Well, as long as it's got that "everything is so awesomely epic that we have to go into excruciating detail on it" format I'd read and comment.
If it's an epic poem then yes. If it's prose then no.
You Scored as Noyamano UmeYou keep to yourself alot. People know that you're smart and often asks you to do things for them. You never show a sign of weakness especially to other people. Noyamano Ume 100% Wanijima Agito 65% Noyamano Mikan 55% Noyamano Rika 40% Minami Ikki 35% Noyamano Ringo 20%
Lock and Key 17 is up. Yeah, I'm done.
You're giving governments around the world way too much credit.
It's good. The hair could be better in my opinion but it's by no means bad in any aspect of it's make.
Porn fail.
Figure it out. You must not miss your opportunity. For porn is life!
It'll be removed soon. They do a sweep for this kinda thing every few hours. So act quickly.
I'm totally unsure of this week's door. I seriously have no clue what I'm doing any more. Well, that's all. Door 17: All Good, All the Time Church led the way through the tavern back towards Daniels’s room. Callum followed obediently but couldn’t help stealing a glance back at the bizarre scene. The few people that actually seemed to work at the complex simply walked around the headless corpse and left it there as if it would at some point pick itself up and leave of its own volition. Then there was that girl, the icy eyed girl that had killed him, merciless, the dark haired girl that had been so friendly after killing him, remorseless, the ordinary looking girl that had smiled so simply after she’d killed him, heartless. She just sat alone rearranging her cutlery and smiling faintly as if she were somehow pleased with herself. He turned his head back to the front and watched Church’s heels disappear around the corner into Daniels’s room. Were they meeting again, or was it something else? Callum did not know but any excuse to get out of that girl’s presence was a welcome blessing. Church was sitting in his place atop the musty old desk and was wearing a triumphant grin when the boy entered. “Nice.” Church smiled nefariously. “It’s not what it looked like.” Callum dropped his eyes to the side and tried to evade the subject. He was already about ready to get sick all over the floor. “Oh, it wasn’t the best coincidence possible? Sorry then I’ll assume you befriended the psychotic killer just because you have so much in common and planned it all out ahead of time.” He placed carefully subtle emphasis on the words common and killer. Enough to incense the black haired boy, but not enough to fully galvanize his anger. “Where’s Daniels?” He said trying to avoid talking about the assassin girl. “Snuck out while you were letting that girl divert everyone’s attention. Likely he met up with our ride or confirmed its absence.” Church smiled again, less sinisterly, but still unpleasantly. “That’s good.” Callum said mechanically. “You alright kid?” Church asked with an odd tone of concern is his voice. “Yeah, it’s just--” The boy was cut off sharply as the effeminate man reassumed his standard demeanor. “I asked a yes or no question. Tell Daniels about your worries. I for one am not anyone’s shrink.” He smirked before adding, “And no, I don‘t want to hear how that makes you feel.” “Fine, I never expected as much from you.” Callum replied brusquely. “It’s good that we have an accord, right friend?” The man smirked again. “Whatever.” “You sore about the toss old Marc gave you?” Church remarked. “Wanna get that girl to kill me?” “No, I’d do it myself.” The boy seethed at the constant picking; he could feel it chipping away at his patience with each comment and remark. “Unlikely, softy like you couldn’t even kill that other one.” Callum froze. What other one? Church smiled at the tacit question and grinned broader and broader the longer the boy remained silent. “I’m not sure I understand.” Callum finally answered. “Someone’s looking for you, looking to kill you rather, another girl--quite popular with the ladies you‘ve become, eh?--but I digress. Short black hair, brown eyes, near so tall, thin, your age about.” Church rattled off as if describing a friend, with a set hand motions to match each description. “Daniels doesn‘t have any enemies that won’t face him head on and mine are all known quantities, that leaves you.” “Kanna.” Callum breathed. The boy found his mouth suddenly dry and his thoughts muddled further. All of the thoughts that he’d pushed away from his conscious mind had come back all at once and he still had no way to deal with them. “I see, one wanting to kill for you, one wanting to kill you.” Church shifted his legs slightly. “Quite poetical.” Church mocked with a sidelong glance back at Callum. It was amusing to him, watching the boy in a distraught state. He deserved every second of it too, a sense of justice like his with such a fragile mind was in itself just too laughable to believe. Even so Church kept his laughter to himself and listened for more. “I met them both in Ares.” Callum said suddenly, half to himself, half to his sole confidant. “Same time then?” Church inferred instantly. “Yeah, I didn’t try to kill Kanna though.” Callum said as if he were being accused and prosecuted. “Why’s she so busy looking to put you in the ground then?” The man began tapping his foot just ever so lightly on the ground. “I helped the one who killed her friends and colleagues.” Callum admitted. He resumed looking down at the floor as if it would make everything stop and move at his pace. But time marched on. “Tantamount to doing it--” Church began with an air of superiority. He knew he’d gotten the mental high ground and was more than willing to exploit it for his own amusement. “No.” The boy denied. “They were fighting, one of them was going to die and…” “You being the sap you are stepped in, to save the girl downstairs and this Kanna from killing each other.” Church smirked. “Right hero you are.” “Yeah.” He sighed, he‘d been sighing a lot lately, when did that start? Home? Escher? Ares? The boy was brought abruptly out of his thoughts when the womanish man spoke again. “Well, looks like you’re an even more interesting mark than I’d ever expected.” For just an instant a hungry, psychotic look had crept onto the man’s face, warping his features and making the shadow of his very presence seem almost visible. The boy sat, as if petrified, without a single word or whisper as the man glanced over him in a simmering mania. “But in the end, it does not come down to either you or I does it?” Church smiled again, the wildness leaving the creases of his expression without a trace of them returning and his composure reestablishing itself over the temporary insanity. “I would suppose not.” Callum replied cautiously. The face that’d revealed itself was the same as the one that the effeminate man had worn when he was ready to kill. Just when the silence had resumed there were steps on the stairs followed by a creaking of the door as Daniels walked in. He looked somewhat harried but held an accomplished air all the same. “Yo kiddies. Played nice with all the good little thugs while I was out planning our next outing I trust?” He spoke quickly and sounded winded as if he’d been doing a lot of running. “Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise.” Church scoffed. “Nice job with the distraction Callum, could not have planned a better one myself. You just have amazing luck like that.” Daniels said clapping a heavy arm on his back. “Thanks.” He replied sarcastically. “So we’re out of here in an hour. Pack up and meet me in the hall, we leave one at a time so as to draw less attention. I go last since I only just got here I’ll need to take a couple minutes to make it seem like I was up here for a reason or something. Clear?” “Like those expensive crystal glasses.” Callum replied, somewhat relieved at the change of pace but still feeling the stress of his conversations with Church and the icy eyed girl. With that the three separated and made ready to leave the wretched inn. Callum only had the one bag to hold both his weapon and his meager supplies. As he bent over to lift the heavy parcel from it’s resting place on the musty bed he thought that he’d never seen either of the other two have anything that they couldn’t pocket on them and wondered what they could possibly have with them that he never knew about. Mid thought he shook himself from his consideration and proceeded on to the hall where he met the other two, both waiting patiently. “I’m off then.” Church spoke out abruptly and made no further explanation or comment as he made for the stairs. “Well, don’t get killed.” Callum said half heartedly. “If you don’t get noticed.” Church shot back in mock accusation. The next time the three met was on the dark windswept streets of Nanome. Daniels walked with a distinct wince accompanied by a pained twitch halfway through each step as he led the small band in silence. Church studied their leader’s weakness of injury with a cold analytical eye as a commander watches a lost unit in the flow of a key battle, there is regret but no sympathy. As they walked down the dark dusty streets of the wretched town, away from it’s epicenter at the inn Callum could very clearly see the way the womanish man had been getting less and less able to keep his former façade since Daniels had returned from the battle with Strato. He used to put on an air of aloofness and uncaring attitude, but now he was concerned with every step, how long it took, where it would lead, what would be the consequences of it. The way he looked around almost frantically as if he was followed by some unknown presence had also been getting worse with each day. Something had made him impatient, something had made him anxious. Just as Callum began trying to piece together what it could have been Daniels spoke. “We’re here.” He said or rather sighed, his back slightly bent. The exertion of all his traveling was beginning to wear on him as one could see from the slight tremor in the hand that motioned to a vacant looking barn. Daniels saw both of the other’s expressions and walked through the double wooden doors first. Church closed his eyes momentarily then followed Daniels into the darkened building. Callum held back longer than either of the others, thinking. But when the lights flickered to life inside, releasing rays of light out onto the street, he took it as a signal that his time was up. The barn was empty when Callum entered, no hay, no livestock, and no people other than himself and his companions standing between vacant stalls. The black haired boy had been expecting at least a few people to greet them in some way but he continued on until he’d caught up with Church and Daniels, both of whom were waiting in front of a stall at the very end of the hall. There was a man lying on a straw mat in the stall, sleeping. Church wore an expression of both confusion and disdain as he eyed the man. Suddenly the man stirred. He groaned and sat up groggily. “Yeah?” He replied to a call no one had made. He wore a knit beanie cap pulled half over his eyes holding his messy hair away from his face, thick padded gloves, and a simple white shirt that hung loosely over a pair of grey pants. “Daniels?” “Yeah. We’re leaving.” Daniels spoke loudly and slowly. The man twitched slightly and leapt to his feet. He was tall and thin almost sickeningly so. “Gotcha, gotcha. So these are your buds?” Daniels nodded. “Well that’s just peachy keen, mighty fine, excelling in nicety.” The man swayed from side to side without rhythm and nearly fell over several times. “Leaving now.” “Oh righ’. Good, better than decent, copasetic.” Suddenly the man lurched to one side and produced a lock from his pocket and a key from the inside of a glove. He held both in front of him each almost touching the other and wore a maniacal grin on his face. “I’d stand clear and away were I you dudes.” “We’re still inside.” “Oh righ’, better do this in the street, don’t wanna get evicted.” The man said stumbling through another door in the side of the barn. Once he’d made it into the street running straight out of the town he promptly jammed the key into it’s place and twisted it roughly. Not a moment later the thin man was surrounded by a brilliant light temporarily obscuring him from view. When the light dimmed he stood next to the gigantic iron belly of a contraption that looked most akin to an old fashioned steam powered locomotive. “All aboard brah.” Yeah, tell me about any grammar errors and the like.
Hibari is way cooler than Tsuna. Hence I'll bite you to death.
I totally agree that this doesn't look a thing like Mustang, the uniform looks right but the rest simply has not the slightest resemblance. It looks like some Akira Toriyama based style in fact. If you know how I feel about the man's work you'll understand my hesitancy to comment further.
Angola! .
I see. I don't know if any anime really goes by this style really. I've gotten comments of my work being like KH, Code Geass, and Tim Burton's stuff, online and offline. So it's possible that nothing really is this same style, only similar. I dunno how that is but it's interesting to know what you think.
Yes! .
Too tired to complain. It's mostly alright, I'd personally not do this the same way at some points but I don't really think there are any egregious errors or anything.
I was actually trying to get it to look the same, I have a tendency to not get things to look the same twice. How does that make it harder to help? Explain this to me.
If you want I guess. ^-^
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So should I not come over later tonight?
