Challenge: 5 minute RP post

[Sakurazaki]

So here's a little challenge for fun, type for only 5 minutes. You can type up anything, an intro to an rp, or a vague story plot in an rp, whatever you choose. Anything inappropriate will be deleted though

It's fun to see what you can type. But ONLY 5 mins. It goes by fast. >.>

[Judas]

Taking his time strolling down the side walk, Stan kicked the fallen leaves in his path. 'Twas autumn, a lovely time of year where the leaves change colors, the weather gets colder, and families get closer. At least, if Stan had a family. His family died in an airplane crash, and he had lived with his aunt and uncle ever since. He often visited their graves, often telling them how much he missed them, but he still went on, cherishing the life he had.

He knew the holidays would be bad this year though, all the warm memories would no longer bring him joy. Stan reflected upon this with much thought, hoping to find some joy in life that would stimulate his dead happiness enough to make it through December. Sticking his arms in his hoodie, he continued home, where he would undoubtedly end up doing his homework and

(That's it, blah, it's dumb XD)

[Sakurazaki]

XD Good start. It wasn't bad either :3

[An Abstract Thought]

Kaishi sat in the corner of the vaste chamber pouring over a massive book, nodding every once in a while. He had been sitting there for hours with that same book before him, not once getting up or even changing position (except to turn the page). All the while he could be heard muttering to himself.

"In the Abyss lies the book of the dead..... the Lord of the Abyss himself.... none can open the book....... knowledge of time past.... present.... future"

Suddenly he stands closing the book with a loud bang, dust explodes from the old pages filling the air around him, quickly he moves across the room and flings open the two huge doors suprising the guards outside, he takes off at a brisk walk towards the palace gardens -- one of his favorite place to think -- and disappears down the hill.

[Grey Fox]

The soldier dropped the rifle, staring in shock down at his torso.

A bloody knife appeared in his torso before it withdrew. The soldier dropped to the ground, blood oozing from his wound as he died.

And as he died and gazed on the face of his attacker, he uttered only three words… “ The Frank Jaegar?”

Big Boss stared down.

Before him was a small Japanese kid, gripping a bloody knife. His clothes were all covered in blood as his eyes held a predatory glint to them.

Suddenly the predator faded as the child returned again. He fell to the ground, dropping the knife with tears in his eyes.

“Wh…What have I done?”
Big Boss then realized as he looked around. At least 12 soldiers, with knife slashes in them.

He checked them. They were definitely professionals, probably ex-Special Forces. A mix of different nationalities, as that other soldier had uttered German before he died.

How could a little boy have killed so many people?

The words hit him: Frank Jaegar. The frank hunter. Then…?

Big Boss stooped down to the kid’s height. “What’s your name, kid?”

The boy stared up at the American and surprisingly enough he spoke without hesitation. “Shinji Ikari.”

“How old are you?”

“F-four…”

Big Boss took the bloodied knife, turning it over in his hands. It was a simple Spetsnaz type knife. He slipped it into his pocket, although he didn’t know why.

“I-I killed them…didn’t I?”

Big Boss couldn’t tell how this would affect a child. “Don’t think about them. It makes it easier to cope with.”

The older man stood up, giving him his hand. “Come on, kid. Don’t worry, I won’t leave you.”

“You…you won’t?”

“I won’t. I promise.”



taken and typed in 5 minutes from my FF.net profile, but it's more than 5 if you include spelling corrections.

[Sakurazaki]

XD Nice job all of you. I'm going to do mine in a bit, I'm on a school computer so >.>

[Grey Fox]

The assistants looked around wildly. Suddenly, one of the assistant’s bodies went limp. Fox had broken his neck while invisible. The other assistant panicked, let go of Naomi, and ran in the direction of the exit. Fox disengaged the stealth camouflage, jumped into the air, and landed in front of his prey. The assistant ran into Fox and fell like he had hit a brick wall. Fox picked up the assistant above his head horizontally, and tossed hapless victim into the stasis pod. The assistant flew through the air at an alarming speed. As he approached the stasis pod, the assistant knew he was going to die -- his neck was properly aligned to get sliced by the ragged edges of remaining glass of the stasis pod. The assistant finally came to a stop, with the body falling to the ground while the head bounced around and finally came to rest at the bottom of the stasis pod.

A second security guard appeared and looked at his fallen comrade. In a blind rage, the guard rushed at Fox. Fox met the guard with a fist into the solar plexus. The guard’s xyphoid process broke off of the sternum and clipped the vagus nerve. With his diaphragm no longer contracting, the guard fell down dead next to the pyramid, near the unconscious lab assistant.

Fox walked slowly towards Clark, who had regained consciousness. Adrenaline surged through Clark’s veins, as well as a minute amount of tumor necrosis factor (TNF) epsilon. . .

Upon seeing his escaped subject approach him, Clark quickly dove in the direction of the second security guard. Then, he took the Glock from the security guard’s holster. Clark leveled the gun at Fox and squeezed off eleven shots.

BANG! BANG BANG! BANG BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG BANG BANG!

With each pull of the trigger, Fox quickly used his hands to ward off the bullets, deflecting them painlessly. BANG! Fox again deflected the bullet. BANG! Fox swatted at the bullet like an annoying fly. The ricocheted bullet pierced the cranium, right between the eyes, of the first lab assistant that accosted Fox.

click click click click CLICK!

Out of bullets! In frustration, Clark tossed the Glock at Fox. Fox unflinchingly caught the discharged firearm, and disassembled it in front of Clark.

“Only a fool trusts his life to a weapon,” remarked the metallic voice of Gray Fox.

Clark’s heart started to hammer loudly in his chest. Suddenly, he felt pain in his left arm and hand.

“My hand!” Clark cried.

Clark fell onto all fours as his heart continued to beat wildly. “Referred pain?” he whispered. Clark crawled towards Fox. He reached his left hand upward, pleadingly. “Fox.”

Like the snapping of jaws, Fox’s face plates opened and receded laterally. Fox looked down at Clark.

“Please help. . . Fox. . .” implored Clark.

Fox reached out with his left hand . . .

And grabbed Clark’s wrist. Fox jerked Clark upwards. The latter looked relieved until he saw Fox grab his arm near the elbow with his other hand. Then, in one fluid motion, Gray Fox swung Clark’s body in an arc, over his head.

As Clark's body approached vertical, he yelled, "FOX!"


“Die,” Fox yelled back. “GRAAAAAAAAH!!!!”

Fox continued the windmill action and impaled Clark’s heart on the pyramidal holographic projector.

(Oh Dear god my fingers are bleeding! >_<)

[Balmung Misaki III]

The wind blew gently across the sakura trees, the moonlight pouring down majestically as a man sat below one of the many rows of trees. The elegant beauty was enough to make any passerby wish to just sit down and nap for as long as they could enjoy such a moment. The man smiled slightly as he took a small sip from his cup of sake. It wasn't often he had time to spare to enjoy such a thing, but when he could afford to...

Taking another sip of his sake, the man put the cup down gently and looked up at cloudless sky. Stars where shinning brilliantly beside the full moon, reflecting in the nearby lake. Such a scene was perfect, almost too perfect for words. Standing up, the man walked slowly towards the lake with his bottle of sake and looked at the reflection in the lake. It was as if he was between two worlds, one the real world...the other something of his own imagination.

Holding up the sake bottle, the man brought it to his lips and took a small sip before turning the bottle over and pouring it into the lake. The contents of the bottle falling into the lake, disrupting the reflection of the starry night sky. Smiling, the man dropped the bottle and turned around as he began to walk away. "I still remember..." he whispered softly as he past the sakura trees and disappeared into the darkness, as if suddenly hugged into the heart of it all...

[LordOkageSpencer]

Los was sitting a tree. Yes, he knew that he might ruin his best outfit that he had to wear to the royal ball, but he really did not care. This tree overlooked the small town that he lived, and the stars were out tonight as well. It was perfect view. Some people never stopped to actually look at the town, they just went by and scoffed at its smallness and lack of new customs. But to Los, it was a gem of pure value. He had gorwn up in this town, though he was of a wealthy family, he choose to live the life of a hunter and farmer. He was one with the forest and the good tilled soil, and found pleasure not in the dumb royal facades his father made him attend, but the peace of the quietness that could be found in sitting and looking at the stars above his home. Granted though these were not times of peace, with war about, he still yet found a solitude in nature that no fiddle or guitar could provide. Yes, he may have been born into what they call a "higher class", but he found the most pleasure in the most simple of things.
(not much of a story or rp, but a nice reflection of man against nature.)

[Gin Ichimaru]

(geez only five mintues?)

A blue flame engulfed a small portion in front of the place where the statue of the goddess Aura once stood.
Boots slowly hit the ground as the flames dispursed and a man stood in its place. Or what would be called a man.
His outfit looked like it was sewn together on all ends and the only thing you could see was a pair of glowing blue eyes.
Those same eyes looked down and examined his surroundings. "So this is what's become of my character?" a muffled voice said. It sounded like the mic of his headset was broken.
The man pulled out his weapons. Those weren't what he had before. His eyes narrowed and then widened as a presence came toward him.
"I've found you Tri-Edge!"

Tri-edge?! So that's what's become of my character data. He though and then looked around him. Last time he knew his character's name was Kite. Now it's nothing more than hacked data.
"I don't know what you're talking about.." Kite said. His voice still cracked from the mic on his M2D.

Haseo blinked a couple of times in confusion. "D-Did you just talk?!"

(wow....that's bad >< XD)

[Grey Fox]

He sat there gazing at the room until she returned, he didn’t wish to stay much longer. So he took the cup. She said he hoped he enjoyed it, he didn’t pay attention and started to drink it, but it didn’t touch his lips, he stopped before he could. Blanch looked puzzled, Yuan gave Blanch mean look. Yuan then spoke, “ My, this is tea sure looks lovely Miss Blanch, why don’t you have a sip first.”

She responded, “Oh, no thanks. You’ve been through a lot. You need your strength if you’re going back out.”

“I guess you’re right.” Yuan then threw the cup at a wall. The wall then slowly started to dissolve. Blanch gave a shocking look. Yuan, looking all sly finished his statement, “The thing is Miss Blanch, I’m not in the mood for some tea right now. Especially not tea made with whatever ‘sugar’ makes an impression like that!” He then stood up, grabbed his cape. It was covering a weapon, he unwrapped the giant Swallow blade and held its sharp edge to Blanches neck. He asked, “Woman, explain yourself, No one who calls me Lord would dare attempt such an assassination. Who are you?” The woman stood there in tears, then quickly jumped back from Yuan’s weapon. She grabbed her own nearby weapon and ran forward to thrust Yuan with her spear.

Yuan grabbed the spear with his hand just past the blade Blanch pushed him through the window into the gale and stood stern with weapon in hand. With tears on her cheek she yelled, “Forgive me Lord Yuan, but I have no choice.” She held her weapon up, “Give me all your gald! If you won't help me, you're hindering me!” she then removed her bandage on her hand and revealed a small red jewel on it.

"Oh" Yuan Frowned at the exsphere on her hand

"This is my only path out of here and on to a better life, and not just for myself" she cried
"please, i don't want to kill you"

Yuan just stared at her, some olderthan the rest of him in those eyes
"If this is your path then you must kill to walk forwards, so why not me?"

[Dischord]

(Shorter than usual. I'm disappointed.)

"Are you insane?" Mysticari shoved off the rough stone wall she reclined against, the heels of her traveling boots thumping sharply against the wooden boards that lined the floor of the Silver Siren Inn.

"You're proposing we charge the Keep, attack the necromancer, and to what end?" she waved a gloved hand wildly at her companion, a man wearing a half-mask, sitting at a table less than five feet away from her.

She paused as she glanced over him. His dark hair was tousled, and a day's growth of whiskers spread across his chin, giving him a wild look. But it was the piercing amber of his eyes that caused her to come up short. Those eyes that stared at her from behind cool white porcelain, as though he owned her.

"That," his voice was quiet as a whisper, "is exactly what I propose. Are you telling me that after we've come this far, you're afraid?"

The tall redhead stiffened then, gray eyes glaring down at him from where she stood. She had spent the last three months as a servant in the necromancer's keep, learning every nook and cranny of the structure, becoming familiar with his patterns, and, much to her distaste, servicing him nightly in his bedchamber.

The memories of his wrinkled and foul-smelling flesh pressed to hers as his hands crawled across her body still made her shiver with disgust.

"Afraid?" her voice was unsteady, "No. I am not afraid. I am disgusted. I yearn for the day when I may carve his flesh from his bones in return for the services he made me perform. In return for the disgusting things he forced me to do, that I may keep my cover, and remain unnoticed in his petty little court," her eyes grew dark, and she turned away from him, moving toward the window of the room they occupied.

She had been dismissed from the necromancer's service a mere night before, something she had pushed for, and was ultimately, thankful for. If she never had to set foot near the man again, it would be too soon. But so long as it was for revenge, she felt she could stomach it.

"I don't care if you go charging in there like a madman, but if you do, I warn you, there will be death. There will be pain. There will be torture, and there will be the ripping away of your very soul. But if you insist on throwing yourself into this mad quest because he slaughtered someone dear to you, then do so. But I will not be your puppet anymore. Not when...." she trailed off, and a closed fist slammed outward, against the wall beside her as her head dropped forward.

"Not when you don't even give a damn about what I've been enduring for you. Do you know how reviling his touch was? How I had to force myself to not vomit every time he called me to bedchamber? How often he talked about planting his child inside me, so he could use the babe as an experiment, because he'd always wanted to experiment on a foreign woman?" when she turned toward him, there were tears streaming from her eyes, down her dusky skin. Her red hair had fallen forward to partially cover her face from view, and because of this, she didn't see him rise.

"Do you honestly believe that I wanted to subject you to those horrors? That I enjoyed knowing you were away from me?" he slammed a fist into the wall beside her head, voice raising. "You could have slit his throat. You didn't have to continue with the rouse. Don't you understand, Myst? I don't give a damn that I be the one to take revenge. But for him to have touched what is mine," he lunged forward, shaking her soundly.

"Do you think it right that he touched you?! Do you think I valued my revenge so much I would subject you to these things?! Do you?" his head slumped forward until his temple rested against hers. "He touched something very precious to me. I don't even care about what happened then. All I care about is now. I promise. Once he's dead, I'll erase his touch from your body," hands cupped the side of her face, as he dipped his head to hers, and the moon outside drifted behind lazy gray clouds, plunging the room into darkness.

When the moon drifted away, he had stepped away from her again, and gray eyes shone with tears, before slamming shut, as she launched herself at him, weeping the pain and sorrow of her encounter away as his arms tightened around her like steel bands.

He had wanted revenge. He had wanted it more than anything. But not if it caused her pain. Not at the expense of her happiness. Eyes stared down at the crown of red hair fanned around his chest, and felt the shuddering sobs of the woman he held, who had so much strength, and glanced beyond her, out the window, at the rays of moonlight that danced through the banking clouds. Rain was coming, he could feel it, even smell it now.

'Please, Goddess. Give me the strength to keep her safe,' a silently mumbled prayer, before the moon slid behind the clouds, and they erupted in an explosion of thunder, rain slicing to the ground in heavy sheets. If this weather was a foreshadowing of what would come, he knew he would need all the strength he could obtain.