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Dragonball: Final Hours

I'm interested. Looking through everything, I almost guarantee I'll make a Saiyan.

Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

@WaddleDaisy Why yes, yes I would. Team Fireworks need one. Though I think we might be missing a teammate. May have to hold off on that lol.

Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

I S S H U M.

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Isshum pursed his lips to the side, his arms were folded behind his head as he did, his face scrunched up at Vi’s insult about his laziness. “Who’s the real slacker here, Vi? A shower? I say we head straight to the Guild after claiming our reward. Ain’t nobody got time for that.”

He shot Bel a contagious grin as he passed by, walked forwards with long strides before quickening his step and taking lead of the group. “Let’s not forget who plans on taking the title of hero from Natsu Dragneel,” he said, bounding on his heels before turning forwards and smiling into the green woods. “I don’t gots the time to be a slacker. In fact, I plan on speeding all the way home! Follow along or get left behind!” he yelled, sprinting towards the village they made the contract with.

After collecting their reward, the three mages made their way back to Magnolia; it took three-fourths of a day for them to reach its forest, the sun was still low on the horizon. All Isshum could think about was Taka’s living flames’. His stomach churned with delight at the thought. Waddling with wide steps, his hands stuffed in his pockets, he craned his neck back towards Bel. “Think you can whip me up something to eat? I’m starving ova here,” he groaned, looking for the familiar multi-colored flames that Bel could produce. As long as it wasn’t a foul tasting one, any would do.

Naruto: Path to Enlightment. Looking for fresh meat!

Giichi Uzumaki

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Life and thought veiled his perception. Reality was more a background noise to him for some reason, weird and annoying. He blinked twice, though it did little for his dark room. The daylight fell through the cracks of his shaded windows, the glowing columns stop short of his bed as they laid across his large room. With a carless flop, he turned his back to the window and pulled his covers close to him.

He didn’t want to think anymore. He had just woken up but he already wanted to go to sleep.

Just as he closed his lids he heard a fresh knock on his door. The head cartaker’s voice slid through. He had allowed someone in at the behest of his mother and now, Momoi was standing outside his door with the tall, gray-haired man. Giichi pulled himself out of bed after several unrelenting moments. He slowly made his way to his room and allowed Momoi inside, not offering words to neither of them. The caretaker left soon afterwards.

Giichi, with the dullest of looks, got back inside his bed and turned his back to the girl. “What is it? Why are you bothering me?”

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Daiki Naito

Yamato’s word had went ignored, tossed to the ground like the slanderous shit it was. Daiki was done with him for the day, the masterful youth was only good as throwing dirt on others. A prodigy of the scumbag kind. He was truly a piece of work, his god broke the mold when making him. In the middle of his long, drawn out sentence, Daiki passed through the door and let it close behind, silencing the grotesque voice that plagued his ears.

When Nariko followed suit, the voice—for a split-second—touched his ears again. Daiki spat the venomous encounter out onto the sidewalk as he walked. The voice of the Hojo stopped Nariko and subsequently himself. Daiki glanced over his shoulder, irritation plainly in his eyes. He didn’t want to wait but he couldn’t allow himself to disrespect Nariko any further.
He heard his mother speaking behind him, the rain fell in sheets. “Perhaps. Formalities aren't needed between us. I …” She glanced back at Daiki, black hair tails flowing. “I’m not sure. We’ll have to see,” replied Nariko.

Before she could dismiss her from the Hojo’s however, Saburo’s unique was of speaking was heard. Curiosity got the best of him. Had the man finally decided to move in and claim him? It was weird that he felt like a possession on auction. Nariko glanced between Saburo and himself, apprehension on the fringe of her gaze. Her fingers clutched the ends of his silk sleeves. “N-No, you may- ” she started.

Daiki took his sweater of coldly and placed it over his mother’s shoulders. “Try not to catch cold. I’ll check up on you later.” Was all he had said, keeping her from having to respond to the cruel reality of his situation.

* * * * *

The long journey to the 11th Corps building was silent. He saw no reason to speak. Plus, he was suspicious of the whole thing. Absently, he glanced around with a caution and curiosity. Saburo had proven that he had the capacity to separate emotion—bonds—for the sake of any mission. He doubted anything that came from his mouth was be genuine. However, he was now known as Uchiha Daiki. He at least owed Saburo that much.

A walk down whatever dark tunnel he traversed.

Security was beyond tight in the building. It led him to think that they held items, if not ninjas hostage. He wouldn’t put it pass them to be holding some famous missing-nin somewhere. He felt his strides slow when they first passed a room that contained the barks and groans of combat. The fighting inside sounded more like life or death fight, not sparring. Letting out a deep sigh, he rubbed his head and continued on. Committing himself to getting to the bottom of the coup was all that mattered now. Even if the decisions he made to do so had changed his own reality drastically.

The simulation room had sent a chill of amazement down his spine. Inside, it felt like the real world. How had they done it? No, beyond that, what else could they of had lurking inside. As he stepped back out, he found himself glancing back into the white room, staring until the door slid close again. Saburo spoke about similarities between the corps and Naito, and he wondered if this was just another shinobi ploy for allies.

“Maybe,” he answered, leaving it at that.

As they delved even further and both Saburo and himself was allowed entrance, Daiki started to wonder who had issued those papers? And why was he allowed to enter alongside an official 11th corps member. Was Saburo that high up in the hierarchy? For some reason he doubted it. This trip, so far, had yielded far more questions than answers. He spared a glance for the relict of the past, allowing the true vastness of 11th corps secrets touch him. Most of the objects and tags he recognized for their names.

Saburo … Bijuu residue? This is worrisome.

The next room was an interrogation room, obviously. Daiki sat in the chair once it was present to him, folding his arms over his chest as he did. “Its impressive,” he said with subtle hint of enthusiasm. “A true work of art. I can appreciate the master who crafted it, and the clan restored it nicely. Thank you for giving it to me.” As usual, his voice was stoic.

He watched the questioning and answers intently. When Saburo returned and they spoke on the view of the 11th corps. Daiki only shook his head, stuffed his hands in this pockets, and spoke, clear and quiet. “I’m still unsure about the corps myself. Things behind the veil are always different, changing. Saburo, how would one go about joining the 11th themselves?”

Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

@WaddleDaisy Go for it, chica

This is nice. I like this. This is nostalgic and brand new all at the same time.

Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

I S S H U M.

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Isshum would have told Vivian to go drown herself if not for the motion sickness. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, he whirled his head towards the ground to spit up the remaining guts he had left. A thin, clear slim hung from his lip as he clung to the stony finger with both hands. His eyes lazed as the clear sky shone in his eyes, glinting.

When gravity took over, he felt his stomach realigning, his nausea receding. Once Vivan landed and his body trembled with the jarring impact, Isshum climbed out of Vi’s arm and pushed her aside. “Never make me your damsel again.” He shook his head from the embarrassment before lighting his right arm aflame. The crimson fire sparked with different colors, crackling with various hues of red. “Like I said, this bastard’s mines!”

Before Vi could respond or stop him, he charged towards it massive leg, hopped onto its big toe, and burst straight up till he soared over the fifteen meter tall golemn. In the sky, he pulled his arm back and the flames that consumed it expanded, its edges pulsating until it appeared like a miniature sun.

“Let’s make this spectacular!” he shouted, exerting flames from the soles of his boots and rocketing into the golemn’s skull, carving a fist-sized imprint into its head.

A second passed. The explosion that rocked the cliff-side wilderness next resounded for miles. Black birds took to the sky as the golemn roared in agony and stumbled backwards, falling to the ground. Isshum bounded off his head, letting loose a constant flow of fire from his feet. He looked down at Vi, smiling contagiously at her. “Let's head home now, I miss the others.”

Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

All the fun happening at the Guild. I gotta get back

Closed Beta [SAO/Digimon Crossover]

Just the three of us, we could make it if we try, just the three of us. You, him, and I lol.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

Also posted. Its short but also a bit off, I think lol.

The Spirits Within: Stigma

Main Story – Music – Oakridge Campus – Friday, 11:36 AM

Alabaster looked down at Olive as she bumped into him, hiding the jump of his heart as she finally showed herself. He smiled lightly, a tease dancing on the edge of his angst before ultimately being snuffed out. As she spoke, he found himself listening intently to her words, thought he feigned disinterest as he toyed with Rui, placing his light-weighted elbow onto zher neatly made head.

Kade’s voice warmed his ears soon afterwards. A greeting from afar that whispered pleasantries to his senses, he looked over his shoulder at her, smiling toothily and waving once. “Yo,” he replied, though he refrained from responding to her questions. It caused discontentment in his gut, a swirling of nervous emotions that amplified his need to be alone. To think. He hated it but at the same time, it had become natural to him. Just the possibility that they all could be separated made him ... lonely.

He bit the inside of his cheek before ruffling Rui’s hair to distract himself, staring off beyond the expansive admission’s office.

It wasn’t long before the Headmaster strolled out, as usual he was in high spirits. Olivia and Cid got along well, just enough that it made Alabaster glad that they were all looked upon with favor. Because honestly, if they hadn’t, he would have sworn Cid looked only at her with favoritism. As he walked inside the man’s office, he picked a low desk, one filled to the brim with books and leaned against it. His arms were tight across his chest, his jaw tense. He just knew this wasn't what it seemed, that the headmaster had more to input.