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

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Lochila Laufeysdottir

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Lochila took a sip of her cappuccino, just before she heard the voice of the golden girl who walked beside her. Truth be told, on the inside, the goddess was fearful to tell her the truth, but she knew that, sooner or later, Torunn would come demanding for answers. So, Lochila had to build the truth, and tell her now. Besides, she couldn't continue lying; she wasn't her brother. "Listen, Torunn", she sighed.
"I haven't...been completely honest with you", she finally said, after a long moment of silence. The black-haired woman looked to the side for a moment, as they continued to walk down the asphalted path. "The bulbs from last night, weren't from a natural cause. It was done by something far more...otherworldly", the woman paused before adding in a more appropriate word to describe such an experience.

"You may not believe me, but...", she paused once again, and this time, she stopped walking. Her emerald green eyes trailed back up to her. "You made them explode last night. A hidden power well-deep within you; it has just been unleashed", before she could say more, thunder came, and gray clouds began to cover the morning sky. It was strange; first, it was nice dusky morning ray of sun, the next, an overcast.

Thunder came again, and a flash appeared behind the clouds, then another. What is my brother trying to say? The goddess wondered, until she spotted a group of people ahead of them. Lochila approached the small crowd, and once she managed to break through, she was left aghast. A man in his thirties was trying to pick it up, but the object didn't budge. It was some kind of sword, appearing to have a silver blade, and a golden holster. The crater was huge with the blade piercing into the ground. As the two females stood there, lightning continued to flash in the sky.

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

I did see them. Very well done! :) *thumbs up*

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

Okay.

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

Today was the day. The day where she finally convinced her brother to accept in taking his place for the World Grand Prix. Back in Miami, where she would usually take over the streets, she eventually got herself caught, and forced to retire the street-life after being put on parole. Interestingly, even after Thunder left the streets, her name as “champion” would continue to ring in the air from other cars. Especially, female ones. So, she had to say goodbye to her agent Lewis, but she was more than willing to stay in contact with him if she ever felt lonely. That's not to say that she didn't want to talk to her new friends, but still, there are some in the world who are closer to her than others. Plus, it was Lewis' idea to reside with her brother until she gets her life together, after receiving parole.

But then, Thunder personally decided to stay after Lightning got into an accident in his last race. For the past few months, she had been working on their relationship, since they've gone astray during their teenage years and, as a result, they manage to do some brother-sister time, in order to try and grow closer. So far, they're making good progress. Driving into the party hall within Tokyo, it was one of those moments where her paint actually shined, with the dimmed, colorful lights reflecting off of the surface. She did have to get it polished before attending the pre-event, otherwise she wouldn't make a very appealing first impression.

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

I'll be posting a scene at the pre-race party in Tokyo, which will welcome all of the racers at the World Prix.
Lightning has already been injured and, having to be the stubborn, protective brother, goes to the party with Thunder to help represent the team.

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.