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To Turkey"Denmark?" Asked Jaspert, "Why Denmark?!"
"Frederick is expecting me there." Sophie gulped. "And likely for the reason you think."
Speechless, Jaspert looked towards two of their companions - both the Slovene and the Turk - and received only a shrug from Kunsel. Sarae, on the other hand, had other things to worry about.
While Jaspert continued to argue with Sophie, prompting Argyle and Kaiser to flee, Evike anxiously awaits her parents' arrival. Her hands twitching every now and then behind her, short of breath, and she can almost feel her heart trying to burst out of its rib-cage. At one point Sophie noticed the anxious twitching as they saw bruins heading their way. Sophie turned back to her brother, "I'll tell you more later, Jaspert. Right now we have a duke to greet." She says, to which Jaspert sighed as he too began to anxiously wait.
They were close too; three armoured bears traversing the path of pebbles and gravel. One bear carried the czar, who greeted the Hungarians personal
SOME COLD, HARD, RUSSIAN popsiclesAdela ran through the halls of the ship in search of Sophie upon request of some unknown Dane. Edvin, she recalled the man's name as she continued her search for the princess. Shortly after, she found her hand turning the knob to the rookery, and sure enough he finds the Russian prince mounted on by a dozen strafing hawks, Sophie laughed nearby. Dmitri's uniform hangs on a hook, safe from the clart and dirt of the inner rookery, leaving him with a loose shirt and his trousers.
"Ma'am." Adela called in an exhausted huff.
Sophie turned to meet Adela, "Aye? What is it?"
"Someone's here for you. Asked if he could talk regarding some sort of proposal."
Curious as to who it may be, Sophie exchanged looks with Dmitri. Neither one of them had a clue on who it might be and what sort of business they intend to settle with the princess. "Did they tell you who they are?"
"Edvin of Denmark, ma'am. Didn't look like a prince though. Perhaps a representative? or Adviser?"
"Edvin?" repeated both
Let's face it, Ivan."Felicia, you can't possibly be serious!" Cried the duke.
"I am serious!" She answers back, her voice as demanding and fierce as the duke's. "And there's nothing you can say that will convince me otherwise."
Ivan leaned back in disbelief, doubtful of his wife's sanity. "But to live in Russia? For an entire year?!" But he can still consider that, perhaps, her maternal instincts are kicking in again.
"The closest I can be to my only daughter, Ivan."
"Szelerem, she's 17 years old..." Ivan reasoned. "She's no longer a toddler that you have to spoon feed every few hours!"
Felicia groaned, placing her forehead on her hand as she leaned forward on the table separating them. "I just.." She sighed, "It just feels like something dreadful is going to happen to her, Ivan." Said a voice holding back tears. Ivan couldn't see her expression, but he knows exactly what she may be feeling at that exact moment. "Something probably already happened." Added a voice strewn with dread. She sprung up a
Oh Ivan."I swear to God, Ivan, it almost seems like you don't love our daughter at all." Said Felicia as she kept her attention on the passing landscape, riding a train from Budapest to Moscow.
Ivan scoffed a long pause before he answered, "Discipline is necessary."
"But abuse isn't!" Argued the duchess. Ivan peered up to her, glaring, but she glared back in disgust over the thought of his past actions.
"She'll be fine."
"Dear." He cut her off in a surprisingly calm voice. "At the age of 5, I introduced her to her first dagger, same as me when I was her age. She stabbed her first hare on our first hunting trip with her. Then at the age of 8, her first stag. At the age of 10, we introduced her to archery. It took her no less than a year to master the basics and immediately moved on to advanced archery. Finally, at the age of 12, her trainers began to teach her hand-to-hand combat. Now she's able to make any man eat dirt. She'll. Be. Fine." Stressing the last few words, he
meep“What was that about?” Asked Sarae just as he closed the door while 2 guards began to escort them out the palace.
“He just returned something of mine.” He says nervously. “Something very valuable.”
“Well your gunblade’s with you all this time. I wonder what it could be.” She asks herself. Implying as if she plans on interrogating the answer out of him. He got the idea quickly and loosened his collar.
Just then, the door to the front of the palace opens and lets in a travel-worn man clothed in almost the same frill as Dmitri’s tutor. His accent, as he was escorted – heavily – by several guards, sounded northern, clearly of Nordic origin. The sound of the commotion prompted Nicholas to investigate, marching into the hall in annoyance, his brows furrowing.
“Who had the authority to let this man into the palace grounds without my consent?!” He growls at the guards while gesturing at the man they’re ke
quickieImbre looks down at his watched and grunted, grabbing a small vial from one of the shelves in the infirmary and began to use a syringe to extract the liquid within. Nearby, Nora checked the clock hanging on the wall and wondered if she guessed it right, “it’s that time?”
“Yes.” He says dryly. “Where is Lady Antal?”
“Frankly, I’m not sure.” Shrugged the boffin. “perhaps you should check on the prince?”
“What concerns do I have with h-“ He stops mid-sentence as soon as he sees her raise a brow to imply that he was missing the point. The thought struck him hard and he lets out a disgruntled scoff. Keeping the syringe in his coat pocket with great caution, he heads out the room and began his search for the prince. He stops at one corner when he sees Deryn walk into the room where he suspected Evike to be. With an that complicated of an obstacle, he leans his head on the wall impatiently. But after a while,
Turn LeftTurn Left
I felt like writing a little explanation was relevant. The title, 'Turn Left' was inspired by a Doctor Who episode where Donna's entire life was altered by one decision: Should she turn right or left? I wrote this as an alternate timeline to our, where a Sorcerer's simple decision led him to a very different fate. So there, that's it X3
"Ooh, I don't wanna miss this one." I heard Ty say. I could practically see him leaning forward on his desk. He so seemed like the type of guy who'd do that when he got excited. "I know Kyle started that Jimmy thing, so don't try to pull that crap on us - what's your real name?"
"Yeah, dood, what is it anyway?" Jerome asked. "I've always been kinda curious."
I saw myself at a crossroads. I could go two ways from here. I could tell them and we could become better friends, or I could remain shrouded in mystery. Although the latter seemed totally badass, the prior seemed
Spider-Man Hail to the King Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Seventeen: Maximum Goblin.
"Osborn you bastard..." Mary Jane says as she and Peter's other family members looked on the television screen in their prison cell as they see the green gas turns those who breathe in it into laughing goblin-like mutants. They also see the muatated Goblin thugs mutate further in symbiote/goblin hybrids.
"Hey, you got a new cellmate." One of the goblin thugs said as the open the cell and push in Frances Barrison who looked drugged and had different bandages on her body.
"Shriek?!" MJ says in some fear as she remembers Shriek from Carnage's rampage.
"Not any more." The thug snickered as he locks the cell down.
It was then they see Frances huddles in corner with tears running down her cheeks from the horrors Jackal had put her through.
While this was happening, on the streets, Carlie and Lizard were now on the surface to see what the gas was doing.
"So he weaponized the Goblin gas. Clever bastard." Carlie growled as they now can see the utter destr
Outlawed: part 3
The Road of Law was much like the other Vasthii streets they had been through, with a wide, dusty boulevard lined on either side by earth-colored cylindrical buildings. But here the buildings were larger, towering over the street with spiky, hornlike protrusions that jutted from above the windows and at the edge of the balconies, giving the thoroughfare a predatory atmosphere. The pedestrians too seemed, if not more intimidating, at least a bit more pompous, with their reptilian snouts held high and a good deal of gold dangling from their wardrobe.
Flyspur and Dr. Cloud walked down the center of the street, trying to follow the directions the shop owner had given them. They were looking for The Keepers of the Lock, a building that apparently held all the information for the detention center, they had been told to look for an identifying sign and blue
Amazon Arrow vs. Steel-SoulAmazon Arrow - Quest for Power Entry:
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The evening moon slowly began to rise into the evening as the empowered Amazon Arrow followed her latest mystical cue to a new city. Ever since draining the hidden oracle abilities of that arcane mage some time ago, she had kept herself on course as those powers guided her to her next objective. Although a tiny part of her mind still called at her to stop this overzealous quest to become stronger by draining the powers of villains AND heroes, Chryseis kept on seeking the level of power she needed... for what was to come.
Presently, Chryseis landed on a rooftop in the downtown area of Chicago, and looked about for her latest prey. Her assimiliated mystical gift had told her that something was going to present itself in this area for her to challenge and defeat, but exactly what that was, her appropriated gift had not shown her. Not to mention, after finding and easily defeating that tactical suit-clad human, many of he
Venom/Elfen Lied: Venomous Vectors Chapter 22
Chapter Twenty Two: Final Battle Part 2
Everyone was stunned to what has happened. Kaede, potentially one of the most dangerous superhumans on earth, has bonded to the Venom symbiote, an alien organism that is said to potentially become a planetary plague. And her she is ready to fight off the symbiotically/cybernetically enhanced Kakuzawa.
"What'sss wrong Kakuzawa?!" Kaede hissed "What happened to all that talk about being a god?!"
"B-big sis?" Kokoro approached to his sister with an understandable amount of fear.
"Sssstay back..." Kaede says as the symbiote flows off her face, looking to her brother with the eyes of a sister "...and find somewhere to hide."
"Kaede, can you control it?" Flash asks Kaede as he knows how hard it is to control the symbiote.
"As long it can help be finish Kakuzawa..." Kaede says coldly as the symbiote flows over her face "...I could care lessss."
Getting over his fear, Kakuzawa eyes becam
Oh No Sally 23 : by DruSally felt great. It had been a wonderfully successful week, with the FBI Director now behind bars and her "approval rating", according to Bill, going up and up. But even though Sally had defeated her most dangerous enemy, his appearance...and in such a position of power...made her wonder how many other evil villains were out there undertaking nefarious activities.
But Sally wasn't just after the glory jobs. She knew it was really important to look after the little things too. This is why Sally had shown up on Good Morning America without notice and announced her intention to conduct a national crackdown on bad driving.
"The death toll on our nations roads is already too high this year. From midday today until midday tomorrow, anybody endangering others with their driving shall have their vehicles confiscated."
Honouring her word, Sally hovered high over New York and watched the clock in Times Square click over to noon. As soon as it did her work began...
Though it was only noon,
LoE The Blackest Night = Bad Moon Rising
Aquastria; The Coral Castle of King Leo shortly before dawn six days after the Battle of Appleoosa.
"Are your instructions clear?" The old royal seapony asked, his voice sounding like a rumbling undersea volcano. The officers of the court floated next to the resting king who faced eight seaponies clad with the gold and silver bands and harnesses of the diplomatic service of the Kingdom of Aquastria.
"Yes majesty. Perfectly clear." Whirlpool replied. She closed her eyes and began reciting from memory her mission. "The royal envoy is to proceed to Manehatten and with aid of our magic wielders and the unicorns, then proceed to Canterlot where I am to give the Royal Sisters your majesty’s plea for aid against the monsters."
"Highness? Would not a pegasus messenger be more rapid? The Island of Feather Glow has a number of them from the Equestrian Guard for such messages."
The king nodded and gazed into Whirlpool's eyes. "An envoy is needed to show just how desperate
TFAV The Expansion Wars TimelineThe Expansion Wars Timeline
Important note: What follows is archived records taken from declassified files from the Seraphim Archives (and recovered Decepticon Datatracks) regarding the Expansion wars. Due to the fact that countless engagements have been fought during The Expansion Wars between the Decepticons and the Seraphims during this period of time, only the major conflicts were listed here, along with a few important missions that contributed to the main conflict. As many classified missions still remain sealed by order of the Seraphim High Council, this timeline is by no means complete, and such an instance would be the period in the Expansion Wars known as "The Shadow War".
However, what follows is the most comprehensive timeline of the Expansion Wars to date.
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Gamma World: Tempus Fugitive: Chapter 9
As she stood on the old weathered highway and looked around, Cera felt a deeper appreciation for her human friend’s people, the Ancients. After fifteen decades the road was still intact. The asphalt was cracked and patchy and for long stretches it was reduced to being hard-packed dirt and gravel, but the road remained. It had been built to last. They had passed many smaller side roads since leaving the ruins of the omega city. The network that had been left behind after the Great Disaster was staggering.
And this Trans-Canada Highway, the Tee-Can as her folks called it, to her it seemed indomitable. It just went on and on without end. Garadun had proudly informed her that it had been the longest national highway in the world. It wasn’t merely a road. It was what had once connected the people of a great nation, an integral part of their society and identity. And it had been built with the needs of travellers in mind. All along its length were p
pot 4"What took you so long, Dmitri?" Nicholas asks suspiciously.
Dmitri sighed and ventured further inside the room til there was room for him to explain, "I got a little side-tracked, father. Pardon."
"'Side-tracked'?" The czar repeated. Just then, Dmitri gestured for Sophie to come in. She coughed shyly, something Jaspert wouldn't usually see his sister do, prompting the Austrian prince to grin with thoughts spinning.
"Da, side-tracked." Dmitri added as she entered, "She was snooping around at the garden."
Nicholas failed to say much else after hearing the prince's excuse and instead pardoned him, looking back to Alek who looked to be sharing the same thought as the czar,
"Shall we continue then?" Said the czar. Alek nodded to him. "Ja, let's."
later that day
"So, sis. How was your night at the palace?" Jaspert asked, biting down on the apple, emitting a loud crunching sound that prompted the nearby stallions to whine. As Sophie recalled a long conversation with the Russian prince
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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