Out of Time

Haha. It's funny that in my previous post I said I would write if I found the time too, and I did. The prompt I pulled out was time! Anyway, here's the story.

Time - Silver
   His first attempt to control the multiple worlds ended in failure when his specimens had somehow let the Meddlers know his location. Beaten by the confrontation, but not down, Silver decided to wait for his chance of vengeance against them and resume his plan. Four years later, a blink of the eye for a god like him, Xochitl the stuck-up head goddess decided to wipe out all life-forms from every world and rebuild the worlds in her eyes, not those of her mother's. Silver was almost worried, but that brief moment passed when Faun, an extremely young goddess who was thrown into the mortal realm, challenged Xochitl to a dual. 

If Faun won, the worlds would be spared. If Xochitl won the worlds would be destroyed. Since Xochitl was the head goddess, she had the power and created a world where she made the rules of the game. Memories are wiped clean with each loss and an entrance price to make it all that more hopeless. The important thing for Silver was that a whole month there was equal to a single day in reality. New specimens were taken from every world to fight and win in what Silver deemed a 'fun' game. 

Silver entered that artificial world and created an area where neither goddess could detect him to carry out his experiments on the specimens that had been gathered. He had all the time in the worlds to corrupt minds and turn them into empty vessels to do his bidding. His time to overthrow the other gods and goddesses and control all the worlds was within his grasp. He had all the time he could want, but it didn't belong sorely to him. 

A group of highly abnormal mortals, even in their restricted environment, had the same amount of time too. 

And Silver underestimated them.

And have a wonderful day everyone

Shadows over my shoulder...

How is everyone going?
I've got uni stuff to do... And I'm not in the right place to do it and it seems like I don't have enough time too. The shadows are slowly creeping up. Anyway... Here's a story.

Shoulder to Cry on - Cecilia
    When she was a little girl, Cecilia was quite a cry-baby. Not that she was over-emotional, she just got scared easily and her friend loved to scare her. She was scared of the shadows too and would whimper in the night until she moved herself next to her mother. One day her friend was selected by a master and left the village to learn. Cecilia cried for days and felt alone without her friend there. Eventually she got used to that reality and shut the memories away in the remote part of her brain, but she carried her friend's panpipes with her at all times. 

Years later, her village was burnt to the ground while she was practising her own set of panpipes. She braved the flames that lapped at her skin and pulled her parents and some of the other villagers out, only to discover they were already dead. A clean stab wound in their chests. Cecilia mourned the loss of her village and those in it, and with the clothes on her back and her panpipes, left the burnt ruins behind her. 

She couldn't cry, as that would show weakness, and every night she was haunted by the faces of the villagers and their cries, The shadows looked more dangerous each night, until one when Cecilia set up camp in dense woodland. Once she had started a fire, she played a tune on her pipes. The sound attracted someone or something else that hovered just outside the boundary of light the fire gave. She stopped and watched the shadows for a while before she snuffed out the dying fire. The presence was comforting, Cecilia felt nothing dangerous about it.  

When she woke in the morning and started for the town nearby, she came across five dead bodies. A clean stab wound in each chest. People came into view along the road and Cecilia waved them over to examine the bodies. They told her that the bodies were trained killers that called the woods part of their territory. Terrified she came so close to death, Cecilia made it to the town and after earning money from playing her panpipes, found an inn to stay in. Once night had fallen, Cecilia felt the presence again. She opened the window of her room and saw nothing outside. She played a tune on her panpipes and left it on the windowsill. She went to sleep for what seemed like a moment when she woke to the sound of the panpipes. It was a sad melody, one that would often be played at funerals in her village. After the last note faded into the night, Cecilia went over to the window and spoke to the wind. 

''Thank-you for before. You can keep the pipes, I have another. Use them to talk to me, I'll listen whenever you want me to.'' 

She went back to sleep, a smile on her face as the sound of another tune, a slightly more happy one, drifted through the room. 

The presence that stayed in the shadows needed someone to cry to and Cecilia was that person.

Mmm... Anyway, have a great day everyone!

And now for something different.

Hello all!
So, no story for today. Sorry if you came by for that. Instead, here's a video of something I did today.

And to quote a favourite manga pyromaniac bad-guy girly-looking-man artist "Art is an EXPLOSION!" (Varies on what translation though).
Moving on - It was really fun! Since there's no outdoor ice-skating in Queensland (because it would become a swimming pool) I jumped at the chance to skate today.

Well, have a great day everyone!

Storm warning

Right, so... There isn't a storm warning, which is a bit of a shame because I'm waiting for snow to appear (and not the ice that I slip over on the sidewalk). Anyway, how is everyone going? Checked out Mum's post about a SunshineShelle sale?
So here's a story!

Storm - Wolf
    Faced with his current situation, Wolf recalled the storms that he had weathered to get there.

His first storm tossed the sea over his mountain home, killed many and destroyed everyone's lives. But it gave the survivors a purpose in life. United by the storm that destroyed, the survivors strived to protect what was left with everything that they had.

The second storm was a different kind of storm. Although there was no wind or rain, the sky had darkened and the light from the sun turned a deep purple. No wind or rain, but Wolf's instincts told him something was terribly wrong. The storm's true purpose was to disguise the being that took him from the place where he belonged, and threw him into a twisted game of survival.

The third storm took what seemed like years to form. For this storm to build, another group of desperate, but capable survivors banded together. Wolf had joined them in the hope that the leader had somehow inspired. Once the storm they created had picked up speed, there was no way to stop it. The world that held them prisoner showed signs that it wasn't real, and with a final push, the survivors freed themselves and others trapped in that distorted fantasy. However they soon found themselves in the middle of another storm.

Wolf had hid himself to observe the battle that raged around him, his keen senses on overload. He could smell the fear of those who were strangers to battle and tuned them out as they tried to flee. Instead he watched the ones braving the endless wave of faceless enemies. The woman that had pulled together the ragtag survivors was covering the cowards who fled, while a man was brutally slicing enemies that came from the other side. Another four of the survivors were boxed in and struggling against the mass that threatened to overcome them. Arrows and bullets from unseen snipers tore through enemies, but it another faceless monster took the fallen one's place. Wolf could smell the others fighting, but they were surrounded by too many enemies to see. Then the clouds churned and the light darkened. A low growl came from Wolf as he recognised the disguise that started the chaos. The battle hadn't stopped even with the new arrival, and Wolf's instinct kicked in as he stepped out from his observation spot. If the small resistance wanted to make it through the storm they found themselves in, they'd need all its members to take part.

With a clear leap into the fray, Wolf entered another storm. 

One he hoped to come out of.

And that all for today! Hope you all have a fantastic day (or night) wherever you are!

Bodyguards

Hiya guys! How is everyone?
So there are two posts today since I'm a little bit behind.
It is a funny coicenidence that the characters pulled out for yesterday are called The Bodyguards and that there was a new iPod/iPhone game released today that has to do with bodyguards. I downloaded the game, but the stamina refills once a day so I'm stuck.
Anyway, story.

Plan B - The Bodyguards
    Johannes had seven employees. He ran a business that had several hundred, but he had seven personal elite employees. Their job description was 'bodyguard', but unlike other bodyguards, not all were handpicked. In fact four had the job because they applied for it, but that didn't make them different from the three that were handpicked. One was a former family butler from Johannes' youth who knew exactly what needed to be done and how to get it done. The second youngest had was a puny male teenager who tried to pickpocket Johannes in broad daylight, while the youngest he found dressed oddly in the slums while she was a child. Their jobs included paper work, information gathering, making sure their boss slept, guarding him during important events, smuggling Intel to the Rebellion Keepers and every other odd job (including the grocery shopping).

Johannes was aware how dangerous it was to attend the political debate at the 5-star resort about the tensions in the land, but representatives from all sides were to be there on 'neutral' ground. Johannes had told his seven to not make a scene and observe everything from the shadows.

He was watching the live security feed of the bar where something was going down. His slum girl was being hounded by a high official who wasn't taking a 'no' for an answer. His thief boy had tried 'politely' to get the official away but subtle hints could only get so far. Johannes frowned at the ordeal, Plan A was to remove themselves from the problem as quietly as possible. Unfortunately the official was anything but quiet. The gathered crowd were parted as a well-built man entered the commotion, and he towered over the three. The new arrival was a guard of the official's and as hostile words were exchanged between both parties, the crowd crept further away. There was an elderly man close to the entrance; his hand hovered over a part of the wall. The moment the official's guard pushed Johannes' thief to the side the lights went off. When they came back on a few seconds later, the official and his guard were sprawled out on the floor and the two youngsters and the old man had disappeared. Johannes smiled in spite of himself and laughed.

Plan B: If they couldn't remove themselves from the problem... Remove the problem.

Right! So that's it for today! Hhave a wonderful day everyone!!
Oh! I've also gone through and fixed the spelling errors for the short stories. Hope that makes things easier for you all.

Markets

Hello!
First off, there seem to be people that come here from countries that native tongue isn't English. And now I feel bad because I don't speak anything but that. So I'm very sorry to all. I've been trying to teach myself basics of languages, but then I forget my English... Eventually I figure some way to retain my English and learn another four languages.
I've also been scanning over my old posts, and I spotted horrendous spelling mistakes. Why did no one tell me! Gah!! It's so embarrassing...

Market - Vigis
    Vigis loved the markets. Since she grew up on a homestead with her four older brothers and away from towns, her first market visit was a thrill. Especially when she was given her Chevalier Knight sword. She loved the smells that drifted from the stalls, the colours of fabrics that where hung up to separate the stalls and she loved the competitions that went on throughout the day. Although it took the combined strength of her mother and two eldest brothers to drag her away from the sign-up sheet.

She visited the markets in Ashlake regularly. Stalls spread down hundreds of streets, the squares were set-up for tournaments and animal stalls. Vigis helped the farmers from the outskirts travel to and from the markets in anyway she could and while at the markets she would eat her way through every stall  and worked  off the energy by participating in events.

But this market was different. It was as if the trouble from the Nobodies had arrived at Ashlake's front gate. It bothered Vigis that such far away trouble could effect the hustle of Ashlake's market. Everyone was on edge and there were less stalls than usual, and it seemed like everyone was prepared to pack up and go home at the slightest notice. It seemed like there was no reason for that attitude until the trouble started. The moment people were running, Vigis equipped her sword in one hand and wand in the other. A shadow towered over her, and Vigis let an ecstatic grin cross her face. She would still end up enjoying that day's market.

Vigis thought that the dragons were a nice touch to the day.

Right, so have a wonderful day everyone!

It's been a long day...

Hey all! How is everyone going?
So, if you've been by Mum's blog (As you all would have since you found me through her. Don't lie ^.^), you probably would have read that I'm currently not in the house. I've actually been keeping track of how many days it has been since I've seen home with my own eyes, and it has been 73 days. Since I call home twice a day to say hi to everyone, I was never particularly homesick. But two nights ago I had a dream about walking around the house and I woke up missing home.
Anyway, when you dream (and remember it) do you feel in the dream? Like picking up a book in the dream, do you feel the weight? Do you feel textures of objects? And do you dream in colour? They are probably pointless questions, but I'm interested in stuff like that.
But you guys aren't here for that, are you?

Long day - Leif

6AM - Wake up and get ready
6:30AM - Jog to gym (long route ≈ 30 minutes)
7AM - Train in gym
8AM - Shower and change for classes
8:30AM - Breakfast in common room
9AM - Classes start
   9-10AM - Level A Anti-detection Training
   10-11AM - History
   11AM-12PM - Advanced Gym
12PM - Lunch (Meet Heath/Julie outside)
1PM - Classes resume
   1-2PM - Languages
   2-3PM - Mathematics Nap-time
   3-4PM - Team Building Exercises
4PM - Classes finish
4:05PM - Raid kitchen
4:15PM - Free time (Find Sal and ask for math notes)
5PM - Gather equipment (Make sure capsule is full of powder)
6PM - Meet up at library and go over plans
6:30PM - Leave campus
7PM - Arrive at location
   7-9PM - Operation
9PM - Leave location
   9-9:30PM - Weave way to rendezvous point
10PM - Arrive at campus
10:05PM - Debrief
10:30PM Have dinner in either Sal/Faith's or Heath/Julie's room
11PM - Go to bed

Leif looked at his wristwatch and sighed. He rechecked the notebook that had his messy handwriting for the day's activities. The stuff in the morning he normally did (and sleeping in Maths), but with a job on, it always seemed like there wasn't any time to relax. He looked at his watch again, tapped its face and slammed his head onto the table, which startled his two friends (four technically, but he could only see two at one time). It felt like he had been up for hours, but his perfectly working and correct watch told him that it was only 8:43AM. 

It was going to be a long day.

Hope you enjoyed the story(?). Have a wonderful day everyone!

(Un)Natural

Hi guys! How are you all?
I'm having great fun at a science museum today! Actually I'm having great fun at every museum and gallery I've been in. But there is a robot in this one that you can control to converse with other people or make him do the robot. I say him because of the voice he is programed to respond in. Well, I was told (while I was playing with the controls) that a little monkey was scared of the robot. After his mother and I were able to talk him into the room, I had the robot blow the little monkey a kiss and dance for him. And the little monkey loved it and said "He's a funny robot". Mission accomplished.
New problem... There an even littler monkey who keeps pulling the computer screen towards her! On second thought, she found the pencil from before and seems happy chewing on that (at least for the moment).
Anyway, here's a story!

Natural - Minnta
     Definition of the word 'natural' according to the Standard Human Dictionary - English Version
1. Relating to nature
2. Inborn, rather then acquired
3. Present in or produced by nature, rather then being artificial
4. A musical note that is neither sharp or flat
5. Not artificially coloured or treated

Minnta had an issue with how humans defined the word 'natural'.

1. Although she has a plant from her home planet, the nature (and the world) was destroyed twice. Once by the species that lived there when technology arrived. Second time is when it was invaded when she was just a child. Although she understands what nature is on other planets, it's always foreign to her.
2. An ability that all species have from the get-go is instinct. However, only a few species rely on it nowadays. Instinct saved Minnta many times, but marked her as an outcast from her own species. She didn't care though, she had always identified herself more Okralid anyway.
3. Total banning of artificial reproduction had been lifted by many species due to colonies being wiped off the face of the universe. Although natural reproduction was still the norm, the lift eliminated the need for it. Humans were the first to lift the ban, lowering Minnta's respect of the species to an ultimate low.
4. Music meant nothing to Minnta. It didn't help her and she didn't need it. Mechanical whirs, start-up sounds and the hum of engines were pretty much the only things she heard on a daily basis. Although with two more people on board, Minnta could hear someone singing in the morning.
5. She has no enhancements like others of her species. She'll die younger than the rest of her species, if she lives long enough. Her bones aren't altered to support things 10x her weight and she doesn't have 360 degree vision. Three of the many reasons she was forced to quit her job.

Minnta was from the most stupidest and hypocritical species she ever had the misfortune to be affiliated with. Even the other species felt sorry for her.
Minnta was 100% natural human, and that made her unnatural.

Hmm... How was it? Enjoy it? Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!
Oh! There is a new page link up the top of this post to get to all short stories.

Babysitter

Hello all! How are you today?

Babysitting has it's quirks you know. I just have to keep two little ones out of trouble by providing distractions, turning them away from computers and mobile phones, and make the occasional monkey or snowman or hot-dog out of play-doh. Then I clean up once they leave the room (it gets trashed later, but the adults can at least walk in it for a brief moment). Tell you the truth though, I have no idea if I'm going an okay job or if I'm just a bother.

Anyway, today's story is about a different type of babysitter...

Babysitter - Salicylic
     Salicylic, better known as Sal, sat in the darkened room that was barely lit by the street lamps outside. Her eyes carefully watched the wall opposite her and she sat against a mirror to avoid its reflection.
"Sally," a voice called for attention behind her like a small child would. Sal ignored it.
"Sal," the voice was stern having dropped its whiny tone. Sal still ignored it.
"Salicylic! You will look at me!" The voice shouted.
"Leave me alone Faith," Sal responded plainly and heard a huff behind her. Sal knew Faith was annoyed at the situation; Faith always needed action while Sal could sit in a spot for hours.
"We are stuck here while your partner is stealing what you have spent weeks searching for."
"Yes."
"But we could be doing that! Just the two of us, like when we were kids!"
"Stealing the cookie jar at home and stealing a dangerous, overpowered sword from a guarded museum are two completely different things," Sal explained to what she knew was deaf ears.
"Same principle..." Faith muttered and then spoke up, "Better than babysitting."
Sal sighed, but continued to watch the wall opposite that had three security guards tied up together. Gathering intelligence, formulating plans and, as Faith put it, babysitting were Sal's best assets on a heist that she could do by herself.
"I hate you," Faith commented bluntly only for Sal to shrug the statement off. She was used to Faith's harsh comments in an attempt to provoke her since the two grew up together. They stopped getting to her years ago.
"I finished reading that book you've been saving time for," Faith said, "and Raven is actually-"
"Don't tell me!" Sal yelled angrily and quickly tried to compose herself, but it was too late. The next moment, Sal saw Faith sitting in front of her.  

"Ah~! My turn!" Faith stood up and stretched her limbs out. Although the shape grew into what looked like a young adult, and the curves and hair colour changed, it was still technically Sal's body. It just changed to Faith's when Sal got emotional (which is why she still hadn't finished reading the book). The two were completely different people, and unfortunately, they shared the same body. Sal watched from the mirror as Faith started to walk towards the main exhibition of the building. Sal berated herself for falling for that trick again.
"Oh!" Faith stopped and pulled something out of Sal's, now stretched pant pockets. She examined it and after a brief think over, opened it. A white powder covered Faith and Sal smiled from her mirror prison. Faith tried so very hard to not do what Sal was hoping for. She tried so, so hard.
"AH-CHOO!" Faith sneezed, and in an instant Sal was back in her body. Clothes stretched beyond repair and covered in white powder, Sal read what was on the capsule Faith opened.
On the outside; 'Faith - I think this will look good on you'
Inside; "Sal - Your Welcome'
"Your partner sucks."
Sal grinned and turned to the mirror that a bitter and red-nosed Faith was standing in. Although Sal's reflection in the mirror was Faith and didn't know what she looked like as a result, she was sure that she looked like an insane smiling mess. Faith's eye roll only confirmed her suspicions and she returned to doing her job.
Babysitting.

Right, so that's it for today. I'm wondering what story has the most words... Anyway, have a nice day everyone!




P.S. Salicylic is actually an acid that I read in my chemistry book while at school. I liked it for a name. It's rather funny now that I look back, because if I remember correctly salicylic acid is used in aspirin to relieve headaches (it does other stuff to, that's just what I remember), and Faith is a huge headache to deal with!

If you got another story...

Hello! I hope everyone is going well. How are the stories? Are they to your liking? Are they amusing or making you think? Or maybe you're just collecting them to bind and have a private copy somewhere under your bed.
I'm not going to lie, that last comment was aimed at a friend.
Anyway, here's another story. It's a lot shorter than the others.

If - Sakti

    All her life, Sakti has been protected by her father. He was her only family since her mother died in childbirth. Something her father never got over and Sakti herself, desperate to know her mother, watched the recording she left behind over and over. Sakti wondered if her mother were alive, would she be on her mother's home world studying the Lore?

The mechanical-metropolis that Sakti has spent her life on was the centre for smuggling weapons and drugs. Her father told her what areas to stay away from and she listened. It was dangerous to get involved, everyone knew that, but since the criminal activity seemed to run parallel to normal life, people turned a blind eye.

She wondered what would have happened if she had continued on her way home that day instead of following her curiosity. Would the criminals have remained on the hunk of metal she had called 'home'? Would the Okralid and human that drew attention to the criminal group have bleed to death that day? Would her father and herself lived the rest of their lives on that metal-planet depressed and against the wishes of her mother?

But 'would' was not the question that Sakti asked herself at that moment she made a decision.

If the opportunity to escape her boring life arose, why wouldn't she take it?

Ok, that's today's story! Hope you enjoyed it and have a wonderful day everyone!

A Nightmare

Hello! How is everyone? So the story prompt is 'Nightmare' and the character actually came from one of my own. Funny isn't it? Anyway, enjoy!

Nightmare - Cap. Amarina
Amarina never had a nightmare, bad dreams she had, but never a true nightmare. At least she could say that until 'that day'. She saw first hand what happened and the carnage of bodies at the end of it. When she got called back to the military by her superiors, she thought they'd put her on the front line. She would have been out of their nonexistent hair that way, but they put her behind a desk on secretary duty. Amarina filed away budgets and reports on stupid plans of attack doomed from the beginning as the carnage continued with each passing day. Reality became a nightmare for Amarina and most of the world's population. Filing one day, she read about a case of a successful attack, but not from the military. A target of the carnage retaliated and killed the attacker. An idea began to fester in Amarina's head, one that was at the least slightly better than her superiors'.

But then 'the event' happened. Another nightmare, so many young lives lost for no reason, very little survived and more paper work for Amarina to deal with. Sick to death with worthless ideas that amounted to nothing, Amarina forged a superiors signature on a summary, slipped it to another and her idea was passed. Those higher up didn't care who came up with it, so long as they got the credit for it. If the targets could successfully attack the enemy, why not recruit them? As a bonus, Amarina was finished with desk work and got a team of female recruits to train. She still had bad dreams, but before they could manifest into nightmares, a 'BOOM' in the distance would wake her and she would count the minutes it took for the rapid knocking at her door to start.

Amarina was pleased that in this nightmare called reality, that one of her three recruits had a hatred distrust of authority and knew how to channel it well.

So, can anyone guess who the recruit is? I'll give you a hint, she has a funny way of keeping track of time. Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Chameleon

Hello everyone! How are you all doing? I'm feeling pretty good, having been a geek and updating my information on what is on the internet. Mostly what I'm missing out on in the gaming world and I found out that as a promotion for the newest Halo game, there was a live-action web-series. It's not completely unrelated to the chameleon (or at least the ability to camouflage which is normally affiliated with the chameleon) because in the fourth episode the Elites turn up (They turn invisible)! Trust me, I was terrified out of my wits, but I was too excited to notice. And then the hero came in, and then there were Jackels, needler guns, Hunters and IT WAS AWESOME!!
*Cough* *Cough*
Alright, I'm done with that now... If you want to check it out yourself, look up 'Halo 4: Forward Unto Dawn'.
So, I have a story about a chameleon. Ready?

Chameleon - Moselle
    Moselle knew how to make like a chameleon and camouflage. Sit in the corner with her head in a book. Although unusual, no-one seemed to notice her, or at least she didn't notice them. Her friend Leon camouflages in plain sight, standing out so much that he blends right in. Moselle doesn't understand how that worked but it did. But then, everyone eventually meets the ultimate chameleon...

"Goodfellow!" Moselle skidded to a halt in the kitchen and surveyed the room. She opened the cupboards and checked inside the pots.
"Goodfellow..." Moselle growled despite it sounding like there was water in her throat. No response.
"I need my book back." In the safety of her home, she didn't feel nervous enough to shutter.
Still no response. Moselle sighed and turned her attention to the pots. She pulled them out and rolled across the floor so that they would crash either into a wall or another pot.
"Come on! I just cleaned those!" A voice bounced around the room which made it impossible to tell where it came from. Frantic knocking at the side door in the kitchen caused Moselle to switch focus.
"Moss! Open up! That thief stole my phone!"
Moselle opened the door and Leon stepped in.
"Hi," he nodded to Moselle and surveyed the room, kicking a pot while he was at it.
"Really?!" The disembodied voice bounced again and Leon turned his attention to Moselle.
"Let me guess, he took your book?" He asked and Moselle nodded. No book meant no camouflage, which meant that people could see her and that makes her a nervous wreak. She picked up the land line phone and passed it to her friend, who picked up on the unspoken idea and punched in his number. A few moments later, a ring-tone started up in the ceiling.
"Crap!" The voice cursed and something was dropped. Leon jumped up onto the bench, moved a panel aside and in one fluid movement, pulled himself halfway through the opening.
"Gotcha!"
Moselle watched the struggle she couldn't see in slight amusement. Something hit the side with a dull thud and Leon grumbled. Little footsteps ran around the ceiling and faded the further away they ran.
"Good news!" Leon called out, "He dropped the book and phone!"
"G-great," Moselle managed to reply.
"Bad news. It's out of my reach."
Moselle sighed, grabbed a short broom and tapped Leon's dangling legs. He attempted to move, but there was another thud.
"More bad news. I'm a little bit stuck."

Moselle was sure that as she sighed bitterly, she could hear the crackling laugh of a certain little Brownie.

And's that it for now everyone! Thanks for reading (if you did) and have a wonderful day!

Beginnings

Hmm... I'm not going to lie, it seems that all my luck as changed into perfect timing but not pulling names out of a hat.

In the beginning... - Hyde
Hyde really didn't know how he ended up camping in 'The Nobodies', but he assumed that if he could pin-point when the trouble began he could work the rest out.

Was the beginning when Hyde had first displayed the ability to use magic? Was it when he lifted his friend, Jekyll, into the air with his mind to restrain the restless and emotional boy? He highly doubted that was the beginning of the trouble, but it was a beginning.

Or maybe when he first went to the school, a day he'd never forget. The line of children, all who showed potential to use magic and the looming door that opened to allow the next in line in. Hyde watched from his spot; kids walked in and came out with a proud look on his or her face with a wooden wand in hand. No wand, and you were never to be recognised as a mage. A girl came out, an angry glare set on her face and her hands empty. People with wands laughed at her, but ended up in a pile when the wind suddenly picked up and threw them all into a wall. That was the way it worked since the beginning, and the girl was next in line to be treated lower because she couldn't wield a wand. Jekyll came out with red eyes and avoiding looking at anyone. Hyde was about to comfort his friend, but a voice called for him beyond the door and he went in. That day was a beginning too.

Maybe the beginning of the trouble was five years later when an unknown power increased in 'The Nobodies'. It was defiantly the last peaceful moment that Hyde could recall. Out camping in a forest, he and his friends woke in the morning to find that the trees had left the forest. They went back to civilisation to discover that the trees were attacking mages that were connected to a wand. Although he knew it was wrong, Hyde was pleased and smug about it, along with a sense of relief that he and Jekyll were safe. Suddenly, those who were looked down upon were needed to protect those who were 'superior'. Hyde would have rather let them sort it out for themselves, but his friends were too morally conscious, so there he was in 'The Nobodies', trying to uncover what disturbed the status-quo. He knew that he might not be able to pin-point the original beginning, but Hyde felt that a new beginning was about to emerge from the land.

The beginning of a clash.

And that's todays story! Did you like it? Still not as good as Seasons-Scarlett in my mind, but better than the first one I wrote (which will never see daylight again). And I know someone is going to point out the names here so... Yes, the names are taken/inspired by Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. No, I have never read the story, I don't like to be scared. Yes, I know what the story is about.
Anyway, have a great day everyone!

Another story?

Hello again everyone. Today I watched my first full James Bond movie, not that it's anything special, my great-uncle was just surprised that I never sat through one before (although I could tell you how Bond likes his martini). Also today I sat in one spot for a very long time after I pulled out the prompts thinking 'How the heck am I going to this?'. To my surprise, better than I originally expected, although not as good as yesterday. Anyway, here's the story.

Sky - Dawn
    Dawn had a strange relationship with the sky. During the day under the blue, sometimes cloudy, sky she was her normal, angry and reckless self. When it was a red-orange in the evenings she was slightly more cautious, but after the last light had faded and the sky turned black, she changed. Withdrawn, headphones in her ears to ignore everything around her. She would stay inside and refuse to look out in the fear that she would see the auras that she felt pulse through the atmosphere. People said she was just over-reacting, but they didn't hear what she did. They didn't know why her headphones were blasting music at full volume. If they could only hear the ominous, repetitive chants that sent chills down Dawn's spine and felt the increase of black magic invading a world were it didn't belong. But they couldn't hear it or feel it, because only a witch could, and despite Dawn having rejected that part of her heritage, she was haunted by the feeling. Under the night sky the witches were most powerful, if Dawn could somehow push them into the daylight she might stand a chance of collecting one witches soul. But they covered their auras in the day, making it impossible to find them.

Dawn sighed as she walked along the street. Another day of achieving nothing. Even so, a part of her brain was screaming at her 'Look up! Something is there! Be wary!'. She passed it off as her brain over-reacting to doing nothing, but the idea still hung around like a pest.
"Hey Dawn," her friend called from a few steps behind.
"What?" Dawn turned her attention away from the ground.
"Don't you think that the sky is a bit more red today?"
Dawn blinked at  the question, then looked up. Now that her friend mentioned it, the sky was more red than usual. A more blood red. The voice screamed at her louder 'Behind! Behind!' but it was ignored. Dawn recognised the colour in the sky from a distant memory, one she'd prefer to not dig up.
"You're just over thinking again," she mumbled to both her friend and herself. A surge of power erupted from behind Dawn and she quickly turned to catch sight of an adult female, with a hat that pointed like cat ears, float to the ground with the grace of one. Dawn swore under her breath as she jumped back and grabbed onto her friend, who transformed into the familiar naginata that Dawn was used to handling. As she gripped onto the weapon for strength, she realised that she should have recognised the red sky for what it was. The woman caught sight of Dawn and an inhuman grin spread across her face.

The red sky was a sign for a disaster.

The red sky was her.

... ... Ok, so... OWEN! If you read this, and make fun of me, I will make next Supanova a huge ordeal for you!! I believe you know what a corset is right? I also believe you know what happened to a certain character from a certain show when it was introduced to him? And if that doesn't work, than I move onto Plan B.
Right, so everyone knows what I'm talking about; do you remember when I said that sometimes when I watch/play/read too much of something my dreams start to take that shape? Right, well after watching too much Soul Eater, Dawn popped up in my dreams. If you have the time, watch the first three episodes of Soul Eater. Go on, you won't regret it at all. Well, maybe if you get hooked and spend a day or two watching it you might regret it...
Anyway! Have a wonderful day everyone!!

Been a while!

 How is everyone going? Not many people come by here, so I haven't posted for a while, but I've been trying to get myself to write a story each day recently. I bought a notebook recently with a lined page and blank page, so I though it would be great to write stories in there and do a little drawing. Anyway, since I have no idea sometimes what to write, I ripped up paper, wrote a hundred names and several prompts (which I keep adding to) and draw the pieces out of individual bags. After a bad start to this process (not very proud of the story), I'm pleased that my second one was significantly better, and I thought I'd post it to show everyone (and prove that I'm still breathing). So, remember this story is mine (no stealing) and please try to enjoy it (but I'm not forcing you).

Seasons - Scarlett
   Scarlett never needed to know what the date was, just how many days had passed. But she was observant and  knew when the seasons changed, even in the unchanging landscape she was in.

The year always starts with Summer for Scarlett. It was marked with the arrival of a parcel that contained a new journal, letters from her parents and sister and an odd piece of gadgetry from her grandmother. She could also tell it was Summer from the intense heat that the sun's rays caused and the lack of male captains standing in it.

Autumn was when the supply helicopter arrived with food and medicine for the winter. It was also when Kibwe would disappear after the last meal of the day and arrive back at false dawn with smuggled bits of dried meat for the cadets to hide and survive on in the unforgiving winter.

Winter was marked when the male captains appeared fatter than normal. Scarlett was sure it was from eating more than their fair share of the rations and not from a thicker coat to deal with the cold. It was also marked by Maya's bleak attitude to everything and the stifled cries of buried memories that haunted Scarlett and Leann in the night.

When Leann started to sort through and organise her belongings, Scarlett knew that Spring had arrived. A new breeze swept through the landscape despite no actual change in it or in the world outside. Even so, Scarlett was slightly happy herself with the arrival of the season because it meant she had survived the long and harsh one before it.

But she never needed to know what the date was, what season or even the year. She just needed to know how many days had passed. She kept track of how many days had passed since she last reminded those who ranked higher than her that she was pissed off irritated at them. Last time she checked, it had been 4 days, but she felt that it was enough time for them to have recovered the sleep they lost.

And replace the wall to their sleeping quarters.

Well, hoped you all enjoyed it. Have a wonderful day!
P.S. I promise to catch up on everyone's blog sometime soon. But then again, I have no sense of time...

Hello! And some art

Hi everyone! I'm sure some of you noticed, but if you haven't I'm telling you anyway, that I have taken back some posts with my stories on them. Long story short, I got some fantastic feedback, and I'm trying my best to fix it. I always have a problem with perspective (which is why I really like drawing manga, 'cause I don't have to worry about that!) and no matter how many times I read through my stories and fix it, some slip through. The end result is that I get really embarrassed and ashamed (since I'm a bit of a perfectionist).

Anyway, last year, a friend did some amazing artwork for me (for those who want to see it Click here) and I have been stuck in a drawing rut for a bit. So I decided to use her character concept and change a few details and add colour.

To tell you the truth, besides stuck in a drawing rut, I really wanted to see if I could draw something other than a human. I am very proud of the girl's eyes and the gem on the beast's chest!

Looks silly doesn't it? Anyway, have a fantastic day everyone!

OVO

Hello everyone!

Let me tell you a little story...

When my birthday was coming up, I kept getting asked if I wanted a party (apparently it's a big deal to turn a certain age), but me being me I didn't want one. So on a trip to the library, I saw a flyer which had the words 'Cirque De Soleil in Brisbane July 14th - August 19th' printed on it. I arrived back home (with a bag full of books), waved the flyer around in my spare hand and proclaimed...

"I want to do this!"

And the rest was history. Honestly, I can't tell anyone how long I've wanted to see a performance by the troupe. Besides, if the world is going to end this year, then I at least want that crossed off my list! So Mum, Dad, Trin, my friends Mitch, Owen, Briarna and I drove down to Brisbane (well, Owen didn't since he was already there) and saw the performance 'OVO'. It was amazing! The acts were fantastic, and I loved the music too! Although at one point I was worried about Mum since anything related to heights she starts to get queasy and I was afraid she might vomit over the woman in front. But she went well. We didn't arrive back home until half past midnight.

From left to right: Me, Briarna, Mitch, Owen and Trin
On the cardboard in the back: The Foreigner, the Ladybug and Master Flipo

And now we arrive to today. Trin was still recovering and Dad was foolish enough to ignore the warning she glu-tacked to her door saying 'Let me sleep' (even though it's a school day). However she won the battle and is at home for the day 'recovering'. As for me, I'll be drawing and writing (maybe playing a game or two) since it seems I have the day off work.

So have a wonderful day everyone and if you ever get the chance to see any Cirque De Soleil performance, take the opportunity! 

Late Black Friday

Hi guys! How's everyone been? It's been a while hasn't it?
Baby's born on Black Friday are lucky for the rest of their life, or so the superstition says. 13 was a bad enough number already. I feel bad for it, it's like the number 4 which I also feel bad for... So last week we got news that friends had a child on the lucky (or unlucky) day, and everyone in our house was thrilled for the new arrival.
By coincidence, the 13th of July is also the day that Patrick Stewart and Harrison Ford are born, but I don't know if they're on a Black Friday or not. I could look it up, but I'm pretty lazy today and I can't be bothered to go fishing for info.

And to show that I have been doing something, here's a picture for everyone!

Ah, the werewolf and the vampire. Or as Mum said, the 'Hubba hubbas'!
...
She did the hands.

I also have a Black Friday comic, but I need to neaten it up before I post it! Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Hello again and sorry (again)

Hehe... Opps... I get caught up in everything around me that I don't have enough time for it all! Is that a bad thing? At least I'm never bored in that sense.
Anyway, sorry that I haven't been on or posted in a while. I plan to catch up with everything (or mostly everything). The faces for days 24-26 are recent creations. Actually, I felt inspired to do something I had never done before. Fan art. So, here they are. Done in my little sketch book and then inked, but I left the original lines in because I wanted to see how I did them in the first place. Anyway, the thing that I felt very inspired by was Final Fantasy XII, which I have gotten back into playing since I vacuumed out the Playstation 2.
Hmm... Speaking of inspiration... I've been having a lot of Beyblade dreams recently... I might need to watch a few episodes. Anyway! On with the faces!

Day 24

Normal hume. I still need to work on the feet... I liked her outfit, although I kept changing it while I was drawing.

Face close up, since this is 29 faces.

Day 25

A Viera. As you can see, she is lacking shoes and toes. And a hand but let's not get into that! She was difficult to draw because I wanted her to look more mature. She also ended up being a lot taller than I thought so her ears are cut off.

Day 26

And one of my favourite pictures, mostly because it isn't mostly human and it's so CUTE! Look at that face! *Ahem* Sorry about that. Anyway, this little guy is a Moogle. 

Day 24-26: Completed. I'm sorry I'm so behind, keep an eye out though. I hope to pump through them! And I also promise that I'll do a vampire. Actually, Mum said something about Vampires and MagicCrowLove, and made me promise to do one. So I will! Anyway, have a wonderful day everyone!

Oh, a little bonus (or hinderance. Whatever you feel fits), this is what they look like in my book.

Space for another character too!

Day 16: Caught up now!

Ok! The last post for today, and I'll be up to date!
Right, so on Mother's day, I had a really wonderful dream. Lots of action, lots of adventure, several alternate realities and an infinite amount of mystery!! I'm telling you, it was AMAZING!! Of course, it has now been added to the list of stories I'll work on. Anyway, back on track... Today's face was the character that I briefly shadowed to get a better understanding of the story. So, here she is!

Her working name is Ice-cream girl, since I forgot to ask what it was...

Day 16: Mission completed! I really need to learn another language so my brain doesn't feel... Dull. Anyway, have a nice day everyone!

Day 10-13: A Beast, and Calmness?

Ok, I'm sorry it's late, and also...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY to all mothers, grandmothers and great-grandmothers! We took Mum on a picnic, but if you want to know the details, you'll probably see them on Mum's blog. I'll tell you, there was a lot of screaming, and we weren't even at the place yet!!

Day 10:

He's a sketch in my notebook. I was attempting to mix beasts and human parts together. For a first attempt, I though it was pretty good. You should see his feet/shoes.

Day 11-13:

From the front to back: Meet Torrie, Asher and Yuuta. They come from a chaotic story, so this is a picture from before the madness begins.

Days 10-13: Completed, and sorry they're so late! Have a wonderful day everyone!

Day 9: A Quick Pic and Post

Hello everyone! Just a quick post, because Mum wants me to turn the computer off! So, here is the person she pulled out of the hat. His name is Cajun, and he's got stripes in his hair... But I forgot to put them in, so I'll have to do that tomorrow.

If you want to know what he is pointing at, it's is breakfast. Burnt toast that has been cruelly tortured. In other words, Cinnamon (February 29 faces) cooked it. 

Day 9: Complete, now have a wonderful day everyone!!

Day 5, Heroes and a guilt trip

Mum was doing that Heroes thing on The Butterfly Effect, and she's been bugging me to enter it for a while now, but I didn't feel any inspiration. Mum suggested that I draw Naruto (and she kept suggesting it too. Every 10 minutes. I don't think she realised I liked other characters and other shows too), but there is an issue there as I don't draw fan art (I have no talent for it). The second issue that emerged was among the charcters and my own characters too: I don't really classify any of them as a 'hero' of any sort, not even if they do save a world or twelve, or wear the spandex costume, or anything related to heroes. All I see are people/aliens (I'm not discriminating) who make a decision and be moral, whichever way their morality goes. Yes, that applies to Villains as well. Anyway, Mum guilted me into doing it in the end, so here my face for the day and for her thingy too.

Hotaru returns again! I actually just started drawing a pose and then she popped up as the person to fit it.

The Questions...

1. What Super Power would you posses?

I would posses the ability to create and breath life into the worlds in my head and travel to them whenever I feel like it. Apparently that wish scared many of my former classmates 

2. What's your costume of choice?

Runners, long pants and a sleeved shirt with a jacket incase I'm somewhere cold and a bag for neat things that I like (the bag will need to be enchanted to house a lot of stuff then...). Probably with the colours green, blue and black. I'd melt into the background dressed like that!

3. Do you have/want a sidekick? 

Na, not really. I'd want my friends and family, but I wouldn't treat them (or address them) as a sidekick. Genre Savvyness because sidekicks are doomed and I really don't want that to happen

4. What's your weakness?

... Moody, stubborn, scared of Weeping Angels, Darleks, Cypermen and the things that might be in the dark (but not the dark itself)

5. You a lover or a loner?

Loner really.

6. Do you have a secret identity/ordinary life to juggle?

Ordinary life is fine, it's the travelling to the worlds I create that will cause the trouble ~ I'll get recognised there easily, so I'll need a disguise (maybe I should add a wig to the costume)

7. Being a hero can make you enemies - who's/what's yours?

Bullies, but I'll just throw them into one of my worlds and see how they cope.

8. What's your motto or catchphrase?

'Anyway' is common from me and 'No prop'. But when I pop into one of the worlds, I might say something like "Yo guys! How are you all today? Now you know the drill, tell me what's going on or I'll make something happen."

...

I'm not that mean. Maybe...

Day 5: Finito! Voila is next I promise. Have a nice day everyone!

Day 2!

Hello again! Time for the second face for the 29 faces challenge! You probably won't believe me, but in February, the first name Dad drew out was Phoenix, the first name he drew out for May was Isabelle - Phoenix's older twin sister. I just found it really funny. She was also done using pencils and coloured pens (for the hair and ribbon)

Unlike her sister, Isabelle does not go well in a fight, since she did not grow up on the seas. She is quick though and has excellent memory.

Day 2: Done! Thanks for coming by and have a nice day everyone.

An old English story...

While in grade 11, we started to look at poetry for some reason. I'm pretty sure I've said this before, but I've never really been interested in poetry. Mostly because I could never understand it. Where was I? Oh right. So we were doing poetry, and the English teachers thought it would be great if they could somehow test that we could interpret poems. Thus we were giving a writing assignment.
We needed to pick a poem from our book, and write a short story on it. The hardest thing was finding a poem in the first place for many people. Lucky for me, I write lots of stories and always have three at the ready for a moments notice. So all I had to do, was find a poem that matched the story (in my view). Now I love mythology, so it's no surprise that many of my stories take on qualities from those stories. So flicking through the book, my eyes land on a familiar name. No, not a poet/author, but a character. Andromeda from Greek mythology to be exact. Reading trough the poem a few times, every time going "This is perfect! I can use this!" until I decided enough of the reading and more editing.
Now, my teacher was the English teacher that doesn't like me (so I don't like her), so anything that I write will automatically get graded lower. To prevent this, I showed my story to another teacher. The head of Senior English in fact. Everyone loves this teacher, her enthusiasm about the subject infects others and she's chatty outside the subject too. Anyway, this teacher once said to show her my work because she loved reading them. And I showed her the poetry/short story assignment. The next day I get it back in the morning - It had a smiley face at the bottom of the page and ticks on every paragraph (It was the final version of the story so all editing had been done).
The next term, the teacher I don't like handed me the assignment back. The page had the teacher's remark on how childish it was and some other criticism, but had an 'A' on it. I think I only got that 'A' because I showed it to the other teacher.
Thus my habit for paying out poetry started, but that's not what this post is about (although I have rambled on for long enough... Sorry)

Anyway, the monster in this story I found in a monster book (which was constantly borrowed out under my name), so the info for it I got out of the book.
Here's the poem:

Andromeda

She was the first pin-up.
Naked and bejewelled,
she was chained to a rock,
then thrown by heavy-breathing
winds into wild postures:
at each new angle, lightning
popped like a photographer’s flash.
The gold circling her neck
matched her hair, the emeralds
her eyes, the rubies her nipples,
and the amethysts those bruises
covering her skin, once pearl-white
as for all princesses.
In lulls of wind, she pulled
against iron, stood almost straight.
The sky was a mouth swallowing her,
the sun a glimmering eye;
lolling in the tide, a sea-dragon
slithered and gargled like
some vast collective slob.
From afar, Perseus saw her first
as a creature writhing on a rock;
close up, she was a whirlpool
of rage and terror and shame.
The dragon he changed to stone
with hardly a thought. But
his strength almost failed him
in breaking those chains.
Looking away from her nakedness,
he smooths her ankles, wrists.
She waits for the moment
when he will meet her eyes.

Note that the teachers said how we interpret the poems, that means what we individually feel about it... Right? So anyway, enjoy the story (and I'm sorry for the ramble above)

The two poked their heads out from behind the pillar and wall that they were hiding behind. The creature gave a stifled yawn and turned its attention to the treasure behind it at the back of the room. Leon slipped over to Moselle as some of the treasure was sent flying around the room, hitting the walls and leaving dents behind.

“Right, what’s this one then?” He asked and peered over Moselle’s shoulder as she flipped through her book. All her nervous energy evaporated as she scanned through the book and matched an old, carefully hand-drawn picture to the creature in front of them.

“A ‘Vouivre’,” she said and continued to read the passage that accompanied the image, “All are females and can only see by the gem that sits between their blind eyes. They guard large amounts of treasure and lurk in ruined castles, monasteries or mountain caves.”

Leon nodded and peeked at the creature again, “Anything else?”

“They only attack people that wear clothes, so the best defence and offence is to be naked, then she’ll make a run for it,” Moselle concluded and shut the book firmly and wrapped the cords securely around it. Then she realised what she said and a very visible shade of red crossed her cheeks and Leon’s well.

“N-naked?” He asked uncertain and somewhat nervous.

“T-that’s what… I-it said…” Moselle mumbled and curled up into a tighter ball than before, as she hugged the book closer to her chest and hid her brightly flushed face in her knees. The two stayed silent as the clanging of thrown treasure continued in the next room.

“I t-think you should d-do it,” Moselle stammered out and choked on her words as Leon gave her a dirty look back, she realised what she had said and her eyes widened as she tried to explain, but her voice decided to take a break from working.

“W-why?!” He partly demanded, and shot up from his squatting position, taking care to not appear from out of the wall. Moselle shivered slightly and tried to keep her nerves in check as she gripped onto the book harder for the confidence it gave her.

“Well… For one reason… You’re a boy, Vouivre are girls, and I think a naked boy would freak anyone out…” She reasoned. Leon calmed back down, but remained standing.

“I think a naked girl would freak out anyone has well,” he reasoned back, turned red again and sat back down, “There has to be a better way then to strip off…”
He pondered for a moment and his eyes became hazy and unfocused as he tried to think of something, and smiled as his eyes lit up. He turned to Moselle.

“Hey, listen, keep watch here, ok? I’ll be back in a sec,” he said before he slipped off around the corner at a startling speed. Moselle calmed down as Leon left and uncurled herself, her recognisable blush instantly dieing down. She breathed out and gazed around the wall to the Vouivre, who had decided to sit up on the very top of the tower of numerous different treasures. 

A little while later, the sound of footsteps got Moselle out of her trance of sketching the creature and she turned and looked up to face Leon, in what appeared to be nothing. Her face instantly flared back up into the colour red from before and she quickly pulled up the book to block her vision.

“I-I-I-” she tried to form a sentence, but she kept forgetting what she was meant to say, since the situation had just transferred to her brain, and there were many responses that bounced back.

“I-I-I d-didn’t me-mean for y-y-you t-to…” Moselle tried to convey her embarrassment across to Leon. She felt him kneel in front to her and try to pry the book away from her. After a slight struggle, he succeeded in doing that; only to have Moselle clamp her hands across her eyes.

“Haha, come on Moss, it’s not what it looks like,” he laughed and rubbed his arm against her skin. ‘It’s covered in fabric…’ Moselle realised and reluctantly opened a small gap in her hands so she could get a better look. Sure enough, Leon was wearing a skin colour fabric tightly around his body. The shadows fitted the correct areas and whatever body muscle Leon had showed through the fabric. ­Moselle didn’t dare to look lower until one thing was cleared up.

“You are wearing u-undies, r-right?”

“Ah, the big question in life… Is the boy in the nude suit wearing undies, and to answer your question, yes I am wearing undies.”

Moselle lowered her hands and gave a small annoyed sigh while crossing her arms.

“Tell me next time you do a stupid stunt like this!”

“Alright, alright, calm down, I promise I’ll try,” Leon attempted to calm her down, but she flared up again and made a face between a pout and an angry look. Leon gave up and gazed to the creature behind Moselle. He stood up and motioned Moselle to stay hidden. As he moved forward, she quickly grabbed his hand, forcing Leon to look down at her as she mouthed ‘She has a ruby in her forehead’ and let go of his hand.

He smiled and nodded, “Maybe she’s short-sighted.” 

Leon made his way to the entrance of the room and picked up a piece of treasure next to him. He threw it into the air, caught it, looked at in all its wonder and splendour, and then hurtled it at the head of the creature with a grunt. It hit right in between the eyes, but missed the red gemstone etched in its forehead. The Vouirve gave a startled cry and reared its head at him. Its eyes took a moment to adjust to Leon and upon realising what he looked like, yelped in surprise and moved hastily over to the window, which it slithered out of. Leon ran over to the window and looked down below to see nothing but the bottom of the tall mountain they had climbed up to get to the monastery. He sighed and hauled himself away from the window to face Moselle.

“Nude suit works then,” he stated and Moselle nodded as she wrote down on a piece of paper and slid it into the page.

“And appears to need glasses,” she added on sarcastically and smiled confidently at Leon. He rubbed the back of his neck and grinned sheepishly.

“Hey, um… Moss, mind doing me a favour?” He laughed nervously.

“What?” Moselle asked politely.

“Um… There is a lot of sweat in here, can you get my clothes from around the corner?” He pointed back to where they originally were. Moselle turned her head around to see and faced back to him. She left without a word and when she was around the corner, Leon quickly unzipped the suit and pulled it down to about his waist. He waved his wands in a fanning motion to cool himself down and turned to face out the window. He forgot where he was until a startled yelp came from behind him. He turned around to see Moselle hiding her face in his clothes and he slightly blushed.

“I’m going to need those,” he commented and walked over to her. When he halted a metre in front, she gave a low bow and brought out the clothes from underneath. Leon had just grabbed onto the clothes when Moselle withdrew her hands and ran away back around the corner, tripping several times while she was at it.

“Thank-you!” He called out; sure that she was probably hiding in the book again. He sighed and focused on getting out of the suit, while keeping an eye out for the Vouirve, or else he might actually be nude if it decided to come back up. 

That's it! What do you all think of it? Thanks for reading, and have a nice day everyone!

Opps... And Hi

Hiya everyone!
You know what I've been delaying? The 29th face... And I know it isn't that much of an excuse, but I've just been busy. On the plus side, now that it's holidays and that I won't have much work, I'll be doing more drawing and writing (hopefully).
Anyway... How is everyone? Happy Easter (or its equivalent)! Hope you're all going really well.
Ok then, have a nice day!

Day 27: Almost at the end...

Hello! I haven't been on lately, and now I feel really bad. I've been meaning to go around and catch up on other people's blogs... But I just haven't had the time too. So I apologise for that, eventually, I will get around to visiting everyone who commented, and the close-to-60-something participates in the 29 faces challenge.
Anyway... Mum pulled the name out of the hat, so here is Saffron! She comes from the same world as Pari-Pari and Cinnamon.

She looks a bit more like a cat doesn't she? Sorta figures, she is the lead researcher in the story she's involved in. So Saffy's naturally curious, not so much about robots, but everything else.

Day 27: Completed! I'm a little behind, but give me time! Anyway, have a nice day everyone!

Day 26!

Ok, so here's the last face of the picture! And no, sorry, no blue air this time! But it does start with 'B'.

His name is Hayaki, and he always seems to have this annoyed look on his face when anyone talks to him.

So now that that's done... I'm going to need another face to draw... OH! Want to see the full picture?

Since they all act more like a family, it seemed fitting to draw them in casual clothes. Probably helps when the two on the right are actually related.

Pastels were annoying to work with on the cardboard. Next time I use them it'll be on plain paper or something. Anyway, Day 26: Finito! Have a wonderful day everyone!

Day 25: Up to date.

The next face of the team belongs to Hotaru.

Hmm.. Another blondie. Anyone want to take a guess as to the next persons hair colour?

Day 25: Done, now there's only one face left of this picture... I'll probably wait 'til midnight our time to post it. What? It's the weekend, I can stay up late and sleep-in for those two days! Anyway, have a nice day everyone!

Day 24: Next on the list...

Meet the leader of Squad Chika. Anyone want to guess her name?

How old does she look in this picture? I tried to make her look older, but she always seems to have a young face. I'm sure it from spending so much time soaking in springs...

Day 24: Completed. You know, I really liked this challenge. It's hard to believe that it's almost over...

Day 23: Part of a team

Ok, so I drew out a name, 'Squad Chika'. So, the next four faces are part of a full picture! So each part was coloured by a mixture of pastels and pencils (because I couldn't get the right skin colour I wanted with the pastels)

This guy's name in Minoru. The zipper can be detached and used as a shuriken (explaining it's shape)

Day 23: Completed! Think you can stick around for the next few faces?

Day 21!

Righto! Let's do this! Here's Moselle, the 'lead character' from the story Leon is in.

She is fiercly protective of that book. Actually, she's like that with any book. Try to take it off her and she will keep it in her grasp. And even when it's not in her grasp it has to be next to her or in her sight.

Day 21: Done. That means I'm up to date now! Hm... I just realised Lent is coming up... Wonder what I should give up... Anime and manga is out of the question, so maybe chocolate (Yeah, I know it's not original, but I can live without chocolate for a little while. And there is a manga coming out in March that I've been eyeing, so I must have it when it is released!)

Oh right, have a wonderful day everyone!