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Final Fantasy VIII: Tempus Veneficarum [7/10 Slots]

Alrighty, I've got my others caught up, time to give some love to my neglected Ramses. Working up a post now, should be up in just a few moments.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

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In other words, we're spoilt for conflict!

In the mean time, I'll get started on that TV tropes page. And then I'll do posts. And stuff. XD

@Nightmare Bunny

Oh my, you guys setting one up for this as well? Because the PKMN:tSoN hit me right in the funny bone xD

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@XxFellsingxX
NIIIIIIIIIIINJAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

:3 And glad to hear. Although it is my goal as a writer to have my readers get strange looks from folks. I'M WEIRD AND SO CAN YOU!

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

~Graham Turner~

Life is odd sometimes.

One moment, you’re just standing there, minding your own business, waiting on a rather...quiet authority figure to give you the thumbs up to rush to your bed and catch up on some much needed rest and relaxation. If nothing else, please let his DS or Vita be there. Or, if it’s not too much to ask, O’ Mighty Lords of Chance, maybe allow his guitar? That’d be all that and a bag of Fritos.

But the next?

The next moment everything that you knew to be good and right with the world is wadded up and thrown the fuck away because one of your new friends decides to just take a big ol’ steaming shit of the laws of physics. She WAS behind him. That he knew to be true. Then he left. That was also true.

And then she had just materialized right before his goddamn eyes.

THAT SHOULDN’T BE FUCKING POSSIBLE.

But that was true too, apparently.

And to beat it all, her sudden appearance right in front of him, and rather close as well, made Graham stumbled back out of sheer surprise. And he landed right on his ass. Some of the students behind him laughed at the tiny little clown.

Do you enjoy the wee-man’s silly antics, fools?!

ARE YOU NOT AMUSED?!!

But Graham didn’t bark at them. Not yet. Not with the Head Honcho standing mere yards from him. His vengeance shall be dealt, oh yes, but not yet. It must simmer.

His dark plans were not directed to Kitty though. Or perhaps they had been, but…

“Whoops! Sorry about that. Why’d you keep running off like that, anyway?”

Well...shit. He couldn’t rightly be pissed at a concerned friend now, could he?

Well, yes. He could. But he’d be a giant jackass. That wouldn’t fly, guy.

Graham got up and brushed himself off, ignoring the snickering going on behind them.

He looked at the VeePee, then back to Kitty. He lowered his voice and looked down.

“I’ve gotta spread my wings and fly, chica. There’s a whole lotta world out there and only so much Graham to go around, y’know?”

He waited a moment, then coughed.

Then he mumbled.

“I uh...couldn’t see. Back there. Too many Talls in the way.”

He admitted it with just a hint of shame. Most of the other guys he knew that were his age had already found their height. Graham’s kind of got lost in transit. Or delivered to some other asshat who was now banging his head off basketball hoops. So yeah, he was a little self-conscious about being short. It wasn’t like he was a chick who could get by seeing the world at this altitude. There would come a time when he needed to get something off the top shelf, and dammit, his pride as a man would not allow him to ask someone else for help.

SO GET YOUR ASS IN GEAR, MOTHER NATURE.

That little inner outburst almost became a big outter inburst. But somehow he kept his thoughts in line.

Then the Smith lady spoke.

Announcing roommates.

Wicked.

The first grouping was Aspen, Alexis, and Kitty. Well, right on. The three of them might be able to move and groove together. Then was Anastasia and...Olivia? OH! The chick from the train. The species traitor. The one of the smugheads that decided against telling the poor little freshies about the hellish abomination they got to so pleasantly meet.

Well, just for that, Graham decided that he would continue the asshatish tradition. No freshie would get the 4-1-1 from him.

Then Deia? The uh...confined one. Special treatment, eh? Well, that had to be embarrassing. He’d try to be cool to her. Or not. Depends how she was. We’re all equal in ‘Murica, gurl.

...Or, y’know, wherever they were. Probably Earth. Hopefully Earth. Oh dear Allfather, please let it still be Earth.

Then some of the dudes were next.

Cheol and Smughead. Poor Cheol. How would he ever survive the massive ego of the self-righteous crusader? He’d probably suffocate during the night. It’s all good, buddy boy. You shall be remembered.

Still...who’d that leave him with?

If it was the mini-horror, he was noping right the fuck away. But he was spared.

Scorpios. The Irish bro. He could live with that. They were both from the redneck pits of their respective countries. Scorpios’ being literal rednecks. Due to the red hair. There were a lot of redheads in Ireland, right? Graham didn’t know. Well, the Kentucky public education system hadn’t really done much to enrich the boy’s worldview. He was what one might call, culturally starved. It was probably Scotland. Or one of the ‘lands.

Next was Sam and Jack? Well, Graham didn’t know either of them. Maybe one day? Maybe they’d be kewl katz as well. One could only hope.

Then Smith just up and threw out a free-for-all on the actual rooms. Well...they were dorms, right? All the same? Graham didn’t rightly give a fuck then. Four walls and a bed would serve him just fine.

And then out of nowhere, she calls for Dr. Murse. Graham didn’t know why, but he was sure as hell going to find out. When the crowd split for the good nurse, Graham peered through.

Cheol.

Poor little Cheol was out cold.

The fuck?

The nurse carried him off to the Infirmary. Graham made a mental note to visit the guy. The little dude was his friend, whether Cheol liked it or not. He had been labeled as such, so shall it be. Besides, they were brothers in short. If one were to stack on another’s shoulders, perhaps they could blend in the the Talls, to live amongst them, to see how the other side do.

Yeah…

Graham wished the kid the best, but thought he’d be fine. Superschool was bound to have a Supermedbay, right? Probably someone tucked away that could just touch the boy and remove his illness.

After a few moments, he looked around. He saw Kitty. He saw the others a bit back. But he didn’t see the dude he would be living with.

Yet.

“SCORPIOS, TO ME! TO ME, SCORPIOS!”

The boy shouted, probably ripping his vocal cords to oblivion. They say that if one listens closely, they can still hear his call bouncing off the hills to this very day.

“¡Ándale, boyo!”

Pokemon: The Shadow of Nemesis

<Snipped quote by Ogobrogo>

I don't know if you were trying to sound creepy or not there but all I could think of was this:

@XxFellsingxX

When in doubt, always go with Mufasa. May he guide us to the Eternal Pridelands, where we may hunt and frolic until the end of times. Where there shall be no wildebeest, only antelope.

Mufasa be with you.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

Awww, Dorian is a sensitive soul, ain't he?

Also, Dorian's absolutely right about how stupid Nina's idea is XD I mean, yes, Nina, I know you want to make the kids feel like adults, but... well, they're not XD

Also, I keep on having to remind myself that Cheol is thirteen and one of the youngest of all the kid characters.

@XxFellsingxX

He reminds me of JD from Scrubs.

Except hateful.

And tattoo'd.

And there's the whole nurse thing.

And the light hair.

And JD wasn't superpowered...

...

ALRIGHT, SO THEY ONLY SHARE THE NAME DORIAN! WHATEVER. I DON'T EVEN CARE, I LOVED SCRUBS.

Pokemon: The Shadow of Nemesis

I'll wait for Ogo to write his post before I finish up the one he started. That way, I won't have Peggy just standing there going "Oh, you guys are back... wait, where's Avery?"

@XxFellsingxX

Avery is always with you. ALWAYS.

Pokemon: The Shadow of Nemesis

~Avery Grant~

Avery shot his head back and greedily devoured all of the air that he could. His poor Lungs were begging for more of the stuff, but the little oxygen-addicts would surely explode if he took in any more. And that didn’t sound fun. He liked Lungs. Especially the left one. Right was cool, but Left was the real workhorse.

"I can help you get the webbing out of your hair, too? It's not really too hard, actually... but Spinarak webbing is kind of like glue, and if you don't get it out right, you might have to cut it out."

Cut?

Cut what?

His hair?

Avery touched his head. There was web alright. His hand continued moving up, and more and more of the webbing encased his hand. And it didn’t seem to want to get off. How would he ever get it all off? Fire? That might work. All he would have to do is roll around in a firepit for a little bit...but...but then he’d be all charred. And so would his hair. It would probably burn up, leaving him bald and defenseless against the sun. Which wasn’t cool. Sunburns were bad enough on his arms and whatnot. The jolt when they were touched was the stuff of nightmares. To have one on his head...how would he sleep?! Everytime he put his head against the pillow, he would be shocked with pain. So he couldn’t sleep. And if he couldn’t sleep, how would he have enough energy to do the important stuff, like lounging or napping?! And if he couldn’t do those, eventually he would die. And worst of all…

He would die bald.

No.

Avery nodded to Melody.

“I don’t wanna be bald. Please and thank you.”

Good. Melody had just said something about being a hair master or something. Why, she had probably tamed every follicle from Sinnoh to New Bark. If anyone could dominate the unruly riot-starting hair web, it would be her.

"So, where did we decide we were going? I still think Blackthorn would be best."

Avery thought for a moment, still trying to defend his scalp against the invading silky menace.

“Elm said Blackthorn, right? He always gives some good advice. I say we follow it.”

He spoke up, loud enough for the group, but not really directed to anybody. All of his attention was on the vile enemy. Or at least it had been. Then out of nowhere…

"Whoa, I leave for a while and when I come back all hell has broken loose. What happened?"

It was the musicman! He was back? Avery had thought for sure he had settled on the peaceful New Bark life...but he couldn’t blame the guy for having second thoughts. The call of the wild is a tempting mistress. When she beckons, one obeys.

What Avery had not recalled, was that there really was no farewells or splitting of the group in a dramatic fashion. They had gathered at the town’s edge, then left. Apparently without the guy. Whoever was keeping the head check should be fired and bludgeoned with improvised weapons.

...was it Avery?

IN ANY CASE, the webman was absolutely thrilled to see the singer. Now he could have music whenever he wanted. Poor Jackson, having just returned to the group, had been selected as an idiot’s personal jukebox. One which Avery would try to take advantage of as soon as possible.

But for now?

WEBBING.

Brain crept up behind InnerAvery and whispered in his ear, ‘Go forth, my child. Roll in the grass. Give into your inner hooligan. It is the only way to true freedom. BEGONE YE SHACKLES OF GOOEY OPPRESSION! THERE CAN BE ONLY FUN!’

And who was Avery to deny Brain? After all, Brain was a pretty stand-up organ. And he almost would have, but as he was heading to his designated wallowing pit, he saw a different set of organs.

Seeing organs.

Pissed-off seeing organs.

MANY pissed-off seeing organs.

Nope.

He might be an idiot, but he wasn’t an idiot.

Pokemon: The Shadow of Nemesis

OGO IS BACK AND FEELING LIKE MOTHAFUCKIN' MONEY HERE TOO!

If you haven't finished yours yet, I could throw up an Avery responding to poor, neglected Mel. Or if you have, go for it. I'll go with the flow. Karma karma karma karma, karma chameleon. You come and go, you come and go.

Herculean Academy, The Top School for Aspiring Superheroes: Prologue

OGO IS BACK AND FEELING LIKE MOTHAFUCKIN' MONEY.

I'll have a post up in just a few.

Pokemon: The Shadow of Nemesis

I'm uh...I'm not feeling quite the best, so I think I'm gonna lie down for a bit. Later all. Have a pleasant evening.