Thread: Tales of Animeb

This is a great chapter, thanks Chao

Yey, once again a great chapter ^^

Real nice Chao. XD

Guest Tale 1

Of the stories remembered of the heroes on the grand floating island of AnimeB, the story of Junichi Kanzaki is sadly the least known. Years ago, beneath the Great Tree, a boy in shining armor sat, a shining sword strapped to his waist. He sighed with the longing of adventure, whilst unbeknownst to him, was where his destiny would lead. On the night of giving, the one night a month when the people prayed to their great god Style and were rewarded with many gifts, was where his journey would begin.

A wicked witch flew down from the heavens above, cackling in the moonlight. She was an ugly witch, with boils and warts covering her face and hands. A large witch’s hat sat on her head, and she sat upon a broomstick. The day, or should we say night, of prophecy had arrived. The night where she would gain a husband through the shackles of fate. This witches name was Chao. On and on she flew before finally arriving at the great floating island until she reached the great tree itself. There, sitting in one of the branches, was a boy. Young Ori Misaki, a well known and well liked lad. Above the crowds he sat, something he would do every month. Sadly, the boy was often used as a scapegoat by those he loved, and those who loved him. The witch pulled out a small device which pointed in the direction of her new 'slave'. It was the boy. In she flew, groping at the air as she cackled. "Come to me child! By right, and by fate, you are MINE!" she screeched, causing those below to cover their ears. Taking hold of Ori, she flew off, cackling away.

At the foot of the tree, Junichi looked out into the night after the witch. Enraged that someone would take his friend, and yes Ori was his friend, as many at AnimeB are friends with one another, Junichi charged through the crowd in pursuit of the kidnapper. It wasn't long, however, that he found himself lost in the great forests of Shirakawa. Walking cautiously he moved, sword at the ready, looking for any sign of movement, listening for the sound of danger. Nothing. That was, until a magpie cawed above and was quickly silenced as a hand wrung its neck. A being of cold darkness floated gently to the ground. Her blonde hair flowed beautifully in the breeze of her spell. Upon landing she smiled darkly. "You there, boy. What do you seek in the forest on a dark night. Don't you know how easily it would be for you to get 'hurt'?" With a grin, she revealed two extended fangs. "I am Dark Evangel, keeper of this forest. What the hell do you want?"

Junichi was mesmerized by her beauty. Never in his short life had he seen anyone of her high 'caliber'. She set the other AnimeB women to shame. Yet, upon glancing at her fangs, a shiver caught him and he stepped back. "Yes child. I am a vampire." she said taking a step forth. However, unfortunately for her, she tripped on a stone and fell, hitting her head on the ground. Immediately her spell broke and she assumed the form of a child. "Damn it all!" she roared. Junichi could not help himself as a laugh escaped his lips. Soon, she was on him, whacking his head with her fist. "This is your fault!" she cried, before giving up on the violence. Regaining her poise, she grinned. "Now. You did not answer me child. Why are you here."

"I am chasing a witch who has carried off my friend, Ori Misaki!"

Her face twisted slightly, before returning to its smile. "The prophecy... Poor, poor Ori."

Junichi gaped at her. "You know him?"

"Indeed I do. If you must know, I watched as she flew over this forest. Come, I shall show you the way out. I am supposed to keep you from following, but really, that is all too boring."

With that, she led him through the forest to the other side. "And this is where I leave you." she said, slipping back into the forest. Junichi turned to stop her, but she had already left. He was once again, alone. On the other side of the forest was a small desert which led straight to a long fifty foot high brick wall. Staring at the wall, he tried to figure out a way over, as it seemed to continue even into the far distance. A voice from behind startled him. "Hey minna" he said, waving to the surroundings like a mad man. Twas Ori's brother, Ryo Misaki, the second of the Misaki brothers. “I have a way across” he said, turning to Junichi. Transforming his Bokken into its Naginata form, which is a long polearm type of weapon, he slid it between Junichi’s legs, spun around and flung the boy high over the wall. He landed, much to his dismay, on one of the many rocks of AnimeB, which was on the other side of said wall.

Night slowly turned to morning, and the lad found himself yawning with lack of sleep. That was of course, until a large tower appeared in the distance, one that had never been there before. From within, a long cackle could be heard. Rushing forth, the boy unsheathed his sword, before arriving at a large chasm with a bridge before him. There, standing directly in the middle, was a man. “I am Balmung. Thou shalt never touch my Minstra!” he roared, charging into battle. He was a rather large looking Samoan, with a rather gentle look in his eyes. “This battle is not one I want” he called “But I shall do anything to protect the one you seek!” With that, he dove into Junichi, knocking the boy down. Slowly, he got to his feet. “It is not the one you call minstra who I truly seek. I am here for Ori Misaki, my friend, and in a way, my brother. The sun caught his armor, and it shone brightly. Rising his sword high above him, he used the light of his surroundings to blind Balmung. “I am sorry, but I must get by” he said, rushing past.

The door to the tower creaked as he opened it, and a voice called from above. “Ah, I have been expecting you child!” called the witch. Junichi quickly made his way to the top floor, where he gaped at the sight before him. There, stood the witch. But not as she had looked before. Nay. Beneath the witch’s hat, was a young girl of Chinese origins, with a ball of hair tied on each side of her head. “It’s you!” bellowed Junich, pointing at her. “What on earth are you DOING Chao?!”

“Following the prophecy, and getting a husband. Have you got a problem with that?” she said cheerfully, yet smiling deviously. Junichi held his sword out, the point of the blade aimed at her throat. “Unhand him you fiend!” The lad dove forward, but was too late in his attack. Chao dodge skillfully to the side, before unleashing a small ball of fire into Junichi’s armor. “Oh fine…” she said rather sorrowfully. “I made up the prophecy anyway.” With a grin, she set Ori free. “I was just having a little fun with you all.”

Ori, now unbound and ungagged, simply laughed. “Another prank gone haywire, but at least I’m the scapegoat.”

At that, they all went home.


Story Name: The Shining Knight of AnimeB
Story by Tyroki

Not bad for a first time.

Grammar and vocabulary are good, maybe too good considering the audience. However, you lack the writer's ability. The ending was quite... empty.

Good try, though!

Theres alot more I could have easily put there ^^; But didn't. Wasn't quite sure what I wanted there, but in the end, I kept it very much like you =3 And the emptiness is just evil parts that the audience will never know :3 Even when they happen without your knowing. You see, I went by Junichi's point of view. He never saw anything other than what I've written Ori, Chao, Ryo and Eva (The story characters), know all. Maybe I should write it from one of their points of view sometime. To, you know, connect the dots.

Do you mind if I take a whack at this

Wow err... thanks for the response people -.- Glad to know it was enjoyed... <- Sarcasm.

Sheesh...

Rough writer's life, Ty. What were you expecting?

Tale 7 will come later in August or if Bal manages to come back and decides to write something.

Poor Junichi

So no one liked it?

I liked it...
I thought it was cute XD
Poor Junichi?
Poor Eva!! O_O

This tale was written by both me, AK, and Selo on... a normal night... Give Selo some credit... Though AK doesn't know.

Episode 7

The room was quite lively. Many people were chatting, while waiting for the star of the night. Drinks were being served by Toushiro, who had this part-time job to buy a game he had seen on sale. Kioswan was also there to pay for his language lessons.

A shadow occupied the stage. The microphone was adjusted to its height. As soon as that task was completed, the shadow made a signal with its fingers and several lights illuminated him. It was AK.

In the first row, many people whistled, turning their chairs at him. The rest of the people in the room also turned at him, some interested in what would happen, some trying to understand what was going on. Fuzzy, the pub’s manager, nodded in approval. Kasu stopped his chat with Chisame only to hear the comedian.

After coughing to clear his throath, AK spoke to the wide public.

“At a local bar, sometime ago, I suddenly bursted in, stumbling towards the bar table and wiping my eyes. I grabbed a seat and hauled himself onto it. The bartender put his glass and cloth down, and walked over to take my order, only to find that my eyes were glistening with tears.

”Bartender: Woah, what's your story?

”AK: (in between sniffles) I-I just got a call from my mom. My parents j-just died from a car accident.

”Bartender: Aw, that's just too bad, man. My condolences, lemme get you a drink, on the house.

”Two whiskeys later, and I began to feel better. My cell phone rang all of a sudden, and I casually received it and put it to my ear. Suddenly, I began to cry again. The bartender rushed over with a handkerchief.

”Bartender: Gosh, what's happened now?

”AK: It-it's my sister. Her parents just died, too.”

Laughter filled the entire room. AK let it finish and presented himself. Shinno clapped at his performance. He then adjusted his tie.

“Me and my friend Jono were at the bar late one night, debating heatedly with each other about the differences between irritation, annoyance and aggravation (what a thing to debate about).” Some giggles were heard.

”At around 1 AM, I told Jono, "let me show you a man who is irritated." I went to the coin-operated phone, dropped in a cent and dialed a random number. After a while, a sleepy voice answered. "Good evening," I greeted. "May I speak to John?"
"There's nobody named John here," came the grumbling answer, and the person on the other line hung up.

”At around 2 AM, I told Jono, "now, let me show you a man who is annoyed." I went to the pay phone again and dialed the same number. When the man picked up a minute later, AK spoke, "hi there, may I speak to John?"

”"There's nobody named John here," the man nearly shouted, and I distinctly heard the receiver slamming hard against the phone on the other side.
One hour later, I said to Jono, "now, I shall show you a man who is aggravated." I picked up the phone and dialed the same number yet again. When the man on the receiving end finally answered, I piped, "what's up, this is John, has there been any calls for me?"”

AK bowed with the euphoria he was receiving. Fuzzy smiled after checking everything was going perfectly fine. Adjusting the microphone again, AK faced the public.

“It was in English class. The teacher was droning on about prepositions. At the back of the class, I sat on my desk, fruitlessly struggling to keep myself awake. I finally succumbed to sleep, after a while.

”I was abruptly awakened a few minutes later by somebody close by calling out my name. My head slumped face-down on my arms at his desk, I opened his eyes and realised that the teacher was standing right beside me.

”Thinking quickly, I mumbled wearily, "A...Amen."”

He had no time to dodge nor to call for help. A huge anvil fell right on top of him. The janitor officer cleaned it all, while the public whistled, excited. What a great ending…

“Well, next week there’s more.” Fuzzy claimed to the public. “And we’ll see how long the next one will stand.”

The End

lol, strange-funny story :O. Hmm, the gramaticalness of the story is what makes it great, oh and also the anvil bit

Lawls Fuzzy and AK...
Classic combo!

And AK, a comedian?


I've heart that "Amen" joke before though...

Ooooh!! Oooh!!

Put me in one! You can't just let this Entity of pure schmexiness go untapped!

Just as long as I die a horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE death at the end, I'm fine.

Wow that was good but can you please put me in one of your great stories

Wait your turn Freshman!