Hey everyone! Your posts have all been absolutely super! Just to echo what you've been saying, the feels that you've all been giving me is just... so, so strong. And I love how imaginative you've made everyones' nightmares too, not to mention the sheer quality of the writing itself.
Simply beautiful and amazing. :'D
I'm glad you're all having fun writing it too. I think the response to this has been really, really positive. I'm glad :D
As for my post, well... Don fucked even having nightmares up. Oops.
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In the grey, wind swept skies above the Kingdom of Ritona, an airship glided through the air, its propellers whirling frantically as the military aircraft drew closer to its destination.
Within the plane’s cockpit, three men were seated, including a pilot whose hands gripped the joystick tightly, turning the craft in gradual increments to combat their turbulence. To his side was a well dressed man with grey, messy hair and cold blue eyes garbed in dark clothing befitting the rank of a lieutenant reclined in his seat comfortably. In-between the seated pilot and lieutenant, a soldier crouched on one knee, offered his superior his latest report.
“Where’s the girl?” Asked the lieutenant.
“In five minutes, she’ll be facing a firing squad Herr Lieutenant,” The soldier nodded.
“And the prisoner?” The lieutenant’s hands affectionately stroked the head of his pet crocodile.
“Still trussed up, in the cargo hold.”
“Excellent. As for ou-”
Breaking through the curtains that closed off the cockpit’s canopy from the rest of the craft, a well dressed man in a stylish leather jacket, rugged good looks, chiselled cheeks and majestic coif stepped in; smoking cigarette lingering in his lips as he eyed the three soldiers up. The Lieutenant swivelled in his seat to face the man, his eye twitching at the man's arrival.
“Ah, Ace Capuello. Might one inquire as to how you escaped your bonds?” A sharp, scathing look was sent to his subordinate.
“Just had to dislocate both bones in my shoulders, pop them behind my ears, and then slip in-between the ropes.” Explained Ace, to the return of a vicious glare. “Of course it’s going to take major orthopaedic surgery to put them back, but rest assured, that won’t stop me from rescuing the Princess.”
The lieutenant sneered. “Gods sake, Mr. Capuello, you’re outmanned and outgunned.”
Ace tilted his head in amusement. “You expect me to concede?”
The Lieutenant shook his head. “No, Mr. Capuello. I expect you… to die!”
The crocodile in the Lieutenant’s arms groaned loudly to reveal its glistening wet teeth, and Ace looked at it with ever widening eyes. The lieutenant turned to his men. “Care to take him into the hold, take ten minutes to explain to him all our plans to him, and then, ah…” He glanced with a coy smile to the side. “Throw him out of the plane!”
The soldier turned, training his pistol onto Ace. In a monotone voice, he simply said one word. “Out.” But Ace was on him in a flash! Tackling the soldier’s arms, and throwing a swift right fist out to deck the soldier in his glass jaw, snatching the fumbled gun and twirling it in his hands. As the pilot turned to shoot Ace, he had already coolly composed himself, lifting the gun up, and shooting the pilot in the chest before the devious man could pop off a shot or two of his own.
But then, disaster! As the lieutenant threw his crocodile out of his arms and onto Ace, sending him reeling to a crumple on the ground, his gun sent skidding out of the open door of the plane and into the dark sky beyond. The plane began to drop.
With a wide smile, the blue eyed lieutenant lit the fuse of a stick of dynamite, after strapping a parachute onto his back. Walking into the hold, he saw his most hated nemesis wrestling frantically with the chomping crocodile.
“Ah, Mr. Capuello! Sorry I can’t stay around for a chat, but I’ve got to blow! Do me a favour though, will you,” He grinned, throwing the stick of dynamite to a clatter on the floor. “And feed Snappy!”
Without looking back, he jumped from the freefalling plane, with Ace still desperately wrestling with the crocodile.
“Ugh…” Ace moaned. “What I wouldn’t give for a gun…” The crocodile roared in his face, causing Ace to screw his eyes and nose up, as his hands grabbed the beast’s wide jaw in hope of stopping him from biting down. “Or a bottle of Listerine!”
The dynamite’s fuse shrunk ever lower, and Ace continued to roll about in a frantic struggle with the crocodile, near to the open hatch. His hand stretched out at the same time, grabbing a nearby piece of rope.
Seconds later, the plane exploded in a shower of fire and debris, pieces of the craft raining down from the sky. The freefalling Lieutenant roared in laughter.
“Goodbye, Ace Capuello! You were a most worthy adversary!!” He turned his head to look back at the smoking wreckage behind, his laughter echoing on and on. And then he snapped his head back again, doing a stunned speechless double take.
The Lieutenant reached for his holster, pulling out his prized gun, and immediately began firing, but with each shot going wild. Ace, meanwhile, skilfully piloted his craft to avoid all of the dangerous shots, with Snappy’s jaws latching onto the Lieutenant’s shrieking head.
Ace meanwhile climbed onto his body, un-strapping the Lieutenant’s backpack that contained his parachute, for the Lieutenant to drop screaming. Ace fitted himself into the harness and secured himself properly, smiling with one hand on the parachute’s cord.
“See you later, alligator!” The parachute unfurled.
He descended into enemy lines...
Meanwhile, on the ground below…
Chained to a wooden post in the middle of the military base’s grounds was a beautiful, voluptuous raven haired woman in a tight, clinging white dress, the hems of it billowing behind her in the wind. Her eyes darted with worry at the men in front of her, all staunch and firm, rifles held at the ready by their sides. At the end of the line was another commanding officer, who bellowed orders at the soldiers to raise their guns, and to aim at the trapped woman in front of them. A chorus of rifles raised in the air with a click, the officer about to give the final order…
And then a shot rang out from the sky, hitting the man in the leg and making him fall to the ground, crying for his mother.
ACE CAPUELLO!
The parachuting Ace began firing at the soldiers, knocking them down one by one as they tried to hit him. One shot found its mark, and Ace gritted his teeth, his face contorting in agony at the gunshot. With a wince he looked down at his jacket, before looking back up with bristling rage.
“This is my best top, damn it!”
He fired two more shots, before unhooking and releasing his parachute, still at least twenty feet in the air, to drop straight down, and through the roof of a wooden shed. Troops rushing onto the scene surrounded the building, yet another officer giving the command to fire before the soldiers began pumping round after round into the shack, a hail of gunfire and shells bouncing around their feet.
After all of the soldiers’ magazines ran spent, the officer gave the order to halt. There was silence from the shed, and with a broad smiling grin he began nodding to himself in a congratulatory manner.
And then the doors to the shed burst open, wooden fragments dancing through the air as Ace emerged on a motorbike, driving straight towards the chained princess. From inside his jacket he pulled out his gun, and with careful aim fired two shots at the flinching princess. Both bullets hit against the chains, causing them to fall to the ground beside her, freeing her, at the same time as Ace pulled up beside her.
“Princess Selan, Ace Capuello. There’ll be time for explanations later. And hopefully, some kissing.” He nodded to the back of the seat, and with a wide smile (“What a guy”) the Princess Selan hopped on.
Ace sped on, rounding his way to the base camp’s exit, as another two soldiers began pursuing on their own motorcycles. Ace fired at him, but by now there was no ammunition left in order to fend their daring pursuers off with. He threw it to the side, and squeezed on the throttle, his bike surging forwards with greater speed. The soldiers on the motorbikes behind began shooting again.
“Hold on, princess!” Ace commanded.
“Please Ace,” The princess hugged his body tighter. “Call me Selan.”
Ace fumbled with the buttons atop his bike, hitting one marked turbo. His bike flew through the air, sailing over the high brick wall that was in front of him. The other soldiers watched the vanishing man in wonder and awe, before crashing into the brick wall with a trumpeting explosion.
As Ace and Selan flew into the sky, they looked back on the base below, Ace brandishing one of his triumphant quips as usual. There wasn’t a woman on the planet who could resist wanting to make love to him now.
Two soldiers harried on the ground below, watching the vanishing couple in the sky.
“He got away! I can’t believe he got away!” One soldier exclaimed.
The other shook his head. “That was Ace Capuello! We’re lucky to be alive!”
Snappy fell on top of their heads, knocking them both out.
A final soldier ran to their aid, looking up into the sky, paralysed by the sight above. The exhaust fumes from Ace’s bike had left behind a message, before he and Selan twinkled out of sight.
The soldier gaped.
“What a guy.”
And I've posted. Sorry for the length there... @_@
I also want to apologise to Kei for the scare earlier ^^; I'm sorry about that >o< *tacklehugs*
I also want to apologise to Kei for the scare earlier ^^; I'm sorry about that >o< *tacklehugs*
Thaum?
Marcus looked towards his doppelganger, and for a brief period of time nothing was said. He sighed, looking away and used the support of his staff to rise to his feet, his eyes refocused on the violet illuminated tower in the distance, back dropped against a fierce red sky, and then took a step forward, followed by one another, trudging down the hilltop’s path and in the tower’s direction. The other man watched as Marcus moved, and frowned as Marcus seemed to move away and return to ignoring him again.
“Hey, hey, Marky, where are you going?” The silver haired man asked, jogging to catch Marcus up and follow behind. “Seriously, Marky, you’re being so rude, not talking. And just when I thought we were beginning to bond. What’s the matter with you? Where are you going? Is there something you want to talk about? I’m a good listener, I promise. C’mon, Marky, talk to me! It takes two people to have a conversation, you know.”
But still, Marcus said nothing, his eyes focusing on the distant tower ahead, even as the streets below were shrouded in purple fog. His feet moved into it, and gradually his entire body sank within the fog, his surroundings growing dimmer and more difficult to see. The other man followed without missing a beat.
“Tsk. Well, I suppose you don’t have to talk if you don’t want to, Marky, but personally I feel that that’s just boring. Oh well, suit yourself. I can talk enough for the both of us!” The other man responded jubilantly.
“Afterall, sometimes it’s good to just get your thoughts out, isn’t it? To let what’s bubbling around inside your head come out into the open, so you can analyse it and decide what to do about it. The problem with you, Marky, is that you have all of these problems floating about inside our head that you never try to think about. Instead of embracing them, you just push them down and down, over and over again, hoping that eventually they’ll go away, as if it will actually solve anything. But nope. Nope, that only makes things worse. Because then the pressure just builds up over and over and over again until… PWOOSH!” The doppelganger threw his arms out in a wide semicircle, his lips pursed as he audited the sound with great gusto. “Until it all comes flying out into one great, big, sloppy mess. Honestly, I’m trying to do you a favour here, Marky. I’m trying to help you.”
The other Marcus re-centered his glasses with a confident smirk, but the real Marcus said nothing, constantly moving forwards and saying nothing. But the other Marcus wasn't deterred.
“What shall we start with, Marky? I mean, there’s so much here… where do we begin?”
???
The room was dark, save for the glow of light shining from the projector in the centre of the small room lined with plush reclining chairs, until the light became reflected on the wall at the far end. The small machine would show various images of slides one after another, a telltale click dully sounding out as a button was pressed every now and then through the course of the presentation to move to the next slide. The button pusher was a young girl with braided pigtails in a scientist’s jacket and glasses, her hand holding the button rising up to push her glasses up, as her other hand held a clipboard scrawled with various notes. Beside her stood a blonde man with presence in military clothing, his arms folded over his chest as he inspected the various images that flicked up in front of them one after another.
“The situation’s dire,” He continued. “They’re planning on executing the princess tomorrow… live, for all of the world to see. If they do, then they’ll be triggering a world war… one in which we’ll never be able to walk away from again. This is the place here; the base in which they’re holding her. I won't lie, the security is tight and virtually impossible to break into, but-”
“I thought I told you, colonel…” A voice interrupted the blonde man from the front aisle of the room, a waft of smoke rising into the air. A seated man in sunglasses tilted his head to the side as he casually looked up at the images, his legs resting one atop the other, his lips taking another deep drag of the cigarette in his hands. “I’m retired.”
The colonel cleared his throat and straightened his posture a fraction. “I know you are. I know. Normally I don’t like to ask, but… but you’re our last hope. There’s nobody else who can do this. We… we need you. We need you to save the princess. To save the entire world.”
There was a loud sigh, as the seated man rose his hand into the air, the smoke continuing to waft absentmindedly into the air. The light shining from the projected images of aerial recon schematics and personnel character dossiers presented on the wall reflected off his sunglasses. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist, colonel, I didn’t say I wouldn’t do it. When a lady is in trouble, what else can I do but save her? The mission looks like a piece of cake as well, colonel. I’ve already figured out at least twenty different ways of accomplishing this mission already.” The man shifted his posture within his seat and took another long drag.
The colonel and his trusty scientist assistant drew a deep breath of relief. The colonel wiped his sweating brow, joy elating upon his face. Thank the gods. Thank Aislin.
“Thank you, Ace. Thank you. You don’t know how important this means, what a service you’re doing-”
“Don’t worry ol’ fella,” The man smiled, rising to his feet and walking up the steps to the exit at the back of the room, patting the colonel on the shoulder as he moved passed him, and granting a short, affectionate grin towards the scientist, who looked away in blushing embarrassment. “I’ll have the princess rescued, a world war averted and be back in time for breakfast, or my name’s not Ace Capuello.”
Ace’s hand retrieved the cigarette from his lips and extinguished it in the ash tray atop the table propping up the projector, as he continued his cool walk up the stairs to the exit, passing through the double doors with his hands now resting in his jacket. Both the Colonel Sanders and Scientist May looked after him with a relieved and wistful sigh.
“What a guy.”
No, you can keep it as it is.
EDIT: Pach and Kei are having skype discussion funsies
EDIT: Pach and Kei are having skype discussion funsies
...Lute's backstory is... the same as Don's...? :|
You, me and brocolli is the strangest in joke ever made |D
Hope you're all doing well, everyone! I hope you all have a good day and week! Let's start it off with a bang! Hit it, Epic Sax Guy!
Hope you're all doing well, everyone! I hope you all have a good day and week! Let's start it off with a bang! Hit it, Epic Sax Guy!
Guys, your posts... ;A;Too much perfectness for me to be able to take... ;A;
The beginning of Trixie's segment in particular, though. Wow. Now I really want a daughter like her. Trixie my child ;A; REX DON'T BE MEAN
The beginning of Trixie's segment in particular, though. Wow. Now I really want a daughter like her. Trixie my child ;A; REX DON'T BE MEAN
There's no need to line up, or post after each other, you silly sods. No interaction, remember? lolololol
EDIT: Also I wish all my American friends a happy Mother's Day! ^o^ *insert Lonely Island's Motherlover here*
EDIT: Also I wish all my American friends a happy Mother's Day! ^o^ *insert Lonely Island's Motherlover here*
^ I'm the little green thing 8D
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