thewizardguy

Boarding School For Power Children

It was tight. Too tight. Scraping and burning and yelping..... the coat stopped him, limited him, burnt him. He struggled, trying to move his arms, glaring around at the two men on either side of him. The car rumbled and bumbled, talking in the way cars do, never stopping for breath. But then cars don't need to breathe, do they? The thought made Jack laugh, and he was answered with a nervous glare. He leaned forward, towards the driver's seat. This was an abduction, he was a hostage. Or maybe he wasn't. But he was going somewhere, the car had told him that. And it would be a very SPECIAL place. He'd make all kinds of friends, and they'd all get along, and they'd all play in the fire together. And they wouldn't die, would they? He would hate it.... Hate it.... HATE IT!
There's a small spark, as Jack head-buts the front of the metal seat. It travels down, flashing, faster than anyone could think. And as it reached the gas tank, it exploded, as Jack giggled in glee, already rolling out of the door. The flames were beautiful, flying through the sky so close to the ground, before they hit the grey. The grey, of course, was a wall, not a grey, that would have been silly! Jack went silent, as fire alarsm started sounding, and blurry figures came to put out the fire. So much fire. He picked himself up, and slowly, cautiosly, walked to the new place. The new place he would live.
Jack walked almost unnoticed through the front door. He was a bleeding boy in a straight jacket, but he'd learned to to call attention to himself. If they don't see you, they won't hit you, or burn, slash, peel and stab! He moved through the hallways at random, looking around the new place, as the sounds of bustling people grew fainter behind him. There were dark corners, niches, little bits that nobody looked at. There were pipes in the walls, and flashes in wires. There were voices who had people and people who had voices, and they were using each other, too. He smiled, as he approached the people with voices. There were a lot of them, and they echoed around and around, but Jack had decided on two voices in particular. The only problem was that he wasn't sure which ones.
Approaching a corner, Jack saw a row of rooms. A room of rows. Hehe. He smiled, confidently strolling down, counting down the numbers in his head. However, at the end, he found his count wasn't working. He'd completely lost track, and after only three numbers! It didn't matter, of course. However, the next obstacle was far more challenging. How was he to open a door without his hands? Jack stood outside, puzzling about this, and his mind began to wander. Soon, he was simply standing there, staring into space like his brain had gone on stand-by.

Boarding School For Power Children

Yay! I'll have a post up soon (=

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

They're covered up with plastic. The cover is just there to prevent skin contact with Holy Vapour.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

I kinda wanna go kill Martin, but I'd have to turn my back on Magnus, which I'm guessing is a BAD IDEA.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

Crap, I just realized that psychotic thing is part of his powers. Is it a magical vampire power, or are we sticking to the scientific explanation? If the former, I'll edit my post.

In the Land of Heartstone

ShadowVentus said
Oh, don't worry! I intend on using something other than a Keyblade this time around. The fact that you plan on incorporating liver-eating monkeys in the story just to terminate me...really, I'm touched.

Awww.... and I was looking forward to that scene!
In any case, good luck making a character. Feel free to add places, races, deities or other elements to the story world.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

The enraged vampire ran at Johnathan, and Johnathan warded him off as best he could. However, against the tungsten steel claws even his own armor wouldn't hold for long, not with the vampire's massive strength behind each blow. Johnathan was still stronger, he believed, but that mattered nothing if he couldn't land a hit. He fired once more, but Magnust was too quick, having already moved outside of Justice's range. Johnathan backed up faster and faster, attempting to keep the claws away. This rage made Magnus almost undefeatable in melee, but it was still possible. Johnathan smiled, as he swung a heavy fist that missed it's target, and the claw found a weak spot under his left armpit. The pain was almost refreshing to him. However, this was a losing battle.
"Hey! SOLDIERS! Come here if you want the leader's head!" Johnathan ducked away from another claw, as the second one scraped over his chest plate, leaving deep gashes. Johnathan smiled, as he moved backwards further and further, closer and closer to the Divine Fog. The burning vapour, combined with the help of a number of SOLDIERs, would be more than enough to down the Oldblood. Johnathan's fight would be at an end. The opponent he had fought for hundreds of years was about to be destroyed, and he could not help but say a short prayer of thanks to the Lord.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

Alrighty then! Here's to hoping it'll be amusing. Also,
"you wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

I thought it was appropriate, based on what you just said. If he turns green, I'm going to throw cupcakes at him.

In the Land of Heartstone

ShadowVentus said
W-woah! Take it easy there friend! Just wanted to say that it seems that this rp has been a success so far and that I can't wait to join. You have my most sincere apologies for not having my CS ready at the snap of a finger.

Hey, you're welcome to join. However, if you're using a Keyblade, you're getting eaten by killer monkeys. Fair warning. I may let you play for a while, but somehow I'll work killer liver-eating monkeys into the story.

Blood Compact, Revamped(Yay bad puns!)

Sorry if Johnathan is slightly overpowered. I just love using my knowledge of vampire myth combiend with my knowledge of equipment and physics to create the most dangerous vampire hunter ever.