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Pixar's "Cars": The Grand Definition of Speed { Smarty & Angel }

Can you play as Lightning McQueen for this segment of the story? He'll be an NPC.

Pixar's "Cars": The Grand Definition of Speed { Smarty & Angel }

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom!

"That sound..."

Zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom!

"That sound..."

Zoom, zoom!

"That's the sound of one thing..."

Whrrrr....!

"Speed... the one trait I hear everyday"

Whrrr! Whrr!

"It's been a normal thing for us. But obstacles were the phobia... a phobia that can take over, and drive you into the pits..."

Whrrr... bam!

"This fear... can flip the ride over, and never spin back up again. This isn't my story..."

Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!"

"This is about two cars, who are willing to bring in the storm"

The story title appears before the audience...

Pixar's "Cars": The Grand Definition of Speed { Smarty & Angel }

Don't worry; you did :)

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

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Lochila Laufeysdottir

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Lochila has been thinking about it all night, and they continued their cycle, as she looked in the mirror that following morning. As far as she was concerned, Torunn was still asleep in the master bed during the seventh hour, and the goddess figured that once she was up, she was up. Dressed, the woman walked out into the main room, and became internally thankful that the lightning didn't create an explosion out of the lookout window nearby. But, she didn't expect the blonde to be up before her. Lochila considered that Torunn could get as much rest as she needed after leaving high-school, but she didn't expect her to be up early. Not at this day and age. Seeing the girl appear so troubled, Lochila knew that she had to tell her. No secrets, or lies, this time.

Approaching the blonde, who stood by the huge window, Lochila towered over her, before giving her a sad smile, and engulfing Torunn in her arms, really to reassure her. This unique bond they had as mother and daughter was different to a typical relationship between any parent and their child. It was a special one yet to be seen. But, if anything, despite what anybody says, Lochila would do anything to keep Torunn safe and happy. As long as the girl was happy, the goddess would feel her sentence becoming a whole lot easier. In addition, she didn't anticipate herself to become very close with the blonde, on a personal level. "Would you like to take a walk with me?", the black-haired woman asked, before releasing her. "Coffee?", she added.

They led themselves out of the penthouse, and onto the sidewalk within the busy city. It was early in the morning, with hardly any people in sight, probably due to the same emergency broadcast from the day before. There was barely anybody out, except for a few of the homeless, and a few joggers; not to mention that the few cars were of no surprise. Picking up a French-vanilla cappuccino for herself, and a beverage of Torunn's choice, the goddess led the girl into the park, being about five minutes away from the coffee shop.

Pirates X-Over: Salazar's Cursed Treasure { Ninja & Angel }

Ned Low didn't smile -- no, he rarely smiled; only making those crooked smirks upon distant, blank facial expressions. He almost seemed to be impaired in both his emotions and thoughts. 'Succinct' would be a better term to describe such behavior for such a maniacal captain like himself. In these waters, Captain Low was, quoted by both his own crew and other bucaneers, "savage and desperate", "peculiarly cruel", and "a man of amazing, grotesque brutality". These were true to the witnesses, and whether he cared or not, Edward didn't have qualms or morals; he was charismatically claimed to be "an honest man of great strength".

The medallion he held by the black string, lightly swayed in the dim candlelight; the skull seemingly laughing in the center. "Your father is Lord Peter Ashe, governor of the Carolina colony", the captain stated in that apathetic voice of his, while both of his "eyes" remained on her. His voice wasn't deep, more like on the baritone scale; not too deep, not too high. "We know him. By 'we', I meant all", he added. "Every pirate who's sailed under a flag knows him", that one blue eye is looking at her now, his tone grim.

"I will be sending a message to him; delivered by one of my men, with the following: 'You are a prisoner of the pirate Captain Ned Low. Your ransom, if he ever wishes to see you alive again, is £250,000 ($323,190). Whether or not he applies to these terms, a new contact will arrive in Charlestown harbor with you in my possession. If I sense a trap, or if the demands are unmet, I'll kill you, and throw your body into the bay'", and he said it all in those words. Ned watched her look at the medallion in his hand, evident by her constant, flicking glances.

"I have no gift for politics; navigation is foreign to me", he shook his head lightly, the medallion still in his hand. This time, looking it over, before standing up from the wooden chair he sat in. "So, 'what am I good at?', you might ask", Ned would guess, before slowly striding to the girl's side, looking down at her, before bending over, so one of his hands laid on the desk, while the other on the head of the chair she sat in. "This is going to sound absurd but", he paused, his apathetic voice slightly softening, making the conversation be between the two of them.

"I make the men feel better about themselves. You see, they can spot a lie when a captain is sickened by his own actions; they feel affected. With me, when they see me slaughter the crew of the Good Fortune, when they see me cut out a man's tongue for lying, when they see me burn a boy alive in front of his father's eyes, they know", it sounded a bit rushed, but it was clear. "They can see it in my eyes", emphasizing to the emotionless appendages. "There's no lie there. There's no secret remorse there. I simply don't have it in me", there was that grim undertone again. He then followed her gaze towards the two recent trinkets on the table. "Like them", he referred to the objects that formerly belonged to a certain someone. "A couple on a British vessel. Sweet thing; the woman, until her man decided to act first. She would have made me an excellent trophy, but then I learn she's married. I pay my respects; I gave her a favor: To join her man", his voice would send chills up someone's spine, until he pulled away from the girl.

"At any rate, I hope that clarifies things, and that it illustrates why it is only fair for me to fully compensate with my men to not touch you, as we reach our destination", the captain stood back up to his full height, continuing to look at the trinket that's in his hand. He then nodded back to Mister Meeks, who reluctantly acknowledged him, by approaching Abigail, and taking her by the upper arm, leading her out of the cabin, and to the brig.

Night At The Museum: A New Twisted Era In History

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Sonic (X) The Hedgehog: Shockwave { Jared & Angel }

@Jaredthefox92

Sounds good :)

Make sure you make a character application for each, and place them in the Char. Section :)

Tales of Asgard: Beyond The Storm { Nallore & Angel }

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Lochila Laufeysdottir

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The goddess allowed the girl to rest against her; all the while, she stroked her blonde hair, as Torunn seemed to be at peace within her arms. These nineteen years of simply raising her proved that Lochila cherished the blonde, through-and-through; that regardless of not being related to her, showed that Lochila continued to love her adoptive family, especially Torunn. In a way, she almost wanted to thank the God of Thunder for giving this punishment to her, and to know that the goddess should not become so dependent upon others, especially Loki. This was a new path for her, and a good start towards walking with independence. She can make her own decisions now, and act on where her heart lies. At this point, it was the girl in her arms.

Hearing Torunn speak of her love, the black-haired woman looked down to meet her gaze, and give her an acknowledging smile. "And I, you", she said, softly and motherly as ever, just as she began to stroke the girl's bare arms, gently. It was moments like these that would always remind Lochila of how close she and Torunn have gotten after these many years. She then looked at the window, the moment Torunn did, and continued to stroke the blonde's arm. "Indeed, it did", she agreed, before going into thought. How was she going to explain this to her? A nineteen year-old girl, who grew up under the wisdom of Earth? A girl who just discovered the pre-tension of having abilities that were not of the human world?

It might happen again, right after the light incident, and if it does, Torunn would demand an explanation from her. The black-haired woman didn't want to act like a coward, and keep it in. So, she decided that she was going to explain it to her tomorrow. No more lies; no more spells. She was going to look at her in the eye, and tell her what exactly was going on. She wasn't her brother; not in the very least. So, around seven-thirty the next morning, she got herself ready, and waited for Torunn in the front room; perhaps take her out for coffee, and take a walk through Central Park.

Dragon Ball Z.5: A Nexus of Warriors { Angel & Mizos }

For the rest of that day, Kinoko could only feel thankful that Goku was there, at the right moment, of needing someone who would give her the much-needed comfort to keep her confidence intact. By far, that argument became too close to home, perhaps for both herself and Vegeta. The Prince's words only continue to fuel her with determination, to the point of trying to find ways of winning his approval of honoring the entire Saiyan race by "acting" like someone destined to represent and lead them, whether alive or deceased. It became the snapping point that only resulted in Kinoko to become even more determined, which led to her offer being directed towards Goku. At that point, she was going to take this new path seriously; the path of becoming stronger to honor her own Saiyan heritage, pride, as well as protect the wellbeing of the residing planet she was upon.

The last thing Kinoko could recall was her earlier sparring session with the younger Saiyan, while she stood a very good distance away from the city, and witnessed the army of clones retreating from it. With her arms crossed, and her battle attire ever so present, the princess made occasional glances in the direction where the Prince was supposedly positioned. She waited for him, feeling the urge to get into the fight, and just revel in the act of eliminating the threat. Her eyes narrowed, just as she picked up Vegeta's signature. She didn't look at him when he spoke, but she did acknowledge him before he could fly away; by unwrapping her arms from her chest, and flexing a fist, looking at it. "I don't intend to", it was a simple response yet a very determined one.

After a few seconds, Kinoko took flight after the Prince. Once she was close enough, she took a shot of Ki, which flew past the Prince, and at a clone, followed by another one. She stopped before them, next to the Majin-Android and the other two Saiyans. "Unlike those we have already fought, even when not at full-power, you're definitely one who loves to keep talking", she said to the army of clones.