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2040 - La ResistanceLa Resistance met in a dingy basement beneath a high school. Sir Horizon had come to the meeting in the form of a robot griffin; he'd warily accepted La Resistance's invivtation for "receiving vital information about our common enemy". He just hadn't expected that to mean Ludo.
The half-dozen freedom fighters had faces streaked with soot and grime and their clothes were in tatters. Jack, the leader, said he'd been a colonel before the "dark times" when AI had begun to take over the world. Rifles and grenades were lined up along the wall and a sentry had been posted.
Horizon said, "I get that you oppose her; I mean I've seen your Web site and all. But you _are_ aware that civilization hasn't actually collapsed yet, right?"
Brigit, self-proclaimed demolitions expert, was eating reconstituted beef stew from a pouch designed to outlast the apocalypse. A single lightbulb lit the basement to conserve generator power. She said, "We need to be ready."
"Ready for what? Rampaging robots?"
The Queen of Nowhere (1)1. What Has Science Done?
The world slowly unblurred from darkness to reveal a grassy field under a sky that looked too close. Pip lay in a wooden bed, watched by a boy in a sort of fantasy warrior's getup. She sat up sharply, clutching the sheets to her chest, and her mind reeled. She'd been at the hospital and... and...
The boy (though really he was probably in his twenties) stood with his hands clasped behind his back. "Good morning. My name is Horizon, a knight of Talespace. I realize you're probably confused right now, but we mean you no harm. Can you --"
Pip felt clothes on her body, so she flung the sheets aside and stood up, then wobbled. The boy instinctively offered his hand but she gave him a dirty look. "Where am I?" said Pip. She wasn't outside. This was a room with a dome ceiling painted like clouds, on a floor of fake grass.
Horizon's arms shook a little to either side, a strange gesture, as he returned to his formal pose. His leather breastplate and claw-like gauntlets
LifepodNeil woke up with sticky hands and a headache. He focused his eyes enough to see the dried blood on his fingers and feel more of it clotted in his hair. The room was nearly upside-down. Metal, with flashing lights that made his skull throb.
He cursed, sat up, and blacked out for a moment. He was on the ceiling of a lifepod from the Titan, and it was bobbing on the waves of an alien sea.
He'd been briefed on emergency procedures, but had assumed that his role in an emergency would be to stay out of the way. There wasn't much middle ground in space between problems the bridge crew could handle, and those that'd kill everyone. As a junior life support tech on a thousand-man ship he'd never expected to survive a disaster and end up... wherever this was.
Dimly, he recalled his few years of training. He muttered, "What's the first thing that could kill me?"
He poked at his head and winced, but there was no bright new blood on his fingers. All his limbs were where they oug
2037 - WealthOne day, Nocturne asked, "Are we poor?"
Horizon stared at her, then laughed. "Where'd you get that idea?"
She scuffed at the dirt with her talons. "We're the founders of a glorious knightly order, but we don't actually have stuff." She pointed to the logs and dirt that they and the fox-people had rearranged in the process of clearing ground for a castle. There'd been rain last night and the two of them had sheltered in a lean-to like ill-equipped campers.
"Stuff doesn't matter here. Like Ludo said, we could just ask for a palace to get drawn into existence here, or bully the villagers into doing all the construction, but what'd be the point?"
Horizon had experienced wet feathers and fur already, but physical hardship in Talespace wasn't much compared to his old life. "We are kind of naked and primitive at the moment," he admitted. "What say we take some time off from setting up a headquarters?"
"Sure. Uh..." She looked around. "What is there around here an
The KeeperAi-la came to me when she was eight years old, dressed in a faded hospital gown, with her feet and arms bare and littered with coloured Band-Aids from IV drips. Other than being remarkably short and skinny, there was nothing peculiar about her appearance—she was yet another child who had unfortunately fallen ill to a fatal disease.
When I first found her outside the House in the dead of night, she was staring blankly at the black sky and shivering. I was immediately able to tell she was a newcomer by the look of her skin, translucent but slowly becoming an opaque white beneath the light of the gold lanterns.
“There are no stars here,” I said as gently as I could in the silence, not wanting to frighten her, as most did not take well to their unwitting transportation to the Other Side. The child remained still. “What is your name?”
She tilted her head and her dark eyes focused upon me, intense and perceptive. She took in my masked face and black suit, her ex
Laughing Jack x Reader- I'm Going to Need more Red
It was an obvious fact that baking was one of your favourite hobbies.The large collection of baking trays often stacked in the sink of Slender Manor, the scent of cake that seemed to stick to you at all times and the multiple icing sugar packets sprawled across your bedroom floor was a dead giveaway.
Even your outfit seemed to match your obsession with baking!
What you often wore was a (f/c) blouse and a simple (s/f/c) skirt that was covered with a black apron that had white frills covering the edge. On your feet there were (f/c) pumps with matching socks that stopped at your mid-thigh, and your hair was styled into a bun with a cupcake hairpin to keep it in place.
You were downright adorable and from the moment you were accepted into Slender’s household after adding some ‘unusual’ ingredients into your food, you were every pastas target. They each attempted to gain your affection with multiple gifts and food but you denied each of them sweetly with a sorrowful look a
It was just like any other day. Red would be challenged by some random unskillful Pokemon trainer, defeat them with ease and move on. That was beginning to become a daily ritual to the former champion. He may have given up the title three years ago, but hundreds of other trainers and people still see him as the champion.
They considered it some form of 'honor' to battle Red no matter how badly they lost.
Truth be told. Red was getting sick of this false honor his challengers would spout out seconds before the battle began. More often than not it made his stomach churn and ache. He felt a hole beginning to form in his heart. He felt lonely and forgotten.
Champion. What did it mean to be the Champion of the Pokemon League?
It'd been so long since Red became the Champion he had forgotten what it truly felt like. He vaguely remembered being excited to have defeated Green. That's when the hole in his heart began to rip open.
Of course Red had his beloved Pokemon. They recognized him as Red,
APH- 9-11 Fanfiction-Part 1APH- 9/11 Fanfiction Part 1
September 10th, 2001
The meeting room was in its usual state of chaos. It seemed that everyone was talking at the same time. Luminous and brilliant, the sun's rays of light were barely able to pass through the drawn, khaki curtains sheltering the room from the world outside. Because it was not the only skyscraper in New York City, the meeting room could easily be seen from neighboring towers. Not far down the street, for example, were the Twin Towers. Anyone with decent eyesight could easily see into the rooms of the buildings nearby. The meetings of the UN were meant to be kept confidential, so all possible security measured had to be taken. Mounted high on the white walls, the clock displayed 8:37. Just as the red hand ticked to the twelve, the door opened and China walked in.
"Sorry I'm late," he said to no one in particular. America shuffled his papers and then rose, clearing his throat.
Shinigami x reader - pocky game (Ichigo)They see me rollin', they be hatin'~ :iconpewdiepieplz:
Rangiku brought you to the world of the living. You were squirming so much that the both of you had to make a deal... if Rangiku does this, you get to do what ever you want after words...maybe some yaoi reading...maybe eating...or stuff like that. I mean, Rangiku's the closest friend you've got...and she doesn't really give you much me-time too. So this is a golden opportunity!
Ichigo was at the park with some child soul. Luckily, this is the modern age...no one goes to the park that much anymore...their all back at home on the internet and stuff. So this is perfect! Just you, Rangiku, Ichigo and some other few humans...what could be better?
"Ichigo!~" Rangiku waved her hand.
"Oh, it's you...and-" Ichigo paused and turned back to the child soul, blushing. You felt kind of hurt thinking that maybe he doesn't really li