SWATKats - Double Voltage - 1Author's Note: My fan-character, "Rai", speaks 'Nekonese'. If you wanna translation of what she said in the story below, use Ctrl+F and type in the number you see next to the phrase and it'll take you to the translations at the bottom of the page and back again to where you left of. Just make sure to put a period after the number you typed in. If you don't see a number near the phrase, that means it'll be translated in English somewhere along the way. Enjoy!SWATKats - Double Voltage - 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[# of translations: 6 ]
SWATKats: The Radical Squadron
A massive, black storm cloud covered over Me
SWATKats - "Double Voltage" 3*Author's Note: my fan-character, "Rai", speaks 'Nekonese'. If you wanna translation of what she said in the story below, use Ctrl+F and type in the number you see next to the phrase and it'll take you to the translations at the bottom of the page and back again to where you left of. Just make sure to put a period after the number you typed in. If you don't see a number near the phrase, that means it'll be translated in English somewhere along the way. Enjoy!SWATKats - "Double Voltage" 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[# of translations: 14]
SWAT Kats: The Radical Squadron
The dimly-lit arcade storage attic brig
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Standing nearby, Chance and Jake exchanged worried glances which Feral caught ouf of the corner of one eye. If nothing else, for all their bluster, those two, much like himself, actually did care about the lives and well-being of others.
Feral slumped against the wall with one hand. A gigantic object of unknown origin was heading towards Megakat City. His niece and two others, sent to investigate what the Geological Society had thought was simply a volcano on the verge of eruption, had disappeared. Feral squeezed his eyes shut as he entertained the possibility that Fel
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And I wonder if he ever thinks about me
I drown myself in memories of him
Though they say there are other fish in the sea
But he seems so perfect
And so worth it
I melt when he says my name...
How could I forget him?
Since I met him
I haven't been the same
Haven't been the same
But these things happen everyday
They say opposites attract
And chemicals react
And when it's just you and me, there's chemistry
So much chemistry...
It's hard to breathe with you around
Not even the laws of physics will bring me down
And I have found, we fit together perfectly
Im fighting gravity
Im scared of be
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Every time i know you are trying to come to me its a comfort in my heart to have you be with me where we can make each other complete
SWATKats - "Double Voltage" 2 *Author's Note: My fan-character, "Rai", speaks 'Nekonese'. If you wanna translation of what she said in the story below, use Ctrl+F and type in the number you see next to the phrase and it'll take you to the translations at the bottom of the page and back again to where you left of. Just make sure to put a period after the number you typed in. If you don't see a number near the phrase, that means it'll be translated in English somewhere along the way. Enjoy!SWATKats - "Double Voltage" 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[# of translations: 10]
SWATKats: The Radical Squadron
Jake Clawson relaxed on the old couch in
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Part One: The All Nighter.
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Something I know is real, or at least was real at the time
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Starting in the silent kiss of our night
When the Moon is high and i the simple knight
And nothing but the leaves outside, to play the miles....
By the morning of her hands are blessed my kisses
And so dies, by the shape of her neck, peices by peices
Like little diamonds the breathing of a thousand souvenir
As she calls me back from her, and then, pulls me near...
Surely, i won't hold that love for longer than a breathing
Or keep that cold feeling, embrassing my sliding, fading soul
i' ll just stand for that selfish smile, when she has to warmly fall
Alone, someplace full of graces and pleasure s
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Georg von Falkenrath
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Mother and Father,
I will be home soon.
~ ~ ~
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"Since about a week ago, when they brought him in. These 'doctors' performe
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