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"So where does JoJo live?" the taxi driver asked Casey.

"In the mansion way behind the apartment complexes," Casey replied.

The taxi driver nodded, and then drove towards the mansion Casey was describing.

As soon as they got there the young adults thanked the driver and then started walking towards the mansion.

Casey knocked on the door in a complexed pattern, and then a 16-year-old blue hedgehog opened the door. She was too busy practicing the lines of a play that she was doing to notice who was at the door. "Yes?" she said, not even taking her eyes off the page.

"Where's JoJo, Demi?" Casey asked...

Prologue

From the front window of his bedroom, a young male mbwa mwitu mobian, nearing his days at collage, looked up to the sky. It was there that he saw a stream of lights. At first he thought these were stars. But red stars? In a swirling pool of energy? No. These were no stars. This was something much zaidi destructive.

Far from the planet that the boy looked from, the swirling red energy formed into a three-way battle between a dark red figure, a light red figure, and an average red figure. The glowing beings clashed at each other, kicking, clawing, punching, and blasting until the normal red...

"Scorch, could we talk this over?" asked my friend, Blaster. "Why should we? wewe know that I hate water!!!" "Scorch, Blaster!!! Stop now!!!" yelled Earthquake. Why must he act like he's the mature one here when none of us are? I thought. "Earthquake, I'm going to kill Blaster one siku and wewe know it!!" Earthquake looked at me with a strange look. "Scorch, you're not going to kill him. wewe say things and wewe never do them." Of course as usual he was right. Why must he always be right? "Hey did anyone else hear something?" asked Blaster. Earthquake and I exchanged glances. "We didn't hear anything...

Estelle once again lay in a dark pit.
Broken.
Spiritless.
Dead.
The blood lapped and receeded at her wounds, never enough to heal her, but never enough to dissapear.
The moments when the blood healed her, she cherished.
But when the blood left, the pain seemed to increase.
"WHY?!" she screamed in agony.
She was foolish.
Now, she was doomed.
No one would summon her now.
No one would end her suffering.
Not even her beautiful glass sword would help her.
How could it, when it was driven straight through herchest?

It was a long time before she felt the energy.
It stirred within her, like snakes in a hole.
And,...

I remember Black Skies,
The lightning all around me
I remebered each flash,
As time began to blur
Like a startling sign
that fate had finally found me
and your voice was all i heard
that i get what I deserve
So give me reason to prove me wrong
to wash this memory clean
let the floods cross
the distance in your eyes
Give me reasons to fill this hole
connect the space between
Let it be enough to reach
the truth that lies
Across this NEW DIVIDE!!
There was nothing in sight
but memories left abondaned
there was no where to hid
The ashes fell like snow
And the ground caved in
Between where we were standing
and your voice...

"This is great!" Death ametoa maoni to her friend over the phone.
"Yes, its in the Savannah Musuem." (Sorry 4 spelling) she added hanging up.
"Tiana? Tiana!" Death yelled into the phone but of course, no answer.

"You idoit..." Death alisema throwing the phone across the room. Death relied on Tiana to tell her information but without it, it was hopeless.
Death thought of her plan to steal the zumaridi, zamaradi then decided to take her nap till midnight.

***

At midnight Death got her gear set up and left to the museam.
"I gotta have this emerald." Death told herself as she teleported to the museam.

She climbed into...

We've been trudging through Waterless Desert for hours.I check my map.
"We're here, right?" Radioactive says, pointing to a section on the map a few inches away from a vast forest.
"Yeah, we are," I say.
Aimina groans.
"Oh, I'm sorry, art thou not entertained?" I say, annoyed.
"Sorry, it's just so hot out here," Aimina complains. Her mbwa mwitu nanny... thing... whines.
"Not my fault."
"Look, I know it's not your fault, but do wewe have any water?"
I look ahead. I can't believe my eyes. "Radioactive? do me a favor and ngumi, punch me across the face."
Radioactive does so.
"I sh** wewe not, that's actually what you...

The Rasoul Saga: Chapter 16


Upon getting home, Kyle had just gone back to kitanda due to the fact that he needed sleep. He slept peacefully and quietly until the morning rolled around.


“Kyle? Dear, it’s time to get up,” His mother’s voice called through the bedroom door, followed kwa the door opening just slightly and revealing her gentle face. “You have school today, and I’m sure wewe would like to have plenty of time to get ready.”

Kyle stirred in his bed, awoken kwa the sound of his door opening and his mother’s voice. He slowly rolled over in his bed, turning to look at her in...

I made an account a little while ago. Sorry to say I've Lost track of time. It's been a busy few weeks between work and social commitments. But now I've finally got a bit of time to post one of my shabiki characters.

I have two major shabiki characters I use between roleplays and fanfiction. wewe could say they're like two sides of a coin, each reflecting a side of my personality. One of them is serious, and the other one is fun-loving. Giichi is the fun loving one.

If the backstory doesn't make much sense, it's because this version of Giichi is from Sonic Aftermath, an old Sonic roleplaying site I...