It's correct to say 'formerly known as' not 'formally known as' and 'should have' not 'should of'. These just bother me. Other grammar and word choice errors are perfectly acceptable.
Okay. I'll go do that. See you all in hell.
Favorite character from any series ever created on any format(stone tablets apply here too)? Reason for living? Yes or no? Here or there? In a box or with a fox? Shishio. Does that make you think of Samurai Champloo and why or why not (you will be graded based upon your answer)? Enishi or Creed? Have you ever seen the wild species of John? ASDF or HJKL? Waka or Issun? Ten or Twenty?
3.14 someone please get this.
Not me. I was too cools for thats.
I was reading Air Gear, I was totally there when I was doing it. She is based on Aeon Clock in most design aspects. See the crazy long coattails? Those are like his trademark. The elongated features came from me having a whole page to fill with one character. I watch Code Geass but not for like a week now. The style isn't really a new direction for me either just a general whimsical decision on my part. Anyways, I'd appreciate a few criticisms if you've got any.
I get sunburned at night.
Well, this is just a sketch of someone in a suit like thing, with a bit of a twist. I thought of the style when I was reading Air Gear and watching the Wagamama Koushinkyouku music video. Weird, right? Well, I'm sorta unhappy with how it turned out, especially the lower half... nine-tenths... the whole thing. Oh well. You know I suck at this, so don't be afraid to point that out, seriously, I won't be offended, I'll welcome it with open arms.
Oh, you're looking for the specific mathematical law you broke. I feel kinda silly now. Well, shit, then I have no idea. I just know it's not right because it doesn't work, that's how I always operate. Things like rules never stick.
Better attention span. Less competitive. Well, me at least.
Nothing of the sort, kind, or ilk.
You really must not value your genitals.
I take offense at being called frilly.
He looks a bit bulky to be Sora to effeminate protagonist and the arm is way small. So for a sketch it's achieved it's goal it was mildly amusing, even though I don't get it at all, blue worked fine for me.
Male life forms are incredibly inane.
Bi-weekly update time. I've finished with some degree of competency another chapter. I'm glad to have battle over and done with, but it saddens me to tell you this, but Lock & Key will shortly be coming to a close. I estimate another five or so chapters will be posted before it's completed, in short two months tops. I greatly enjoy this story and having so little of it left with it is somewhat disappointing. However I hope that you can enjoy these chapters in reading them many times more than I enjoyed writing them. I'm rambling now, so I'll get onto it. Door 14: The Winner/The Loser “Don’t you dare think that the power is the same as it was ten years ago. If you do then you’ll die too quick.†Strato stated no lie in his voice as he allowed his sword to bob up and down in his grip. “Still trying to fool yourself into thinking you’re so much stronger than me? The truth is you’re weaker than you were before and I’m stronger, my chances may never get much better than this.†Daniels taunted. “Age doesn’t tell strength, a true warrior doesn’t need to be young to be strong.†Strato countered with a smirk crossing his lips briefly. “Whatever you say old man.†Daniels said, his tone reeking of sarcasm. He paused and felt the words around in his mouth before speaking. “Either way, the long and short of the matter are, in a shootout like this one you can’t win.†“Words, words, words!†Strato suddenly threw his hand into the air dragging his immense blade skyward and wildly flailing it about with each word. “Our kind can only communicate through our actions!†Daniels acted first, he leapt back and held his guns between himself and Strato arms crossed over one another and poised to fire. The wizened swordsman dropped his sword to a parallel with the darkened sands and sighed. “Shoot him, Apollo.†Daniels tightened his grip on his guns as the great sword began to shimmer with a light that began faint, but flourished with brightness in seconds. Just as the light became nearly intense enough to blind an onlooker the light was released from the confines of the blade in a great beam of searing energy. In the same moment Daniels fired two bullets into the center of the blast, one leading the other. When the light faded, Daniels stood once more unscathed by the seemingly unavoidable assault. Daniels didn’t wear a triumphant face though, he simply looked tired as he heaved air in and out of his lungs and slouched over in the pale moonlight. Strato paid no attention and raised his sword once more when he heard a cracking sound and looked for a source. He found one bullet had crushed the base of the blade and buried itself between the edges several inches into the hilt. Soon after this discovery, the enchanted arm broke into pieces leaving only two dull, useless blades buried in the sand and a broken handle in Strato‘s hand. He looked at the beleaguered man before him for a moment before removing his last sword from his belt and bringing it and it’s heavy black and white iron bolted sheath along with it. It looked as if it had been crafted around the sword as a seal to keep it’s edge from ever feeling light of sun or moon on it‘s edge. “You want to know what that was. I can see it in your eyes.†Daniels badgered, still far from catching his breath. “Since we both need a short breather, I’d like a short explanation.†Strato replied, almost disinterestedly, but not totally aloof. “These guns can’t just shoot one kind of bullet, I can put more or less fighting spirit behind it, what I just showed you was two bullets following the same trajectory straight into your blades weakest point, in theory at least, both with the maximum power I could get. Colt Maximum Dual.†He said almost triumphantly, were he not wobbling and stumbling under his own weight, he could have looked the part as well. “It cut through the beam fast enough to stop it before it could reach you at all. Not bad at all. But that sword was very precious to me. So I’ll have to kill you, seriously now.†He held his final weapon before him displaying it’s sealed form. “With this sword, this unchallenged sword that I’ve never been able to even draw your death sentence shall be carried out.†“Go right ahead and try.†Daniels chuckled, but he was cut short when he felt pressure on his ribs and heard a creaking sound that must’ve been his ribs getting ready to break. He looked down in the instant before he was throw through the air, the blunt edge of the huge bolted scabbard Strato held was digging itself into his body like a huge club. He landed in the rough sand, and felt it grinding against his skin as he got to his feet. Near him, lay one of the twin swords Strato had lost earlier, he holstered both guns and picked up the blade testing it’s weight in his hands, it was awkward and foreign to the grip, and too heavy to properly move. Strato said nothing as he walked slowly, almost methodically through the desert towards his target. Daniels didn’t flinch when the scabbard came again, he saw it clearly this time, the strike of the master swordsman. He jammed his own blade into the sand to take the hit while he drew his gun to fire, however the heavy strike never landed on the barricade sword, Strato changed the trajectory halfway through the swing and took it to the head of his opponent. Daniels barely had time to react to the change, he ducked back as fast as his battered body would allow, but he still had to take some of the heavy metal to his head causing him to fall backwards, losing his hat once more in the process. He lay on the flat of his back and looked up at the infinitesimally distant stars with a sudden desire to reach out and grasp them in his hands. “Dammit.†He sighed. “I wanted to win.†Strato looked down on his defeated opponent and stopped. “You could very well have killed me several times earlier.†Strato stated plainly. “Yeah, and?†He coughed a bit and cleared his throat. “Why?†The older man asked coldly. “It didn’t feel like a real win. I couldn‘t just kill a guy that still thought he was winning, it‘s just that if he dies without knowing the winner, then who‘s to say I won? Sounds stupid I guess.†The man chuckled, then grimaced holding his injured ribs, moving only slightly and even then gingerly. “Well, because of your moronic sense of honor I’ve lost a sword and wasted a lot of time trying to figure out what you were thinking. To answer your ponderings: the winner lives, the loser dies. Simple. Isn’t that what the witness is here to confirm?†Strato replied. “I know it in my head somewhere, but it really doesn’t connect to the part that tells my body what to do.†Daniels said smiling ironically. “I thought I’d found the most talented fighter I could ever find when I found you ten years ago. It turns out you’re the weakest man that I’ve ever met.†Strato sighed in disappointment. “That’s where you’re dead wrong.†Daniels lunged forwards suddenly brandishing his survival knife. Strato was taken aback by the unexpected change in demeanor, but parried smartly. Daniels didn’t fall, but stumbled past the swordsman weakly. Strato felt his sword’s aura changing in his grasp, but he couldn’t place his finger on what it was exactly, other swords got a different feel when their elements were unleashed but this was slightly different. As he was looking at Daniels he decided to try to draw his sword for the first and likely the final time. Daniels raised his face to eye his target, but he could barely keep his eyes open with all the pain and fatigue he was feeling. However, when he saw Strato draw his sword his wearied eyes opened wide. The cutting edge was snow white and gleamed even in the moons faint light. The flat was blacker than coal and seemed to absorb light from the world around it darkening all but the brilliant white of it‘s own blade. Strato looked pleased with himself, he examined the length of the blade, the plain infantry style sword and shifted his gaze to his opponent when he’d finished. Daniels tried to raise a hand to fire but barely managed to remove his guns from their holsters before Strato began his attack. He approached with inhuman speed and the two crossed paths in such a swift flurry of movements that nothing appeared to have happened at first. The illusion did not last long, for the brown coated man dropped to his knees as three gashes opened up all over his body. “Not bad at all given your condition. However, I’ve mastered only this kind of sword truly and completely, my power is at it’s peak and you have maybe ten more shots left.†There was a gunshot, Strato felt hot metal brush past his shoulder as he watched Daniels struggle to keep his outstretched arm from shaking. “Six.†Daniels declared with his last shot. He dropped his arm to his side and holstered the gun he’d just fired and held his other hand steady as he could to fire. Strato rushed in again listening for the desperate shots as he prepared to deliver the final blow. One Strato blocked it easily. Two It missed, Daniels‘s arm was shaking again. Three The blade master evaded. Four A mere graze. Five The sword master cut it down in mid-flight, preparing to do the same to the gunman. Six Strato was upon the brown coated man. Seven The August Emperor of Swords fell. “What the hell?!†Strato bellowed as he felt the bullet’s punch in his side, he felt like howling even louder but held down his pain. However, his blood was leaving him quickly, and he couldn‘t understand it at all. “You lied.†“No, I didn’t. The Colt can shoot more than one kind of bullet.†He said, holding up a smoking gun, the one he’d holstered earlier. Then he twisted the chamber out and let a single shell fall to the ground. “Real ones work too. Now I’ve taken your title of Emperor of Swords from you. Just like you wanted right?†“Sorry kid, but that title, it was taken from me by a man with a sword faster than the winds that guide my blade. When I saw his blade work I knew he was my better and declined a match so I could live long enough to fight you again.†Strato‘s breathing was shallow and quick, it was a wonder he hadn‘t gone into shock already. He smiled. “At this rate I might live. Th--†“No, that would make you the winner.†Daniels withdrew a small box white cardboard from his coat and a lighter. He slowly pulled a cigarette from the box, it looked like it had been wrapped by hand and it had two words written on it in illegible script. Daniels placed it in Strato’s mouth as the elder’s ragged breathing slowed and lit it. “Here’s your funeral pyre, loser.†Strato was already dead by the time he’d finished the brief rite. With those parting words Daniels collapsed over the dead body of his past nemesis blood mixing with his enemy’s as it poured out of his body. Callum, who had remained silent for the entire match was alone. He’d been stunned by the battle and the outcome, but not as stunned as he was when it all began to sink in. He slowly began to let his body and mind work again. He shifted himself a little at first then started thinking again. Eventually he spoke. “Church isn’t going to be happy.†Was all he could think to mutter to himself as he walked over to Daniels’s prone form. “He’s still breathing at least. Still, I can’t drag him back to None, it’ll take two days like this and he‘s not looking any better for the wear.†Callum wanted to just search the bodies for valuables and go back at first, but it didn’t seem right leaving a friend to die, so he dragged the brown coated blonde off of the dead swordsman and after several seconds of awkward searching pulled out a set of bandages from one of the coat’s numerous pockets. Several minutes later bleeding was less of an issue but getting back still seemed impossible. The moon was still in the east now, the night was going to be a long one. When he went to replace the remaining bandages a note fell out of another pocket. Callum picked it up and held it suspended a foot from his face between his middle finger and thumb. He cocked his head to the side in an effort to read the smudged ink stains that ran the width of the paper. He frowned, it was a will. Callum stole a glance at Daniels as he breathed slowly and raggedly a meter or so off. Callum returned his gaze to the paper and read over the parts he could. He was almost ready to toss it aside when he noticed a little note near the bottom left hand corner. There a brief, legible set of instructions detailed what Callum was to do after the fight. The ink was newer and less faded and smudged than the surrounding text. The instructions included a safe place in the ruins and several other things to do in the case of Daniels’s death. He was a very methodical man as Callum knew him, but this was really a bit too out of character for the happy go lucky guy that lay on the ground before him, his entire ody stained with blood. Walking into certain death and knowing it Callum couldn’t even begin to understand it. “Well, looks like we’re going into that city over there. I hope you knew what you were doing.†I feel this one was forced, sort of. I couldn't think of a proper way to express the ending to such a fight so I ended it like this. I hope you'll forgive me. I also had no time for edits, so any problems you see should be relayed to me for correction. Okay, I'm done.
Gilgamesh was pretty much the funniest thing I've ever read, it beats out Hitchhikers Guide and the internet.
Why do you like Inu Yasha? It's the one thing that keeps me from taking you seriously. Also, Masashi or Seishi?
Yeah, I got that, you were banned temporarily. You left with what seemed like no intention of coming back. Thus, what the fuck?
Think more Odyssey.
