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Little Legends Fiction - Rev Dark - 12-06-2006 If not one minds I would like to use several 'Little Legends' cameos here - as well as some of their elders. Despite what you think, danger isnt my middle name. Papa says Im not allowed to change it until I turn 18. Liesel Lethal Sawchyk The rising sun peeked over the war walls, its soft yellow rays dancing off the gigantic globe that Atlas bore aloft on his broad shoulders. It lit the neat and orderly streets of Atlas Park, creeping along the darkened boulevards. Then it hit the windows of the third story of a five story walkup; lifting the darkness with the golden light. The light streamed through the window and onto the face of the teenager who slept, curled up nose to feet, in the center of a queen sized futon. This is when the bad things started happening. Mostly to other people. Had these people known, a dozen interior designers would have been dispatched, to shroud the window in question in blinds, drapes, and perhaps heavy ironwork with enough space to allow the egress of a mouse, but not much else. But they didnt know. Their morning horoscopes spoke only of potential business windfalls, romantic complications and the shadow of Jupiter rising in the house of Mars. Not one mentioned Liesel rising in the rented apartment of Sawchyk. Well perhaps they did, but rather than being published in the morning papers, the prognostications were bantered around the morning cup of tea leaves in Magi headquarters and caused no small amount of giggling on the part of the seers. Liesel awoke as the errant sunbeam crossed her face. She uncurled from her decidedly canine position, going through a series of languid stretches that would have had the average person screaming for a swift and slightly less painful death at the hands of an unmerciful god of an unrelated, and likely hostile faith. Thus refreshed, she ran her hands through the long, silky blonde hair that fell well past her waist. She grabbed a handful and brought it in front of her face, sniffing at it tentatively; her eyes did not quite cross or water at the smell, but it definitely triggered a strong, negative reaction. A similar investigation of her armpits merited the same response. Breakfast! Shower! Danger! Liesel announced her intentions to the room. She ran for the door to her small apartment, stopping short of turning the knob before amending her list. Clothes! Breakfast! Shower! Danger! The various piles of clothes scattered haphazardly around the apartment yielded a faded halter, comfortable, well worn sweats and a pair of battered flip flops. Thus attired, Liesel made another leap for the door and charged down the three flights of stairs, making only slightly less noise that an empty, metal trash can traversing the same route. She burst through the front door of the apartment building and sprinted across the street, oblivious to the possible presence of traffic and pushed through the door of the small Greek caf. Behind the counter Andrea Pappadimos was industriously scraping the grill, his huge, hairy arms moving back and forth with metronome precision. You wan breakfast? Andrea rasped, the toothpick tucked into his mouth making the long journey from one side to the other. No breakfast. Cheeseburger! Liesel hopped over the counter to the fridge and retrieved a double-handful of drinks; three bottles of orange juice, a two liter bottle of water and a six pack of Red-Bull. Andrea made an inarticulate grunting sound and began flipping burger patties onto the grill; only stopping when a half dozen were spitting and sizzling. He hefted his considerable bulk over to the fryer and dumped a huge portion of frozen French fries into the hot oil. Liesel smiled intently, not quite drooling, her left leg tapped the floor excitedly. Papa was not a fan of most American food, but Liesel had embraced it wholeheartedly and in huge quantities. It was necessary; the sheer level of her energy, combined with her ability to regenerate damaged tissue and her willingness to put herself in the path of that damage; required a phenomenal intake of calories. Papa and Mama were the same way, though their habits had matured slightly and were not subject to the added burden of teenagers hopped up metabolism. Andrea dealt a line of buns across an oversize platter, topping each with a rare, grease-beaded burger patty, a slice of cheese, and a generous dollop of tsatiki. The bun tops were slapped on and the platter slid to within arms reach of Liesel who had reclaimed her seat on the other side of the counter. She immediately fell upon it with furious energy, interspersing dangerously large bites of cheeseburger with huge swallows from the variety of drinks spread out in front of her. Andrea sighed as he dumped the fries into a basket and upended most of a bottle of ketchup over them. He approached slowly, carefully. Grrrr. The growl started in the back of Liesels throat and her arms moved reflexively to cover all possible avenues of approach to her plate of food. She shook her head slightly and offered up a slightly guilty smile. Sorry, old habit. Andrea placed the basket of fries on the counter and gave it a push to send it the rest of the way. His regular morning patron always paid her account promptly, tipped generously and had not yet bitten him hard enough to draw blood. There were other benefits to. It was rapidly becoming known that she favored the caf and that alone was enough to keep most of the riff-raff a healthy distance away. Re: Little Legends Fiction - jpub - 12-06-2006 Have fun, Rev. Ask me if you need any characterization help.-- Christopher Angel, aka JPublic The Works of Christopher Angel "Camaraderie, adventure, and steel on steel. The stuff of legend! Right, Boo?" Re: Little Legends Fiction - Bob Schroeck - 12-06-2006 Looking good, Shayne! And I must say I love the concept of Cammy's looks married to Thibor's personality. ETA: If you want to use Luna Toons, Negi-kun, or Cupid T. Cherub, go right ahead. -- Bob --------- ...The President is on the line As ninety-nine crab rangoons go by... Heh... - The Hunterminator - 12-06-2006 I like it, feel free to use Yukini. Re: Heh... - Ebony - 12-06-2006 By all means, please use MART-1N. Think of him as having the decorum and skills of Alfred Pennyworth with the durability of the Incredible Hulk. Completely unflappable and nigh indestructible. "Miss Liesel, I would appreciate not being used to knock Dr. Vazhilok's creations through walls. As entertaining as I am sure you find it to use me as an ersatz baseball bat, I do have a souffle in the oven."Ebony the Black Dragon Senior Editor, Living Room Games http://www.lrgames.com Ebony the Black Dragon http://ebony14.livejournal.com "Good night, and may the Good Lord take a Viking to you." Heismans - Foxboy - 12-06-2006 Feel free to use mine. You always return my characters in better shape than I lent them. ''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.'' -- James Nicoll Re: Heismans - Acyl - 12-06-2006 What Foxboy said. They come back so nice and polished... This little bit made me smile. Brilliant. o_o b -- Acyl Re: Heismans - ECSNorway - 12-07-2006 Yukiko is ready, eager, and willing to undertake any mission this fic may require. -- "I give you the beautiful... the talented... the tirelessly atomic-powered... R! DOROTHY! WAYNERIGHT! -- Sucrose Octanitrate. Proof positive that with sufficient motivation, you can make anything explode. Re: Heismans - The Hunterminator - 12-07-2006 Now that I'm not at work, and so can sit down and do something besides accounting, I'll write up a description of Yukini's mannerisms. Foremost, to understand how Yukini acts, you have to remember that she is a clone of Yukiyo. Because of that, she does not just live in her mother's shadow, most people expected her to BE her mother's shadow. Because of that, she goes to great lengths to be as different from Yukiyo as she can be. She dyes her hair, wears contacts, cuts her hair shorter and is in the process of building a machine to perform surgeries on herself to change her voice and appearance as soon as she's old enough for those to be similar to Yukiyo's. In her mannerisms, as well, Yukini goes out of her way to be dissimilar to her mother. She speaks and acts with much more restraint than Yukiyo, she avoids magic as much as possible, curbs her curiosity when in the presence of other people, and disguises any that slips out as being scientific research. That does not mean that she is not similar to Yukiyo, and chief of those similarities is her curiosity. However, unlike Yukiyo who simply observes whatever puzzles her, Yukini will add the subject to her list of things to study when opportunity strikes. This structured method means that, on the whole, Yukini studies less varied subjects, but does so much more thoroughly than Yukiyo and usually only stops when she actually understands it. Of course, if the subject happens to be someone with unique characteristics, Yukini will ask if they would be willing to submit to scientific studies, and usually receives a negative reply, in which case she proceeds with the study, but does so covertly. Re: Heismans - Evil Midnight Lurker - 12-07-2006 You're welcome to use Sailor Paragon as well. Vicki learned Sailor-ing from Minako and Titanite, but also picked up tactics from her parents and Calcite, and does her best to blend the two theoretically antithetical approaches into a harmonious whole. Cheerfully genki while planning the complete and systematic destruction of the opposing force. She has an iron stomach, and the cultural background to make use of it ruthlessly -- you really don't want to know what they had to eat back on Shaizaar. Her inherited youma powers include glamour illusioncasting, so she can look pretty much like anyone she wants to. Not quite as rapid regeneration as a full Renegade, though. --Sam "Don't make us bite you in hard-to-reach places!" Re: Heismans - Niteflier - 12-07-2006 If you can find a use for Mab, please feel free to use her as well.Without a word... Re: Heismans - Mekadave - 12-07-2006 Feel free to use Schiavonar as well, though I'm still working on his personality. He's Italian-American (2nd generation), and received his sword and power from his father, the original Schiavonar. He's loud, brash, and REALLY hates the Council and the Family. All I've got so far. Global: @Jimmy Amp "Broad-minded is just another way of saying a fellow's too lazy to form an opinion." -- Will Rogers Re: Heismans - Drenivian - 12-07-2006 Oh, go ahead and use Fujino Mai. Just remember three things: 1. She does live in Founder's Falls, (In my personal notes at Lvl 38, Shizuru nabbed a condo there, it's in my "unfinished cause I'm slacking" files) 2. She's remarkably easy-going, down to the point where it seems that nothing is on her mind. 3. She's inherited her Mother's (Shizuru, Mom is Natsuki) taste for Clothes, Tea, and Women. So she does have a closet full of Traditional Wear, along with her current Costume. That is all. EdWhen engaging, nothing beats a full frontal. ********************* In the epic rage of furious thunder legends create their tales when the twilight calls and the dark lord falls our glory will prevail