It's interesting. How all the sudden everything was coming to place. Everything was great again and fear all the sudden had left my soul. It was like all the sudden I wasn't afraid of anything and tranquility had come back knocking on my door. It's funny what the memory of one single person can do to your reality. How it can change everything in an instants. Yet how it all can come crumbling down just as fast with a little reminder of the real world. All it took to take all that happiness and all that brightness away from me was a simple reminder of our social status and how this person could solve it. Then, just like that, it all faded away. Happiness became a cloud of darkness and not even the powerful will of the fire tiger was able to bring that back. With all the mental control which had helped the son manipulate the world in the past; he was not able to bring happiness back.
The eyes opened and darkness sits in. The sounds of birds and other creatures filled my head with a doze of reality. The sunshine had been live for a while and as always happiness was not there to greet me. It was the plain dreadful reality I've been living in for seven years since the one that made everything great was taken away from me- And I was left with people all around me but still alone.
OK guys I wasn't expecting this but I have to quit the vine for a while. School started and already the teacher is getting under my skin.. Wait that sounds wrong.. The teacher is giving us homework already.. that's better.. If this keeps up It's going to be a very busy semester @__@
So I wont be able to participate in RPGs since I'll probably be lost all the time and with too much stuff in my mind to even remember about the RPGs.
I should be back on RPGing in 3 months. Hopefully. I will try to be around (If I get some free time) but I will not be active in RPG I think the accounts I am active on right now are only G'bandit and ~Marauder~ soooo scratch those two out thank you :)
I apologize but my education is important otherwise I'll be as smart as this guy
I wrote this as a filler for Closure vs G'bandit but the post was too long so I decided to share it in a blog :D
Sipping on a martini while he watches CNN the owner of Allen companies celebrates for his latest accomplishment. The media is reporting on a new threat to the American naval system.
A new 'smart missile' threatens to tip the balance of power towards China, US military analysts say. The latest generation of the Dong Feng 21D (DF-21D) is a super carrier killer according to experts on China's armaments. The missile can be launched from land and strike an aircraft carrier 900 miles away. China has 11,200 miles of coastline. That fact coupled with the range and accuracy of the new missile could spell doom for any US or allied carrier fleets. Patrick Cronin, a senior director of the Asia-Pacific Security Program that is part of the Washington, DC Center for a New American Security organization admits the DF 21D is designed to kill carriers—specifically US Naval carriers. “The Navy has long had to fear carrier—killing capabilities. The emerging Chinese anti-ship missile capability, and in particular the DF 21D, represents the first post—Cold War capability that is both potentially capable of stopping our naval power projection and deliberately designed for that purp--
Elian turn off the TV and smiling he once again sips on his drink.
A sequential clapping suddenly echoes in the room while Elian sits in his couch.
“Bravo, Elian!” Exclaimed the familiar voice of Band Lone in the background as he keeps clapping.
“Oh boy here we go… Is it really that obvious?” Asked Elian to his once clone Band Lone.
“ Question Elian: Whatever happen to “I must protect the people” and all that crap you said when you created the Phoenix Chronicles?" Inquired Band Lone, he then added "Or is this the way you want to protect the people? By selling targeting naval missiles to the Chinese?”
Sighing as he thought [What a party pooper] Elian replies “Look, they gave my father a good price in our China branch and I like a good businessman accepted. End of story.”
But Band is smarter than that. “Yeah, right. That was no business deal, Elian. I know you better than you know yourself! You wont risk your company’s image by selling to the Chinese. I bet your name wont come out in the files and they’ll give the credit to some Chinese scientist or something. How much did the Chinese paid?”
“Jeez, Band. They paid enough, all right? Now stop acting like you’re surprised. I’m a backstabber and that’s what I do best! Ask the Hellhouse and all the people I associated with in the past. They all got stabbed by me, so, what makes the American military so special? I’m still a patriot in their eyes.. Now shut up and make yourself useful-- Go get me a hot-pocket!” Elian grabbed a pillow and tossed it at Band but this one uses his reflexes and ducks before the pillow could hit him. The pillow keeps going and knocks down a priceless jar. “Oh- no!! I stole that from the jade palace! Band you d!ck!”
Have you ever acknowledge your opponent's ability above your own?
Like for example:
When Itachi and Kizame were after Naruto they acknowledge the fact that Jiraiya (Naruto's master and guardian) was just too powerful. Kizame said he knew Itachi might be able to go a few round with Jiraiya. But in the case of him facing Jiraiya- Jiraiya would surely kill him
Itachi also acknowledge that if he himself and Jiraiya ever fought the match would be a no man contest. Both would end up killing each other. In fact he even said that if more people would join the fight against Jiraiya it would make no difference. Jiraiya was so strong the outcome would still be the same.
So have you ever been the bigger man and admitted your opponent's abilities to be equal or superior?
Another restless night. This is quickly becoming a pain in the king of merc's neck. Everyday he feels more restless and less like his ever optimistic self. Sitting up and dragging his lower body over the edge of his bed his Left foot goes into flip flop. The other foot fallows and the mercenary stands to his feet somewhat unbalanced which urges him to seek support from the nearby wall. "What's happening to me?" He wonders in silence as his brow quickly becomes sweaty. Early signs of panic although his pride wont let him express it.
Like a child in walking training the merc was reduced to walking holding on to the wall as his mind was unease by his current state. The merc opens the door and prides up his will making his greatest effort to avoid his comrades from seen the king of mercenaries struggle with illness. Straightening his back seeking balance the merc began walking towards the nearest bathroom. He walks in and locks the door. "Ughhh, what the hell is going on?" He ask himself as he reaches the sink and looks at himself on the reflection of the mirror before him. The complexion of Band Lone, the man within the suit of the greatest merc in existence was one of a man closer to dead than live.
His eyes were blood red, his skin was as pale as a ghost, his hair was becoming grey and his facial expression were becoming a bother in his eyes.
He hears a cold voice in the back of his head "You're dying Band Lone."
Band notice on the mirror's reflection a hideous creature stalked the ill man. Band quickly reacted and turned around but the creature was not there. “I need too-” In desperation the merc sprints toward the exit of the bathroom and heads toward his room which he quickly locks after entering. Band then grabbed his phone and made a call. “Hey Band, long time no see. What’s up?”
“I need to-- I need…. Your.. Help, Rain.”
“Who shit in your cornflakes? Its 6 am in the morning and I was up all night, I want to go to sleep.”
“Listen to me, I’m dying! There’s something wrong with me!”
“Uh, duh, whenever that happens you should use your reboot ability, hello!”
Rain! Enough with the witty bullshit! Come and get me!”
Band then tossed the phone across the room destroying it as it collided against the solid wall.
The merc then grabbed his uniform and since he believes there’s a super-natural being causing him this disturbance. He brought with him his mystical katanas, able to slice even through magic and the obscured.
Bandit then exit’s the room and grabbed his grappling hook. In middle of the mansion he shot towards the ceiling. Hooked dipped into the ceiling the gun then proceeds to rear him upwards. Confident in his phasing ability Band then proceeds to phase through the ceiling but this proves difficult. For the first time Band feels pain as he phased. It was like been cut to shreds by tiny razors. He was so damage that he couldn’t even stand afterward. His swords and most material solids never even made it through the ceiling. The merc tries to stand up but the experience was too tragic and had damaged him to a great level which caused his body to shutdown.
Eyes opened just to welcome darkness. The marched been placed in a recovery chamber which is suppose to accelerate the healing process.
Outside of te chamber Rain and Elian are discussing the merc’s condition.
Band is not even suppose to be alive to begin with. He was a blood clone. Nothing but a substitution I used in the past to geaway from trouble. He was not meant to last. However, Talus actually manage to generically alter the body’s endurance to a few more years in order to hunt me down.”
“So, what’s going to happen to him?”
“Same thing that happen to any product with an expiration date. After it reaches that date it begins to rot.”
“But, I thought his reboot was general, I even thought he was immortal as longs he was able to reboot.”
“Yeah, I thought so too once- still I died.. Well, I was only gone for 15 minutes, but still, I died and I had the same ability. Hes going to die Rain. I give him a week if not less.”
Suddenly from the chamber a unease Band phased through to the outside. His appearance was disturbing. His hair was falling and his body was terribly scarred. “Heighten senses .. Are.. A bitch.” He said referring to the fact that he heard everything Elian had said. “Oops, sorry about that mate.” Said Elian.
Band then grabbed his utility belt and left the room. “I need to be alone.”
Rooftop Silver land :
The words of Elian had gone deep into the thick skull of the Bandit. He could feel his body deteriorating, almost like if thousands of beetles were eating his flesh. “It burns…So much!” He grinned in pain as he hugged himself tight. Having no more tolerance over the pain Band tries to reboot his body to try and heal himself but it ends up in a terrible sight of his skin just cracking and gushing blood. Crying in intolerable pain Band reached for his holster and pressed the tip of the gun against his temple. Building up courage the merc then closes his eyes and right when hes about to squeeze the trigger a flashing light interrupts the ceremony. Band’s hand was blown off by a laser beam. The merc in pain he drops to his knees as he growls and cries in pain as the blood gushes from his lost hand.
“Here I thought you were unbeatable.” An omnipresent voice said “I guess I was wrong, Mr. Allen.” It added.
Holding in the pain Band looks around him and at the other end of the building was a shady figure looking towards the empire state building. “You got the wrong guy, Mister, I’m not Mr. Allen. Im Solo.”
“Oh, you are not? Um it’s weird cause you hold his exact DNA track mister, Solo, was it?”
“Are you a doctor? Do you work for Elian?”
“Me? Work? Not likely, doctor? Um, you could say that. You see I am a perfectionist Mr. Allen- Pardon me, Mr. Solo. I’m a perfectionist and I so hate imperfection.”
“Well, Mr. Creepy dark-man if you’re looking for imperfection you hit the jackpot with me. I got a week to live and I’m a mess as you can see. Are you going to kill me? Because the way I am right now I’d welcome it.” The man apraches Band but instead of coming straight to him he just pass by him. “Not really, you see I hate imperfection and r\this world is just purely imperfect. However, you my friend are an equalizer. Just like your little group, Wolf Pack? Was it? You take matters into your own hands even above what people call “Order” and I like that.”
“So give me a medal; Maybe I can wear it for my funeral. Come visit my grave it’ll be probably be in an American shit-hole next to Hitler’s since everyone hates me so much. Now, leave me alone before I gut you.”
“There will be no shit-hole grave for you Band Lone. Not right now at least. There is so much that still needs to be done”
In a mist of darkness the man suddenly vanishes and surrounds Band Lone. The hand of the man then touches Band Lone’s chest and almost like if Band was been reconstruct piece by piece his body started transforming from ill back to healthy as the man addressed the screaming Bandit:
“I cannot restore your powers, Mr. Solo. I hate imperfection. However, I can restore your body to perfect health and give you the humanity you’ve never had before. In exchange I ask of you one thing. Fallow your guts Band Lone. Do what you feel is right. That will take you through the path which will eventually explain why I have saved you tonight.”
The hand of the man retreats from Band Lone’s body leaving the mercenary laying face down hyperventilating on the ground. “You’ll be all right. Just have some rest.” Which those words the m,an suddenly disappeared into the nothingness.
Band trying to stand to his feet he looks over to where a second and very familiar voice came from. Elian was laying on his back at the very edge of the building. “You were here the whole time?” Inquired Band Lone. “Aye, I was disappointed to be honest . I was looking forward on burying you next to Mark1212. But I guess that wont happen. Oh well.”
“Not important, now lets go get some barely legal girls at some bar.”
“Not my cup of tea Elian. I’ve had a long night, and I still feel woozy from whatever he did to me. Im going to sleep.”
This is before my invasion on L.O.V.E's Flight test RPG:
Within the thick walls of the Phoenix manor the double dragons Elian and Band Lone discussed the future of the mantel of the mercenary of greatness. Not once, but twice has the mantel falling in the wrong hands in order to spread panic across the land. First the now dead Femme Bandit and fallowing her steps a young fool who thought could handle the responsibility of been a lethal tool of assassination.
After going through the concern it was decided by Elian Allen that the best way to keep G’bandit from becoming a title of fear was to spread a message across the land to those who dare wear the colors of the mercenary for their own benefit. Band Lone had retired from the black and crimson armor, however, Elian gave him no choice but to return to the mantel of the king of mercs. For in Elian’s eyes only Band has ever surpass the hype of the original Bandit and has made a legend far greater that Elian ever could dream of. Time Square:
Like it has been accustomed the Red Brotherhood [ Band’s team] had reached once again the big apple after capturing one of the posing fools that dare to call himself G’bandit just because he wore a cheap leather uniform that resemblance his own.
The mega screens in time square once again as it had before about a year ago they turned crimson red and the modified American flag appeared across the screen and into the nation’s eyes. The message was simple. The Red Brotherhood was back in business and anyone whop dare mock its leader’s image or defy its authority would be eliminated. In order to make the message a memorable one the blood of one of the copy cat G’bandits was spilled right before the eyes of thousands. “I hope the message went through.” Said the mercenary just before the screen turn black and the a room above it exploded. Panic spread through time square as the mercenary made his escape silently disguising himself as a tourist. Back at the Phoenix Manor
Elian sitting on a couch holding a martini on his right hand while watching the local news report of the event that occurred. Through the door enters the Red Brotherhood, butr Band signals P. Rain and Albany to stay behind. The door closes and Band alone he confronts the billionaire playboy Allen. “That was quite a show you put out there.. For a Pacifist.” Said Elian after taking sip of his cup.
Band after a mild sigh he removes the Bandit mask as he replies. “I’m back in this because of you so don’t push it. It be over when you realize there is nothing we can do. People have taken the Bandit mantel before and forever they will regardless. Bandit has become a symbol of terror-”
“And why is that Band?” Asked Elian. Band seems to urge to reply but Elian continues interrupting the king of mercs: “G’bandit operated in secrecy, It was a stealth art, not an amusement. The reason why I had less glory than you did is because I kept my business to myself and did things quietly. I did not see this like a play ground like you, all I wanted was to end it not make G’bandit a world wide icon of rebellion.”
Bandf turns around walking towards the door but then he stops. “You don’t understand a damn nthing of what I’ve been through Elian.. I guess if anything went wrong you could always go cry on a pile of money . If anything went wring I got punished.. Only way I manage to survive was to see my job as a video game.. That kept me alive emotionally and spiritually without getting the urges to blow my brains out.”
He continued: “If there is nothing for me then I’ll be with my crew.” Band notice Elian was watching Band’s moves through the screen reflection and to ensure Elian of Band’s awareness the current G’bandit bowed looking straight to the screen “Later, your highness.”
Elian realizing Band was as sharp as ever he found no words, but a mild chuckled came from his reverence to the mercenary. Band finally made it out the door before the words of Elian reached his ears “There is something..”
Rolling his eyes as her thought he would get a chance to reast Band turns around and awaited Elian’s orders.
“R.O.R was contact seeking aid from a new client. Is a small job but I figure you can have some fun with it. I reckon your team, is been updated ion the details as we speak, go to them.” ‘
Band turning towards the exit he sighed, “You’re a real slave driver, you know that?”
“I do now.” Chuckled Elian while Band put on his G’bandit mask and exit the room once again.
Well, I've been away for a while so I wanted to see how my writing was so I wrote this. I believe my writing is still pretty sexy after writing this :D
You be the judge :D
It is revealed who girly GB is :D
BTW this is canon in my story and it includes Band LOne and all those dudes. Is all part of it :D
After the harvest of the defeated femme mercenary; this one was brought to the tenth Underworld, the home of the war goddess Dania. The body was carried on the shoulders by hooded monks through the hallway of the dark crystal palace. The monks placed what was left of the body gently on the black marble floors. Several monks then retired but one remained before a magenta tented throne. The monk raised his arms as he prepared to speak to the goddess of war. “My lady, Dania. As you had requested we have brought back the remains of your loyal minion: Jane Smart from the gate.”
The monk patiently awaits as the rest of the hooded monks bowing their heads they retire walking backwards out of respect to the mistress of power. Chains could be heard been dragged inside the magenta tent just where the throne was originally located. The wind howls in the foreground which makes the flames of the candles that surround the palace to dance and ember.
The chains were once again been dragged as they tents were opened by the shackled hand of the mistress. The monk couldn’t resist but to witness the impacting view of his mistress’s current condition. A goddess as powerful as Dania humiliated by the supreme court of heaven. The shackles were made of divine silver, stronger than the strongest of worldly solid elements. On the shackles’ surface Angelic symbols were hard to miss for they illuminated with burning light whenever the goddess even thought about vengeance against heaven’s law. The mistress been a powerful psychic is able to read the mind of her minion who doubted the power of the mistress. “Only one reason why you still even breathe, monk. That’s because you have work as my pet for so long and I would be incredibly frustrating to redo all my conversations over the Millennia with a new server..” The monk drops to his knees in a hearth beat as he realize she had read his doubting mind. “Forgive me milady. I have spend too much time in the human world I fear I might have grown a very human sense of insecurity as I did.”
Turning her attention from the humbling monk to the burnt body of Jane Smart Aka: G’bandit which lied on the floors she acknowledge. “You have accomplished your command, it saved your eternity.” The mistress dragging her chains she reaches the body of Jane Smart the reporter turned mercenary to fulfill for Dania’s will. Dania then placed her hand on the airspace above the body and through the pain that caused her the divine light that bound her she summoned power to resurrect the reported. A hard gasp of wind filled Jane’s lungs as a red aura picked her up from the floors and surrounded her body as the burnt flesh just decayed and became nothing along with the material G’bandit suit and all of the unnecessary weapons. Jane was practically reborn in the underworld before the eyes of her mistress and the minion of this one.
The red aura like a feather in the wind it places Jane’s plain body on the floors as this one becomes conscious. The beautiful blond turns on her belly as her eyes browse throughout the palace in confusion. “W- Whe- Where am I?” She said with a cracking voice. Jane is then able to see the large goddess in human form wearing the divine shackles which burned the flesh from her arms to the point of ash.
The mistress then extends her hand to Jane as she express gratitude “Welcome to the tenth underworld, my empire.” Jane grabs the hand of the mistress as she tries to maintain a very human custom of moral by covering herself from the man besides her. “Oh, my apologies, Jane.” The mistress with a flick of her hand she dressed Jane in a fine armor made and decorated with materials of a beauty beyond human knowledge. Amazed by the power of the mistress Jane had no words to what she was experiencing, so much that she finds no way to express her gratitude. “No thanks necessaries, Jane. Said the mistress who could read the human like a open book, “You deserve it.” She added.
Jane was amazed beyond believe but then she comes in sense and becomes spooked as she gasp. “The underworld?” She then inquires in fear “Im in hell?!” The human emotions always made Dania smile as she found them amusing. “Not exactly.” Dania then creates a window out of energy and opens a view into the first underworld as she explains: “Hell, as the humans call the gate of fire. It is just the first underworld. The closes sinner paradise to earth and the most feared because it is known. You my dear are standing in the tenth underworld. The crystal underworld of War.” Dania then closes the window. Jane however does not appear to be relieve at all for it meant that she was still in a type of hell. But then she realized “Wait a minute, that voice!” The reporter then realized the fact that she had been speaking with the entity that created her and moved her around on earth. “Mistress Dania!” Jane then bowed before the goddess of war. Dania walked forward and helped Jane stand to her feet. “There is no need for you to bow no longer. You have done your part as my minion and I am pleased. The Oliver family poses no threat to Elian Allen at the moment and I have chosen a new delivery system for the message of my return. It will soon be delivered to Elian.”
The goddess then drags the chains as she walks toward her throne. “So, what now?” Asked the blond mercenary to the goddess. Dania sits in her throne before she flames up the curtains that surrounded her throne. “It is over for you.. Jane, I have granted you your life once again.” With a nod a gateway opens behind Jane to her apartment in new York. Jane turned around and reached the doorway, but then she looks back at her mistress. “Will I ever hear your voice again? You know, once I go through?”
The goddess explains to her minion. “Once you go through that portal I have programmed a physic barrier which will forever keep you from remembering me or anything you know at the present. You will have your life back only with a bit more luck as I have manipulated a few things to favor you. But as for these memories, I will not stand while you suffer with the trauma of experiencing death.”
Jane then turns around facing the portal that will take her to her life. She extend her arm to feel the light which allows her to feel once again. But then she brings her hand back. The once femme mercenary turns facing the goddess of war and bows once again as she request “My lady. I request to stay and be your loyal servant.” Flattered by the words of a human for it was a miracle in her eyes. How many sane humans actually wish to be servants in the underworld?
A mocking thought against the human female came to the monk’s mind. It was unlikely that a goddess would choose such a fragile being to be her assistant. However, Dania seemed thoughtful at the time which threatened the monk’s position. Realizing the threat the monk addressed Jane in a tone: “Listen lady, just go through the portal. You are not even worthy of earthly royalty! What makes you think you will be even worthy to keep around here?.”
“Silence!” Yelled Dania. The monk then fell to his knees asking forgiveness once again.
The goddess after some thought she comes to a decision. “Avalor.. You remember what I said about finding it hard to replace you.. How could you dare to even doubt of my word?”
The monk bowed ten times as he asked forgiveness. “I said I would find it incredibly hard to replace all of our conversations over the millennia.”
“Yes, milady. We been together for so long it be impossible, I remember.” The monk replied. “Yes, specially in the short time a human life last… However.. I just came to realize that you spend more time apologizing and doubting my power than doing your task.”
A new emotion comes to the monk’s body as sweat drops from the brow of the monk. “Bu- But milady I-” “Silence! You treasonous scum! A human has to deal with the fact that they cannot control their emotions and thoughts yet she has not doubt me once while she has been on my presence. But you, the lead monk of my order. You have spend all these century since I was punished by the divine order doubting me and even making choices as if they were my will.”
Once again the monk pleads for mercy. “Milady! Forgive me!”
“Im about to!“ Glaring at the monk as her eyes sparkle in power even above the curse of the burning shackles that bind her, Dania is able to summon telekinetic ability and closing her fist the goddess of war as if a giant invisible hand had grabbed the monk she crushes the harden flesh of Avalor just before she ashes the monk with lightning.
Smoke emerge from the shackles that burned the flesh of Dania for releasing power even over the divine binds. Jane was skeptic as she couldn’t believe the power of the goddess. “You are forgiven..” Concluded Dania after the eternal death of her lead monk.
“Jane, come. I will show you my kingdom.”
“Yes milady” As commanded Jane stands and slowly walks over to her mistress still amazed by the fact that nothing remained of the monk. And so, Jane Smart, the Femme G’bandit was now the right hand of the goddess of war in the tenth underworld.
I mean obviously in OOC we know is because we are in the Comic Vine site, but In character what is the meaning of the word "Vine"? Why is it so important?
Vine Villains League of extraordinary viners Vine Titans X- Viners Vinal 4
If someone as wicked as GB would come in character toward the leaders of these groups and broke the fourth wall and ask "Hey Darkchild, CPG, what the heck does the "Vine" in your team means?" What is the answer?
"Uh, we are in comic vine...It sounded cool before you asked this Bandit! DARN YOU!"
Really it be cool to give it a meaning instead of just leave it in the air, like some sort of episode that stat it all and made the word "Vine" something universal and memorable. A past event or something like that :D