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Active Drabbles: Terence Erekon
- Thread starter Credaxi/Terry
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Angelique Richter
Active Member
Eye, Green, Boulder
Sarah Willis
I AM THE JUSTICE, NOT YOU
Reflection,
Property,
World
Property,
World
OP
- Thread Starter
- #5
Eye
He lowered himself onto the ground, passing the binoculars to the older man next to him. "You see those Eye symbols?" The older man nodded. "This looks too organized to be a joke about the luminati but.." The younger man gave him a knowing look. "It could be them."
"So the question still heck remains: what does a supposed secret organization want with fifteen ghouls?"
"Target practice?"
"Feck it. We're not getting paid enough to mess with them."
Terry raised an eyebrow. "BUT YOU'RE PAYING ME!"
"Yeah, I know, and I'm not paying you enough to deal with the Eye."
He lowered himself onto the ground, passing the binoculars to the older man next to him. "You see those Eye symbols?" The older man nodded. "This looks too organized to be a joke about the luminati but.." The younger man gave him a knowing look. "It could be them."
"So the question still heck remains: what does a supposed secret organization want with fifteen ghouls?"
"Target practice?"
"Feck it. We're not getting paid enough to mess with them."
Terry raised an eyebrow. "BUT YOU'RE PAYING ME!"
"Yeah, I know, and I'm not paying you enough to deal with the Eye."
OP
- Thread Starter
- #6
Green
The liquid in the glass swooshed around as he took another swig, his eyes tracing patterns on the surface infront of him. It was too loud, too green and too faux-irish. He hated this holiday. "WOULD OOOOOOOOOOOLD AQ'UIANTANCE BEEEE FOR'GT AND NEVER BROUGH' T' MIIIIIIND..." The green liquid in the glass quickily went down his throat and he pulled the cap down further. He placed a couple of greenish bills under the glass and left, veering out, utterly sick of the green back there. But then he stopped and took out a smoke. Fuck St. Patrick's Day.
The liquid in the glass swooshed around as he took another swig, his eyes tracing patterns on the surface infront of him. It was too loud, too green and too faux-irish. He hated this holiday. "WOULD OOOOOOOOOOOLD AQ'UIANTANCE BEEEE FOR'GT AND NEVER BROUGH' T' MIIIIIIND..." The green liquid in the glass quickily went down his throat and he pulled the cap down further. He placed a couple of greenish bills under the glass and left, veering out, utterly sick of the green back there. But then he stopped and took out a smoke. Fuck St. Patrick's Day.
OP
- Thread Starter
- #7
Boulder
"So, what you're saying is.. you saw a guy dodge a boulder?"
"Well. Not like that. It's more like the boulder was alive and made of seaweed and gross humanity and running towards him."
"So what did he do?"
"He paused calmly and placed the RPG-7 on his shoulder?"
"Where in god's name would he have gotten a RPG-7?"
"I don't fuckin' know, Yoshida. All I know is that there was a loud explosion and the boulder fell."
"The sea-boulder, you mean."
"Whatever, Yoshida."
"So, what you're saying is.. you saw a guy dodge a boulder?"
"Well. Not like that. It's more like the boulder was alive and made of seaweed and gross humanity and running towards him."
"So what did he do?"
"He paused calmly and placed the RPG-7 on his shoulder?"
"Where in god's name would he have gotten a RPG-7?"
"I don't fuckin' know, Yoshida. All I know is that there was a loud explosion and the boulder fell."
"The sea-boulder, you mean."
"Whatever, Yoshida."
OP
- Thread Starter
- #8
Reflection
He paused at the surface of the calm water. A familiar wagon stood behind him. He sat down on the pier, staring into the endless blue but shallow sea, his own reflection staring back.
How many times had he been here, with other girls, making other promises and now?
Now didn't matter. None of it did. He had truly loved each and every one of them, but..
..The question still remained. At what point did you give up and let them sink into your reflection?
He paused. The question certainly hadn't occurred to him. And the answer was seldom something that made him happy. And maybe, that wasn't the point of the exerci-.
"Hey, babe. How're you doing?" A courteous pass of beer. A smile. He smiles back ofcourse, then a kiss. "Good, babe."
"What were you staring at?" "Nothin'. Just reflections."
He paused at the surface of the calm water. A familiar wagon stood behind him. He sat down on the pier, staring into the endless blue but shallow sea, his own reflection staring back.
How many times had he been here, with other girls, making other promises and now?
Now didn't matter. None of it did. He had truly loved each and every one of them, but..
..The question still remained. At what point did you give up and let them sink into your reflection?
He paused. The question certainly hadn't occurred to him. And the answer was seldom something that made him happy. And maybe, that wasn't the point of the exerci-.
"Hey, babe. How're you doing?" A courteous pass of beer. A smile. He smiles back ofcourse, then a kiss. "Good, babe."
"What were you staring at?" "Nothin'. Just reflections."
OP
- Thread Starter
- #9
Property
It ached. He could feel it deep inside her, as the chains drew her backwards, away from his sneer. "..answer me again. Whose. Property. Are. You?" The question was familiar, yet hurtful. A familiar pain. Then a slow answer. "..y-yours."
Another sneer. Silence. Panting. "Whose. Property. Are. You?" A laugh. Both laughing. Pressure, out of the room. "Yours."
...
"I mean really, Sarah, you got to stop making it that kinky. Whose property are you?"
"Hey, the chains were your idea, I just elaborated."
"..right, right. Dungeon Porn."
"Shut up and cuddle."
It ached. He could feel it deep inside her, as the chains drew her backwards, away from his sneer. "..answer me again. Whose. Property. Are. You?" The question was familiar, yet hurtful. A familiar pain. Then a slow answer. "..y-yours."
Another sneer. Silence. Panting. "Whose. Property. Are. You?" A laugh. Both laughing. Pressure, out of the room. "Yours."
...
"I mean really, Sarah, you got to stop making it that kinky. Whose property are you?"
"Hey, the chains were your idea, I just elaborated."
"..right, right. Dungeon Porn."
"Shut up and cuddle."
OP
- Thread Starter
- #10
World
"Remember, son. The World is what you make of it. As heir to our legacy, you will make it the best world you can."
Right, dad. The world is what you make of it. You certainly didn't think that when I ran away to the army. When I came back, after years of death, almost clinging to life.
Your world wasn't what I made of it. You wanted a son who would be good. You got one. When you got another, you ran out of options. You looked at the First with all the admiration in the world and you left the second behind.
Fuck you. Fuck everything you stood for then and now. That was my idea when I was younger. Now?
I just miss seeing you in my world.
"Remember, son. The World is what you make of it. As heir to our legacy, you will make it the best world you can."
Right, dad. The world is what you make of it. You certainly didn't think that when I ran away to the army. When I came back, after years of death, almost clinging to life.
Your world wasn't what I made of it. You wanted a son who would be good. You got one. When you got another, you ran out of options. You looked at the First with all the admiration in the world and you left the second behind.
Fuck you. Fuck everything you stood for then and now. That was my idea when I was younger. Now?
I just miss seeing you in my world.
OP
- Thread Starter
- #11
Black
He often wondered why assault teams always used full black. Was it because of how well it blended into the night? How cool the full black gear looked? Yes, he had seen the same kind of black once. Or many times.
Bubbling, whispering, driving him into it's fold. It was black, but it was also.. a new kind of light, that much he had to admit.
During his tenure in Orochi, he saw much of that black. Yet he never told.
Too scared. Too unknowing. It wasn't until years later when it clicked for him. But when it did, the black liquid would almost call to him.
Yet there are many kinds of 'black'. The good kind, the bad kind. The one that will sweetly whisper to you as it crows out your insides and replaces it with itself, as it claws into your mind and repeats: "Kill. Kill. Kill. KILL. KILL. KILL. "
He often wondered why assault teams always used full black. Was it because of how well it blended into the night? How cool the full black gear looked? Yes, he had seen the same kind of black once. Or many times.
Bubbling, whispering, driving him into it's fold. It was black, but it was also.. a new kind of light, that much he had to admit.
During his tenure in Orochi, he saw much of that black. Yet he never told.
Too scared. Too unknowing. It wasn't until years later when it clicked for him. But when it did, the black liquid would almost call to him.
Yet there are many kinds of 'black'. The good kind, the bad kind. The one that will sweetly whisper to you as it crows out your insides and replaces it with itself, as it claws into your mind and repeats: "Kill. Kill. Kill. KILL. KILL. KILL. "
OP
- Thread Starter
- #12
Robot
"Come on, Terence!" A drunken yell was heard from somewhere in the back of the bar. Terence adjusted the brown coat and glasses, moving swiftly to the back of the room. A dancefloor was there. In the corner, there was a booth, with most of his friends sitting there.
It was friday night, after all. The night after that final exam. And the bar was full. Everyone was drunk, merry and almost deafeningly noisy.
Terence softly sat down on the couch, holding that bottle of beer. He quickly downed it and gave a look at his friends. "Hey, dummy! Do that dance." "W-what dance?" "You know, the robot."
He sighed and rose, drawing off the coat, exposing a sweater and jeans under it. He moved onto the dance floor and then..
"..ooohhhh he's doin' the robot! Go Terence!"
"Come on, Terence!" A drunken yell was heard from somewhere in the back of the bar. Terence adjusted the brown coat and glasses, moving swiftly to the back of the room. A dancefloor was there. In the corner, there was a booth, with most of his friends sitting there.
It was friday night, after all. The night after that final exam. And the bar was full. Everyone was drunk, merry and almost deafeningly noisy.
Terence softly sat down on the couch, holding that bottle of beer. He quickly downed it and gave a look at his friends. "Hey, dummy! Do that dance." "W-what dance?" "You know, the robot."
He sighed and rose, drawing off the coat, exposing a sweater and jeans under it. He moved onto the dance floor and then..
"..ooohhhh he's doin' the robot! Go Terence!"
OP
- Thread Starter
- #13
Bubbly
"N-no, please don't.. I have wife and kids!"
"You're a demon." A dry reply, something he hadn't heard in years.
"No-bu-. But but but you can dispel it right?"
"Not without killing you. At best, you will become a vegetable. At worst, your gray matter will paint the walls of this room."
"Y-you can't do this-. W-what are you? The police? FBI? SOMEKIND OF SICK VATICAN JOKE?"
"Please, sir." The ruffling of pages and then, the rites.
There was a roar and then a loud pop.
"Well. He certainly had a bubbly disposition." His partner joked.
"Shut up and clean the body, Rahid."
"Aye, aye, Captain All-Work-And-No-Fun."
"N-no, please don't.. I have wife and kids!"
"You're a demon." A dry reply, something he hadn't heard in years.
"No-bu-. But but but you can dispel it right?"
"Not without killing you. At best, you will become a vegetable. At worst, your gray matter will paint the walls of this room."
"Y-you can't do this-. W-what are you? The police? FBI? SOMEKIND OF SICK VATICAN JOKE?"
"Please, sir." The ruffling of pages and then, the rites.
There was a roar and then a loud pop.
"Well. He certainly had a bubbly disposition." His partner joked.
"Shut up and clean the body, Rahid."
"Aye, aye, Captain All-Work-And-No-Fun."
Sarah Willis
I AM THE JUSTICE, NOT YOU
JEEZ.
Vocal,
Fate,
Finale
Vocal,
Fate,
Finale