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Sorry I couldn't finish it. I'm in school right now and handling a large story like Interesing Humans is a lot on my plate. Thank you for reading the first 5 chapters. Current Characters: 1. TheConquerer [N/A] 2. Vexper [Big Foot] 3. YamamotoSensei [Yamamoto] 4. God-of-Harem [Goh] 5. EmiyaNanaya [Mikiya] 6. Omeg4 [Meo] 7. SolviteWoTaberu [Vite] (Vite is pronounced Vee-tay.) 8. MKim [Kim] 9. someprotagonist [Mr. Tanner] 10. Astros477 [Astro] 11. xYatagarasu [Mu] 12. KawaiiWeeabz [Isamu] 13. PantsMan [Abby/Negativa] Just post if you're interested in having a chracater. If you'd like, give me a power your character would like to have. I would appreciate if you read my story on the Wordpress site I've given you under this. CHARACTER PAGE: http://interestinghumans.wordpress.com/characters/ Chapter 1 Wordpress Link: http://interestinghumans.wordpress.com/2014/12/30/chapter-1-the-detective-and-yamamoto/ Users whose characters are present in this chapter: TheConquerer YamamotoSensei The Detective leaned on his shovel and struggled to light his cigarette, the heavy rain constantly putting out the flame. He stared down at the casket that he just uncovered — a casket that supposedly contained a man named Yuichi Yamamoto. The Detective had no idea what the point of the request was. A week before, he was given a package with a generous amount of money to find the grave of a Japanese man and dig it up, leaving another envelope in the opened casket which the detective thought was an odd way to send a message. With no name to go with the request he was wary of what he got himself into but regarding the compensation, he was in no place to ask questions. There wasn’t much information about Yuichi from the envelope; only that his grave was somewhere in the northern half of Japan and for sure in an isolated, rural area. The only other piece of information was a photo of the grave itself and a temple in the background. After a day of gathering information on the net, The Detective narrowed down his search to the northern Japanese island of Hokkaido. Questioning the locals with sub-par Japanese proved to be a challenge but he eventually found the temple in the photo. He was finally there, at the grave of a man named Yuichi Yamamoto. He hopped into the hole he dug — the trench coat that he always wore was neatly placed on ground level, outside of the hole. He stood to one side and carefully opened the casket. The Detective was taken aback seeing not a Japanese man in the grave but a white person wearing what looked to be an American soldier’s uniform from World War Two. He hopped out of the hole and uncovered the envelope that he tucked into his jacket so that it wouldn’t be soaked by the rain. It was still dry. As he was about to throw it in the open grave he stumbled back and fell on his behind, not grasping the reality of what he observed. The man in the grave, ‘Mr. Yamamoto’, sat up abruptly, as if waking up from a bad dream. “Where am I?” Yamamoto asked no one in particular. He looked around before standing up. He propped himself up onto the surface and left the hole made by The Detective. Yamamoto spotted the confused Detective. “Who are you?” Yamamoto asked him. “I’m… I’ve been sent to deliver a –” “Quiet,” Yamamoto cut off The Detective while putting an index finger on his own lips, “they might find us if we stay in one place.” “Who’s going to find us?” “Are you stupid? The enemy! We’ve spent too long in this one spot. We have to get out of here now!” The Detective resumed a standing position and placed both his hands on Yamamoto’s shoulders. “What the hell are you talking about? There are no enemies.” “Of course there is! This is a war, isn’t it?” The Detective took his arms off Yamamoto. “I need to find my platoon…” Yamamoto patted his pockets which was followed by a distressed look. “You don’t happen to have a radio with you?” “You’ve got the wrong idea,” The Detective said. Yamamoto sternly looked at him. “It’s 2015.” “What’s 2015?” “The year.” “The year?” Yamamoto asked excitedly. “Yes. The war has been over for decades.” Yamamoto had trouble finding his next words. “P-prove it.” The Detective took his muddied and drenched jacket and the envelope that fell on the ground. He fiddled around with the coat, finally pulling his new cell phone and showing it to Yamamoto. “They didn’t have these in the 40s.” “What is this? Is this a new kind of radio? I’ve never seen anything like it.” The Detective flicked Yamamoto’s head. “It’s called a cell phone. It’s a radio that can do a lot more.” “Can I call my platoon with it?” “Your platoon’s probably dead.” Yamamoto seethed. Before Yamamoto could say anything, The Detective spoke. “But you’re not. That’s peculiar. That’s beside the point,” The Detective handed Yamamoto the envelope that was to be thrown in the empty casket, “this is probably for you. I wasn’t paid to ask questions or answer yours. Just open the package.” Yamamoto opened it. The Detective stepped back for a little bit. A man whose life revolved solely around logic found none of it that day. He never believed that a dead man would come back to life. He assumed there was something going on with Yuichi Yamamoto that could be explained in a rational manner. There was a silence for minutes. The rain was letting up but both Yamamoto and The Detective were still getting wet. The Detective was finally able to light his last cigarette, the smoke warming his lungs. “It says,” The Detective flicked his finished cigarette into Yamamoto’s casket as Yamamoto spoke, “that both of us are invited to a conference in… London?” “That’s a far ways away.” The Detective paused. “Wait… did you say both of us?” “That’s what it says.” The un-dead soldier replied. The Detective skimmed the note and found the passage: this is a message for you and the man who found you. The Detective confirmed his suspicions. Something was up. Whether the man Yamamoto knew about it or not, he couldn’t tell. Yamamoto took back the package and kept reading. As he read, he pulled out an American passport with the name Reid Marion as well as other legal documents. He also found $10000 American, in cash. “We use these documents to get me to London. The cash is for the fare. They said to keep the change.” “Really now…” “Really.” “Are you going to go?” “Well,” Yamamoto shrugged, “I thought it was the year 1945 when you found me. If it’s 2015 then… I don’t really have much to do. I guess I’m going to go. Are you?” “I will. It’s not in my nature to refuse money. It’s also not in my nature to ask questions.” Yamamoto smiled. “I’m… apparently… Yuichi Yamamoto,” he introduced himself right after reading the name on the gravestone. “Now known as Reid Marion.” “I’m a Detective.” “You don’t have a name?” “I prefer to keep it private.” “Fair enough.” “Is your real name Yuichi Yamamoto?” “Look at me. Do you think it is?” The Detective laughed at Yamamoto’s snarkiness. “I guess not.” The Detective gave Yamamoto his jacket to cover the antiquated uniform that could possibly hold negative connotations in Japan. They left the lonely town in Hokkaido for Sapporo. They stayed there a few nights, reacquainting Yamamoto with the modern world, before taking a flight to Heathrow. Chapter 2 http://interestinghumans.wordpress.com/2014/12/31/chapter-2-mr-mikiya-and-goh/ Users whose characters appear in this chapter: God-of-Harem EmiyaNanaya MKim someprotagonist (mentioned) “Is Goh in class?” Mr. Mikiya, Mr. Tanner’s substitute teacher asked. There was no response, from anyone. Mr. Mikiya, exasperated, put the attendance list on his desk. “Goh?” Still, no response. “I guess he’s not–” “Wait,” said Kim, a well-loved girl in the school. She was always hyper but that attitude made her a perfect poster-child for sports and spirit. She had short blonde hair and a face that made most guys double take. She stood up and ran to a sleeping student with a hood and placed her index finger on his head. The boy looked up and she took back her finger. “This is Goh! He’s here!” “Right…” Mr. Mikia stood at the front, confused. Kim went back to her desk and made eye contact with Goh. She smiled a genuine smile and Goh blushed and placed his head down. He was never too popular with girls. The biology class was more or less the same despite having the substitute, at least for Goh. Mikiya was young, tall, and handsome. With a sculpted face and perfected haircut he had the eyes of many of the underage girls though it seemed he paid no mind to them, a good idea on his part. The majority of the class population, along with Goh, spent most of the time not thinking about the material covered. Kim, on the other hand was dutifully taking down notes, like she always did. The class finished with nothing of note happening. “Goh,” Mr. Mikiya started as the rest of the class made their way to the door, “I’d like to talk to you for a moment.” Goh was packing his things as he spoke to Mikiya, making no effort to sustain eye contact. “It if it’s about earlier, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” “It’s not about that. Besides, I’m never going to teach you again.” “Why’s that?” “I’m… not really a teacher,” Mikiya said quietly enough. Goh was concerned; he stopped packing his things and looked at the substitute teacher. “What happened to Mr. Tanner?” “He’s sick.” Goh’s worries were confirmed. Mr. Mikiya is a liar, he thought. “Mr. Tanner’s never been sick in all his years of teaching… Who are you?” Mr. Mikiya stayed silent. He waited until all the students other than Goh were out of the room. Kim, the last student to leave the class stared intently at the two before leaving. Mikiya closed the door. “You’re a nosy one, aren’t you?” “I guess. Tell me who you are or I’m calling the police,” Goh said as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “What did you do to Mr. Tanner?” “I haven’t done anything to him.” “Then why isn’t he here?” “Circumstances.” Goh wasn’t appreciative of the ambiguous answer. He picked up his phone and started to dial 9-1-1 but Mikiya quickly took the phone and canceled it. “Fine. I’ll tell you.” Goh looked at Mikiya. “Mr. Tanner is in London right now.” “Why is he all the way there?” “He’s attending a conference.” “A conference for what?” “You’ll never know if you don’t go.” Goh made a confused expression that had hints of frustration. Mikiya went to his bag and pulled out an envelope then handed it to Goh. “I’m inviting you to the same conference, Goh.” “What’s this conference for?” “You’ll never know if you don’t go, I said. It’s next week. Spring break for you, right? It’s not like you’re going to be spending time with friends.” “Don’t pretend like you know me,” Goh said with aggression. Mikiya smiled. There were a lot of teeth in his smile. “My bad, my bad. I think it’s a good idea that you go to this conference.” “Why?” Mikiya took a breath and expelled it through his teeth. “I think I said too much.” Goh was not amused. “There’s $5000 in the envelope. Use the money to get yourself to London at spring break. The rest of the information that you need is there.” “What if I choose to take the money and run?” “I’m not forcing you to come but if you do that it’s going to be a lose-lose situation.” “Tsk,” Goh said under his breath. “I’ll think about it. It’s not like I have anything else to do then.” Mikiya smiled. Goh left the classroom. Mikiya had a satisfied feeling as the pieces of his project were falling to place. Chapter 3 http://interestinghumans.wordpress.com/2015/01/01/chapter-3-the-peculiar-case-of-meo/ Users whose characters are in this chapter: Omeg4 SolvitePriest EmiyaNanaya (mentioned) Meo sat at the edge of his bed enveloped in his black and white striped blanket. He scanned the room whose floor was covered in beer cans and whiskey bottles. The only source of light at 2:15 in the afternoon was from the small television in the corner playing news stories that didn’t affect Meo in any way, whatsoever. He tapped his foot impatiently before hearing a knock at the door. “I’m–,” Meo coughed to clear his throat, the cigarettes he started smoking only a month or two before helping the cause, “I’m coming. Give me a second.” Meo got up and threw the blanket back onto the bed. He paced his room towards the mirror and looked into it. He saw someone he didn’t want to be. The first parts of his body he observed were his eyes. They were tired, restless eyes with defined bags. For Meo, sleep wasn’t enjoyable anymore. His hair was long and shaggy and his beard was more than unkempt. His pale skin brought the look all together. As he moved away from the mirror and towards the door he kicked more cans than he wanted to. Meo opened the door and witnessed before him a tower of a man. At 6-foot-8, Meo had to turn his head up to make eye contact with his guest. Height wasn’t the only major contrast between the two men. The guest’s creaseless double breasted suit and wingtip shoes created an ever greater disparity between the two. The guest’s handsome and well-kept face intimidated Meo. “Hello,” the guest said with a raspy, English accent. “My name’s Vite. You contacted me on that message board.” Meo’s eyes widened. He moved aside to let Vite in. Vite’s head barely missed the top of the frame. “Come in,” Meo started to pick up the beer cans off the floor and threw them into a black garbage bag he found by his studio kitchen. “I’m sorry it’s so messy.” “Don’t worry.” “I’m Meo,” Meo said as he extended his hand towards Vite. The handshake was unreciprocated. It was the first time in weeks since he spoke to another human being — it’s reasonable that he was having problems. “I’m… really grateful that you’re here.” Vite walked around, kicking a few beer cans himself, before pulling out the rolling desk chair and sitting in it. Meo awkwardly brushed himself off before sitting on the bed across from Vite. “Would you like a cup of –” Meo was cut off. “Beer?” Vite said coldly. “No.” “Right…” Vite pulled a notebook and pen from his inside pocket. “Why’d you contact me on that message board?” “Your profile said that you’re good at helping people with interesting problems. That’s what it said, I think.” Vite smiled at Meo. “I’d like to believe that.” Meo sat silently on his bed, thinking about what to say. He bit his lip as he spoke. “Can you… are you sure you can help me?” “I can’t say for sure.” “Oh.” “But I will do my best,” Meo was relieved when Vite said that. “What’s been happening to you?” Meo lit a cigarette in his mouth and took a drag. He was holding back tears as he spoke. “A month ago weird things started happening around me. In the span of three days my parents separated, the group of friends that I hung out with for years… we all went our separate ways. Like, really abruptly. And he,” Meo pointed at the small cage under the windowsill, “that hamster killed two others in the same cage for no reason.” Vite started writing into his notepad. He paused and looked at Meo. “More?” Vite nodded. “I noticed that wherever I went, violent crimes would happen. Like, really really bad ones. I was at the grocery store two weeks ago and I witnessed a man hitting a woman in the back of the head with his palm in the aisle next to me. I heard screaming,” Meo buried his face into his hands, “and I heard someone hit the floor.” “What happened with her?” “I… I don’t know. I ran.” “How many times has this kind of thing happened to you?” “I really can’t count it. People. Animals, too. When I’m around them they fight. They kill each other. I can’t… I can’t take it.” Meo was visibly distressed. Vite stood up and laid his hand on Meo’s shoulder. “Meo,” Vite started, “I’m here to help.” Vite smiled, his eyebrows not moving at all. To an outsider, it could look like a smile that hid malicious intent but to Meo it was a reassuring one. “Thank you. Thank you, so much.” Vite sat back down. “How are you going to help? Can you stop these things from happening?” “Stop? You want to stop these things?” Vite looked surprised. He took his hands off Meo’s shoulders. “Why would you stop… your gift, Meo?” “It’s a curse,” Meo shouted at Vite before becoming meek, like he first appeared. “No, it isn’t. It’s a gift.” Vite said. He was becoming indignant and Meo started to squirm nervously. “Let’s see,” Vite looked around the room before making eye contact with Meo. “You’re not alone. I’ve got a ‘gift’ like you, Meo.” “You do?” Meo asked with excitement. “I do.” Vite looked at the hamster. “Have you ever seen this little guy do anything interesting?” “N-n-no. I’ts just a hamster.” Vite stared at the hamster and walked towards it, slowly. The hamster got up on its hind legs and started walking around, like a human, before jumping and flipping, midair, and landing back on two feet. It went back down to all fours after completing the one rotation. Meo walked up to the cage, intrigued. The hamster was back to its usual self. “H-how did you do that? There’s no way he can do that!” “Didn’t I say, Meo? I have a gift, like you.” Meo was speechless. “And that’s not the end of it.” Vite stood up. Before Meo’s eyes, the towering man that he had to lift his head to make eye contact shrank into a 5-foot-9 brown-haired man. The face was ragged and tired, just like Meo. Meo crawled backwards and placed his back to the wall. “How… h-how’d… did you that?” Vite smiled. It was malicious and chilled Meo to the bone. “I have more than one gift, Meo.” Meo noticed that the raspy English voice turned into a regular American one, an accent he heard every day in New Jersey before he shut himself in. “But… what exactly was that? You changed… right in front of me. Is this some kind of magic trick?” “No,” Vite laughed, quietly, “I have a very peculiar ability. I can change how people perceive me. I walked into this room looking,” Vite examined the ceiling, “much better than I really am.” Meo’s eyes widened. “How about the hamster? That doesn’t explain the hamster.” Vite said nothing. Instead, he pointed at an empty beer can. Meo watched a few last drips trickle out as it levitated and quickly made its way into Vite’s hand. “A…amazing. I can’t… believe it.” Vite gave Meo a while to regain his bearings. “Can I do that one day?” Vite wagged his finger at Meo. “The perception thing… it’s hereditary. Only my sister and br–,” Vite cut himself off. “It’s just hereditary.” Meo accepted the explanation. “Okay… how can you help me with those powers?” Meo asked, the absurdity of his question giving him self-doubt about his sanity. “It’s not a good idea to dwell on it all at once. I’ll give you a call when I need you. In the meantime,” Vite started writing something on his notepad, “someone with this name is going to contact you in the next few days. He’s going to ask you to attend some conference in London. Don’t accept. It doesn’t matter how much money he has. Do not accept. He is a dangerous man.” Vite handed Meo the paper and made his way towards the door. Meo looked at the paper and saw the name Mikiya written in perfect script. “Who the hell is Mikiya?” Meo shouted from his bed towards Vite. Vite didn’t say anything. Before he opened the door, Meo saw him transform into the tall, handsome man that walked into the door the other way. The tall Vite smiled as he left Meo, alone in the darkness, once again. Chapter 4 http://interestinghumans.wordpress.com/2015/01/02/chapter-4-the-detective-that-does-anything-for-a-penny/ Users whose characters appear in this chapter: TheConquerer YamamotoSensei Vexper The Detective and Yamamoto sat on a bench by the airport waiting for the bus to take them from Heathrow to The Grand Mallard Hotel, the venue for the conference. They were over a week early for the meeting but each decided that they would rather hang around London than in Chicago where The Detective’s home base was. The air was cool and crisp in the outskirts of London. “So… the last thing you remember was me, pulling you out of the casket?” The Detective asked, referencing the conversation they had prior while inside the plane. “How many times do I have to say yes until you believe me?” “I can’t exactly wrap my head around the fact that you were alive.” The Detective said nothing else. He was thinking about how the grass above Yamamoto’s grave was overgrown. There was no way that Yamamoto was in there, in the oxygen-less casket, for less than half a year. It was silent for a little while before The Detective got up. “I’m going to the smoking area. I’ll be back in a bit.” The Detective started walking towards the glass box. “What if the bus comes?” Yamamoto shouted at The Detective. “I need a goddamn smoke.” “You know those things are going to kill you some day.” The Detective didn’t look back at Yamamoto’s rebuttals. “You need a goddamn smoke and I need a goddamn drink,” Yamamoto whispered under his breath. He leaned back on the bench and started at the cloudless sky. At the smoking area, The Detective was halfway through his first cigarette as he heard his phone ring. He pulled it out of the inside pocket of his trenchcoat and looked at the caller. Number Blocked, it said. He stared at it longer and finally answered. “Hello?” The Detective asked. “There’s something I need you to do,” said a woman’s voice. It was quite distinct; a little flirty, a little withheld, quite sexy, The Detective thought. “Who are you?” “That shouldn’t be your concern right now. You’re in danger,” she said as The Detective looked around. “I’m nowhere near you, but you need to trust me.” “Why should I do that?” The Detective lit his second cigarette and put out the butt of the first one in the little bin with sand. “You’ll be compensated.” “With money?” “Money, and your life.” The Detective did anything for money. Numerous times he was contacted by anonymous clients and more often than not they were generous in their compensation. He complied with the woman. “What do you want me to do?” “Take Yama– I mean Reid and get out of the north entrance. There’s someone coming for you.” “We haven’t done anything. Who the hell’s out for us?” “Do what I say.” The Detective rolled his eyes. At the very least, he had the promise of money which was enough to motivate him. The Detective kept the phone to his ear and threw the barely smoked cigarette into the bin of sand. He walked quickly to the bench where Yamamoto was slacking off and placed his hand on Yamamoto’s shoulder. “We need to go,” The Detective told him. “What… why? Where the–” “Just come.” Yamamoto got up. “Where are we going?” “You heard him, right?” The Detective said to the woman in the phone. “Who the hell are you talking to?” Yamamoto said as they made their way back into the airport, hauling their suitcases. The Detective didn’t reply. His focus was wholly on the unknown woman. “Make your way to the south entrance,” the woman told The Detective. The Detective told Yamamoto to follow him. They ran towards the other side of the airport following directions from the woman. Past the shops, the restaurants, and bars — bars that Yamamoto would stop in front of because he ‘really needed a drink’. Though they were running it didn’t arouse suspicion; most travelers thinking that the two men were late for their flight. The two found themselves outside in a desolate part of the airport. “Look to the left,” the woman said, “there’s the entrance to a parkade. Make your way to the top floor. There’s going to be a car, for you. It should be the only car there. It’s got a GPS and the keys are on top of the back left wheel. Make your way to London in that.” The woman hung up. The Detective opened the door to the stairwell that would eventually get them to safety and away from a danger they did not know. “We’re going to drive to London.” “What?” Yamamoto replied. “Apparently we’ve got a car.” “How the hell can you trust some stranger on the phone?” “I don’t know if I trust her yet but she did promise me compensation for following her directions.” Yamamoto placed his palm to his face. They finally made their way to the top floor of the staircase. “I don’t know if I can left lane drive,” The Detective started as he opened the door and walked around, “can you drive, Yamamoto?” “Don’t think so.” “Great…” “So,” Yamamoto became indignant, “where’s this car of yours?” The Detective looked around. There were no vehicles, anywhere. The top level was barren save for The Detective, Yamamoto, and a large, bearded man who came in through the staircase across from the two. “Who the hell is this guy?” Yamamoto asked no one in particular. The Detective said nothing, opting to wait for the large man to make a move. He wore cuffed jeans and a baggy sweatshirt. ‘No sense of style’, the two of them thought. The large man walked into the centre of the parking lot not breaking eye contact with the two as he moved. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a small snub-nosed revolver. The Detective was without his own snub-nosed revolver. There was no way that the security would let him through with it. He placed his hands on his head to show that he wasn’t a threat. Yamamoto did the same thing. The large man pointed it at them and they flinched but stayed in the same spot. He then pointed it into his mouth. Afraid that the large man was going to end his life, Yamamoto shouted, “Don’t do it!” The large man neither put down the gun or killed himself. He placed the muzzle in his mouth then bit it, tearing a chunk of the metal off with his teeth. He proceeded to swallow the metal. The large man did the same thing to the rest of the gun; even the rounds. There was no more gun left. The two were speechless and frozen. They couldn’t grasp what had happened. The large man still said nothing. He raised his hand and clasped his pinky, ring, and middle fingers, while extending his index finger. He pointed the hand-gun at the two. “What are you doing?” The Detective asked the large man. The large man said nothing. He bent his thumb. From the tip of his finger, a ball of unrecognizable matter flew out with the speed of a bullet hitting the concrete border of the top floor of the parkade. It made a hole almost five inches deep. Still with his hands on his head Yamamoto looked at The Detective and spoke. “We’re in a little bit of a pinch, aren’t we?” Chapter 5 http://interestinghumans.wordpress.com/2015/01/03/chapter-5-run/ There was smoke coming from the manmade bullet that dug itself into the parkade barrier. The Detective and Yamamoto looked at the hole with fine debris trickling out. The Detective made a break for the parkade door they were beside. He spun into the safety of the stairwell and put his back on the concrete separating himself and danger. Yamamoto watched as The Detective did that; The Detective motioning for the veteran to come along. Yamamoto stood still until four shots barely missed him. Two of the bullets whizzed past his head and out into the air. The other shots made dents in the barrier deep enough to penetrate the other side. Apparently The Detective wasn’t as safe as he thought with a concrete wall for defense. “Oh, Jesus Christ!” Yamamoto exclaimed as he ran towards the door. His sport coat was blowing behind him as he ran. The large man shot a few other bullets that missed Yamamoto. They caught their breath in the temporary safety of the stairwell. The Detective lit a cigarette and took a drag to calm his nerves. Both knew that the large man was coming after them. “We can’t stay here. He shot through the whole barrier!” Yamamoto told The Detective. “We gotta go.” Yamamoto and The Detective ran down the staircase. At one point The Detective dropped his still lit cigarette from his mouth. They made their way to the second floor. As Yamamoto lead himself towards the first floor, The Detective pulled him by the collar. “What are you doing? We have to get the hell out of here.” “We can’t do that.” Yamamoto never heard that tone of voice from The Detective. “He’s going to kill someone if we bring him to where people are.” “Yeah, he’s going to kill us!” “We cannot get innocent people killed,” The Detective enunciated his words, “he’s obviously after us.” Yamamoto closed his eyes, frustrated as The Detective said that. “So what are we supposed to do now?” “We… hide. I guess.” The Detective was cautious about his on-the-fly plan. They went onto the second floor of the parkade. There were a few cars in sight. The two opted to take cover behind a large SUV where they had a view of the whole floor. “Sit down and shut up.” The Detective told Yamamoto. They did just that. They waited and made themselves as inconspicuous as possible by fiddling around on The Detective’s phone. Yamamoto was genuinely intrigued by the piece of technology that he wasn’t familiar with. It was barely a moment before the spotted the large man walk out of the door the came from. He stopped and scanned the floor of the parkade. Like the top floor, the second floor was populated only by the three men. The large man walked around the area. Yamamoto and The Detective stayed hidden behind the SUV while talking, quietly. Not a whisper, but a ‘quiet talk’. “We can jump him. If we come at him from both sides we ca–” Yamamoto pitched a suggestion before being cut off by The Detective. “He shot bullets out of his fingers, Yamamoto. If he can do that with both hands then we won’t be able to do anything. He can kill both of us if he can use both hands.” “You’re quite the rational thinker, aren’t you?” The Detective smiled at Yamamoto’s observation. They stopped their conversation as the the large man came close to them. The large man stopped at a car about twenty feet away from the two. He opened its hood and held out his hand. To The Detective, it looked like the large man was straining to do something. The two witnessed the large man turn a bright and incandescent red; as if he was glowing. The large man, in this now non-human-looking state, placed his hand on the machinery in the open car. The inside of the car was set on fire as the large man walked away from it. He went into the middle of the parkade floor. “You two are dead!” The large man had a heavy American south accent. The two were dumbfounded. Yamamoto was frozen, looking straight at the large man to which the large man took notice. The large man smiled without opening his mouth. The large man ran towards the SUV that Yamamoto and The Detective were hiding behind. They were in a pinch. Yamamoto was frozen and The Detective didn’t have any weapons. They also left their suitcases on the top floor and it would be too risky for them to salvage the luggage. The Detective cleared his mind. He needed to find a way to stop the large man or else he and Yamamoto would be dead. He started to think of it as a case. “How can I stop this man? He’s tall. Maybe 6-foot-3. 250-300 pounds maybe? He’s running pretty fast at us. But that’s not the most significant part of the large man. When he first appeared he ate a gun. Let’s put aside the ridiculousness of that sentence. What happened after he ate the gun… that’s right — he shot a bullet out of his finger, amazingly enough. After that we ran. Down the stairs. We ended up here, on the second floor. He still wanted to kill us so he was trying to look for us. I thought that he was going to use his ‘finger-gun’ again but instead he started to glow. Then he lit a car on fire with his ‘hot-hands’. That car still has to blow, as well. I think it’d be a good idea to stop that. So… at the top level he ate a gun. He… became a gun, I guess. On this floor… he lit himself. So what did he eat, assuming that’s how he changes himself? Think back… he shot, then we ran, then we made our way down the staircase, and I dropped my — That’s it. I dropped my cigarette. If he ate that… he could ‘light himself’, per se. I need to use tha –” “Don’t blank out at this moment!” Yamamoto shook The Detective out of his trance. “Sorry.” It was only three seconds that The Detective was in a blank state. “Run!” The Detective said. The Detective leapt out of the hiding spot and ran atop the SUV and past the large man. The large man looked at The Detective but made his way to Yamamoto who was stuck between a wall and another car door. “Shit… shit…” Yamamoto pleaded to no one. “Found you,” the large man said as he placed his glowing hands on Yamamoto’s neck. Yamamoto started screaming, his cries filling the parkade. The Detective looked back but he knew that if he went to help Yamamoto that he could not take the large man by himself. The Detective looked through his pockets and pulled out a lighter. He ran towards a car that was beside the large man and Yamamoto, whose life was in severe danger. He got on top of the car and raised his arm with the lighter in it. He lit the lighter and held it up to a water spout. In an instant, it was raining. Yamamoto wasn’t screaming anymore. His life was a lost cause. But the large man was in pain. The Detective could tell by his voice. The large man, who was still red hot, was writhing away on the floor. The red glow started to dissipate with the water. The fire on the car that the large man held was also put out. With the large man no longer focused on killing Yamamoto, The Detective sprinted towards the veteran. He took Yamamoto and carried the man on his back. They fled the scene. As The Detective picked up Yamamoto he said, “Cool off.” The Detective brought the corpse out in a desolate area of the airport. He laid the body down leaning on a concrete wall. The Detective observed the burn marks on Yamamoto’s neck. They were severe. Then they were mild. Then they were gone. Yamamoto gasped as if waking up from a bad dream, much like the first time they met. “Huh,” The Detective said. |
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Dec 29, 2014 3:50 AM
#2
Ok this sounds fun heres a character I thought up. His name is unknown, hes a private detective who seems to lurk around all the other characters for his own sole reasons. Thats all we know, you can figure put the rest of you wish. |
I've been here way too long... |
Dec 29, 2014 4:06 AM
#3
An old santa claus looking dude who gains desired properties of whatever he happens to eat. His name is "Big Foot." :DDD |
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Dec 29, 2014 4:36 AM
#4
What about an immortal guy who doesn't care about anything but sex and alcohol, anyway, he is not going to die, or so he thinks... he's already like a thousand year old and he mocks of anything and anybody, everything is a joke for him. |
Dec 29, 2014 4:52 AM
#5
His name is Goh, his power is that he can materialise any object. However, the catch is, he can only make ONE object a day. He is 17, he is sort of a loner, he never had friends because of bad rumours. He hardly often talks, and he has an IQ of 169. I hope that is good, there's still a lot you can work off of there. |
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Dec 29, 2014 9:54 AM
#6
Looking for 5-6 more characters! |
Dec 29, 2014 10:12 AM
#7
His name is Mikiya, and he can see threads going through people. Anyway, whenever he touch or cut the threads, the person will get bad or good luck depending on the situation he wants to change. He is a bit timid, and always freaks out at the slightest noise, but he likes to help people. His age is around 14-16, with a small stature. His eyes are both scarlet red with a hint of green at the center. He always wear a hoodie to cover his face. |
Dec 29, 2014 10:26 AM
#8
Here is a character I thought of: He is a guy about 20 - 25 years old with a has a very friendly personality. He has no family or a home. He can never stay in one place for more than a week because if he does bad things start happening. He has no control of his ability which is to influence all the living things around him (humans, animals etc) at a subconscious level and manipulate them to do bad things to each other. On discovering this ability he tries to commit suicide several times (tries to swallow poison, shoot himself, starvation etc) but they always fail. As a result he is always on the move and is looking for something that can kill him so that no more innocent lives are negatively affected because of him |
Dec 29, 2014 10:28 AM
#9
herro, id like to be in dis make me whatever, its your story. |
Dec 29, 2014 4:20 PM
#10
I'm going to work with the 7 characters I have been given. If there are any more, I'll gladly write them into the next chapter. Expect the first chapter to come out some time this week, possibly even tomorrow. |
Dec 29, 2014 4:31 PM
#11
So what you're saying is you're rebooting Heroes? |
Dec 29, 2014 4:33 PM
#12
Lots of inspiration from Heroes but I'm taking it a different direction. I just love the idea of random people being connected (Baccano, Durarara are some of my favorite anime). |
Dec 29, 2014 4:38 PM
#13
Well if you still seek em characters, I can give it a shot (I'mSigningUpForAllMalFictionsDasBad(?)) A teen on his late teen ages (16-18) with the power of the "Hype", he's a superactive bastard with a unlimited amount of energy coming from god knows where (Literally unlimited, because of this infinite ammount of energy that he possess, he does not sleep at all or even feel the need to). Meaning he does not get tired... evaaaaar. And as result of his non-stop moving around, he got a well developed build. But yeah '3', it's your story, so do whatever you want with eem, put him in there if ya want. |
gone bai bai |
Dec 29, 2014 9:37 PM
#14
Mkim said: Well if you still seek em characters, I can give it a shot (I'mSigningUpForAllMalFictionsDasBad(?)) A teen on his late teen ages (16-18) with the power of the "Hype", he's a superactive bastard with a unlimited amount of energy coming from god knows where (Literally unlimited, because of this infinite ammount of energy that he possess, he does not sleep at all or even feel the need to). Meaning he does not get tired... evaaaaar. And as result of his non-stop moving around, he got a well developed build. But yeah '3', it's your story, so do whatever you want with eem, put him in there if ya want. Is it okay if I make you female? I don't want there to be such a lopsided amount of guys. |
Dec 30, 2014 4:05 AM
#15
whats up my name is smasher, i wear a three piece suit at all times and never put down my briefcase full of snakes that is also named smasher. my power is that i have a brief case full of snakes and im 35. please put me in your story. |
Dec 30, 2014 4:09 AM
#16
simonephone said: whats up my name is smasher, i wear a three piece suit at all times and never put down my briefcase full of snakes that is also named smasher. my power is that i have a brief case full of snakes and im 35. please put me in your story. Well, that is an interesting power… |
Dec 30, 2014 5:50 AM
#17
someprotagonist said: Mkim said: Well if you still seek em characters, I can give it a shot (I'mSigningUpForAllMalFictionsDasBad(?)) A teen on his late teen ages (16-18) with the power of the "Hype", he's a superactive bastard with a unlimited amount of energy coming from god knows where (Literally unlimited, because of this infinite ammount of energy that he possess, he does not sleep at all or even feel the need to). Meaning he does not get tired... evaaaaar. And as result of his non-stop moving around, he got a well developed build. But yeah '3', it's your story, so do whatever you want with eem, put him in there if ya want. Is it okay if I make you female? I don't want there to be such a lopsided amount of guys. Sure, I don't really mind, It'll be an interesting experience. |
gone bai bai |
Dec 30, 2014 7:20 AM
#18
I'll bite, here's a character to add some variety. Make me a tomboy who is astute in observation and intuition. Similar to old Sherlock but not quite his level of deduction powers. Have her get into some trouble as well due to it. Maybe see or learn something she shouldn't have. |
Dec 30, 2014 9:51 AM
#19
Hey if you still need a character here's mine : Her name is Mu, age unknown, she was given the task to hear out the last whispers of the nearly dead, for each soul she hears out, she gains a day to live. In short, she feeds on the last living moments of dying people. She is afraid to die and entered a contract with the reaper a long time ago. |
Dec 30, 2014 1:23 PM
#20
xYatagarasu said: Hey if you still need a character here's mine : Her name is Mu, age unknown, she was given the task to hear out the last whispers of the nearly dead, for each soul she hears out, she gains a day to live. In short, she feeds on the last living moments of dying people. She is afraid to die and entered a contract with the reaper a long time ago. Got it. Astros477 said: I'll bite, here's a character to add some variety. Make me a tomboy who is astute in observation and intuition. Similar to old Sherlock but not quite his level of deduction powers. Have her get into some trouble as well due to it. Maybe see or learn something she shouldn't have. Got it. |
Dec 30, 2014 1:27 PM
#21
lol i find it hilarious that im going to be a pastor. ill be checking this hard. |
Dec 30, 2014 2:17 PM
#22
SolvitePriest said: lol i find it hilarious that im going to be a pastor. ill be checking this hard. You're my villain ;) |
Dec 30, 2014 2:18 PM
#23
someprotagonist said: SolvitePriest said: lol i find it hilarious that im going to be a pastor. ill be checking this hard. You're my villain ;) i find that even more hilarious. |
Dec 30, 2014 2:43 PM
#24
CHAPTER 1: THE DETECTIVE AND YAMAMOTO Users whose characters are present in this chapter: TheConquerer YamamotoSensei The Detective leaned on his shovel and struggled to light his cigarette, the heavy rain constantly putting out the flame. He stared down at the casket that he just uncovered — a casket that supposedly contained a man named Yuichi Yamamoto. The Detective had no idea what the point of the request was. A week before, he was given a package with a generous amount of money to find the grave of a Japanese man and dig it up, leaving another envelope in the opened casket which the detective thought was an odd way to send a message. With no name to go with the request he was wary of what he got himself into but regarding the compensation, he was in no place to ask questions. There wasn’t much information about Yuichi from the envelope; only that his grave was somewhere in the northern half of Japan and for sure in an isolated, rural area. The only other piece of information was a photo of the grave itself and a temple in the background. After a day of gathering information on the net, The Detective narrowed down his search to the northern Japanese island of Hokkaido. Questioning the locals with sub-par Japanese proved to be a challenge but he eventually found the temple in the photo. He was finally there, at the grave of a man named Yuichi Yamamoto. He hopped into the hole he dug — the trench coat that he always wore was neatly placed on ground level, outside of the hole. He stood to one side and carefully opened the casket. The Detective was taken aback seeing not a Japanese man in the grave but a white person wearing what looked to be an American soldier’s uniform from World War Two. He hopped out of the hole and uncovered the envelope that he tucked into his jacket so that it wouldn’t be soaked by the rain. It was still dry. As he was about to throw it in the open grave he stumbled back and fell on his behind, not grasping the reality of what he observed. The man in the grave, ‘Mr. Yamamoto’, sat up abruptly, as if waking up from a bad dream. “Where am I?” Yamamoto asked no one in particular. He looked around before standing up. He propped himself up onto the surface and left the hole made by The Detective. Yamamoto spotted the confused Detective. “Who are you?” Yamamoto asked him. “I’m… I’ve been sent to deliver a –” “Quiet,” Yamamoto cut off The Detective while putting an index finger on his own lips, “they might find us if we stay in one place.” “Who’s going to find us?” “Are you stupid? The enemy! We’ve spent too long in this one spot. We have to get out of here now!” The Detective resumed a standing position and placed both his hands on Yamamoto’s shoulders. “What the hell are you talking about? There are no enemies.” “Of course there is! This is a war, isn’t it?” The Detective took his arms off Yamamoto. “I need to find my platoon…” Yamamoto patted his pockets which was followed by a distressed look. “You don’t happen to have a radio with you?” “You’ve got the wrong idea,” The Detective said. Yamamoto sternly looked at him. “It’s 2015.” “What’s 2015?” “The year.” “The year?” Yamamoto asked excitedly. “Yes. The war has been over for decades.” Yamamoto had trouble finding his next words. “P-prove it.” The Detective took his muddied and drenched jacket and the envelope that fell on the ground. He fiddled around with the coat, finally pulling his new cell phone and showing it to Yamamoto. “They didn’t have these in the 40s.” “What is this? Is this a new kind of radio? I’ve never seen anything like it.” The Detective flicked Yamamoto’s head. “It’s called a cell phone. It’s a radio that can do a lot more.” “Can I call my platoon with it?” “Your platoon’s probably dead.” Yamamoto seethed. Before Yamamoto could say anything, The Detective spoke. “But you’re not. That’s peculiar. That’s beside the point,” The Detective handed Yamamoto the envelope that was to be thrown in the empty casket, “this is probably for you. I wasn’t paid to ask questions or answer yours. Just open the package.” Yamamoto opened it. The Detective stepped back for a little bit. A man whose life revolved solely around logic found none of it that day. He never believed that a dead man would come back to life. He assumed there was something going on with Yuichi Yamamoto that could be explained in a rational manner. There was a silence for minutes. The rain was letting up but both Yamamoto and The Detective were still getting wet. The Detective was finally able to light his last cigarette, the smoke warming his lungs. “It says,” The Detective flicked his finished cigarette into Yamamoto’s casket as Yamamoto spoke, “that both of us are invited to a conference in… London?” “That’s a far ways away.” The Detective paused. “Wait… did you say both of us?” “That’s what it says.” The un-dead soldier replied. The Detective skimmed the note and found the passage: this is a message for you and the man who found you. The Detective confirmed his suspicions. Something was up. Whether the man Yamamoto knew about it or not, he couldn’t tell. Yamamoto took back the package and kept reading. As he read, he pulled out an American passport with the name Reid Marion as well as other legal documents. He also found $10000 American, in cash. “We use these documents to get me to London. The cash is for the fare. They said to keep the change.” “Really now…” “Really.” “Are you going to go?” “Well,” Yamamoto shrugged, “I thought it was the year 1945 when you found me. If it’s 2015 then… I don’t really have much to do. I guess I’m going to go. Are you?” “I will. It’s not in my nature to refuse money. It’s also not in my nature to ask questions.” Yamamoto smiled. “I’m… apparently… Yuichi Yamamoto,” he introduced himself right after reading the name on the gravestone. “Now known as Reid Marion.” “I’m a Detective.” “You don’t have a name?” “I prefer to keep it private.” “Fair enough.” “Is your real name Yuichi Yamamoto?” “Look at me. Do you think it is?” The Detective laughed at Yamamoto’s snarkiness. “I guess not.” The Detective gave Yamamoto his jacket to cover the antiquated uniform that could possibly hold negative connotations in Japan. They left the lonely town in Hokkaido for Sapporo. They stayed there a few nights, reacquainting Yamamoto with the modern world, before taking a flight to Heathrow. |
Dec 30, 2014 2:47 PM
#25
dat length. Also my name is supposed to be read Sol Veetay, but nobody does it so i just went with it. |
Dec 30, 2014 2:49 PM
#26
SolvitePriest said: dat length. Also my name is supposed to be read Sol Veetay, but nobody does it so i just went with it. That's weird. When I read it, the first time I read it was Sol-vee-tay because saying Solve-aight was so unnatural. No one names a child that. But I can imagine someone naming their child Vee-tay or Sol (Saul). It looks long but it's only 1100 words! Shouldn't take more than three minutes to read. |
Dec 30, 2014 2:50 PM
#27
someprotagonist said: SolvitePriest said: dat length. Also my name is supposed to be read Sol Veetay, but nobody does it so i just went with it. That's weird. When I read it, the first time I read it was Sol-vee-tay because saying Solve-aight was so unnatural. No one names a child that. But I can imagine someone naming their child Vee-tay or Sol (Saul). It looks long but it's only 1100 words! Shouldn't take more than three minutes to read. Sol = Sun Vite = Life Sekai = World SolviteSekai I only have priest on to fuck with fate fanboys. |
Dec 30, 2014 2:54 PM
#28
Wow that's really nice ! Can i still join ? If so, do whatever you want with my character ! (Well, as long as it's not lewd D:). |
Dec 30, 2014 3:01 PM
#29
KawaiiWeeabz said: Wow that's really nice ! Can i still join ? If so, do whatever you want with my character ! (Well, as long as it's not lewd D:). Sure thing! I need more open characters. What's the name you want me to use? Hopefully not 'KawaiiWeeabz' because I won't be able to take it seriously. SolvitePriest said: someprotagonist said: SolvitePriest said: dat length. Also my name is supposed to be read Sol Veetay, but nobody does it so i just went with it. That's weird. When I read it, the first time I read it was Sol-vee-tay because saying Solve-aight was so unnatural. No one names a child that. But I can imagine someone naming their child Vee-tay or Sol (Saul). It looks long but it's only 1100 words! Shouldn't take more than three minutes to read. Sol = Sun Vite = Life Sekai = World SolviteSekai I only have priest on to fuck with fate fanboys. SolviteTroll |
Dec 30, 2014 3:13 PM
#30
Im liking this already! Its well written and intriguing, keep it up :D |
I've been here way too long... |
Dec 30, 2014 3:15 PM
#31
TheConquerer said: Im liking this already! Its well written and intriguing, keep it up :D Thanks, Detective! I'm going to try and grind out as many chapters before my university semester starts. |
Dec 30, 2014 3:21 PM
#32
someprotagonist said: Sure thing! I need more open characters. What's the name you want me to use? Hopefully not 'KawaiiWeeabz' because I won't be able to take it seriously. Nice, nice ! Thank you. Well, you can call my character... Hayate Isamu (It sounds nice ! D:). If he could have some kind of mysterious sp00ky power like the other characters presented in this thread, that would be amazing too. |
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Dec 30, 2014 3:26 PM
#33
SolvitePriest said: dat length. Also my name is supposed to be read Sol Veetay, but nobody does it so i just went with it. on the fics that I read with you, I always read "Sol vai t" '-' The first part was a nice read '3', it piques my interest for the following parts o/ Also, you were the one who said that a character can die anytime if I'm not wrong. I though it was fun cause I though a character was going to be dead from the beggining, but he woke up, so I'm good now :V. |
gone bai bai |
Dec 30, 2014 4:10 PM
#34
That's my character! I don't really use to read things like this, but I like this one. Sorry @someprotaginst, for using your thread for advertising but I also need readers. I would really appreciate if some of you take the time to check my manga, I'm still a beginner, but I'm working hard to get better. http://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=1332541 |
Dec 30, 2014 4:30 PM
#35
YamamotoSensei said: That's my character! I don't really use to read things like this, but I like this one. Sorry @someprotaginst, for using your thread for advertising but I also need readers. I would really appreciate if some of you take the time to check my manga, I'm still a beginner, but I'm working hard to get better. http://myanimelist.net/forum/?topicid=1332541 That's fine. MAL Fiction isn't a big market. We need to support each other as writers/artists. |
Dec 30, 2014 4:47 PM
#36
How many chapters do you think you'll write ? :3 |
Dec 30, 2014 4:54 PM
#37
KawaiiWeeabz said: How many chapters do you think you'll write ? :3 A lot. This is just a small, low-audience, project that I'm interested in. I'm putting it into a Wordpress because if it goes well, I'd share it on other websites and stuff. There's a lot of story in my head at the moment. I'm writing the second chapter at the moment. |
Dec 30, 2014 4:55 PM
#38
Mkim said: SolvitePriest said: dat length. Also my name is supposed to be read Sol Veetay, but nobody does it so i just went with it. on the fics that I read with you, I always read "Sol vai t" '-' The first part was a nice read '3', it piques my interest for the following parts o/ Also, you were the one who said that a character can die anytime if I'm not wrong. I though it was fun cause I though a character was going to be dead from the beggining, but he woke up, so I'm good now :V. ive been in fanfics before? |
Dec 30, 2014 6:40 PM
#39
Chapter 2 Users whose characters appear in this chapter: God-of-Harem EmiyaNanaya MKim someprotagonist (mentioned) “Is Goh in class?” Mr. Mikiya, Mr. Tanner’s substitute teacher asked. There was no response, from anyone. Mr. Mikiya, exasperated, put the attendance list on his desk. “Goh?” Still, no response. “I guess he’s not–” “Wait,” said Kim, a well-loved girl in the school. She was always hyper but that attitude made her a perfect poster-child for sports and spirit. She had short blonde hair and a face that made most guys double take. She stood up and ran to a sleeping student with a hood and placed her index finger on his head. The boy looked up and she took back her finger. “This is Goh! He’s here!” “Right…” Mr. Mikia stood at the front, confused. Kim went back to her desk and made eye contact with Goh. She smiled a genuine smile and Goh blushed and placed his head down. He was never too popular with girls. The biology class was more or less the same despite having the substitute, at least for Goh. Mikiya was young, tall, and handsome. With a sculpted face and perfected haircut he had the eyes of many of the underage girls though it seemed he paid no mind to them, a good idea on his part. The majority of the class population, along with Goh, spent most of the time not thinking about the material covered. Kim, on the other hand was dutifully taking down notes, like she always did. The class finished with nothing of note happening. “Goh,” Mr. Mikiya started as the rest of the class made their way to the door, “I’d like to talk to you for a moment.” Goh was packing his things as he spoke to Mikiya, making no effort to sustain eye contact. “It if it’s about earlier, I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.” “It’s not about that. Besides, I’m never going to teach you again.” “Why’s that?” “I’m… not really a teacher,” Mikiya said quietly enough. Goh was concerned; he stopped packing his things and looked at the substitute teacher. “What happened to Mr. Tanner?” “He’s sick.” Goh’s worries were confirmed. Mr. Mikiya is a liar, he thought. “Mr. Tanner’s never been sick in all his years of teaching… Who are you?” Mr. Mikiya stayed silent. He waited until all the students other than Goh were out of the room. Kim, the last student to leave the class stared intently at the two before leaving. Mikiya closed the door. “You’re a nosy one, aren’t you?” “I guess. Tell me who you are or I’m calling the police,” Goh said as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket. “What did you do to Mr. Tanner?” “I haven’t done anything to him.” “Then why isn’t he here?” “Circumstances.” Goh wasn’t appreciative of the ambiguous answer. He picked up his phone and started to dial 9-1-1 but Mikiya quickly took the phone and canceled it. “Fine. I’ll tell you.” Goh looked at Mikiya. “Mr. Tanner is in London right now.” “Why is he all the way there?” “He’s attending a conference.” “A conference for what?” “You’ll never know if you don’t go.” Goh made a confused expression that had hints of frustration. Mikiya went to his bag and pulled out an envelope then handed it to Goh. “I’m inviting you to the same conference, Goh.” “What’s this conference for?” “You’ll never know if you don’t go, I said. It’s next week. Spring break for you, right? It’s not like you’re going to be spending time with friends.” “Don’t pretend like you know me,” Goh said with aggression. Mikiya smiled. There were a lot of teeth in his smile. “My bad, my bad. I think it’s a good idea that you go to this conference.” “Why?” Mikiya took a breath and expelled it through his teeth. “I think I said too much.” Goh was not amused. “There’s $5000 in the envelope. Use the money to get yourself to London at spring break. The rest of the information that you need is there.” “What if I choose to take the money and run?” “I’m not forcing you to come but if you do that it’s going to be a lose-lose situation.” “Tsk,” Goh said under his breath. “I’ll think about it. It’s not like I have anything else to do then.” Mikiya smiled. Goh left the classroom. Mikiya had a satisfied feeling as the pieces of his project were falling to place. |
Dec 30, 2014 7:03 PM
#40
Wow… that's one way to make an entrance. Good job prot! |
Dec 30, 2014 7:15 PM
#41
Damn, I really love this story so far! Please keep the chapters coming! My character is a lot like me, it seems. You're a fantastic writer. |
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Dec 30, 2014 7:38 PM
#42
EmiyaNanaya said: Wow… that's one way to make an entrance. Good job prot! Yup... you're a sly one. Thanks! |
Dec 30, 2014 7:38 PM
#43
God-of-Harem said: Damn, I really love this story so far! Please keep the chapters coming! My character is a lot like me, it seems. You're a fantastic writer. Thanks Goh! Hope you like your character. He's in for development. |
Dec 31, 2014 8:00 AM
#45
HOLY CARP I'M THE POPULAR GIRL? I kept laughin at the beggining because it felt so awkward, sorry if that wasn't your intention but... I loved it. Progression is nice, I can't tell if Mikiya is bad or good yet, therefore I'll look foward the following chaps. o/ |
gone bai bai |
Dec 31, 2014 10:40 AM
#46
EmiyaNanaya said: For some reason, the character info is not found… Sorry! At the moment I'm not too interested in updating but later on I may put small bios on a new page. Just really small ones. Mkim said: HOLY CARP I'M THE POPULAR GIRL? I kept laughin at the beggining because it felt so awkward, sorry if that wasn't your intention but... I loved it. Progression is nice, I can't tell if Mikiya is bad or good yet, therefore I'll look foward the following chaps. o/ Yes, you are the popular girl. :) |
Dec 31, 2014 10:41 AM
#47
@Op, be careful about releasing these big ass chapters too quickly. people on mal will get overwhelmed and drop. Im telling you this from experience. Write them ahead of time, and release them slowly. |
Dec 31, 2014 11:24 AM
#48
SolvitePriest said: @Op, be careful about releasing these big ass chapters too quickly. people on mal will get overwhelmed and drop. Im telling you this from experience. Write them ahead of time, and release them slowly. I'll heed your advice but only after I start school again. I wanna churn out maybe 2 chapters before Jan 5 when I go back to classes. |
Dec 31, 2014 11:38 PM
#49
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