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| Shienvien | Mar 27 2009, 03:47 PM Post #41 |
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I want, I can, I do
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They had moved in, finding everything intact, and even didn't the things seem to be eaten away from the time... Centuries those had stayed here... That was indeed something large to be discovered, no matter whether it was truly Valhalla or only a human-made copy. Either way it was significant enough, holding many artifacts and riches to be uncovered... Possibly archaeologists hadn't uncovered such a thing after they investigated the deepest untouched chambers of the pyramids in Egypt. In a sort of awe she watched the things covering walls, not yet touching anything, as if remembering things in the way they stood now carried some larger importance- and maybe it did, given that those hadn't been yet touched by any but those who once were here to create this all, whether gods or humans. Now she was almost able to believe that there had truly been something here, once. She continued her walk near the wall, as other seemed to do the same, looking, and even already touching things. The one- she thought he was the one named Logan- even lifted the stone, which had been neatly placed on the throne. Even more, he even dared to toss it into air as if it was a mere toy of some kind, a ball children might play with. A little more respect would perhaps do some good... The thing had still some value and dropping it on ground would of course do no good to it. The large Russian was visibly not too happy about it either. Suddenly a very odd sensation took her over, almost as if her mind had lost the connection to her body and was floating around, sense of balance completely gone... Possibly there was something a little wrong with her... Maybe she has fallen ill or something, or eaten something she shouldn't have or something like that... She even heard a some kind of voice... It was laughing maniacally... By no means it was real, those have to be hallucinations, and she had even lost, it seemed, the ability to speak, but maybe she was just too confused to even try, she couldn't thing very clear at that point, completely not understanding what was happening with her, or around her. Moments later she was back and standing, though she still felt a little drunken or something... But wait she wasn't standing here before, she was somewhere over there... What was it, gaps in her memory caused by some kind of hallucinational illness? And besides that all she now felt taller, and also heavier, when the last one was even a thing one could feel. She hadn't been exactly short, standing at 5'9'', which in at least some parts of the world they even considered tall... Speaking of which many other things seemed wrong too, from the clothes she had been wearing to everything else... It was only when she heard some quite bad cursing in Russian- and an odd sentence- "I'm the gay kid! Why am I the gay kid? I am Mikhael!" from behind when she looked around... Her eyes stopped on Austin- what was wrong with him, them?!- for a second, before her gaze moved on to where she remembered herself standing... And saw herself... When this was still some kind of hallucination then it was a rather bad one... Doubtingly she looked down on herself... Himself... She didn't even know what to call herself or himself anymore... Too bad the English had split one word in two, he and she, when having those as one solved many problems, even outcluding such weird cases as now... Now what happened? Aside that she was going insane? "Mid-" No, that is Estonian... "What is going on? Is it just me or... Now what happened?!" It can't be she is the large Russian now... Or in his body or whatever. Such things were physically impossible. Either she had really lost her sanity or that something that might be there somewhere had just showed itself, and not from the best side. Secretly she wondered it the second her was someone else too, and when it was, then who... Now that is a completely- she couldn't even find a word in English that could describe it well enough. She muttered two words in her home language, her current body still as if glued to the floor. |
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A thought can create a world, but only a word written down can ensure its existence. -When I am physically capable of doing something it doesn't mean I can do it. When I can, it doesn't mean that I should. When I should, it doesn't mean that I must. When I must, it doesn't mean that I will. -I might not always know where I currently am, but I am never lost. I know in which direction my destination lies. -There is no faith in knowing. I prefer to know, as only in this way can I be certain in my decisions. -The more people you ask a question the higher the chance that at least one of them is right. -Make me walk on walls, don't force me to dance according to others' will. -I agree that life can be depressing at times. I just choose to ignore it. -I don't figure over possibilities. I want, I can, I do. | |
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| Mercinus3 | Mar 27 2009, 04:08 PM Post #42 |
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The English Kitty Ninja
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As Jason was about to raise his shot glass for a second drink, a yellow light had erupted from the room, which came from the Indian woman and the large American. Raising the Wildey in his hand, he walked closer towards the two, the gun pointing towards the latter of the two. “Give up the orb NOW! We don’t know what’s…” Just as he drew nearer to the two people, his body began to feel lighter than before, not realizing that his body and his mind were separated. During the time of the unknown separation, he heard maniacal laughter coming from an unknown source, and turned towards it. He expected his Wildey to follow the turn of his body, but it stayed in one place, motionless from his mind. Cursing about the inability to control his body, le looked on, and saw the Halls of Valhalla, with Odin sitting in his throne. Then, reality had hit him. His body felt like nothing! Am I dead?! Before he could curse, he felt weight being added to his state, and he opened his eyes. When reality came back to him, Jason looked up, and was about to raise his arms, hoping that his pistol was still in his hands. Instead, he looked in horror at the trio that was near the throne. The American was there. The Indian woman was there. Then, shock came into his entire system. He was there. He looked around, seeing that everyone was there. Confusion set into his mind, he raised his arms, and was about to scratch his head. He whined, as he noticed what shape his hands were. His hands were more feminine than his sand-worn hands. Looking around like crazy, he started to check his body, seeing what the hell had happened to him. When he placed his hands on his chest, shock entered his body hard, as if he was hit by a freight train. Boobs? He turned to the rest of the group. “What the fuck has ha…” Another shock came to him. Instead of his rich British accent, another accent came from his voice. He concluded that it was European, though he wasn’t sure on what country. “Jesus fucking Christ! What the bloody hell has happened to me?! Why have I switched bodies from British to a European?” Confusion had raced through his mind, unsure on what has happened here. “Buggeration and fuckery!” ((It’s a quote from a book that I had liked.)) Were the only three words that he had said, before listening to the others. "I'm the gay kid! Why am I the gay kid? I am Mikhael!" Were the only few words that came from the gay person. “What the fuck am I doing in here!? I’m not a fucking Indian girl!” "Severin? Have a little respect for my body, please." He figured that the German had changed his place with the Indian woman, and she had switched places with the American. "What is going on? Is it just me or... Now what happened?!" Unsure with what was happening, another person had piped up about the situation. Unsure with who was the final person, Jason decided to speak up. “Alright…” He turned to the person who Mikhael had been placed into. “What the fuck just happened?” Edited by Mercinus3, Mar 27 2009, 04:32 PM.
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| DarkAngel013 | Mar 27 2009, 04:10 PM Post #43 |
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Sleepy Inspiration
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| Teslyn | Mar 27 2009, 04:15 PM Post #44 |
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a fleeting presence
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[YES YES YES YES YES YES YES YES. A MILLION TIMES YES.!!!!! i love you so much right now, jack. so much. <3 this is epic. epicly awesome. omgyes. GO AUSTIN! ] "I'm the gay kid! Why am I the gay kid? I am Mikhael!" a voice shouts - a voice that sounds very much like his, though different- like he's watching a video of himself. Confused, Austin wheels around to face Mikhael. He suddenly finds himself looking at... himself. Holy shit! Holy fucking shit! What the hell had just happened- Valhalla... made a doppleganger of himself? No... There were no doubles of anyone else- Bringing fingers up for inspection, he finds that they are smaller - much smaller than his. Just as slender, if not more so... but slightly tanned. Certainly not his skin. Staring at them, he goes for the mirror he knows he has somewhere -- only to find that, well, shit, his clothing is suddenly ... different? And he's shorter. By like a foot. Touching his face, he finds that his features are softer - rounder. Glancing around at everyone - who seem to be freaking out about these switches (except for Winoa, who's in a gigantor body, seriously!) he concludes, by process of elimination, that he's that Chinese girl. Ooohhh. Ooooooh. "Holy fucking shit!" He shrieks, and his voice is higher-pitched than normal. Not that much higher - his own voice isn't exactly deep -- but enough so that he can clearly recognize a difference. Clapping his hands on his face, he isn't sure whether to be happy or sad. He's a girl now - but at least nobody will think he's lesbian. But then, he was gay anyway... -- hey. He could sleep with straight guys, now... "Holy shit!" he repeats, though this time he sounds gleeful. "I'm a girl! I can sleep with straight men! Ha! Take that, life!" Running towards Mikhael - who's apparently himself - he gives himself - rather, Mikhael - a big hug, because he'd always wanted to hug himself but never could quite figure out how to do it. He giggled gleefully, sounding as though Christmas had not only come early, but also extended into a period of a week. "You're me!" he points at Mikhael. "You're me- how's that for karma!" Edited by Teslyn, Mar 27 2009, 07:25 PM.
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| Silvermourn | Mar 27 2009, 08:45 PM Post #45 |
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The Redneck, the Cynic, the Nerd, and the Hopeless Romantic
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((My apologies for the time this took. I hadn't realized I'd suddenly be struck with an ice storm and my power would get cut off.)) Things went straight to hell when he touched the stone, maniacal laughter spoke volumes of what had happened even before the disturbed visions of an ancient and powerful one eyed man sitting upon his great throne faded away. Despite what he had seen he did not truly believe that he had just been face to face with Odin the Lord of the Gods. Perhaps he had glimpsed a flash of the past, perhaps that was all the sphere had been, a sort of looking glass into the ancient past of the Norse gods. Yet when the strange and majestic seen faded away, when he found himself considerably smaller and holding a firearm of some sorts he realized that his hopes had been false. When he saw himself standing near the throne and managed to get over the sort of vertigo involved he almost vomited. Something had just gone terribly wrong and left him in the Brit's body holding a gun and wondering who the Brit had intended to shoot with the damn thing. As hard as it was for him to even admit it to himself, he found himself coming to the realization that it was probably his fault. He was comforted by the fact that the Russian had been about to pick the stupid rock up anyway and the situation would probably have been easily as fucked up. He was just happy he wasn't in the body of one of the girls, he was certain it wouldn't have made him any friends and it would have been extremely awkward. The thought of the girls led him to wondering who was in his body. That could easily be as awkward as him being in one of theirs, and he was probably going to have to single himself out for the blame to find out. It wasn't that he hadn't been paying attention so much as that he hadn't cared until just then, but looking around he was sort of wondering who was in who's body. Not being one to pay such close attention he seemed to have missed that little detail in the confusion moments before. Waving the hand holding the gun at the others in the room. He sighed and began speaking. " I'm Logan, the American with the rock that you all probably hate. But before you beat the shit out of this poor fellows body, would someone tell me who the hell's in my body?" Edited by Silvermourn, Mar 29 2009, 03:04 PM.
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"I mourn that which may have been but will never be." "Stupidity is a wound that bleeds forever; Intelligence is a blade that stays forever sharp" "An armed man will kill and unarmed man with monotonous regularity" "Nothing adds a little class to a sniper course like a babe in a Ghillie suit." "You have the rest of your life to solve your problems. How long you live depends on how well you do it." "Make your attacker advance through a wall of bullets. I may get killed with my own gun, but he's gonna have to beat me to death with it, 'cause it's going to be empty." | |
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| Attila | Mar 30 2009, 01:59 AM Post #46 |
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Transylvanian Mad Scientist
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The jog all the way from where the tracks started in the snow and he had to leave the snow mobile behind was now seeming ever longer. The heavy pack full of equipment, the thick snow that was making every step a pain, the bar of Snickers dangling from his mouth as he went; and the double dose of hot coffee churning merrily in his stomach all contributed to a sense of the entire world being opposed to him. "Go, Jacob. Go, Jacob, go." He kept repeating in his mind, and imagined a crowd of people cheering his name. Sweat was pouring all over him, but somehow he could still find the energy to keep on going like that bunny on the Energizer commercial. He took another bite from the chocolate, chugging it down his throat as fast as he could, careful not to choke on it. He didn't care to chew much, just get down as much calories and joules as he could before collapsing in the snow. |
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| Seiss | Mar 30 2009, 02:30 AM Post #47 |
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Tcaitacl and vlaliniy Pcrik.
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She lifted her wrist to look at the watch- half an hour late... not good. It shattered her perfect record of punctuality. Blowing out a long breath, she looked up, dark brown eyes scanning the empty white behind the dark visors to try and regain her sense of direction. So much for losing a compass. Then, she caught sight of a figure, making its way swiftly in one direction. At this rate, asking for directions would be the best course to take... compared to wandering alone in the snow. Brushing her fringe from her face, she looked down at her feet to check how deep they had sunk and was pleased to find that it didn't go beyond the ankles of her soft soled boots. Okay, here we go! With one agile leap, she made a dash for it. Her strides lengthened once she had the momentum going. Instead of bull-dozing her way through the fairly thick snow, her dash smoothed to something of a long distance bound. The cold wind howled past her face and thread through her short hair, chilling her ears in the process. She didn't like to wear those... hat things that covered her ears. Her clothes she was currently wearing consisted of a dark emerald turtleneck and dark blue jeans (there are a couple of cold resistant layers underneath of course), and that was basically it. Dressing up like a thick and fat pork leg didn't appeal much to her, especially when she knew her movements would be hindered. A little scant for such a freezing climate, but she was accustomed to the harsh seasons of her own homeland. All those years of training never failed her once. The biting cold was soon reduced to a cool touch to her skin once her body adjusted itself to suit the demands of the chill. "Hey!" That was the best she could manage... after all, greeting someone in such a bleak place with a "good morning" felt a little strange. "I think I got myself a little lost. Do you know how to get to the new excavation site around here, sir?" Edited by Seiss, Mar 30 2009, 03:16 AM.
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许? 天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。 欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。 君应有语,渺万里层云, 千山暮雪,只影向谁去? 横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。 招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。 天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。 千秋万古,为留待骚人, 狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。 | |
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| Attila | Mar 30 2009, 02:56 AM Post #48 |
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Transylvanian Mad Scientist
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The snow was already getting through his brown boots, as his feet sank into it, deeper with every step. Now, the only thing that separated them from his feet were a layer of white socks and gray underhoses. The jeans he wore above them didn't help against the cold either, but they at least conferred some mobility. Held up by a tightly strewn black leather belt, it still looked baggy because of his skinny shape. The white shirt he wore underneath the black woolen sweater and brown jacket was completely soaked in his sweat. The hastily placed latex cap on his head provided minimal insulation, but at least it held down his short hair and kept the sweat inside and under the hat for the most part. Dark, rectangular sunglasses covered his brown eyes, shielding it from the blinding white of the snow everywhere. Apart from these two apparel, his face seemed very much like a caveman's, him not being able to shave for a few days because of the constant rush. All in all, he probably was quite a sigh and reminder of what a fast-paced society could do to a man to the woman that spotted him. The moment he heard her shout, he slowed down, pacing toward her. Placing the bar of chocolate quickly in his left side pocked, he put up a gloved hand and waved at her, attempting his best smile, although the bits of chocolate still caught between his teeth pretty much ruined the gesture. And what of all the odds, she too was headed for the site! "Ah!" He began, stopping a few feet before her, still catching his breath. "They.. they went that-a-way.." he continued, his words separated by gulps and sighs. He then pulled himself upright under the weight of his pack, groaning at the pain in his back, shortly letting out a load of air and taking a deep breath as he turned towards her. "Jacob Szigeti. The cameraman." He said, the grin stuck on his face as he nodded at her. "Here's them tracks." He said, pointing at a trail leading through the snow. Motioning her to follow, he resumed the pace he had been taking through the thick snow, but this time it wasn't as straining, since the path had already been laid. |
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| Seiss | Mar 30 2009, 05:30 AM Post #49 |
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Tcaitacl and vlaliniy Pcrik.
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The moment she stopped 'running', she could literally feel her feet sink into the icy, damp snow. She was hoping for the man to hasten his steps so she wouldn't have to pause or slow down, but oh well. Her breathing was barely disturbed, unlike the shaggy looking man. He must have travelled for quite a long distance to end up looking like that. Returning his nods with a slight bow of her head, she introduced herself, "Keira Lee. An adventurer or raider of sorts." Or however you translate that from Mandarin.... She reminded herself to smile, lest he thought her hostile. He appeared slight under the layer of his clothes and seemed to be having a hard time carry that pack. When he gave her that goofy smile, amusement sprung so suddenly past her mind that she had to stifle her laugh and hide it while clearing her throat. "Umm... would you like some help with your pack?" she asked hesitantly, still fighting off the grin that was edging its way to the corner of her lips. She had a hunch that he would probably refuse. Her build wasn't any larger than he was, but she wasn't skinny and was anything but weak. That pack on his back probably wouldn't have a significant weight for her at all. Still, she knew men will be men. Joining him in a trudge through the snow, she decided to add, "I could help you carry those until you've rested enough." |
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问世间情为何物,直教生死相许? 天南地北双飞客,老翅几回寒暑。 欢乐趣,别离苦,就中更有痴儿女。 君应有语,渺万里层云, 千山暮雪,只影向谁去? 横汾路,寂寞当年箫鼓,荒烟依旧平楚。 招魂楚些何嗟及,山鬼暗啼风雨。 天也妒,未信与,莺儿燕子俱黄土。 千秋万古,为留待骚人, 狂歌痛饮,来访雁邱处。 | |
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| Latanya | Mar 30 2009, 09:59 AM Post #50 |
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lawful good intelligent asshole
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Severin? Have a little respect for my body, please” Severin stared at the American, the corner of his mouth twitching with irritation. If he was not the only one who had been switched, which was not very likely but still possible, considering that he was the only one worthy of living on after that unworthy bug displuming the gods by playing around with the holy stone, the one who had landed in Mikhael’s body had to be the Indian girl he was now stuck in, whatever she was called. “Sorry”, he answered gruffly, stopping fingering around on the body that now seemed to be his. “Believe me, that’s not too pleasant for me either.” That was not the way he had wanted to have the woman’s body, definitely not. He looked around among his companions, trying to figure out who had had the luck of enjoying his Arian body for the short time he would make this last. That gay guy had obviously landed in that communist bitch – little motherfucking bastard! – while the Russian was stuck in that kid. The woman he was in had apparently laded in the giant American, while that motherfucking freak without even a hint of culture in his behavior seemed to have landed in the tea-lover. The Estonian seemed to be stuck in the Russian and occupied by the Brit. That left only one for his body; the amazingly sexy motherfucking communist. Great. Just… Great. “So”, he asked sighting, “Does anyone have how to get out of this? I don’t really feel like staying in here for the rest of my life.” |
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