Hetland 2 wrote:As Memoir neared the door containing all the childerbeasts, he thought that he should sing a song, to brighten the childerbeasts' mood. So without a moment's hesitation, he started roaring out children's songs. As each line finished, the voice came closer and closer to the door.
"Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full."
He was about half way to the door when he suddenly switched to a more somber tone.
"One for the master,
One for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane."
The sound of his eerie singing could still be heard, but there was a happier tone to it.
"Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?"
There was a significant pause in the singing as Memoir felt hatred boiling up from the bowels of his soul. He smashed the door open started shouting at the wreckage of the door, "I FUCKING TOLD YOU HOW MANY BAGS OF WOOL I HAVE YOU SHIT EATING FUCKWIT!!!", before turning to face his his master's master, some blithering fuckwit named Karlson. Or something. Memoir didn't have a mind for names, or much of a mind at all. People all ways said he'd lost it. But He didn't lose it. They took it from him. They took everything from him. They made him the mad man that he was, and he'd get revenge. Soon enough. Revenge would be his. Once he found their base inside his mind, they'd rue the day they crossed him. All OF THEM! Memoir started cackling maniacally. "So we meet again, MY MASTER'S MASTER! WHAT a PLEASURE... It is toMEATMEET you! Again."
When Karlson heard Memoir's voice, he grinned. Ah, the maniac comes.
He turned to look at the Demon when it entered, smiling at it. "And it is good to see you, Memoir. You've got an impeccable sense of timing.
"Let me finish this and then I can introduce you to the kiddies."
Mnar Secundus wrote:Clarence was worried. Raven had looked like the competitive type from the start, but this was insanity. "She's going to get ripped apart, right?"
"Absolutely," replied Boali. "Especially now that she fused with her Familiar. Karlson won't be putting on gloves anymore. But, Clarence, you shouldn't ..."
It was too late: Clarence stood up, hands behind his back, and said loudly, "SIR! Permission to speak, sir!"
Karlson looked in Clarence's direction, glaring at him. "Permission denied. And don't even think about it, unless you want to play with Memoir."
BlackDeath27 wrote:Raven could feel everyone eyes waiting on her obvious demise. Secretly she was feeling scared herself, but Aria's excitement drowned out her worries." They don't realize that this is something I didn't want I wanted to empress them with our fighting ability. Each one of them if I back down now I'll be not her more then trash." Raven thought this to herself only to have Aria respond.
"Look at it this way Raven, this will tell who behind us have real guts to in trust our lives to. I may have forced you in this position though if we are able to land a few hits we'll earn his respect hopefully. In the worst case scenario well get a lot of broken bones." Aira announced with in Raven's head though her focus never left their opponent for one second.
The moment Clarence opened his mouth about wanting to speak. Raven and Aria's anger explode with both voices speaking at the same time with out looking at him." Clarence look at our position we asked for a fight and this kind gentleman stepped forward. If we back down our existence would be nothing more than trash in their eyes and ours. We rather earn respect through our fist then be a lap dogs following every order like a mindless dolls." At that moment Raven's body ran towards Karlson. Almost upon him she jumped in the air to kick him in the head.
As Raven leapt into the air, she stopped mid-kick, being held immobile by a telekinetic attack. Karlson's glowing eyes narrowed at her, and his voice turned as cold as his blood. "If an opponent gives you an advantage, take it, no matter what the fuck your shitty 'honor code' demands. I gave you a huge advantage with that pistol, and I am appalled that you were too proud to take it. You believe in a fair fight? I can tell you this: you can bet that the people trying to kill you won’t give a damn about a ‘fair fight’. In the real world, it is kill or be killed. If your shitty honor code doesn't allow you to take every advantage that comes your way, even shooting an unarmed man, you will die as a result. Death isn't a respecter of honor, and neither am I."
He held his hand outstretched towards the hovering, immobile girl, his forefinger and thumb forming a mock, cocked pistol. His face revealed the current state of his mind: emotionless. "I have no respect for fuck-ups that think too highly of themselves and their honor."
His thumb fell down, mimicking a hammer on a gun. As it did so, he said, "Bang."
Raven's head snapped backwards, her neck breaking with a crack. Her lifeless body fell to a heap on the ground as her soul was flung into the realms of Hell. Karlson put down his "pistol", and walked over to her. He bent over her, his fingers tracing a line from her forehead to her lips. What a waste of a beautiful body.
He took a deep breath, using Lightheart’s power to send a telepathic message through the gates of Hell to Raven’s dead spirit, "Let this be your first lesson, Raven: do whatever it takes to defeat your enemy, even if it means fighting dirty.
“Now, I don't give a damn if you respect me or not. In fact, fuck your respect. I swore to Balaam that I would train you to survive this war, and I intend to do so. If it is the last fucking thing I do, I will make you and the rest of these dipshits into killers, 'cause only then will you be able to survive the shit that's waiting for you.
"Now, as the Keeper of Lady Lightheart, I implore the god of this universe, Lucen the Seraph, to return this wandering soul to her body. Grant her life once more."
When he ended his telepathic connection with Hell, Raven's head fit back into place, and all her bones joined once more. All the bumps and bruises, all the scars and scrapes, and even all the strain in her muscles were instantly healed as energy flowed through Karlson's hand and into Raven. When she was put back together again, he placed his hand over her mouth, forming a makeshift funnel. He blew into it, filling her lungs with air. As he did, her heart began to beat again, and she started breathing. At that point, her spirit returned to her now living body, and her eyes fluttered open to look at Karlson. Although she wouldn't be in any pain, she most definitely would not have much energy left.
So, he sat up, giving Raven some space. His face was dark, but his voice wasn't as cold as before. "Don't cross me again, kid. Next time, I won't be so merciful."
He turned to the rest of the kids. "I hope all of you will learn from this as well. If you're pissed off, I don’t give a damn. But know that this is the world that you are in now. If you're going to survive, you need to do whatever it takes to both eliminate your enemies, and gather allies to help you survive. If you don't learn that lesson soon, you will die, and I won’t be there to resurrect your sorry asses.
"Oh and don't make the same mistake of speaking without my express permission. The lack of respect for this camp's rules from now on will be punished harshly by Memoir, our new Moral Enforcer."
He looked at Laura. "Laura, take this girl to the uppermost apartment in the first complex. Just in case you begin wondering why it is so well-furnished, it's my apartment. So don't you dare screw around with my stuff in there. Take her to the bedroom, and let her sleep in the bed. When you are finished, head to the firing range."
Are you planning on sleeping with her, Karlson?
Hell no. I'll sleep on the couch tonight.
He could feel Lightheart’s urge to roll her eyes at him. So, first you mercilessly kill her, and then you give up your bed for her to sleep in? Your thought processes are just fucked up.
At that point, he really had nothing to reply with, except, Shove it up your ass.
Nekronia wrote:Jackie was apathetic towards the enraged screaming at his and the other group, and followed along with the others into the gym when they were instructed to do push-ups. The teen smirked at this, knowing almost exactly how this was going to go. Je, just like at my old dojo, knuckle push-ups, yeah! Heh heh. Please, PLEASE don't do anything... you know... rash. Walter separated from his master, stepping a few steps back politely as he watched everything unfold. John, however, snapped into a salute and shouted "JAWOHL, HERR KOMMANDANT", before falling onto his knees and then onto his knuckles to do push-ups on his fists, with a smug look of confidence in knowing how things would go. Walter sighed, preparing for the worst. John did his push-ups carefully and slowly, so that he could do as many as he could. He mumbled to himself as he did the push-ups as an amusing way of controlling his breathing. "Ein Fisch, zwo Fisch, roter Fisch, blauer Fisch "EIN, Fisch. ZWO, Fisch. ROTER, Fisch. BLAUER, Fisch. EIN, Fisch. ZWO... Fisch. Roter... Fisch. Blauer... FICK!" During the eighth push-up, Jackie's muscles turned in their resignation and gave up around seven seconds before the end of the time limit, not giving enough strength to lift up the skinny teen. John fell on his face, unphased by the medium pain of falling a small distance onto his nose. He sighed, giggling to himself almost silently. Je, just like at my old dojo. Thankfully, his old work at the dojo had his knuckles hard so knuckle push-ups were of identical difficulty to regular ones, however it still wasn't enough to even accomplish half the intended goal. While doing push-ups on his knuckles might earn him a few points, failing to reach even half the intended goal when everyone else succeeded with flying colors was definitely going to bring the wrath of Hell. In this case, quite literally. After the whistle went off and the time was over, he used his leg muscles to prop himself up, his face supporting a third of his weight, and then swung his legs around to the front so he was sitting up, after which point he stood up so he wouldn't be kicked in the face while he was down. Not that standing up would change anything in the bootmarks-on-the-face department.
He almost burst out laughing when the inhuman demon burst through the door, psychotically rambling about sheep and their wool, but managed to suppress it to a giggle. As for the duel about to take place, he watched in amusement with a smirk while his soon-to-be punisher would likely teach Raven a lesson about confidence.
After his fight, Karlson looked at Jackie and growled, "So, wussbag, you didn't even make it halfway?! Get the fuck down into push up position again, and start over!!"