Flight of the Valkyrie 2Its too bloody big! Theres no way we can fight off that kinda firepower!Flight of the Valkyrie 27 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
What exactly are the Captains plans for this anyway? We run a frigate ship, how the hell does he expect us to go toe-to-toe with a Destroyer-class ship from the German Navy!?
Were not fighters; were privateers! Thats what those military bastards wanna call us anyway How could the Captain do this to us!?
The mess hall was a relatively small room on the lower deck of the gondola section of the airship, small enough that not all of the crew could gather there at the same time, but it made for some cosy conversations at least. The crew were clearly not happy, their anger fuelled by alcohol which they had managed to lift on the last mission and had forgotten to mention when logging the loot which they would be keeping in the report to the Royal Navy. The Count had given them free reign over it for tonight so long as the next day they were fit
Flight of the Valkyrie 13The Count watched the lieutenant go, smiling faintly before he turned back to Celeste, unsure if he would be getting a tongue lashing or support from the female pirate. She looked as gorgeous as always, her kohl-framed eyes drawing him in so exquisitely as always.Flight of the Valkyrie 136 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
You look good Celeste. He told her feebly.
And you look like Hell itself Louis. Celeste responded, sitting on the wooden desk in front of the Count, placing her feet on the back of the seat next to him.
Which is different than the norm how? Louis asked with a mischievous glint in his eye. Celeste smiled and punched him in the arm, shaking her head.
Ye dont change do ye? She asked, her feet lowering to the floor as she dropped down from where she was sat. Louis eyes were drawn away from her eyes by the bouncing of her medal (among other things) close to his face.
I do sometimes, and that is part of the reason we parted so poorly last time, because on the rare oc
Flight of the Valkyrie 12How is it that nothing at the exhibition appealed to you in the slightest? Count Louis de Theudubert asked, parrying another blow before stepping to the left and thrusting his rapier towards his opponent.Flight of the Valkyrie 126 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
What can I say? The clash of sword against sword rang through the air as she knocked the blade away to her left. All I managed to see were a bunch of items which applied to large vehicles or made combat easier. Not worth my time and certainly not worth my money!
Louis guard had been thrown off by his opponents harsh returning slash and he now forced himself to hop to his right to avoid the thrust of a blade into his stomach. As he landed, his right knee failed him again and he cried out in pain, dropping onto his left knee as his body responded to the pain.
The Counts opponent did not let up, slashing her blade towards his neck fast enough that he had no time to bring up his own blade to stop it. Instead he rolled in the same direc
Flight of the Valkyrie 14They were coming. Now was the time for action! The drums of war had sounded; Darmania had-just as planned-incurred the wrath of the British Empire. Intelligence from agents and infiltrators in London indicated that the claws of the lion were being unsheathed at this very moment. Preparations had to be made, not only to defend against the oncoming armada that Britain was preparing, hoping to deliver righteous justice upon their foes, but also preparations to obtain the Count and as many of his crew as could be kept alive.Flight of the Valkyrie 145 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Is it satisfied for now?" The 'Darmanian' asked his own crew and the largest of the men nodded with a grin, clicking something back together on the gun-arm that had replaced his lost right arm.
"Good, and how goes the preparations for our guests?" He smirked as the cage was lifted from the pit in the centre of Carmali, the central city in Darmania. It had gone down full of British Citizens and now was being pulled up completely empty with the bars savaged more and mor
Flight of the Valkyrie 15The Captain took a staggered step backwards as the smoke began to clear and a regular visual was possible without the need of his advanced monogoggle.Flight of the Valkyrie 155 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Cap'n...how's that possible!?" Skye asked, turning to him with wide eyes.
"I...have no idea!" Louis grabbed onto the nearest speaking tube and shouted into it, "Genevieve, Aurora, explain to me how in the name of God the largest ship of the Darmanian ship was able to redirect the Teleforce Cannon's beam!?"
Louis was staggered as he watched the undamaged Darmanian flagship.
"Captain I..." Gen's voice wavered a little.
"Similarly charged particles, Captain." Aurora's accent was obvious and brought Louis to attention.
"The Cannon works by charging particles and focussing them inside a vacuum tube before repulsion is created in the barrel and amplified to the point where the particles are forced from the tip of the barrel at incredible speeds." Aurora explained quickly, trying desperately to put this into layman's terms for the C
Flight of the Valkyrie 10Smoke was pouring into the central chamber, causing Louis to cough and splutter. The Telescopic Diagnostician whirred, attempting to get a lock on any object but unable to do so due to the thick black cloud. The Count crouched down and covered his lower face with a handkerchief, raising his new pistol as he attempted to gauge the situation. Something had gone horribly wrong, this much was clear, but had it been sabotage or was it merely the malfunction which the staff would later attempt to ensure they all believed.Flight of the Valkyrie 106 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Captain! Davenports voice was muffled, but loud enough that Louis was able to turn in his direction. We need to get out of here!
Of course, his breathing apparatus would make this a lot easier for the Lieutenant. Louis rerouted two wires on his analogue computer and the Telescopic Diagnostician suddenly focussed to the Counts left, indicating a thin area where the smoke seemed less dense. He had programmed the device to search for light,
Flight of the Valkyrie 3Count Louis de Theudubert, Captain of the HMS Valkyrie, well documented pacifist, had taken a life.Flight of the Valkyrie 37 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Count was stood at the helm of the Valkyrie, his eyes locked on the windows but his mind taking his vision elsewhere. Too many thoughts were going through his head at the same time. Within his mind he was simultaneously drinking the highest quality English tea with his family around a table and also opening the envelope which contained their ransom note he had received almost one year ago. But what was worse was that on top of these memories, he also was continually reliving his recent actions; plunging his blade into the German Commodores neck, cutting through the trachea and, almost mercifully, severing his spinal column as well.
Upon returning to their vessel, the crew of the Valkyrie had left the heavily damaged German Destroyer adrift. The surviving crew were locked inside the pens which had formerly held their prisoners, eventually to be found by a search party or perhaps
Flight of the Valkyrie 9The wood was smooth beneath his hand, crafted well and finished just as skilfully. Louis sat down and allowed several members of his crew to fill seven of the sixteen seats that this car could hold. Bjorn Hauptmann sat opposite the Count, with Charles Davenport at his side. Skye poked Louis leg as she sat beside him, just beating Genevieve to the spot who hastily sat on the bench opposite. Not surprisingly for Louis, he found that the aristocrats outside the cable car decided that they would leave the few remaining seats empty as the doors closed.Flight of the Valkyrie 96 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Skansens Bergbana was a funicular railway, two cars which each could carry sixteen passengers that were designed to lift loads up steep inclines. There did not seem to be an incline of much note as far as Louis could see from here, but he had been on a funicular railway before in a small town named Bridgnorth in England where it had taken him and his family up a steep cliff face. It was a pleasant if not somewhat scary experience fo
Flight of the Valkyrie 8The alleyway was narrow, almost too narrow for his muscular frame to fit through, but he knew he would manage it. He had been in tighter situations, both figuratively and literally!Flight of the Valkyrie 86 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The sky above winked down at him with a thousand eyes, each glinting star seeming to judge his actions, but he ignored this. No-one could see that what he was doing was for the sake of the country. Darmania would go to war with Great Britain, it was only a matter of time and the Empire would indeed fall. There was no doubt in his mind, not with the things he had seen and heard. Germany was sending supplies into Darmania, the ores that were not available for the keen weapon smiths to use in creating their monstrosities of war, which they then shared with the Germans.
He had first come to parley in hopes of gaining a truce or even an alliance with Darmania, but that had fallen away rapidly and he had been given two choices: aid them and join the empire that would arise from Darmania and Germanys conques
Flight of the Valkyrie 16Flight of the Valkyrie 165 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Large areas of Darmania's pale imitation of countryside were now in flames, set ablaze by the fiery debris of felled airships destroyed in the skies above. Much of Darmania was uninhabited, terrifying animals lived within the forests, small collections of semi-feral tribes outside its mighty gothic cities carved a life from the soil, left to die by the general population of the dark country. The forests were places only sorcerers dared to venture.
The darkness seemed to be all-encompassing, surrounding the streets in a veil behind which some of the cruelest people and creatures could hide. The skies above echoed with immense detonations, explosions filling the sky with flashes of orange and crimson, debris raining down upon Darmania in droplets of iron, steel and brass. The clouds stained black with smoke.
In Carmali, the streets were rather narrow, the ever-expanding city full to bursting with people. It was rare to find a house that looked new, even brand new buildings seemed to have
The Price of Honour TEASERHe breathed heavily, dropping down onto one knee as he embedded the blade into the ground, staring up the mountain as the Garuda swarmed towards him. There were close to fifty and somewhere in the midst of all of them lay the woman he loved!The Price of Honour TEASER6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And this was entirely his fault
Angeal Hewley, SOLDIER Third Class, forced himself to his feet, his breathing laboured from the battle he was still engaged in. He took the standard issue SOLDIER sword in his right hand, tightening his grip before pulling it free from the ground, his left hand coming up to grab the blue hilt as the first of this wave of Garuda reached him.
A diagonal cut upwards sliced the monster in two before Angeal span, slicing horizontally through one. Another scratched his left arm and he released the sword, catching its neck in his hand, snapping hard before throwing it into the incoming flock, knocking a few out of the air.
With a growl Angeal began hacking through the air, his sword moving fast enough that it ap
My Fine Feathered Friend: Ch1Prologue: The Chicken of Destiny.My Fine Feathered Friend: Ch17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When Sarah looked back on events, she realized that everything that had
happened, everything that took place, was in fact all because of a chicken. A
particularly persistent, bloodthirsty, chicken. But a chicken, no more, no
less. It was kind of humbling to have ones destiny decided by a piece of
Chapter 1: Sometimes, the noise in your closet is just a chicken-loving cross-dresser.
Sarah was an imaginative young woman. She could spin bedtime stories about
knights questing through enchanted lands, cursed monsters that terrorized great
cities, and beautiful princesses who were brilliant and brave and true. Her
stories were so vivid that they could make her little brother shriek with
laughter one moment or cower fearfully under the bedcovers the next (always
with one eye peeking out, watching his sister until she vanquished the monsters
and made it safe for him to come out again).
But one night, when Sarah heard a thump thump
Who is Me?Am I really that much of a failure?Who is Me?6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is that really how badly people think of me?
What if the darkness is meant to feel like this?
What if I am supposed to turn everybody away?
Or is it just that I am failing?
The shadows close in
The darkness joins me
My soul becomes clouded
My mind becomes addled
The hatred is consuming and taking over
But is it hatred of them or hatred of myself?
Whose fault is it?
Why can't I stop it?
Will there ever be a way to escape?
Shall I just leave my sense of self behind?
Do I even have a sense of self?
The ones that hate me release me
The ones that pretend to care ensnare me
The ones that know me don't like me
The ones that control me don't understand
The ones around me don't know I exist
The voices in my head want to destroy me
But in the end, who is me?
The PuppeteerHer lips slit apart at the taste of purest freedom, and the girl in the white night dress runs faster. Every so often the moonlight catches the hook of her chin through the gap in the net of branches. A quivering lip. A tear of sweat. An eye, pupil swollen with fear. Every glimpse of light reminds her, frightens her, and she runs faster.The Puppeteer4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Imploring claws sprout from tombstones of bark and the acrid stench of rotting flesh stains the forest air. It is among the deathly silence that the first note is birthed; the sigh of a spectre, the kind of sigh that breathes ice along your bones. Before long, the beetles reply, discordant shrills blending with the hum of the yearning roots. The lithe shadow that darts along the dark soil is their oblivious baton, her pursuer the conductor.
Bramble tugs at her dress, lacerates ribbons of crimson across her skin. Yet on she pushes though cuffs of leaves trail their stems around her wrists onward, by the guide of the evanescent moon and wit
To the NornsI ask thee, Sisters of the FateTo the Norns8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who forge the destinies of all:
What is the life I should await
Until I hear my call?
I pray thee now, on bended knee:
Spin my life a silver thread,
That I may lead it blissfully
And never fear what lies ahead.
Then, bless me with a life of gold,
That I may have the fate of kings
From the old legends, who told
Of treasures and magic rings.
Ah, but spin me a thread of steel
That I may never meet my fall
Till I have conquered Fortunes wheel
And I can reach the Golden Hall!
Baptized in the blood of war,
A life of irons all I yearn,
With new horizons to explore
And great feasts at my return.
So bless me, Sisters of my Fate -
For none like me wields a sword
And open wide Valhallas gate,
Prepare my glorious reward!
Roy Swordsman - Short profileRoy Swordsman, a short profile:Roy Swordsman - Short profile7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Full name: Roy Jared Swordsman
Blood type: AB
Alias: The Fire Knight, The price of flames, Tiger
Race: Fire Knight/ Descended from demi-gods (though classed as a human)
Eyes: Blue (Cyan)
Status: Exiled King of Crystalaria
-Give me the gift of nothingness, give me death.
-Kaarrath (meaning damn in Starian*)
Favourite music: Metal / Heavy techno / J-rock
Hobbies: Working out, singing and reading
Skin colour: Pale tan (pale oriental)
Nationality: Starian, British
Traits: Messy but organised
Tattoos: 2, one on the lower back of his name and one on his left shoulder of a dragon.
Siblings: One: Alan. Twin brother (older by two minutes) [Deceased; cause of death- illness]
Family: Lancelot (father) [deceased; cause of death Murder during the war*], Helena (mother) [deceased; cause of death illness]
Hellsing: Laundry 5Alucard yawned as he walked down the stairs leading to the basement. It'd been an extremely long night; the usual shoot-everything-until-it-dies mission. And while it was extremely fun killing things, it got very boring very quickly. All the vampire looked forward to now was sipping on his blood pack and going to sleep.Hellsing: Laundry 59 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Little did he know that sleep would not come easily for him, oh no! Little did he know that deep within the bowels of the basement lurked an enemy more terrifying than any he had ever known! Little did he know of the horrors that awaited him! Little did he know the horror of cable television!
Our victim- I mean, Alucard, walked to his room, not even bothering to open the door, sighing with relief when he saw his blood chilling in a bucket. He strolled over to it, eagerly taking a sip, when he noticed something strange. His coffin was glowing a weird blue color. It glowing red was normal, but blue? Something was up with that.
Narrowing his crimson eyes, he walked up to i
Our Tomorrows Start Tonight 14Kiba had always been a bit of a broken heart. Hinata would never return his affections. Sometimes, he just wished Naruto would have dated Sakura instead, not to mention that the blond idiot would always lust after the medic back then. That was his only hope to have the girl he initially wanted. But fate had other plans: Hinata eventually confessed her love as she shielded her crush from a lethal blow that could have killed her hadnt Sakura been there to heal her. And for the dog lover, all hope for romantic involvement had been blown away at that very moment.Our Tomorrows Start Tonight 146 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was now a well respected Jounin and would strive to always get better with his techniques, training relentlessly with Akamaru under his harsh mother, under Kakashi Hatake or even under someone as demanding as Baki, the sensei of Kankuro who he had been introduced to 3 years ago. He was good friends with the Sabaku middle child, and of course with Shino as well as Shikamaru. He was also on friendly terms with Naruto himsel
Hellsing: Laundry 4After bribing, the installing of a parental block, the allowance of a rampage in London, and even a visit to a very bewildered Catholic priest, Alucard wasn't scared of his computer anymore.Hellsing: Laundry 49 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Of course, he still couldn't look Walter in the eye, but that was another thing entirely.
This event, though, didn't mean that his punishment still wasn't in effect. Alucard still couldn't leave his room, but now he felt safer with the parental block installed on his computer. Plus, he was starting to get the hang of the machine; it had only been a matter of time before it bended to his will.
He was just suffering random sites that he didn't exactly understand when all of a sudden, another window popped up. Alucard blinked, clicking on it. In big, bold letters, it read: "SHOOT THE ALIEN AND WIN A PRIZE!"
"..A prize?" He said aloud, curious. Walter hadn't told him that the computer would give him prizes! And that he could shoot things! Eagerly, he pulled out his Jackal and was about to shoot
Hellsing: Laundry 2It is said that you can't teach an old dog new tricks.Hellsing: Laundry 29 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
And for Seras Victoria, this was all too true.
Why do these things happen to me? She asked herself, sighing miserably and laying her head on the kitchen counter. It hadn't even been a week since the washing machine incident, and Alucard was already up to his tricks again.
Apparently, getting hit repeatedly on the head with a silver ashtray by a furious Integra wasn't enough to teach him a lesson.
Apparently, being forced to go with Walter as he went washing machine shopping wasn't enough punishment.
Apparently, Alucard was either extremely curious or extremely stupid.
Seras narrowed her eyes slightly at the elder vampire in front of her, who was hunched over the microwave. He was looking at it very hard and would occasionally scratch his neck.
How do I get myself into these messes? She asked herself, now banging her head once against the counter. Alucard glared at her over his shoulder. She chose to ignore him.
RemoverRemover2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She decided a young woman like her had no business being imperfect. Impurities had to be expelled from her life, no matter the cost. An universal remover promised to be her savior. It lived up to its commercials, doing away with the stains that disgraced her floor and some of the walls.
Would domestic hygiene free her from being flawed? Doubtful. This product guaranteed to exterminate any kind of filth. Could it go beyond the material things? She rubbed the substance on her forehead, and conjured as many negative thoughts as possible. They were recalled, only to vanish from memory a second after.
Satisfied? Not quite. Even the good recollections had portions of impurity here and there. She wouldn't allow that, and began rubbing with furious abandon. There could not be a single mistake, not a lone wound, every hint of imperfection had to disappear ...
Her neighbor would make a visit later. No one answered the door.
Music BoxMusic BoxMusic Box6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Do you remember the day we first fought? It was technically the first time we really met. You didnt want to fight me because I was a girl and you found it too troublesome. I was determined to rub your face into the ground but then you had me. I was caught in your trap. It angered me so much when you gave up. I promised myself that I would win the next time we fought. Little did I know, I would fall into your traps time and time again.
Do you remember when I saved you from the Sound-nin? I was disappointed to see you giving up and astonished that you hadnt calculated my strength into you calculations after I arrived. I was going to mock you for it afterward, I remember the exact words I wanted to say. Instead I turned around and asked you
What do you think?
And then you gave me a half smile. It was then that we became friends,
Rosalie VS IntegraRosalie VS IntegraRosalie VS Integra5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
*Note: *points to title* Because they're both bitches. Enough said. This series is still called VS because I haven't decided on the name and I'm seriously bored. Keep suggesting names people, I have no idea what to call this stupid series. And I need more ideas for the stories themselves. I know the next one will be Schrödinger VS Jacob Black, which was requested by K-san. Again, no co-host, just me and Nik. Enjoy!*
Kindrix: Jesus, these things are still popular? My God, I'm honored!
Nik: Yeah, thanks lots!
Kindrix: So, as mentioned in the note, this is still called VS. Keep suggesting things, people! I like hearing ideas!
Nik: Plus she's kinda brain-dead
Kindrix: What was that?
Nik: Nothing, never-mind!
Kindrix: Anyway I'm doing another Hellsing VS Twilight story, this time starring two females. Our first guest is Integra Wingates Hellsing!
Integra: *walks onto stage with a cigar hanging out of her mouth* Good evening, Miss Kindrix.
Kindrix: Thank yo