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So we make sexy time yeah?

I was mostly joking. I tend to forget that vocal patterns don't carry over in text.

You confuse me sometimes, but then again that's like your moe.

I got that a whole page ago pay attention.

Can't stop watching this. It actually seems to go pretty well with Kawada music.

I've stagnated this past year. I might even say I've gotten worse in some ways. That said, I want off this poll. >/

What is this thing that I came in time for? I am interested if not confused.

It was incumbent upon me to roll.

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I'm the second love interest, the one that dies, it seems.

Greetings and/or salutations to you as well, albeit nearly three hours late in coming.

If my sister sent this to me before I know it's old. This is old but still amusing.

I thought no one even read those and half my views were me going back to look for grammar mistakes.

2. Recognize the name at least, half of the notquitesooldbutstillsomewhatslightlyolderinsomecasespeoplethathavereachedprem people change their names like they change pants.

We are nothing if not mildly amusing at some times, no?

Wiki says it's not but I think this one might be a trap.

I generally don't comment on your stuff since you are so clearly not in need of assistance and you have plenty of people telling you how great you are at this but I've stopped by here to say that this is pretty well the best thing I've seen from you. I'm a bit too ignorant to give an intelligent comment so I'll end it here before I start to sound even more like an idiot.

This is pretty much a perfect description of what you have here. It's a description, nothing more and certainly nothing less. At the end though, it's "men, women, children", not "men, women, child." You have to keep your nouns agreeing with each other so they don't fight. Nothing bad to say here.

Please enlighten me. I don't see any popular anime in this. Maybe I've just had it in my head so long that I can no longer distinguish. Either way I'm glad to have a happy replier, tell your friends and put in a good word for me will you dear?







Extra Door 22: Bishop to E-7

The man that walked the halls of the Escherian detention center stood with a powerful posture that made everything else around him seem smaller. That was not to mention his natural height and rugged features. As he walked his steps echoed in the dimly lit hallways against the institutional blue walls and floors until he stopped in front of the one source of pure white light for what seemed to be miles in the cave-like atmosphere. Before him stood a window and a woman. The woman was sitting at a desk behind the window with a slightly bored expression on her face until she noticed the tall man before her.

“Warden Dean.”

“Major Weiss, sir!” Dean almost tripped over herself as she shot to her feet to greet the Major. He was intimidating in his dark blue uniform with gold detailing and medals lining his chest. The warden herself felt somewhat under dressed in her normal work clothes and almost blushed, but was saved when the man spoke again and distracted her from her own thoughts.

“At ease, I’m looking for a man. Bishops was his name I believe.” The Major said genially as was possible with his rough voice and form.

“If I am not out of line, may I ask why?” Dean asked without thinking. She kicked herself for it the second the words had passed her lips.

“Of course you may. The report I received indicates that he allowed the aberration to escape. As his direct superior I’m deeply disappointed in his performance and have come to discipline him personally. You understand my needs do you not Warden?” He said warmly.

“Of course, sir. I’ll take you straight to him.” Dean responded as she removed herself from her office and bowed slightly to the Major as she looked through a checklist of detainees. Bishops had been asked for only a few hours ago Dean remembered as she looked over the chart. She wondered why he was there but quickly put it out of her mind as she hurried on ahead of the waiting Major to lead him to Bishops.

“Good, good. You see, my subordinates’ actions are a direct reflection of me, if I allow failure in them I allow myself to fail. Isn’t that right Pandora?” The Major looked down at the girl who had been trailing him since he entered the halls of the detention facility. She couldn’t have been more than thirteen or fourteen by the looks of her.

Dark hair cut to a conservative curtain reaching only just to her chin with bangs evenly clipped across her forehead, dark uniform with black detailing around the pockets and sleeves and an equally conservative cap and skirt, dark eyes that looked nowhere but right in front of her. No badges, honors, or medals adorned her plain bicolor uniform. Everything about her seemed very regimented and manufactured, controlled and deliberate.

“Sir.” She stopped briefly to salute the still walking Major and quickened her pace a calculated amount to catch back up to him when she followed. Dean glanced back at the two that followed her but quickly turned back when she saw them speaking to each other and tried to prevent herself from hearing as if it were rude of her to do so.

“That’s why I sent your brother Cuan Aillén ahead to ready our subject.” The Major said with an avuncular tone.

“Sir.” Pandora responded with another short salute. The Major wanted to smile but he knew better than to be too familiar with his subordinates, one day he might be ordering another officer to put down Pandora and Cuan Aillén. Things changed very quickly within the government and even more quickly in the Service.

“Sir! We have arrived.” Sure enough outside of the cell that they had been brought to there stood a boy of almost identical appearance to Pandora’s. Though, he stood several inches taller and sported a closer cropped hairstyle and wore a pair of shorts rather than matching his sister’s skirt.

The greatest difference between the two however was the look in their eyes. Pandora was blank and clearly observed only what she was ordered to, she had the eyes of a tool, an ideal soldier. Cuan never stopped watching, watching everything that could fall out of his favor and everything that could fall into it. He had the eyes of an inveterate tactician and a thinker.

“Major Weiss, sir. I’ve determined the condition of our objective, it will be fine to take him as he is.” Cuan said dully without looking straight at his superior.

“May we?” The Major asked.

“Yes sir.” Dean replied deferentially as she fumbled with her passkey to open the door between Bishops and his party.

“You two, bring him here, we’ll be moving to more suitable chambers momentarily.”

“Sir.” They both chimed in. The Major felt like smiling again, but again he held back. Especially that Cuan fellow was dangerous to be around even for a superior officer. In seconds they brought out the battered form of Henry Bishops. Hardly the shape he’d left them in, most notably he was missing his prosthetic arm.

“Alright then, we’re going now.” The Major held out a closed hand and drew a few signs in the air with his index finger before dropping a silver watch on a chain that extended nearly to the ground. In a moment a circle of light lit up around them and in a series of digitized pulses the four people disappeared from the Warden’s sight.

-

Bishops awoke to find himself seated in a metal chair with his arm bound tightly to him and a light shining in his face so that he could barely see the Major looking at him curiously. It all quickly came together for him though. He’d failed and the Major was now going to execute him.

“Henry. Do you know why you were brought in?” The Major asked him patiently.

“For going off mission after failure sir.” The defeated man replied without moving or trying to escape the glare of the lamp.

“Correct. Why did you do that?” The Major asked him without changing his tone or expression.

“The objective was dying and needed immediate medical attention sir.” Bishops replied with painful humiliation and mortality burning at his throat and chest.
“Why did you not just bring him in?” The Major asked in reply.

“There was a girl there who was on par with me in fighting. No, she was a little better. She was a lock user sir.” Bishops recounted even though he was sure that the Major was already aware of all that he was saying.

“You were too weak then?” The Major had finally gotten around to his point Bishops thought. He was now no longer worthy of working under the Major and was going to die as a result of his failure.

“Yes sir.” He answered agonizingly slowly.

“Even after you were granted the power of the future you were too weak to take a single girl?” The Major turned away from Bishops and floated around invisible in the darkness.

“Yes sir.” He continued to answer to the man he knew was watching.

“I am that weak as well then.” The Major finally said from the darkness.

“Sir.” Bishops wanted to say more, but that would be out of line, even more reason to kill him.

“I am reflected in the performance of my subordinates. A failure on your behalf is a failure on mine, your weakness is my weakness. You understand this?” The Major leaned back into the light and examined Bishops’ face.

“Of course sir.” He could feel the breath of the Major, it was colder than the air around them and caused his hairs to stand on end.

“Now it would be standard procedure to allow you straight back into the field once your injuries are healed. However I am granted certain privileges with my position and I can choose to terminate you if you are unacceptable as a member of my personal task force. You understand?” The Major returned to his place just behind the light and continued to cross examine Bishops.

“Of course sir.

“Now I’m willing to give you the opportunity to redeem yourself. If you choose not to take it then your life will be forfeit, if you choose to take it and fail your life will also be forfeit, and if you choose to take it and succeed then you will be free to choose your own outcome within certain limitations. You will have a day to think it over. You are dismissed.” Bishops felt the ropes around him loosen and then totally vanish. Rubbing his side where it had been particularly painful he stood to face the Major. He was several inches too short to see him eye to eye but he stared at him for a time before either one of them moved.

“Sir. If I may ask of you one thing sir.” Bishops requested carefully choosing his words before he used them.

“What would it be?” The Major asked, knowing the answer.

“Even if I lose and you kill me, I’d like it if you limit it to that much. Just tell Henrietta that I died in the chainsaw man mission sir.” Pleaded Bishops. He was clearly trying to keep his emotions out of it but when it came down to it he couldn’t leave a loose end like that, he cared too much. That was what had made him a useful operative but at the same time it couldn’t help but seem superfluous in and of itself.

“I’ll do that much. You have my word as your superior.” He finally said.

“Thank you. So tomorrow I can give you my decision sir?” Bishops was a curious man, always trying to keep himself in the right position no matter how bleak things were. The Major wanted to sigh but that would be enough to show his intent, instead he merely answered.

“Yes.”

“I’ll sleep on it then sir.” Bishops stated finally as he allowed himself to be led out to his temporary lodgings.

“Obedient to the bitter end, that’s perfect. I’d let him stay in if he lost personally but I wouldn’t say that Dora and Cuan would leave enough left for me to do that.”

-

“I’ve decided. I am going to take this opportunity you present me with sir." Bishops was standing before the Major again. This time twelve hours had passed and the lighting had improved. The area was an empty rectangular prism with sheer walls only broken by the entrances and exits on each wall.

“I see. Come forward Pandora, Cuan." The Major waved a hand and the two seemed to materialize from nowhere. "If you can defeat either of these two in a match against both of them simultaneously you win.”

“Sir.” Bishops nodded as he changed his stance for battle. Suddenly the Major held up a hand and stopped him. Beside the Major sat a familiar dark bag.

“I’ll give this back to you to make things fair.” The Major said throwing over the duffel that contained Bishops’ claw.

“Thank you sir.” Without hesitation Bishops struck. The flash of light before the Major’s eyes blinded him for a moment but he already knew the outcome. When the light died Bishops’ confused voice could be heard. “What?! What is this?” He was contained in a cube only noticeable from a distance due to the faint greenish glow that flowed lazily along each edge and continued out just a bit further as if to assure its completeness. Immediately Bishops knew he was trapped and cursed himself for his carelessness. It was only when he’d refocused himself that he noticed the boy Cuan holding his hands up as if to frame the box around him. That was his power it seemed.

“Capture complete.” Said the boy.

“Commencing erasure.” His sister replied. Almost simultaneously the cage dissolved and there was a flash of light not unlike a large explosion that Bishops only just managed to counter with his own plasma burst. At first Bishops thought she’d barely moved but just at the instant she attacked he could clearly see it as he played it back in his memory. The explosion of force that had nearly killed him was just from that little girl taking one step.

“Not gonna go down that easy kids!” He cackled madly as he darted back towards the two.

“His speed it twenty percent above projections, adjust accordingly.” Cuan began forming another cage but it was predicable this time wherever his hands went a cage would form based on this it was possible to dodge if the are he was entrapping remained small enough. “Recapturing now.”

“Goddamn these two are good.” Bishops thought to himself as he dodged in and out of the shocks from the little girl and the barriers from her brother. She was strong and fast but inaccurate with her attacks and her power dissipated with range. But Bishops couldn’t keep his distance because it would mean falling into an easier range for the boy to catch him in. There was no safe range to hide in against these two, it was either outdo them in speed and power completely or fail completely. With that thought in mind he steeled his will and took the plunge straight into the fray.

I dunno. Closest thing was TROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGGGDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOR!!!

I love you too. =DFor the sex of course.