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| Deleted User | May 6 2008, 04:21 PM Post #1 |
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Merlin had, as most of the time, a book in her nose. Her long red scarf trailed on the floor behind her, leaves stuck to the red material. Today she wore a light yellow beret, or a painting hat, atop her loose blue hair, a green T-shirt, and jeans. Her feet were, as almost always, clad in sneakers. A polished mahogany violin case swung from her right hand; the book was held in her left. Someone stepped on the end of her scarf. Merlin tried to walk another step, couldn’t, and tripped, falling flat on her face, dropping her book and music case. The book slid underneath a bench. The case, however, flew over to someone just ahead of her. Merlin looked up. The guy was huge, at least a foot taller than her, and was wearing an evil grin. He shook the violin case in front of her nose. Merlin tried to stand, but whatever force had prevented her from moving in the first place had moved to prevent her from moving at all. “Let her up,” the giant told whoever it was, “We’ll let her get her stupid wood, won’t we?” Guffaws founded around her as the pressure was released. Merlin scrambled to her feet. “Give it back!” she yelled, trying not to panic. The gaint’s evil grin became wider. “But I don’t want to just yet,” he said, carelessly tossing it over his shoulder. Merlin was trying to control the feeling of panic that had begun to crawl through her. She had no music, no instrument. “Give it back, you slimeball!” she yelled. The giant’s grin faded. In one movement he swung one of his gorilla arms up and grabbed Merlin by the scarf and her shirt. “No,” he hissed. “No one insults The Gnasher and gets away with it.” Merlin was trying not to gag. “You need a tic-tac,” she choked out. Instantly she knew it was the wrong thing to say. The Gnasher’s hand moved to her neck. “I’ll show you proper respect!” It was getting hard to breath. Her airway was being constricted by the giant hand – or was it someone else using their powers? She doubted it; the leader’s only power seemed to be strength. Her beret fell to the ground. Merlin raised her hands and tried to pry off the hand, but, as usual, her weakling hands didn’t do anything. “Help!” she managed to rasp, before having to return to the struggle of slowly being suffocated. Her scarf, though she was up in the air about a foot, still touched the ground. |
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| Medivh | May 6 2008, 04:57 PM Post #2 |
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One of the things about being disabled is that sometimes, it makes you invisible. A non-entity. Such was normally the case for the poor guy who rolled casually out into the courtyard, gliding silently across the stone pathways in his manual wheelchair. Adjusting his glasses, he had just enough time to look around before he heard the commotion nearby. Now, normally this guy wouldn't have bothered lifting a finger, considering whoever it was capable of handling themselves. However when he looked over and saw what was going on, he couldn't simply sit by. However he had to think for the briefest of moments...how to intervene? Dynamic entry and action was his favored method, but he wasn't sure how best to pull it off. Running a hand through his cheetah-patterned hair he figured that there was only one way to do things as he moved behind a tree and fumbled in his backpack. After a moment, a mechanical voice rang across the courtyard: READY. "Henshin!" FIST ON. Now, until this point, noone had even realized someone else was in the Courtyard. Some of the nearby students had quirked an eyebrow when they heard a voice from nowhere. Then they saw the figure emerging from seemingly nowhere....a being clad in black and white armor...great multi-faceted eyes, a red scarf fluttering in the wind. Some of the students who had been raised or born in Japan let out a cheer, for they knew what the being was. He was as recognizable as Superman was to an american. He was a Kamen Rider, Kamen Rider Rei, as some of the students called him. In a moment he had lept, managing to send himself high over their heads. As he reached the top of his jump, time seemed to slow, like the feeling one got at the top of a roller-coaster just before it went down it's first fall. Using that moment of clarity, the Rider aimed a kick right at the bully's face. Not an easy target to hit, but when one is almost thirty feet in the air, one has plenty of time to adjust their aim.... |
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| Deleted User | May 6 2008, 05:24 PM Post #3 |
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It was getting very hard to breathe. The bully had a tight grip on her throat, rendering it impossible for her to either speak or hum, which was at this point abut her only chance of getting out of this without a visit to the school nurse. Why did these sorts of things always happen to her? Merlin’s kicks against the bully did absolutely no good, not even reaching his body. A flash of white and black armor in Merlin’s vision later, and the bully staggered backwards, releasing his hold on the girl. Merlin fell to the ground in a heap, her scarf following. Her vision was obscured by the red scarf. The bully must have decided he’d had enough, for he hissed angrily, and stomped off, his little troupe scurrying to him. He growled something, and the thuds of a wooden object sounded against the pavement. The girl thought she could hear angry, muttered curses. The originality surprised her. She hadn’t heard this many curse words since the time she’d accidentally exploded a cement mixer. Luckily, no one had blamed her for it, instead saying that one of the workers must have lit it. Merlin successfully disentangled herself from her scarf, which had somehow gotten swirled around her and caught around her legs. The young teen picked up her beret, stood, and ran to get her case. As soon as her hands wrapped around the handle, a feeling of inexplicable relief washed over her. Her music was back! Suddenly remembering her rescuer, Merlin turned. “Thank you!” |
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| Medivh | May 6 2008, 05:54 PM Post #4 |
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Landing lightly on his feet after having his kick collide with the bully's head, Rei looked back over, seeing the victim of the abuse run first for her violin case. Inside his helmet, the guy smiled a bit, remembering older times, and someone else he'd once met as a child. A man who, despite being rather...lecherous...carried a violin as well. "Not a problem." he replied, turning his head to look at her. It was one of the drawbacks to wearing a helmet: People didn't know you were looking at them unless you moved your entire head in their direction. "I couldn't just stand by and watch them bully a new person." Turning to leave, the Rider found a peculiar sight: the wheelchair he had been inhabiting earlier was now only a few steps away. Evidently someone had seen him and moved it to it's current location, though for what motive he could not guess. Still, not being one to curse such a favor, he promptly sat down in the chair, removing the belt around his waist, returning back to the form of Takumi Ishinomori in a brief flash of light. "I see you also play music..." Takumi remarked, as if he hadn't just transformed back from a masked enforcer of justice. "that only makes their attack on you more unforgivable." Pushing his glasses up a bit farther onto his nose, he rolled over to where Merlin was, offering her a hand. "I'm Takumi." he said, smiling a bit. "and you are...?" |
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| Deleted User | May 6 2008, 06:54 PM Post #5 |
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Merlin watched as the robot sat down in a wheelchair, removed a belt from around its waist, and transformed to a teenager in a flash of light. She couldn’t stop herself from giving a small gasp, then immediately bit the inside of her cheek. What kind of a way was that to thank someone who just stopped you from getting pulverized? The teen in the wheelchair was attracting a lot of sympathetic looks from the other students. Merlin couldn’t see why. After all, he did just transform from this robot, so he couldn’t be that disabled. Besides, he couldn’t help it if he couldn’t walk, just like blind people couldn’t help that they couldn’t see, deaf people that they couldn’t hear. Treating them differently was, in Merlin’s opinion, utterly stupid. She absentmindedly wrapped her scarf loosely about her neck, giving it a second loop. “Merlin,” she took the offered hand, grasped it for a moment, and then let go. Casting about for something to say, she finally settled on, “Is that your gift? Turning into a robot?” |
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| Medivh | May 7 2008, 07:37 AM Post #6 |
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"Nice to meet you" Takumi said, keeping his touch gentle as necessitated. Sometimes he hated having to act like he lived in a world made of cardboard. But almost three hundred pounds worth of force could easily crush someone's hand if applied correctly. He vaguely wondered if the bully he'd just put his foot to still had a jaw. Odds were strong that he did. The guy looked like he was built like a tank. One kick wouldn't have taken him down. "Sort of..." Takumi replied, in response to Merlin's question. "I'm only half robotic...though you wouldn't tell from looking at me. The wonders never cease when a bunch of left-over Nazis take you against your will and try to turn you into a super-soldier against your will." Now, Takumi had always been odd, but this was probably one of his oddest traits. He talked about what had happened to him easily. As if it was something people experienced every day. Of course, with Shocker still around, it seemed a high possibility that people WERE experiencing it. Of course odds were that none of those people managed to get out with a will of their own, like he had been lucky enough to do. "Were you looking for someplace?" Takumi asked, looking at Merlin. "Forgive me but when I saw you it seemed like you had accidentally wandered into the wrong place at the wrong time while trying to find or do something else." |
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| Deleted User | May 7 2008, 07:50 AM Post #7 |
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“I’m not sure whether to feel sorry for you or to be completely amazed that you’d even survive something like that,” Merlin said thoughtfully. “But I know I’d hate to be felt sorry for if I was in that position,” she nodded towards the wheelchair, which was probably because pf that operation he had talked about, “so I’ll just settle for being curious.” She was curious. It wasn’t often that you met someone who had survived that sort of enhanced cybernetic engineering. But she wasn’t going to harp on it. Merlin knew how that felt, when people wouldn’t leave you or your power alone. If he wanted to say more, he would. Merlin pondered his next question, tilting her head so that her beret nearly fell off again. “No… I wasn’t exactly looking for something. I was wandering around the school grounds and just happened to get caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.” She paused, then added under her breath, “Like I always seem to do.” |
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| Medivh | May 8 2008, 08:02 AM Post #8 |
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"There's nothing wrong with getting into trouble on occasion." Takumi said, smiling. "It keeps life interesting." Takumi looked around as he spoke, taking in the usual fair sampling of students from the many social cliques around the school. The jocks who were all about sports and bashing eachother's faces in. The cheerleaders, who were all about sexing up the jocks and anyone else who caught their eye. The nerds, who were all about making great, if useless, inventions. None of those groups particularly bothered Takumi too much. Then he noticed THEM.... They were Takumi's least favorite clique around the school. Unfortunately they were the easiest ones to identify. Garbed in black, accented with silver jewelry and absurd, gravity-defying, hairstyles there was no mistaking them. In fact one didn't even need to see the oversized weapons or anything else to identify the bunch of whiny schmucks loitering in a corner of the courtyard as the emo kids. Ah emo kids...how Takumi hated them. They were second only to Shocker on his hate-list. Considering how short his hate-list was, it was truly an achievement. However as Takumi watched them sit about, another person came along, who looked vaguely more familiar.... The new guy had moved over to where the emo kids were and talked to them for a moment, only to be rebuffed and physically shoved away. The guy ran a bandaged hand through his gray hair and shrugged, turning away from the kids and walking in Takumi and Merlin's direction. He was lithe, but not unattractive, and his fashion-sense was little more than a leather jacket and jeans and a band-shirt bearing the name 'Ikemens'. Seeing Takumi the guy smiled and walked over, the two of them greeting eachother like old friends. "Hey man." Takumi smiled. "How've you been?" "I can't complain." the guy shrugged. "Though I'm still puzzled..." "By what?" Takumi asked, looking puzzled himself. "The people on this planet..." the guy said, looking back at the emos with a face of someone who simply didn't understand something and found said phenomenon absurd. "They're very interested in their own suffering. It makes no sense...." "ah, don't worry about it." Takumi replied. "oh!" He finished, having just laid eyes on Merlin and feeling bad that he hadn't introduced the newcomer. "Merlin, this is Nemo." Takumi said, nodding at the guy who had just arrived. "He's...a transfer student." "Nice to meet you." Nemo said, smiling. |
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| Deleted User | May 9 2008, 07:46 AM Post #9 |
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“On occasion? No. Every day? Yes,” Merlin replied, knowing that her words probably didn’t even reach Takumi’s ears. The boy was busy looking around for – something? Someone? Either way, he was looking at all of the various cliques, including the emo’s, whom Merlin had no respect for. What was the point about moaning about how bad your life is and not doing anything about it? A guy walked over and began to talk to Takumi. He spoke about people as though he weren’t one. Actually, he spoke like he wasn’t even from Earth. Which, come to think of it, wasn’t that unlikely. Other worlds did exist. Just because she hadn’t been too them didn’t mean that others hadn’t. “And you,” Merlin gave him a quizzical look. ‘Beating around the bush’, as some people called it, was not her style. “Are you from another world?” The question was honest, there was only curiosity in her voice. |
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| Medivh | May 12 2008, 05:57 PM Post #10 |
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"I don't exactly have another world." Nemo smiled, seeming unconcerned about talking about it. "I was on my way here when...well....things get kinda fuzzy about the time I hit the seventh planet of this system. But I kinda got ambushed and the next thing I knew I was spread out on Tokyo's beach front." He flexed the fingers on his bandaged arm as he spoke, having changed the latter earlier in the morning, thus they were still clean but stiff. It always took him time to wear in new bandages. "Well, I hate to run" Takumi said, checking his watch and turning himself for the Lunchroom. "but I have to be somewhere, unfortunately. Nemo, perhaps you might be able to show Merlin around so she doesn't run afoul of our wonderful pack of problem-students again." he finished. "Only if she wants." Nemo replied as Takumi waved at Merlin and departed, moving as though he was late for an appointment.... |
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| Deleted User | May 13 2008, 11:18 PM Post #11 |
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"Oh," Merlin nodded at the explanation, "So you're a sort of space-traveler?" Takumi said something about having to be elsewhere and wheeled off. "Thanks again!" Merlin called after his retreating figure. tHe guy was nice. Nicer than a lot of other students at this school, apparently. Or maybe it was just that group. Either way, she hadn't had to visit the school hospital yet. Now that was a record. "I don't mind," Merlin said cheerfully in response to Nemo's statement. "I'd probably get lost otherwise, and you seem as if you've been here before. What happened to your arm?' she asked suddenly, noyicing the stiff white bandages on his arm. |
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| Medivh | May 16 2008, 07:14 AM Post #12 |
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"Oh it's just a slight injury." Nemo said, trying to play off the question as if it was nothing. "It just hasn't healed yet." Looking around, Nemo tried to figure out where best to start their tour. Odds were she'd already seen the dorms, the Lunchroom was easy enough to pick out. It truly was difficult to figure out where to begin. Thus, Nemo went for the easy approach... "Where would you like to start?" he asked. "There's lots of places we can go, though there are some we might want to skip...." As he spoke he was thinking of places like the hot springs, which were basically girl-traps. Nemo himself had never been there, though, always figuring that it was nothing but crazy earthmen in towels sniffing around at the girls and drooling. Kind and forgiving Nemo may be, but it didn't mean he didn't get disgusted sometimes, and the antics of the guys at the springs were one of the things he got mildly disgusted about. It was his job to defend this planet, but that never meant he had to like everyone on it. Still, if she wanted to go there, he wouldn't mind. Though she did have this innocence about her that he would hate to see damaged. |
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| Deleted User | May 16 2008, 07:51 AM Post #13 |
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“It doesn’t look slight,” Merlin noted. “It looks like you’re used to wearing them. Anyway, there is a place that I’ve been trying to get to, but haven’t seem to have found it yet. Do you have any idea where the library is?” As she spoke, Merlin picked up the book that had slid under the bench. The title showed it was about natural wildlife, though how wildlife could be anything but natural, Merlin hadn’t a clue. The reason why she wanted to find the library was simple. Reading was one of her favorite hobbies (aside from her music, of course), and she wanted to read something new. She’d heard great things about the library, that it was huge, had thousands of books… A definite plus would be that there wouldn’t really be anyone there. In Merlin’s experience, people tended to stay away from places like libraries. That and she really had no desire to go to a place where there’s be a bunch of girls hanging moony-eyed over boys and vice-versa. |
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| Medivh | May 17 2008, 10:19 AM Post #14 |
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"I've only seen the place." Nemo admitted. "But I can show you where it is." Nemo didn't look too horribly concerned as he began to walk with Merlin in the direction of the library. He'd been everywhere around campus at one time or another. They'd find it eventually. Hopefully without anything odd or embarrassing happening. Unfortunately for Nemo, he had a song stuck in his head. He had no real idea where it had come from, but it had managed to stick in his head. Fortunately he'd started out simply humming the melody, noticing the violin Merlin carried only made him hear the music clearer in his mind. However as if things couldn't get worse, he started to sing quietly.... Now, it was not that Nemo had a bad voice. His singing was decent enough. He wasn't exactly trained for it, he simply had a small knack. However what made things bad was that friends were always bugging him about being a member of a boy-band. A concept which Nemo did not exactly understand, but he judged by the laughter about it was not a good thing. However he couldn't help himself, thus he started to sing barely enough for anyone to hear... Jibun no Koto Kizutsu Kenai... Meguni Dake Kakko Marete Temo... Kowaritai to Negau no Nara... Nigarasenakya Kara wo Yadori.. Kiba te, Tachiukau yo, Butsukate Tashikametai, Naze? Yoku ni Akaerareta DESTINY! Konna ni Mysterious.. Toki Hanate Michi no Chikara boku o yobu koe fushigi na Yami no Naka de! Kikoete Kuru? MELODY wo Oikake Mayoi Komu Toki no Naka e! Tabun Sore Koso ga Sadame! Nigerarenai ! Nigechaikenai! Hajimaru DESTINY'S PLAY... Of course he sung in Japanese. He did know english, but he never really used it aside from helping bewildered tourists or talking to other students. Otherwise he normally fell back into Japanese. "So you know where I'm from." Nemo smiled, stopping his singing to look at Merlin. "Where are you from?" |
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| Deleted User | May 17 2008, 08:04 PM Post #15 |
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“Great!” Merlin followed Nemo as he wandered around. She herself had no idea where anything was in this place, except for her dorm, and she wasn’t going to ask the teachers for help. The very thought of it sent chills up her spine. Asking a teacher for help? Yuck. Merlin tilted her head to one side. She thought she could hear a faint song, hummed, slightly off pitch. Unless this was just yet another song that had gotten stuck in her head. But no, a few moments later and a soft flow of words came from her right. The boy, Nemo, was singing. Quietly and off pitch, true, but aside from that, he didn’t have a bad voice. “So now you know where I’m from. Where are you from?” “I don’t necessarily know where you’re from,” Merlin informed him. “You could just like the Japanese language. Personally,” she continued, having just realized something, “I don’t think you’re from Earth at all. Anyway, I’m from Japan, but I’m… different from everyone else. Otherwise I wouldn’t be here now.” |
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