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I, Dracula (Castlevania/Multicross) 6

The reality of everything was slowly starting to sink in. I was in Westeros, as Vlad Tepes Dracula, vampire extraordinaire. The worst part of being in Westeros was the uncertainty of everything. I did not know where I was in the timeline. I could be in the Age of Heroes for all I knew; Brandon the Builder might have just rounded up and done the finishing touches on the Wall a few hours before I came here.  

The Dawn Age was out, judging by the presence of the Wall, bu...

CE 87

There was silence for all of a second before the room burst into motion. Despite everything he had been through today, the fight, the injuries, the ridiculous expenditure of curse energy, somehow Jiki still managed to match Satoru, and they were on their feet a heartbeat later. He began to move, feet leading him past the door Maki had burst through, before he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder.  

He looked up into Satoru’s gaze and read older Gojo’s intentions without ...

I, Dracula (Castlevania/Multicross) 5

Annoyance. One of the few emotions that still managed to pierce through the centuries of inhuman detachment and a year long depression that made up Dracula's core.

The plan had worked. More or less.

I realized that the moment the castle shifted. The air changed. The magic settled.

I'd looked out the window and found a frozen wasteland staring back, halfway up a mountain, the land below smothered in snow and dotted with skeletal trees. For a second, I thought I'd dropped us i...

OGNW 3

“Do you see it, brother, the way the strange winds curl around the big lad’s body?”

Kratos didn’t have to search particularly hard for who Mimir was pointing out. A shield wall was only as good as the uniformity of the men that held it. As a Spartan, great size was not something that was celebrated. Sometimes, it was perceived as badly as being born misshapen or dwarfed.

A figure too big standing in a shield wall would leave gaps that would be too obvious for any enemy wor...

CE 86

Maki stalked along a cobblestone path, her footsteps silent, her breathing even despite her previous heavy injuries. Her hair was burnt short, so low that if not for her impressive figure, she’d look like a boy. She was a quiet wolf on the prowl, moving through bloodstained paths in search of prey. The same couldn’t be said for the figures beside her. Mai stomped alongside her, uncaring of how her footsteps sounded like the trudging of an overfed pig, and her sister was just as unconcerne...

I, Dracula (Castlevania/Multicross) 4

Yarla was kissed by fire. A trait that was not all that rare, but not too common either. There were a lot of different stories and rumors about women like her, especially with their red hair. Most of them were as fictional as the dragons the kneelers and the crows talked about, but there was a glimpse of truth in their stories. A single one. Fire-kissed were hot-blooded, impatient, and impulsive.

This meant that her act of staying as still as she could was a legendary feat by itself, ye...

I, Dracula (Castlevania/Multicross) 3

I stood up with more energy than Dracula had been able to muster in years, my body moving with frantic motion. The answers lay in my study. Which brought up a new question: where even was my study? Fortunately, it was not a question I had to ponder for long. My feet began to move at once, leading me away from the throne room and up a set of stairs that had coincidentally appeared where there had been none.

"Isaac, Hector, attend me at once," I called out, with an air of command as I beg...

I, Dracula (Castlevania/Multicross) 2

“Don’t hurt them. They don’t understand. I know it’s not your fault, but be better than them. Please!”

That memory, a memory the original Dracula never saw, but one I had watched from the edge of my seat, showed humanity basically asking to be doomed when they made the stupid act of killing Lisa Tepes. Dracula had not been there, and even Alucard had arrived too late to witness the burning. But I had. I had what was basically a front-row seat to it, as the skin melted...

I, Dracula (Castlevania/Multicross) 1

I woke up in a coffin.

That was one way to wake up. Knowing that I was in a metallic box, with little to non-existent air, as well as cramped and tight corners. However, I was unbothered by this knowledge. Uncaring of the fact that somehow, I had slept on a soft semi-orthopedic five-by-six bed surrounded with duvets, and now I woke up in a coffin.

For someone as claustrophobic as I was, I didn’t seem all that worried. I could feel fear beginning to bubble in the deepest corner o...

SIA 11

Lightning struck.

That was a statement that would’ve raised brows if it had been uttered anywhere else. If it had been seen by anybody who was not Slade Wilson, they would’ve most likely been distracted and frozen due to the sheer surprise of it.

They were still in the heart of winter. What dark clouds could be seen in the sky were because of the time, not because of any strange or freak thunderstorms that finally decided to bless the city with a shower. No, a single flash of ...

CE 85

Itadori Yuji was many things: a subpar sorcerer who stumbled into the world of Jujutsu, a child with no true sense of attachment to life, one that was all too comfortable with his death. Even for sorcerers, who should always be ready for their death, Itadori Yuji was an anomaly. Yet for all his faults and disadvantages that came from both his twisted mindset and his short but brutal introduction to Jujutsu, Itadori Yuji had his advantages.

When it came to his danger sense and instinct...

AOMR 34

The kettle whistled loudly in the otherwise quiet house.

A quiet, steady sound that slipped through the air and into his ears. Nothing like the roaring geysers of steam that once issued from Ryūjin Jakka or the chorus of screams that accompanied his younger days. Just a polite whistle. It almost felt like even the kettle was tired and sought its own retirement.

Yamamoto rose as he discarded his brush and unfinished kanji to the side. He moved slowly, an ...

CE 84

Jiki froze the moment he heard the sound. His ears sharpened as he tried to interpret it. It didn’t take him long to realize it was coming from outside the barrier. There was a low hum that filled the air, followed by static that made even Jiki’s hair stand on end, and then finally, a jagged scream tore through the sky. And Jiki remembered Satoru’s warnings about a barrier’s weakest point lying in two places.

When an opponent’s more refined barrier overwhelms yours, or when an...

SIA 10

Gotham reeked.

That was an oft-forgotten truth about the city. Sometimes it was the trash, heaps of it in alleyways no one bothered to clean. Other times it was the people. The homeless, the desperate, the ones crushed under the heel of a city that fed on itself. A city abandoned by its caretakers and dissected into districts deemed unworthy of repair and left to rot in its own mire.

Gotham was a city run by the worst of the worst. So was it any surprise it smelled like decay?

CE 83

A Black flash was not just a strength multiplier. It struck at the very essence of a being. It touched upon concepts that the human mind found hard to grasp. The immutability of the quintessence of a person.

The world froze in the aftermath of that single hit. The crackling sound of cursed energy still resonated through the clearing, echoing like a gunshot. Kenjaku’s body convulsed midair, his limbs seizing as the aftershock of the strike coursed through him. For a brief mome...

Sanguine Serenity 2

It was said that wherever the Yachiru walked, money and blood flowed in equal quantities… That was not a lie. Not in the slightest. Like with all things, it started with a rumor. Rumors of a girl, a child that killed in the same breath as she healed. An actual child. Anyone would’ve been inclined to ignore them if the news had perhaps come a decade or two ago. But after Gojo Satoru, rumors had grown to bear more weight, and Mei Mei was always listening for rumors.

That was how she�...

AOMR 33

♦ Topic: Earth Bet

In: Boards ► World News

Divide (Original Poster) (Irregulars)

Posted On Jan 15th, 2005:

Hello, my fellow PHOtards!

With the gracious permission of our blessed moderator (and clearly not a tinker), the venerable Lady Tin_Mother, I bring you a brand-new thread!

Our focus here is on the world: what’s changed in the past few years since Behemoth’s death and the Yangba...

CE 82

The dust settled in the clearing as Jiki and Kenjaku looked impassively at each other. At least Jiki did; Kenjaku was all smiles. There was a terrifying quality to it. A carefree recklessness that hid a calculating mind, and it was eerie on the woman’s face.

Greed.

He had not taken Kenjaku for a particularly greedy person, which meant there was another angle he was missing.

“You see,” Kenjaku said softly, voice thick with fascination, “it took me centuries. ...

SIA 9

The fire had returned.

Not in the world. No, their dark city remained smothered under winter's heel, a miserable, unrelenting cold that clawed at every window and bone. It stole and sapped the strength from everybody but him, even with his perch upon their mansion, a perch that gave him a good view of the sprawling city he called home.

Despite the heavy winter, the city was still alive. People walked, covered and huddled with voluminous amounts of coats to cover up and give themse...

CE 81

Jiki watched the strange woman with a raised brow.

Her pitch-black hair was cut short, with the front part parted to the side, revealing a familiar scar that Jiki had seen once. But that was it. That was the only thing vaguely familiar about the woman claiming to be Itadori’s mother.

“I do not know you. Have we met before?” the woman asked him with a thin smile. Jiki allowed his head to tilt as he studied the woman. She was dressed plainly, so plainly she could’ve been mis...

AOMR 32

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