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The Spirits Within

"Umm, not be a huge bother, or anything, and, you know, I'm the LAST person to cause a fuss and what not, but, umm," Freddy paused, then pointed at Puck and glared, "You owe me a fucking hot dog! I never got time to grab one myself and arrived LATE to that meeting because my shitmongering history teacher had to rant and rave and shriek about how his stupid freaking suit was a gift from his grandfather or whatever. Then he went on to talk about how I of all people should understand ancestral gifts because of my heritage, which you all might note is freaking racist as hell considering my freaking GRANDPARENTS were born in the US! I forget what type of asian I'm even supposed to BE! So thanks to your hilarious knee slapper of a prank, I'm unfed and unshowered. I'm going to rush to grab my shower, but you give me a freaking hotdog you manic freaking fairy."

Freddy paused, then glanced at Thael, "No offense. Umm, from the gay jokes. I'm just using them as vague insults and whatnot. Hell, I called him manic and that's kind of my deal anyways."

He then rounded back at Puck, "Which reminds me! Have you even looked into a therapist? I have been working myself to the bone finding people willing to work with freaking US, explaining to them that technically we aren't held to the same standards of mental health as the rest of the military, explaining that our powers won't just explode on them if we start crying or whatever, and I've found a few unqualified DIPSHITS and nothing else! You haven't, have you?"

Freddy put his hands on his waist, glaring daggers at Puck, angry over something completely different from the prank now, "Sweet lord Satan, Puck. Your mental health is important to us! Will you not please just put forth a token effort at taking care of it!?"

Freddy made sure not to look at Thael. He wasn't sure he could keep talking seriously to Puck if he thought about Thael. Thael. Tall, strong, handsome Thael. Kind, somewhat narrow-minded but undeniably good Thael. Freddy swore the man was born in a superman outfit, and looked freaking adorable in it.

To say Freddy had a crush on him would be a vast understatement. It had started a few years ago and he'd been smitten ever since.

Of course, he yelled at Thael when he screwed up all the same. He loved ALL of them. Like hell the one he got a boner for would be off the hook.

Veritas

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Veritas

Oops I posted.

I am actually myself surprised by what I typed. I didn't think of David as actually being able to keep his head in a combat situation, but then it came out that way.

Isn't it just darling when your own characters surprise you? :D

Veritas

David stared in horror and amazement and awe at the man. Horror, because what he was witnessing was some freaky shit. This man - no, this thing - was herding them together with shadows that threatened to swallow them up. David stared, and saw two black orbs taking them all in, looking for all purposes like a cat with a mouse in its claws. There was a predatory, malicious satisfaction in its gaze.

And there was the awe. David had always thought humanity was supreme, but this thing clearly thought itself superior in every way. He could read it in its body language. When it spoke, it spoke as if to an inferior. It had nothing to fear from them, it thought. It had no reason to respect them, it thought. It had no reason to care about them, it thought. And so it gave them a cage of shadows, like the beasts they were.

And it tried to drown them.

David felt the crashing waves do what crashing waves do. Crash. Directly into him. He was carried with the torrent, turned head over heels in the water. He barely managed to prevent himself from gasping for breath, an action that would no doubt have spelled his death. He pinched his nose to keep it shut as he rode out the wave, eventually being tossed on the ground. He landed hard on his right arm, and slid. He came to a stop, and took note of his situation.

He was alive. That was the first thing he had to assume. It wasn't even worth it to check that. It would only be wasted milliseconds, milliseconds that could spell the death of him or Mal or Elli or everyone. Milliseconds that were more precious than gold.

His right arm hurt from him more or less landing on it, but he hadn't had much downward momentum anyways. He'd hurt it pretty good, but it was simply something he had to suffer through. However, he was no soldier, and so pain could disable him just as easily as an actual injury. Thus a precious second was wasted on suffering.

His left arm held his pistol in a death grip. His knuckles were white and pale as death himself, and more than ready to bring it.

David was a peaceful man(more of a boy, really). When he found a spider in his home, he just made sure its web wasn't in the way, and if it was a large or poisonous one he found a way to put it safely outside. At one point he'd had a burglar while he was still at home, and he'd convinced the man through simple words to just go away, with no threats of police or violence or anything. David was no warmonger. David was no soldier, warrior or killer.

But even David had his passions. And though murder was a black deed indeed, there was nothing darker and more vile than slavery. David didn't want to commit a murder, but god dammit that thing had enslaved a species. It thought it was doing the right thing, it thought there was no other way. It thought that this was the only thing it could do to make the world a better place.

David recognized that. He also recognized that he thought the same of his actions. Neither would back down, both were firm in their beliefs and David knew that and his soul cried out for it.

But in the end, he did not run. He did not parley. What he did was get up, raise his arms and wave them. He wanted to distract the Guardian from his frie-...from his allies, and keep that attention on himself. He was young and spry, and likely the quickest one of the group. He had serious doubts about his ability to avoid what it threw at him, but there was one simple thing that kept David confident in his plan's success.

He already knew it could bleed.

"Kalumnia nulla magis!" David cried as he aimed his pistol and fired. He was no world class marksman, and he had no doubt that despite the fact that it was not too far a distance that he had missed. Despite that, though, he had hopefully established himself as the threat to attack, and so he finished his warcry, "Volumus veritas!"

Veritas

Aria is a titan of focus. One time, she had a contest with a goldfish to see who could focus longer. They both promptly forgot about it, but she later accidentally killed the goldfish, thus making her the default winner.

The Spirits Within

I've actually been thinking about Freddy's theme song. My findings is that he has several.

Clearly, at least one needs to be loud and angry. This would be Give it All by Rise Against. This is because Freddy puts 100% of himself into the causes he finds important(which is a lot of them). He shrieks and yells a lot, but when he's angry on behalf of someone else, "there's a reason why I sing".

Next would be Fort Minor's Remember the Name. Clearly not all of the lines apply to him(he isn't exactly quiet and humble) but several of the descriptions fit him well, and it does describe his psyche pretty well. Freddy began with the luck of meeting Sam. After that, it's been him struggling to be a good person and be worthy of his new friends(skill). Freddy deals with a serious mental disorder and refuses to stand down when his friends are in trouble(concentrated power of will). He has found some measure of happiness with these people. He even loved Puck, though the guy irritates the hell out of him(pleasure). And so, Freddy stands through his suffering, because he's got things to live for. So what if one half of him hurts and the other half hurts worse? He can deal with the pain.

His main one, however, would be this:

Because Freddy is angry, pissy, emotional, boisterous, brutally honest and kind of a mega douche, but god dammit he's not fighting for himself. He's fighting for his friends. He yells at them, and he stumbles and fails and messes up and is generally a substandard human being to them, and he knows this. He is grateful that they put up with him, and he loves them far more than he loves himself. They brightened his world, and helped him to grow as a person.

Plus I find it hilarious to think of Freddy ruining this beautiful song by shrieking the lyrics and adding in expletives.

"YOU INSUFFERABLE DICKWAFFLES, NOW THAT YOU'VE TOUCHED ME I NO LONGER COWER, LIKE A PUSSY, I'M WRECKING SHIT FOR YOUUUUUUUUUUU. I'M FIIIIIGHTING FOR YOOO-, GOD DAMMIT PUCK WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT HOTDOG YOU MALFORMED TROGLODYTE."

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My mouse is actually a miniature giant space hamster. His name is Boo.

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Freddy Gaga?

Veritas

Gosh darn it kids I look away for one minute and now there's all these posts and what not. In my day, we didn't have your fancy computers or internet. Our social media was going out and beating up a minority group like the good old days!

On that note, I feel so uncultured now since I've only gotten about 1/10th of the media you guys have referenced. XD For what it's worth, though, I can say that I myself love british accents and really almost any accent. And I'm certainly boisterous.

And I did understand the Ted reference. Yay!

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Freddy was feeling decently happy for once.

Freddy had an odd thing about him in that he remembered what happened when he was drunk much better than most. He remembered joking around and partying and just having a good time. He drank as much as he could(which really wasn't that much, he was more or less a light weight), and formed some rather hilarious moments with his friends. Freddy just had a good time, and was more or less content.

He looked at his clock, still basking in the after glow of a fun night out.

Oh shit.

"Paint huffing unholy son of Satan!" he swore, getting out of bed and very quickly taking his shower and dressing up. He had slept in late, almost to 10 o'clock. He had to hurry and start his day.

As he opened the door to leave his dorm room, time seemed to slow down. He only had a slight moment in which he'd noticed the door resisted his pushing more than it should, before he looked up. His jaw almost dropped, but he somehow had the presence of mind to shut it, and his eyes, tightly and look down. His hands shot up too late, as the bucket turned over and spilled it's glittery, gooey, colorful contents all over the perpetually angry individual.

After a few moments of shock, Freddy turned crimson red and shrieked out, "ROYCE PUCK GUYVERS!"

Freddy shoved Puck's door open. Puck was sitting up now, seeming quite happy. Freddy turned even redder in the face.

"Sorry to interrupt your fucking AFTERGLOW after what was no doubt a wonderful night of love making, but can you please explain this god damned ART HERPES THAT IS ALL OVER MY BODY!?" Freddy shrieked.

Puck got up, and slowly strode over to him.

"No."

"No!?" Freddy snapped.

Puck took another step closer, now just an arm's length from Freddy, "No."

"God dammit Puck this is not freaking cool! This is so not cool that the very sun is looking in on this in jealousy saying, 'dayum son, I wish I was that not cool!'. It's so not cool that even the worst celebrity douchefucker would just sort of uncomfortably shuffle away, feeling disturbed by how not cool this is! It's so not cool-"

"No..." Puck said, stepping very close. His breath was on Freddy's lips, and his eyes were staring into his. Freddy sputtered and stopped. Puck had a pleading look in his eyes, and Freddy suddenly noticed Puck wasn't exactly fully dressed yet. The blood rushed to Freddy's cheeks, and then to somewhere else as Puck drew ever so close.

"No..." Puck said, "No homo."

Then he grabbed Freddy's pants and pulled them down.

Puck shot out of his room, swift as a ninja. Freddy stumbled over his pants, roaring out, "SWEET UNHOLY BUDDHA I AM GOING TO TAKE THIS GLITTER GLUE AND SHOVE IT SO FAR UP YOUR ANUS THAT IT'LL COAT YOUR TONGUE! NEXT TIME YOU'RE WITH THAEL HIS DICK WILL BE SO GLITTERY THAT PEOPLE WILL COME FROM THE 80S TO DANCE AROUND IT!"

Freddy pulled up his pants and rushed after Puck as he shrieked, fury lending strength to his leg muscles. Puck was swift and clever, but Freddy was being powered by sheer IMPOTENT FURY. He rushed with the speed of a cheetah in pursuit of its prey. Puck turned right and started going down a new hallway, and Freddy skidded to a stop to follow him down that hallway. Suddenly, Puck was on him, bowling him over and rushing away again. Freddy was knocked over, but he used the momentum to roll to his feet once more. He turned and rushed after Puck, glitter glue spattering on the floor. Puck stopped suddenly, and shifted right just as Freddy would have reached him.

Freddy collided, not with Puck, but with his history teacher. Freddy got more intimate with that teacher than he had with anyone else in his short life, as he failed to cancel his momentum and slammed into the man. They both fell over, Freddy coating the teacher's suit in glittery glue.

Puck was nowhere to be found.

"...Mr. Kang..." the teacher said.

"...Yes Mr. Dean?"

Long story short, Freddy was paying for the man's dry cleaning.

Twenty minutes after the announcement over the PA, Freddy finally arrived, glue clinging to his face and hair, unfed, and furious.

"...Fuck Puck."