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Neo - Date with Mamizou
Man, she had been totally wrong about this one.
Neo clapped her hands at Mamizou's mastery of disguise, giving the Tanuki a genuine smile and a silent laugh. Not ten minutes in, and she'd met not only someone she could get along with, but a fellow illusionist.
Neo shifted back to her usual look, though with the addition of Mamizou's leaf on the same bang she wore it. She tilted her head, still smiling at her double.
Lizard Metabolism
Jan
"Yeah. Name's Luke. Kind of an uptight ass, but he's cool." Jan nodded, reclining back on the chair. "We were supposed to do this one job before I got dropped in here. Here's hoping the Nazis didn't get on his case or something."
Graham
"Very well." The missionary nodded in response to Gemini's query. "As you know, my name is Joshua Graham. I am an adherent to the Lord Almighty. Some refer to us as Mormons, some call us New Canaanites. We are few in numbers, but there is always hope for rebuilding."
"There is not much to me; I am a simple servant of The Almighty who wishes to aid those who need the help." The whole story could wait for a more private time. "What about you?"
How do lizards fly?
Aria - Lancer
"Okay, cool," Aria said to Diarmuid.She fiddled around with the menu for a second as she browsed the choices. "So that's a lot of talk about your feelings and shit like that. Is that all you have? You really spend your whole life doing nothing but fucking killing shit and working out that you can't talk about anything else?"
The Mighty Pen
Kage - Sousuke
I waved off the suggestion.
"No point to that. You need a priest to really explain everything."
If we couldn't talk about soldiering or the few ideas I'd had kicking around in my head about the Emperor and the Imperium, I had no fragging clue what we were supposed to do. My arm wasn't ready to get wrenched again just yet. I dialed up a mug of recaff to aid my thinking. The damned stuff was too watery and rich, of course. Not nearly enough grit in it. Ah, hell, I'd give it another shot.
"Maybe you've just heard of him by some other name, like you say. Immortal, looks out for everybody, has a shit-ton of temples? Nothing rings any bells? Or do you even think about that sort of thing or why you fight? Just follow orders?"
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent upon arriving. -Lao Tzu
Teppei frowned slightly, but considered the man's words. He... had a good point. It was always important to get stronger, both for back home and for here. That fire still burned though, especially when he remembered the day before. But, after a moment the goblin-boy sighed and nodded. He wished Yuki was here. She was always good at helping him plan, or make him realize he was being stupid. "Yeah, that makes sense. Alright, so where do we start?"
feeling blue
He didn't really think much about it, in part because he didn't really have anything urgent to do at the time he was kidnapped into this bizarre reality show, but now that he thought about it he had to wonder just how much of a wrench this whole ordeal could throw into the lives of the others there. At the same time, though, Jan seemed a little too carefree about the whole thing considering his brother could be in danger.
"Are you two targets of those nazis? Why would they go after your brother?" Genji asked, his tone of voice showed clear curiosity,
Spidophile
Qui-Gon
Qui-Gon frowned at the mention of the catboy. Ethics aside, it didn't make much sense to the Jedi for them to torture their captors as that would only provoke them further and he said as much to his date.
"Your energy would be better spent on something more positive. I don't know what that might be but I'm sure torturing Liberty can't be it."
"You're an enemy of art and I pity your ignorance" - Domingo Montoya Help save the rainforest for free simply by going to Ecosia.org.
Vampire Hunter
Juri, Date with Qui-Gon
"Like what?" Juri crossed her arms and frowned at Qui-Gon. "Not much here we can do to escape other than to play along with their little game and even then, that just means we have to entertain our captors and their audience."
Wizard Needs Food Badly
Witchcraft!
Yumil - Date with Wulfrik
Yumil did not even look up from his writing, though his face twisted slightly in anger and his grip on his pen tightened. Yet another person who presumed to know everything about him and his life. Of course, that was a minor thing compared to Wulfrik casually admitting to such despicable acts. If there had been any doubt in his mind as to the veracity of the 'Villain' classification, it was gone now.
Frankly, the only thing preventing Yumil from attacking Wulfrik on the spot was the pointlessness of it. Were it not for the fact that Wulfrik would just revive immediately afterwards and the fact that Wulfrik was not yet recorded in the Book of Prophecy, Yumil would already have attempted to kill him. As it stood, it was not much of a deterrent.
"... As well as presumptuous and ignorant," he said, acidly.
"Oh, come on! Let's punch his lights out!"
"Rempo! Let's not pick unnecessary fights. Save it for when it will actually accomplish something."
Quintet - Date with Superman
"My past? I don't have one anymore." Well, in a sense. If all but the first year of your life had been erased completely from the timestream, the only proof it had ever happened was your memories, and memories could be re-written. "That timeline doesn't exist anymore."
"And second chances? Humanity has had 10,000 years worth of second chances. 10,000 years of war. No more second chances. There needs to be someone else spinning the wheels, or else there'll only be more war. More pain. More suffering. More death."
Quintet grinned and shrugged. Then his smile faded away, replaced by anger. He stood up and gestured grandly with his arms.
"So don't you dare tell me there's a better way! Over a decade of being a superhero and two more building robots and doing everything I could to make a brighter future for everyone and the world only got worse and worse! By the end, half of it was a bunch of craters! So I'll be as evil as I need to be to change the future! I'll be a villain if that's what it takes to make everlasting peace happen! Because if I don't it'll all just happen again!"
He lowered his arms, and gestured at Clark.
"You say you think there's hope for me? I think there's hope for you. One day, you'll see what it'll take to save the world once and for all."
Lizard Metabolism
Jan, Date Turns Ugly
"Oh no, we're hired muscle. Well, he's got the rank and all, he's got responsibilities." Jan made a little grimace and shrugged. "Responsibilities fuckosibilities, they were planning to send us there on a fucking suicide mission. You guys would know something about that, kamikaze and all."
"So while I'm having the time of my fucking life here in this stupid reality show, I do hope he isn't being tortured or something." Jan's expression darkened briefly. "They've got those chips in our heads, you know, self-destruct ones. If you do something out of line or fuck up bad? Boom, spontaneous combustion. There isn't enough of you left after that to put in an ashtray."
How do lizards fly?
Lucha Libre goddess
Harley Quinn—A bright idea
While Harley was eating her Banana split, a light bulb began to shine above her head (metaphorically).
She took her pshychologist notebook and drew some hearts and a crude drawing of herself and Tira holding hands with several hearts. The title "team murder buddies" at the top."
"I drew this for the badges of our secret club! What do you think?!" She showed her drawing with her two hands while showing it to her with a wide smile while her toungue was sticking out.
Clark Kent—Hope in darkness
Clark listened to Rock silently. But he kept looking at the robot's eye, or rather his visor.
"I'm sorry you had to lose so much. That you had to sacrifice everything"
"But the fact that you fight for a brighter future, that you sacrificed your own soul so you could seek for peace, tells me you are more than just a petty villain.
"A villain is someone that seeks to satisfy his selfish desires. But that's not you," Clark Kent smiled to the fallen hero, looking at him with hopeful eyes.
"I dare to tell you there is always a better way," he continued. His words lacking any defiance.
"Sometimes the first person that you must forgive is yourself, Quintent. We must not confuse "nesesary evil" with good. For our greatness isn't in never falling but always standing up even, if takes a million times, and billions of second chances."
Clark then stood from his chair and walked straight to Quintent, trying to put his hand on his the villains shoulder. "I believe in you Quintent. You can be the great hero your heart desires. But not at the price of your own soul."
edited 25th Jan '17 1:08:49 AM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Fear me
Wulfrik
Boy, I have slain dragons, giants and daemons alike. I have beaten the Emperor of Cathay, slain every known beast in the Chaos Wastes, twice over! What have you done to compare? I suppose you've killed yourself a giant as well?
Witchcraft!
Yumil - Date with Wulfrik
Yumil blinked.
"... Yes, actually. His name was Kullervo. He was the creator of my world."
That was... some coincidence, that Wulfrik would specifically point out a giant as an example of a great monster that Yumil could not possibly have defeated, given that one such being had been such an important figure in his story. The main antagonist, in fact.
"And I don't know who the Emperor of Cathlay is, or what the Chaos Wastes are, but I've killed dragons and demons, too. I have travelled to the ends of the Earth, fought with men and monsters of all kinds, and survived, and won! In my fifteen years, I have seen and done more than most people can even dream of. And one day, when the end finally comes, I'm going to be the one to create the new world!"
Quintet - Date with Superman
Old words from long ago drifted into Quintet's mind. Something his father had once told him, a whole thirty-seven years ago.
Mega Man. I'm going to ask you a very important question. Do you know what 'good' is?
"A villain is someone who commits evil deeds, or someone who does what's wrong. No more, no less."
Do you know the difference between 'good' and 'evil?' It's not the same as what 'right' and 'wrong' are... ... 'Right' is following and upholding the laws, rules, and goals that have been set forth before you. 'Wrong' is breaching them. 'Evil' is using other people for your own gain. Just as Dr. Wily hurt many innocent people and lied to others to get his goal. It's using 'you' to help 'me.'
"I'm doing what's wrong, and I'm committing evil deeds. That makes me a villain, even if I'm doing them to make good possible. No matter what you say."
Now listen: 'Good,' as you might expect, is the opposite of 'evil.' As evil uses others to help itself, 'good' is when one person helps another. It is sharing, it is kindness, it is love. Everything that makes life worth living is 'good.' Fighting, combat, and such things, where the object is to destroy are evil. Don't think differently, Rock. But... it would be a far greater evil, to allow bullies to take what they want from others simply because they have the power to! Fighting to protect what's good... that's a worthy cause!
"There is no better way. Standing up, that's what I'm doing! I told you, I'm going to make a better future for everyone! I'm going to make it so that no one ever has to suffer ever again! My end goal is to protect all that's good about the human race, and eradicate all that's evil!"
But, I want you to promise me something. 'Right' and 'wrong' are not the same thing as 'good' and 'evil.' Sometimes what's 'right' is not the same as what is 'good.' It's usually good to do what's 'right.' But, please keep in mind what the 'good' thing is... And always shoot for that goal, with all of your heart and spirit!
When Superman put a hand on Quintet's shoulder, he merely shrugged it back off and sat back down in his seat.
"Aw, but look. Enough of all that depressing crud!" He went back to grinning, his face showing nothing but good cheer. He knew more severe words than 'crud,' of course, but thinking about Dr. Light had put him in a mindset that wanted to avoid saying bad words that his father would disapprove of. A bit hypocritical, really, given the philosophy that he'd just finished espousing, but, well...
"Hey, how about this? What's your favourite ice cream? Yeah, I know this thing," he gestured at the digital menu, "is set to 'breakfast,' but I'm pretty sure I can get it to dispense any kind of food I want it to. Wait, you do like ice cream, right?"
edited 25th Jan '17 2:44:33 AM by RhymeAndTreason
Fear me
Wulfrik
-Yumil's boast, delivered with none of the emphasis required of such a feat but stated as factually as water being wet or orcs being stupid, unnerves Wulfrik even more than the child's ignorance of basic geography. That any giant could have had the intelligence to remember a polysyllabic name, let alone pass for a god, is unheard of outside ogre tales. Perhaps he is no Imperial after all, but a child from another backwater village ruled over by a particularly large champion of Chaos, or perhaps he has had visions of glory and carnage whispered into his ear by some perverse spirit. This demands immediate verification, for in the former case he may finally be the worthwhile kill Wulfrik has been waiting for, and in the latter another blessed by the gods' attentions who may be able to break their silence.-
You. Killed a giant.
-Not taking his eyes of Yumil, Wulfrik reaches behind him and unfastens his cloak, a vast, single piece of leather covered with scales and hair.-
'This is the scalp of the first giant I killed; his skull, his breath, his heart and guts I gave to the gods. Was yours any bigger?
Witchcraft!
Yumil - Date with Wulfrik
Silently, Yumil put down his notebook and quill pen, then reached into his satchel and hefted out the Book of Prophecy.
The Book's yellow eyes focused on Wulfrik. Having no face or any other method of emoting beyond its eyelids, its expression was unreadable and possibly non-existent.
Yumil opened the Book, then turned it so that the open pages faced Wulfrik. On the page to the left was an image of a gargantuan armoured figure
, whose head alone was more than thrice Yumil's size. Above the image, in graceful lettering, was written 'Kullervo.'
"This is what Kullervo looked like. I can't tell if he was larger than your giant just based off a scalp, though."
Fear me
Wulfrik
-Wulfrik stares at the image, matching it against the vast catalogue of enemies he has ever faced and killed. From the small illustration, it seems somewhat lacking in stature compared to the giants he has felled, yet covered in armor thicker than a shaggoth's. Possibly the Chaos-touched cousins of the Dwarves were responsible for its creation, but so mighty a weapon would certainly have been heard of, if only from a complete lack of survivors and refugees.-
-His decision made, Wulfrik closes the book, noting that it is capable of looking back. A mage then, but without the menacing aura exuded by the sorceress' sword.-
So you have already killed such foes, and you are not even a man yet. Perhaps you will be the one to bring back the voice of the gods.
Sousuke - Kage
"I am familiar with many religious organizations that exist in the various regions I have traveled to," Sousuke replied. "They have priests, temples, and immortal deities to one extent or another. You would need to be more specific about your God-Emperor in order to determine if he is unique from them, or simply one of the existing ones that goes by a different name where you are from."
Suika shrugged. "We're all stuck here. If they don't accept your command, you're still part of the team. So, why not try and see if they'd accept you, before throwing out the idea? Better you than..."
Her hand extended and started pointing out towards the tables. She had to pick someone who wouldn't take offense, and who'd probably try and become leader...
"...Sousuke. Yeah, him," as she pointed towards everyone's favorite operative. Not a hard choice at all.
"Attention contestants, it is once again time to switch! This will be the last round of dates, so make the most of it! And once again, we have a newcomer entering the game!
"If you thought our current cast of villains was the most insane people we could find, then oh boy are you in for a shock! This guy's a psychologists worst nightmare! Please welcome....Add? What the hell kind of name is that?" Liberty asked as he suddenly went off script.
Prior to being brought in to the house, The newcomer would find themselves in a tiny cubicle, completely restrained by invisible forcefields, and forced to sit through hastily-edited footage of Liberty explaining
the situation, the new challenge and making the introductions of everyone who hadn't left the house. The footage ended with a title card proclaiming the team they were on (Villain), before the viewing screen erupted into a bright white portal and automated pistons pushed them through.
The next dates were as follows
- George Sears/Venom Snake
- Roman Torchwick/Genji Shimada
- Genos/Jan Valentine
- Metal Face/Qui-Gon Jinn
- Rin Tohsaka/Shirou Emiya
- Medicine Melancholy/Suika Ibuki
- Azula/Aria T'Loak
- Illyria/Ryuko Matoi
- Joshua Graham/Superman
- Neopolitan/Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (Lancer)
- Rock "Quintet" Light/Gemini Sunrise
- Wulfrik The Wanderer/Soma Cruz
- Kage/Teppei Ushizume
- Lune/Chun-Li
- Raiden/Kotomine Kirei
- Tira/Penemue Dogan
- Sousuke Sagara/Felix
- Mamizou Futatsuiwa/Chaos
- Harleen Frances Quinzel/Ranma Saotome
- Menardi of Prox/Yumil/Hazel Levesque
- Add/Juri Han
- Master Chief/Spider-Man
- Reaper/Harry Dresden/Hol Horse
Raiden leaned forward. "The first and most important part of planning any op is Intel. We need any information we can get, not just on the producers. The other team might not be the primary target, hell a few of the less nuts ones might even be talked into helping when the time comes, but until then they're still around and they're still going to be a problem. None of us wants a repeat of yesterday."
"So get any information you can on them, what they can do, their history, how they think, what makes them tick. If you can predict what your enemy is going to do, you can take preemptive action to stop them. Meanwhile, we keep an eye out. These guys might have insane technology, but no one's perfect, everything has a weakness, and at some point, someone's going to screw up. When they do, we need to be ready to jump on that."
Before he could continue, the next round was announced.
"Damn. You have any questions, kid, you come find me, alright?"
He would wait a moment for a reply, then leave for the next table.
Tira did not really respond to the action in front of her, because she was way too busy laughing at it all like she had been told an insanely funny joke. She was considering whenever or not she should pull out her own gun and join the fun when suddenly the announcement was made to change tables. Tira got up and waved happily at Harley.
Ok, time to go, but I'll see you later, this was the most fun I had in a while!
Then Tira walked over to the next table, and as soon as she looked at the card, Gloomy took over and started slamming her ring blade on the table, aiming at the card that seemed to shift just out of the way every time she slammed her blade into the table.
Fuck you, you fucking cunts, no, I'm not dealing with this fucking asswipe, fuck you, you stupid....
She would continue in this manner until interrupted by something
edited 25th Jan '17 2:22:27 PM by Meanken
Lizard Metabolism
Soma
Well, this was one pleasant date.
Of course the next one would be tailor-made to turn any semblance of good humor I might have had into formless mush. The next contestant is a towering hulk in armor, decorated with skulls. He's also wearing some sort of a banner... with more skulls and what looks like hands making up a cross on which this macabre display is being shown.
He sure loves the evil aesthetic, I will give him that. I'm having a fit just by looking at this offense of offenses. Shame, too, because the armor itself and the furs around it don't look half bad. Kind of Viking-ish.
"Hey there." I greet this Wulfrik character as I get on my seat, wondering just what he will say.
Jan
Ohohoho, now that was a treat. Here he was about to have a date with the man to whom they all owed their victory.
Giving Genji a casual goodbye wave he shuffled over, waiting for the stockaded cyborg to arrive at his post.
Graham
A last round of dating? Thank the Lord. His last date appeared to be Superman. That much of a relief, at least; the man had a head on his shoulders. They could just spend the time discussing the events that have transpired or if not that, ordinary small talk, however bad Graham was at it.
Parting ways with Gemini, he made his way to the table, taking a seat and waiting for The Man of Steel to appear.
How do lizards fly?
Vampire Hunter
Chun-Li, Date With Kirei to Date With Lune
Most of the date with Kirei consisted of rather long boring discussion about the nature of morality and was uneventful. Thankfully, this was the last date and it was with Lune? Chun-Li shrugged and moved over to the new table where she would be meeting with Lune. She didn't have any hopes for the date at all, but unlike Tira, she was going to go through it. Chun-Li waited for Lune to show up.
Juri, Date With Qui-Gon to Date with Add
"Well well, it looks like our next dates are ready," Juri smirked and blew a kiss at the Jedi Master before she got up and left. Soon enough, Juri was at the table for her next date who happened to be the newcomer that Liberty just announced. Well, good for her then as she'll be the first to meet Add. Unfortunately, this also meant having to deal with explaining things to the new guy, which could hamper the actual date. Juri waited to Add at the table.
Wizard Needs Food Badly
One Brunch Man
Nemesis House—Genos & Illyria—Final Round, Start!
Genos's next companion was a quiet young man (the gender of which he was only able to suss out from the table placard), but that suited the teen cyborg just fine. It gave him time to actually eat something, and collect his thoughts, reflecting on the breed of enemy that he now knew existed. One robotic adversary was bad enough, he had thought, watching with an unchanged expression as Penemue was mutilated in a variety of colorful ways, before shifting his gaze to Quintet and Clark. But another? And a scientist, no less?
These thoughts and other fell by the wayside as the bell rang for the next group of pairings, seemingly the last. Genos got to his feet with a small nod toward his companion before making his way across the room, before stopping dead in his tracks. His piercing gold eyes met Agnes's vacant purple, throbbing with unlife and the glow of his failure, even as his palm reflexively heated with annihilating incendiary energies. The glow cast his face in half-shadow, before—with effort—he closed his fingers over the thrumming orange circle, light spilling out from between his fingers. "Agnes." He said, looking for any twitch of recognition on the creature's undead face. "Can you... understand me?" He asked, momentarily ignoring his supposed date. "Do you remember, who I am?"
Meanwhile, across the room, Illyria sat down at the next table, having had semi-successful conversation on the statute of limitations when it came to owning a country. She sat down, not so much waiting for her date as staring off into space, eyes flicking about as if counting something.
If I had that kind of power, I'd have dropped a meteor on your house ages ago~
The scientist's eyes were set in a malicious glare, the heterochromatic orbs all but sparking with the most ill of humors. The hostility in such a gaze only served to grow more and more deep as time went on and more of the situation was helplessly listened to, the man's ire growing from a spark of annoyance to a blazing wildfire of the purest rage. How long had it been before such helplessness was felt, the feeling of even resistance being stripped away and his very existence used as a form of entertainment.
Yes, he was reminded of those horrible days in the past where all had been taken from him in the cruelest of ways. The current weakness was so utterly evident that it could only force the young man to remember what he wanted to forget, to realize that he still had a ways to go before he could truly master his own destiny. And then... movement towards the suspect portal after the snippets of information were done being broadcast. It was for the briefest of moments that Add wanted to simply vaporize the annoying halfbreed before him with his Dynamos before ultimately deciding against it, the practical part of his mind holding back the eagerly destructive urges... at least for the moment.
In the future would come a day of reckoning, where the screams of lamentation from his captors will resound to the very heavens while he conducted a symphonic orchestra of torture and bodily harm, where even the sweet embrace of complete nonexistence would be urgently wished for and not easily given. The thought of such a wonderful event all but curved the mechanic's mouth into feral crescent that bared quite a bit of ivory teeth that gave watchers the feeling of a being most unhinged. "Yes... Playing along for now is the best choice. And all is not lost for is there not a wonderful wealth of exotic and highly advanced technology for me to study at my leisure? Perhaps this trite imprisonment for the brainless entertainment of the stupid masses might be worth something after all..."
All but chewing the scenery and making grand sweeping motions before clenching his fist, the purple clad delinquent couldn't help but let out a long gale of full bodied laughter like that of a mad demon's rather than anything that sounded remotely human. "Kukukuku... Kuahahahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA!" Bellowing out his desires most uproariously while his spine bent backwards and hands clawed at the unseen skies, the man would continue on for an exact ten seconds before completely stopping as though he had never uttered such malicious mirth, face stony and serious as his body straightened like that of a ruler's.
Executing a perfectly performed about-face on his heels like any entitled young nobleman could and should achieve, the white haired psycho stalked past the cat man, the half a dozen Dynamos loyally trailing behind him like wings even as the pertinent data of both the biological mutt and the surroundings were scanned through his advance devices. "Hmph, what's wrong with my name?" Already the one known as Liberty was added upon the list of those who would be experimented on most intensively, if not for the knowledge than for the fun since anaesthetic was purely optional.
Unevenly colored eyes sweeping around the surroundings of what appeared to be the simulated interior of a particularly fancy restaurant, the snowy haired youth soon found his name emblazoned on the plate of a table, one occupied by a person that seemed to love the colors of black, white, and purple as much as he did.
A bit mollified that this so-called Juri Han at least had good taste, Add slid into the seat with a masculine motion- legs crossed over one another and hands clasped together in a mob boss like manner. One had to show that they weren't afraid of anything, especially considering he was put on the team consisting of a disreputable rogue's gallery, killers, and violent idiots. "Kukuku... Greetings, senior. How's imprisonment so far?" A roguish grin accompanied those words, that same devilish smile that always appeared when he was attempting to formulate a viable plan for the future.
Moving on from my date with the cybernetic man that wasn't all that, I gaped for a moment at the next mix-and-match before pinching the bridge of my nose in irate exasperation. Of course they would pair me up with the alternate version of my underclassman's sister. Of freaking course. Schooling my features and not knowing if it appeared entirely natural, I sat down to wait while pondering on what to say to the girl that seemed so... intimate. Much too intimate. What the hell did you do to her, other Shirou?
Waving happily towards Soma and then languidly moving towards her next date, Ranma couldn't help but do a double take as she was paired up with what appeared to be a woman dressed up like she belonged to a deck of playing cards that somehow sprung to life. Rubbing her eyes for a moment before muttering under her breath, the girl ordered a cup of hot water before flicking a few drops on herself to suddenly fill out her tuxedo in a different way from before- the hips shrinking and shoulders broadening even as the chest evenly distributed itself across the fabrics instead of pushing forth in two obvious mounds like before. "You ain't related to a freak called the Gambling King right?"
edited 25th Jan '17 8:35:16 PM by Makaioh
Lucha Libre goddess
Goodbye posts
Harley Quinn—When you're having fun...
"Awww over so soon? But We were just getting started." Harley said while she loaded her revolver gun while a sad. She crossed her arms. "But I wanted to shoot Penny again and crash the other tables with you, Rave,....Oh well."
Still the fact that Tira was laughing, drew a wide grin at Harley's face.
"You have seen nothing yet girl," Harley replied to Tira. "Se ya soon, bestie," Harley waved her goodbyes to Tira.
This time she decided to cartwheel straight to her table, landing at her chair with a jump.
Clark Kent—Parting words.
Clark hear attentively at Quintent. The difference between right and wrong, and good evil."
"Son, philosophers, and lawyers debate daily what's good an evil, what's right and what's wrong. But when you see someone crying for a hand to hold before your mind has decided your mind already knows the answer."
"What worries me the most is the burden; the guilt you feel inside of you." Before saving the world, the first person you have to safe is yourself."
This time Superman tried to touch him with both of his hands at his shoulders, showing him support.
"I agree sometimes the rules made by men are unfair. But there is a rule that is above all others: loving others as yourself. That's both right and good."
"Do know Quintent that you can't fight evil with evil. Darkness can't not stop darkness. Only light can do that. Hate can't drive out hate; only love can do that."
"I promise you this: Whatever burden is inside of you. Do know you are not alone. I'll not abandon you; I am here for you Quintent."
When the time to part drew close he said,"I've always loved chocolate." He smiled.
edited 25th Jan '17 10:47:12 PM by FallenLegend
Make your hearth shine through the darkest night; let it transform hate into kindness, evil into justice, and loneliness into love.
Lancer - Knights and Nightclubs
Well, that was certainly a new take on knighthood. That was the best thing Diarmuid could say about it.
"I'm aware of the kind of establishment you run," he began, pausing for a moment.
He felt quite strongly the need to remark on her spiel on knighthood. But how to do it? It was an ideal and profession both. In life, he had been the latter and strove to achieve the former. As Lord Kayneth's servant it had been much the same. To this woman however, all that would likely be of little importance.
"I cannot speak for others, but knighthood is dear to me. And from what you've said, it would seem we have left an impact reaching far after my own time. Regardless, I can tell you that for me and the rest of the Fianna, brave and loyal men all, our standing as knights was one we cherished and constantly strove to prove ourselves worthy of."
He considered it a moment more.
"Not all suceeded, I should say. There have been monsters who were also knights, and common men and women who proved themselves true knights without ever being recognized as such."
Conception is sin Birth is pain Life is toil Death is inevitable