04-03-2010, 05:41 AM
Rawr. I posted. And though my post still isn't top-notch, just imagine if I had left this in:
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“Juno, wake up.”
His eyes popped open. Sophia knelt above him, blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she scowled down at him. “Come on,” she muttered, offering her hand, “We don’t have much time. Ares and Zena are surely following us—they’ll be here any second.”
“What?” Juno muttered, and the priestess shook her head, grasping him by the arm and yanking him up, “What’s going on?”
“You’re the one who wanted to get away from them, you can’t be lying down on the job,” she scolded him, but the hybrid remained confused. He placed a hand to his forehead—he didn’t feel warm, though that didn’t necessarily mean something hadn’t happened to him. This all felt strangely familiar, though he couldn’t put his finger on the spot. Then, as the world around him came into focus, he knew exactly where he was.
He was back in Olde Town, with Sophia, during Friend or Foe 3.
“Haven’t we done this before?” he wondered out loud, and Sophia looked at him quizzically, “Sophia, I’m serious. This isn’t real. We’ve done this before. This is Gamer playing a trick on us.”
“Gamer’s not playing a trick on us,” Sophia said, stopping in mid-run and turning to face the half-Saiyan, “He’s playing a trick on you.”
Sophia—or whoever she was—smirked, and slowly, began to grow. Her skin turned a shiny shade of silver, and her clothes began to rip and tear as her body grew too large, her skeleton bursting from the seams.
Suddenly, he found himself facing not Sophia, but the Human-Reaper.
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I have no idea what possessed me to write that.
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“Juno, wake up.”
His eyes popped open. Sophia knelt above him, blonde hair cascading over her shoulder as she scowled down at him. “Come on,” she muttered, offering her hand, “We don’t have much time. Ares and Zena are surely following us—they’ll be here any second.”
“What?” Juno muttered, and the priestess shook her head, grasping him by the arm and yanking him up, “What’s going on?”
“You’re the one who wanted to get away from them, you can’t be lying down on the job,” she scolded him, but the hybrid remained confused. He placed a hand to his forehead—he didn’t feel warm, though that didn’t necessarily mean something hadn’t happened to him. This all felt strangely familiar, though he couldn’t put his finger on the spot. Then, as the world around him came into focus, he knew exactly where he was.
He was back in Olde Town, with Sophia, during Friend or Foe 3.
“Haven’t we done this before?” he wondered out loud, and Sophia looked at him quizzically, “Sophia, I’m serious. This isn’t real. We’ve done this before. This is Gamer playing a trick on us.”
“Gamer’s not playing a trick on us,” Sophia said, stopping in mid-run and turning to face the half-Saiyan, “He’s playing a trick on you.”
Sophia—or whoever she was—smirked, and slowly, began to grow. Her skin turned a shiny shade of silver, and her clothes began to rip and tear as her body grew too large, her skeleton bursting from the seams.
Suddenly, he found himself facing not Sophia, but the Human-Reaper.
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I have no idea what possessed me to write that.