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 Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2005 3:57 pm
"Iron Reaver Soul Stealer!" Inuyasha shouted out as he swung his claws, tracing arcs of light that ripped through the air to sink into the massive worm demon's flesh. It may interest you to know that he actually had a good reason for saying the name of his attacks every time he used them. As a half-demon, he had a number of conflicting energies surging through him. If he used a true kiai yell to focus his strength, he would risk upsetting the balance of human and demon within his body, triggering a temporary and ddangerous transformation.
The creature raised its head and let out a high-pitched shriek before lunging after Kagome. As its monstrous pincers made to sever her torso, she fired an arrow at it, yelling some peice of trash talk as she did so which was wasted on the unintelligent beast. She let loose another arrow as a follow up, and the two went straight up through its mouth, searing away large tracks of innards with their sacred energy. Unfortunately worm demons are born with biological redundancy, and the creature merely turned to seek another venue of attack.
Shippo cowered, cute but useless, in a shady spot between three trees along with Myoga, the exposition-providing flea.
As the demon lunged at Sango, Miroku jumped in front of it, removing his prayer beads and yelling "Wind Tunnel!" as the portal to nowhere inside his hand engulfed the writhing invertebrate. Unlike Inuyasha, he had no excuse.
Breathing a relieved sigh Kagome stared up into the sky, admiring Inuyasha's lean and powerful form sillouetted by the sunset. Wait a sec, she thought anxiously, sunset?! Kagome gave a little whimper of panick.
"Well, goodbye everybody!" she called hastily as she headed off toward the will on her bicycle at a frantic pace.
I'm late!
Kagome clambered out of the well, her bicycle awkwardly gripped in one arm, the handlebars clenched between her teeth. When she half tumbled out of the well, her little brother stood there, chewing on a stick of pocky thoughtfully.
"Hey Kago-" he was violently interupted as she leapt to her feet and desperately shoved him aside.
"Notimetotalkgottagobye!" she gasped out as she sped onward like a squirrel being pursued by a humvee. She tilted her head at the clock and saw the hands indicating the time was half past the hour of eight in the evening. Hair all over, uniform torn and stained, still reeking of demon blood, she gave an aquiesing sigh and collapsed into a heap.
So much for the make-up test, she thought. In a way she was relieved, deep inside she knew that she wouldn't be prepared anyway. It was simply impossible to keep up to the challenging standards of Japenese High School education and maintain a battle against the forces of evil for the sacred jewel shards at the same time. Time... The word bounced listlessly around in her brain searching for something to connect with. The well allowed her to journey back to the fuedal era, and back from the fuedal era to the present day. If she spent a day in the fuedal era, a day would have passed back home, and visa versa. But that didn't make sense. If it truly sent her through time, shouldn't she arrive at the moment she left? Maybe the well was like a pipe that time flows through, somehow fixed outside of time, and no matter far time coursed through it, it could still only take you a certain distance. She put her face in her hands, deep in thought, and became aware of the powerful stench upon her which only a worm demon's entrails can produce. She paused to wipe a large glob of unidentifiable organic fluid from her arm and headed upstairs to take a shower.
As Kagome set about relaxing and cleaning herself off, her mildly eccentric grandfather was busy tending the shrine. He, like most humans in his day and age, lacked the true spiritual power, wisdom, and dedication to see into the subtle spirits and unseen entities that constantly shape and control our world. Right now a strong metaphysical current churned about and through him. Miniscule wind spirits whipped about playfully through the air, directing the chaotic gas molecules in patterns so intricate and unpredictable that it would be several centuries before human scientists discovered their presence, and more than twice that time before any learned men and women began to so much as guess at their meaning. Amorphous nature spirits slid and bubbled energetically through the earth and plants, conversing with the nocturnal mammals and vegitation as much as their limited mental capacities allowed them. The spirit of the shrine looked down at the aged man with amusement, calmly observing the clumsy efforts of his ethereally incompetent guardian.
Most of the lesser spirits were dancing about, delighting in the darkening evening, the warm night air, and the countless mystical brethren these changes would bring. One spirit however remained solemn and grave. The spirit of the great tree that grew by the shrine, watching over it, saw a subtle wake of infared slinking its way towards them. This spiritual emination was a demonic aura, but a very carefully disguised one, masked by layers upon layers of inward restraint and supernatural stealth. Strong or weak, such a clever and subtle demon is one of the most dangerous kinds to mortal folk. The peculiar shade of the aura brought to mind some nagging recollection, but it had been so long ago, and so shifting and vague a presence that even the steadfast tree spirit found itself unable to conjure up the memory. It could figure out one thing though. Whatever this evasive thing was, it had ill will towards the house and all who dwelt within.
To Be Continued Soon
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2005 7:47 am
It's good. The way you wrote it is very interesting...
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Posted: Wed Sep 21, 2005 5:01 pm
Thanks. I'll try to get the next update up as soon as I can.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 8:09 pm
I liked it!!! are you gonna tell who or what the spirit is at the endm of this story soon eek
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 8:26 pm
your story was cool your lucky you have the type of mind where you can write a story and it turns out good wheni try to write a story its alwasy so crappy
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2005 6:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 4:59 am
can somebody just tell me what happens xp i don't like reading long things...
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 2:48 pm
Sesshomaruka can somebody just tell me what happens xp i don't like reading long things... If you call THIS long, I suggest you get out of here right now. 0_< This is just the first update buddy. With an attention span like that I doubt if you'll be able to stay awake through a plot summary!
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 2:55 pm
Dark_Heaven I liked it!!! are you gonna tell who or what the spirit is at the endm of this story soon eek It's going to come around the climax, but there will be some jumping between subplots and rising tension and suspense until then. Thank you. 3nodding
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Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2005 6:38 pm
Fuzzy Necromancer Sesshomaruka can somebody just tell me what happens xp i don't like reading long things... If you call THIS long, I suggest you get out of here right now. 0_< This is just the first update buddy. With an attention span like that I doubt if you'll be able to stay awake through a plot summary! >_< i've seen longer i'm just tired after a day of school...
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 5:42 pm
UPDATE!
Despite the foreboding scream, of which there were several repetitions, Inuyasha, Sango, Shippo and Miroku arrived at the temple without incident. There they were greeted by an elderly couple, dressed with humble dignity. Despite being well into their eighties they were both in states of perfect health, a testament to the salutary powers of the temple. Though there bodies were vital, their faces revealed a troubled anxiety that rattled their ancient bones. They silently led the company in and listened while Miroku explained the nature of the injury. The old man spoke first, while heating an herb mixture. “You say you are demon slayers. Perhaps you could help us the entity that has been plaguing us these past few-”
“Now just a second!” Inuyasha barked. “What’s with the requests? I suppose you won’t help Sango unless we solve your problem for you.”
“Please,” the old man said, “just hear my plea. We will heal your friend without price regardless, but it would be appreciated if you listen to our request.”
Inuyasha nodded dumbly, taken aback by the venerable healer’s unimposing humility. “Several moons ago, one of our patients was wandering the grounds and came back physically recovered but gibbering and howling in a violent fit. The damage to their mind was difficult to repair, even with rare poultices and spells. When he was rational again, he said he had encountered a demon that had healed him with its claws and beat him back with its wings, filling him with a mind-numbing rage that lead to his present state. When more of our patients started succumbing to the same madness, we came to realize that the demonic attack was coming from somewhere within our temple. Other strange things have been happening, such as patients developing abnormal deformities of mind and body, and objects coming to life and attacking. We only are unharmed because of our protective spiritual purity and mutual non-aggression with all living things.”
With the poultice applied and her wounds re-bandaged, Sango rose. “I’ll help you.”
Miroku rose. “Naturally, I will accompany lady Sango. This is some powerful form of demon unknown to me, but you may require the special skills of a monk to defeat it.”
Inuyasha looked around and gave a little unhappy grunt of acquiescence. “Well, I guess I don’t have anything better to do right now” he said in a surly tone. In truth, this meant “ I’m terribly sorry for my atrocious behavior. I generally just act apathetic and aggressive to conceal my various deep emotional insecurities brought on by the stressful life of a motherless half-demon, and because I to some extent blame myself for the shattering of the shikon jewel and the destruction its shards have caused,” but of course, his psychological defense mechanisms would not allow him to admit this.
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 3:42 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 2:06 pm
This story was really good...Can't wait for the next update!
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 2:23 pm
I'm glad you liked it. ^_^
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Posted: Tue Oct 11, 2005 5:13 pm
Somebody voted "out of character" and didn't comment. >_o
I kind of have the whole message asking people to tell me how and why it's out of character for that reason. -_<
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