|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:06 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
Gino remained pensive, waiting for the next match to begin so he could observe what he might or might not be up against. You're enjoying this aren't you Author. How can you not, you who is master of this world and everything in it? Gino thought, mostly to himself, but he was sure The Author would hear/know it, it was highly improbable. I do hope you'll enjoy the next round, after all, we exist to satisfy, don't we? Gino thought again, a small hint of bitterness in his heart made to show. They were all trapped inside this book and only The Owner had the power to call them into the material world. Other than that, everyone within the book lived and died all according to the whims of their Author, and Gino was no exception. The only time he was capable of forgetting this maddeningly horrific truth, was when he was engaged in his assassin's work, and even then, it was still at the back of his mind, eating away at him. Gino sighed and began humming to himself, driving away the oppressive gloom that always seemed to hang around him.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 2:05 pm
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![User Image](https://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s157/PickFairy/just dudes/Duude48-1.jpg) (Ya know I'm not sure anyone could fully understand The Author but me *thinks* maybe I should just make him officially my character? *shrugs* I doubt anyone would want to anyways though having such a big responsibly. )
The Author turned to one of the characters beside him. "How's our cooks?" He asks curious of their status. He listened as the character spoke. "Dessert should be done soon, but they're having trouble with the meat. Our only wolf chef keeps eating all the raw meat before they cook it...." The Author busted out laughing, remembering the wolf chef he had created. "Oh, do not fret. You see, this will only increase his determination to prove he is a true beast of a cook! The meat will taste magnificent." He assures, turning back to the arena. He felt other eyes upon him, no surprise, and somehow felt that it was the assassin.
His eyes soften as he shook his head. You fool. The Author didn't give a glance nor pay attention to the assassin. His focus was on the match, curious of the result. I'm not the quill. I gave you freedom...I'm the only author to do this to my characters. You have free will. Free to do as you please. His eyes slowly went to the arena's doors and he thought of another character. It was the knight....she was braver then any of the characters. So brave, upon first encounter with The Author she challenged him. For a long time, she despised him more then anyone. Yet, loyalty grew from the many years they've spent together. Now that he knows....what will she do? What turn will she take in her desperation to shake yourself of feeling so vulerable...it's going to eat at her. His eyes soften more, lowering his head. He loved character development but hated the pain they had to go through. She had to face this eventually. He's not her father and she can definitely handle herself.
You have it easy Assassin He was tempted to tell him. Though of course, no one had 'it easy'. Everyone held pain in their hearts and to compare was pointless. The Assassin, for instance, head his own pain. "Let us see what the Real World is up to, hm?" He says to himself, opening his book. The book he carried with him was The Book speaking to him of its current events of the 'Real World'. The words writing of a boy crushing on the girl, and the boy across jealous of him to the point of murder. "I must keep an eye on our new one. Her, and her friends." He whispers in worry, reading what The Book told him.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b3_p.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
RosesOfDeathYetFullOfLife
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 7:03 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 8:36 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 10:26 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RosesOfDeathYetFullOfLife
|
Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 7:00 am
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/posts/say/say_b1_p.gif) |
![User Image](https://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s157/PickFairy/just dudes/Duude48-1.jpg)
The Author read every page his book revealed of the Real World and soon knew everything about everyone in question. He even read a little more out of his curiosity. He looked up only to check on the match unknowingly looking up when Pride looked to him.
Ah, many moons has passed since I last saw his blade... He thought with a smile. " By any chance, you know your opponent? And, furthermore, is there a particular battle you desire for me to set?" He replies looking towards him. In fact, it brought memories of the first tournament he set up within a different dimension for two to fight to the death. He had simply to write wherever for whatever he wanted to occur. When he tired of writing, he would do so by thought alone. He took a quill from his coat, writing in the air. Words floated from the quill and slowly formed together to form a chocolate dessert he was craving for.
Taking a bite from the dessert, he watched as the Mad Hatter floated into the arena. He gave a chuckle as he swallowed the bite. " After all, the arena has its limits.... and a battle is beautiful within any setting. Perhaps in rain or a storm, every opponent of each match may ask a different setting. " His eyes went to the current match recalling how the captain won his last one.
" Being the victor, you too can chose another setting if such is what your blade thirsts." He adds, as he was indifferent regardless.
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/s.gif) |
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 17, 2012 11:11 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
RosesOfDeathYetFullOfLife
|
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 8:10 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 1:28 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 2:04 pm
|
RosesOfDeathYetFullOfLife
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Feb 18, 2012 4:40 pm
|
|
|
|
|
![](//graphics.gaiaonline.com/images/template/s.gif) |
|
|
|
|
|