all said these things before, right?
"All of you were born into the Slayer families. It's your destiny," came Mr. Grey's voice.
"So you're saying I should use magic?" Amelia asked, not believing a word he said. "Just three days ago, you were lecturing me on the dangers of just borrowing books from the Pit!" she said to the ceiling, unsure where the voice had come from.
"It seems they're ready to fight back...are you, Amelia?"
"C'mon, Ms. Perfection, it's destiny."
Amelia nodded. If the world was unsafe, if there were people in danger, Amelia would fight back with whatever she could. And if that meant practicing magic, so be it.
"Peace is not an option."
"Peace is always an option, Mr. Grey," Amelia said, turning around to find him in the last corner of the chamber. Then, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes in the real world.
