Santo, I thank you. I thank you greatly for showing me this... glorious - Is that the word? - THING. Oh God the crack XD
Santo, I thank you. I thank you greatly for showing me this... glorious - Is that the word? - THING. Oh God the crack XD
... Does anyone remember this thread: http://forums.nrvnqsr.com/showthread...-input-welcome ?
So, according to D&D's alignment check, I'm a True Neutral. Huh.
Aye. Drawing from personal experience and using that to connect to readers is truly something that can only be done every so often. (u,u)Originally Posted by The Silver Sky
And yes, Ever Present Feeling has that effect.
Mmmmmmebe?I really want a fluffy uplifting sequel now. ;_;
Don't you dare get my hopes up, a fluffy Ayako X Shirou sequel with no war would be great, but a HGW with Ayako x Shirou could be amazing (with or without both of them having servants).
Also, I've wanted to say this for a while but your avatar is adorable, I liked the original better though.
Alright, so Keyne's dare advanced exactly seven words. Unfortunately it is still stonewalling me. So I decided to try and write something else to get rid of this case of writers block.
This idea came from a talk that happened...I am not sure, I think last year?
Anyways. Those who were involved in the discussion might remember it. Or they might not.
Suffice it to say, I actually sunk a good bit of brainpower into worldbuilding for this and have a very specific idea for what will happen in it. It's not going to be something grand, but I think the story itself touched a cord in my heart so I'll be writing it off and on.
With that said.
Read on and hope you enjoy this tidbit o' madness. ;3
PS: Kudos to Old Iron for Betawork.
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Alucard walked to the town wearily. To think that humans are too pathetic to deal with an Apostle of such small caliber. Back in his day a town this size would have repelled such a foe with little trouble. Honestly they just don’t make them like they used to.
He adjusted his shades and palmed the grip to his favorite pistol. With a little luck he might be able to have a little fun tonight.
He walked through the alarm field that had been set up around the town and smiled in anticipation. A good massacre never got old.
Three minutes later he was still walking forward at a sedate pace. Wondering when the hell the Dead were going to show up. The stench of rotting blood emanating from the town was honestly sickening. He had better things to do than hang around the middle of nowhere and the least this worthless Apostle could do would be to do him the curtsey of entertaining him.
Two minutes after that he whispered “Fuck it.” And rushed into the town, a shadow in the pitch-black night.
He was quite surprised to find the town completely dead, no pun intended.
There were corpses, of course, many of them. The town had had roughly four thousand people before the arrival of the Apostle. Most of those now lined the streets, dead. He was not at all surprised by those.
What was surprising was that a good many of the Dead had been destroyed already. Someone had come in before him and ruined his party.
Hopefully it is someone competent.
Alucard rushed through, fascinated by the destroyed Dead. Some were cut in pieces, others stabbed repeatedly, yet others burned, frozen, bludgeoned, pincushioned. There was no uniform way to classify the Dead’s destruction. Once he was a third of the way to where he could feel the Apostle, the Dead had been consistently destroyed, each one taken down by a single slash from what could only have been a weapon with a very strong holy property.
If Alucard’s heart still moved, it would be hammering with excitement. He thumbed the radio in his pocket. “Integra, go ahead and send in the cleanup crew. It’s a mess in here.”
The radio cackled for a few moments before his Master’s response reached him. “What about the Apostle?”
“Oh don’t worry about that. He is not long for this world, that I assure you.” With that he dropped the radio to the floor and walked on.
He went into the town hall, the building from which he felt the Apostle’s presence, and saw it die, pinned to the wall by at least a dozen blades.
And what fine blades they were.
Demonic, Angelic, Mystic, Magical, Spartan, Ceremonial. Each one of the blades was a deadly weapon, a recreation of glories past. The Apostle had not stood a chance.
Alucard looked to the panting young man. His asian features contorted in clear exhaustion and his red hair matted to his forehead with sweat. He looked to be one leg away from passing out.
Alucard grinned.
X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X-X
Integra rushed through the streets. She could hear some of the greener men vomiting at the gruesome destruction around them.
Amateurs.
She walked briskly to the town hall, the place she just knew Alucard was thinking of a way to give her another headache.
“Alucard!” Called Integra as she stepped through the place the door to the town hall had once stood. “What is the meaning of thi-!” She was interrupted when something smashed through five chairs, three tables, skipped twice on the floor, and smashed into the wall beside the entrance.
The projectile appeared to be an unconscious, possibly dead young man.
She took a deep pull of her cigar and glared at the source of all her headaches. “Alucard.” Stated Integra in a voice unmarred by emotion of any sort, a voice filled with calm and reason. A voice so calm and reasonable all the men who followed her unconsciously took a step back. “What. Is the meaning. Of this?”
Alucard did something not many would have the nerve to do, he met the stare of Integra Fairbrook Wingates Hellsing head on.
And then he smirked.
“Integra.” Said Alucard in a voice so sweet it was a surprise that milk and honey did not cascade from his mouth, his smirk widened. “I’ve been a good boy.” Alucard then pointed to the unconscious man still partly in the wall, his smirk becoming a full shit-eating grin. “I found him just now, can I keep him?”
Oh boy...this'll be interesting.
...........
*places this on want list after Vajra and Cat Days*
The question is...
will Seras be affected by the BAR?
Spoilered for your convenience
I would hope so. >83
...
The fact that you are keeping a want list of my writing makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
The obvious answer to this question is.
Maybe. Actually she will be more touched by the fact he considers her a person, and his cooking, the fact that he goes the extra mile to make it edible for her by sprinkling it with his blood warms her heart so. But that is a story for another time.
Oh dear.
Shirou is not going to have it easy.
When have you ever known me to give the guy an easy anything? ;3c
For the record, when I first read this over I performed a spittake of epic proportions.
I wasted a perfectly good cup of Earl Grey and was unable to stop laughing for at least five minutes.
The Art of Shipping is as profound as it is dangerous; not for the faint of heart nor the weak of will, it makes gods and devils out of us all.
True enough.
That just makes it more fun. :3
Did Shirou got implanted into a wall?
Did he just picked a fight with Alucard?
All I can say is glorious, now all we need is police girl to be the straight man to what Shirou and Alucard will about to do.
...and Walter being Walter.
*Strange though* (Not this entire post is representing my train of thought right now)
How about Walter feeling slightly threaten with house-keeping duties? or a tea making competition?
Teasing the Penguin God!
A most proud moment indeed for this humble writer. (￣ω￣)
You and I think alike buddy~
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All I can say is.
STOP LOOKING AT MY NOTES DAMN YOU!
Also, yes he was punted into a wall.
But 'twas Alucard who picked the fight with him :3c
Sorry but I couldn't help it since you left it out in the open.
Another thought if Seras is still suffering from trying to restrain herself from drinking blood but ends up pining and mounting the poor boy fangs barely restrained from biting him and Alucard entering the scene commenting with a big grin on his face that either Policegirl has a taste for younger men or didn't it go against police code or something to have sex with a minor?
...Something's wrong with my thinking process.
Teasing the Penguin God!
Don't forget Pip people.
Spoiler:
Great minds think alike.
And damnit Santo, I've told you once, I've told you a million times! CHECK FOR BUGS!
And learn something from Kenji. The dude knows what's up.
Fixed that for you.
I KEEP EMPING AND SETTING MYSELF ON FIRE! What more can I do?
San-chaaaaaan~~ TTcTT
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