Sakila
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IKR!!! It's so...heart-breakingly sad. I can feel Riko's pain...
I've been searching up old shoujo romance mangas lately. I wanna read them. You know, those types with teenage girls who fall in love~
Panko-chaaaaan, were totally having a moment *sniffs*
IT'S OKAY!! WE CAN CRY TOGETHER!!! NIIIIIIGHT <3333333
Imadoki. I was thinking of it as a kind of alternate version of what coulda happened on Zettai Kareshi. As soon as I saw Kouki's face though, I was already dramatically sniffling over Night. It was bittersweet.
Also, Renai Shigou Shuji.
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(I would like to point out that I am invisible, jsyk.)
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"Who says you're worthy enough to be able to take my life, anyway?" Sakila shouted back before running at full speed towards one of the surrounding buildings.
Slipping past into an alleyway, she found an entrance to one of the many underground tunnels. She jumped in and ran towards the sounds of the explosions. She didn't look back to see if they were following her.
She made it to the silo in a five minutes, whereas it would normally take fifteen. Climbing up through an exit, she found herself in the middle of chaos.
Everywhere she looked, there was blood.
Now, this is a battle.
The sounds of gunshots filled her ears instantly. It was an apocalypse.
Sakila took a deep breath before rushing ahead and kicking a Forceless from behind before grabbing his head and breaking his neck, similar to how she'd killed Mokou. Taking his gun and knife she made her way over to another opponent. She was at an advantage here, with Hidden Dragon activated. The enemy couldn't see where she was. But she was also at a disadvantage, seeing as how since no one knew where she was, everyone shot blindly.
Avoiding gunshots as best she could, Sakila surveyed her surroundings. She'd been here before. The missiles, though... they were probably being kept in the northern storage building.
The rain had finally stopped and both groups were pulling out heavier artillery. Cries of anguish only increased. She was high on adrenaline, and she only had a while before it ran out.
Let's see... the 8ths and Rebels...they're trying to access the west wing. This is bad. Although it does seem that the missiles would be housed in the west wing because it's the largest, they don't know that the northern building is the toughest to penetrate.
...I need to let them know that they're going in the wrong direction.
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I'm guessing your school's VP isn't an ex-army officer that beats first and questions later.
We're spamming, but I'd say taking a beating is for the sake of poetry is nothing~ ^^
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"Fight you?" Sakila choked out. "Gladly. If it'll quench your thirst for revenge."
Getting up she grabbed an orange vest from Sparrow. "But first, I suggest you all come down to the silo. We should fight that battle before we fight ours, eh? Can't dillydally now."
She waited for their response. Vivi opened her mouth to say something, but Sakila realized she had one more thing left to say.
"Vivi, if Rei had been the leader of the AF and had given you a chance to get YOUR parents back, would you trust him? Would you put your faith in your last remaining connection to this world? Because that's what I did. Greyfield was family and he was offering something you all couldn't. What would you have done if you were in my place? You had it, too. Right? A loving family, a beautiful childhood. And then someone came and destroyed it. And that someone was me. Because someone ELSE had destroyed MY loving family, MY beautiful childhood."
She turned toward the direction of the explosions, her back facing the other three.
"You know, at least you HAVE someone left. You have your father, Misaki. You have your brother, Vivi, who still has a chance to survive. I don't know if you can understand. You do everything you can so that your brother has a chance to survive. You left the Battalion and joined the Rebellion. I tried to do the same thing. I tried to do whatever I could so that my parents could have a chance to survive."
Shrugging her shoulders, she turned back around and smiled bitterly. "But they didn't, did they?"
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*is looking for the same thing but prefers modern style manga art*
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(Well, better, I'd say.
Thank you.)
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(Wait wait wait wait. Sorry for being so witchy, but I am seriously confused at this point.
First of all, Petya was at the Battalion HQ, right? Greyfield was being kept prisoner in the Battalion HQ and you went to rescue him from there, right? So that means that the armory is ALSO in the Battalion HQ, right?
Okay. So I texted Brent and gave him the location of the missiles.
Right now, they are headed to the missiles. BUT BEFORE THAT, they armed themselves using the Battalion HQ armory. So NOW, the armory is empty. All of the weapons were taken by the 8ths and Rebels so that they can fight.
The whole point of my last post was to prevent your group from getting our weapons. Please don't disregard it.
Also, Ash, Vivi, Misaki, and I are far away from the HQ. in another village, in another district.)
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(Alright, but where are you going to get the arms from?)
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She couldn't help but giggle at that. It was a disgusting sound, coming from a monster.
"Well," she said softly, "can't help but appreciate that."
She straightened up a bit more and sighed before continuing in a loud voice.
"Listen up. I know you hate me at this moment and I'll be damned if I didn't blame you. But before you arrived, I sent a text to Brent. The Battalion now knows the location of the missiles. They and the Rebels are heading there now."
She looked around.
"I don't know about you all, but wouldn't it be a good idea for us to go too? I don't care if you take me there as a prisoner. At least, grant me the wish of being able to finally see it all go down, once and for all."
(Sorry, Petya! This means that the armory is swiped clean of everything! No weapons for you! They're going down to the silo now! Nyah-hah-ha!)
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"Suffer, you say? F-f-fine then. I'm going to hell anyway. Maybe this will be practice."
She sighed softly and blinked a few times before looking at the girl holding her down. The girl couldn't see her anymore, but her tight grip kept Sakila from escaping.
Not that she was planning to escape, of course.
"Oi, Sakila, Misaki, Vi!"
Her eyes flickered over to the new figure. Sparrow. She looked a bit more roughed up every time she saw her. Sakila giggled dryly before closing her eyes, the color of her body slowly reappearing.
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To annoy her on purpose is the whole point.
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Oh wow, so my school books always lie! I knew Wordsworth was anything beyond plain. Wait so how am I even supposed to get marks if there are a million and one interpretations of a single poem? and when I say plain, I actually mean it in the light of the evidence derived before. That's paraphrasing, or if you understand, "Qaseday bandhna" it means that you bring attention to what you interpret from the poem and give a proper conclusion for that only.If your teachers are saying your interpretation of a poem is wrong, then I'd suggest challenging them.
IF you have proper reasons to back up your interpretation that is.
I do that for fun. I once turned a beautiful poem about love and family and fatherhood into a tale of child abuse and incest. My teacher tried to stop me in order to protect the innocent minds of my classmates, but let's just say we all learned things we weren't supposed to that day.
And if that's what you meant, I'd dub it as a bit of a misleading way of saying it.
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(That.........doesn't.........really....answer my question.....)
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(I have a question. *raises hand*)
(Why do Serbian gangsters talk like they're from Detroit?)
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If we notice, the poet's message is plain: Hard work is the key to success, but the main aim of any achievement is that should be obtained by honest means only
HALT!
I cannot allow you to say that!
Oh, it pains my soul just reading those words! Never ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER say something like the "message is plain"-- it's HORRIFYING!
The beauty of poetry comes from the fact that everyone is free to interpret in their own way. Your interpretation of it: " Hard work is the key to success, but the main aim of any achievement is that should be obtained by honest means only" can be different from everyone else's. Poetry is never "plain" because there will always be a million and one possibilities.
(I am too lazy to interpret it for myself at this moment.)
Ah, heck with it:
Another theme could be mockery. The first two lines are spoken in a much more familiar tone. You would expect a friend of yours (or maybe a stereotypical overall-clad, straw-chewing farmhand) to talk like this. It's easygoing and natural.
But then he decides to say, "On the yard I own. And the plow I work."
Why is this so distant? Why does it sound so reflective?
This is where the mockery comes in. It could be that the stars are mocking all his hard work. Their brightness is like a slap to the face, saying, "Ha ha, no matter how hard you work, you'll always be below us! You can never shine like we can!"
There. Another interpretation.
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In conclusion, poetic messages are never plain.
And if I may offer some words regarding the actual topic... *ahem*.....
After rereading both pieces, I notice that both start off with a familial tone.
There's never a WRONG tone in poetry, but usually you don't shove two tones together.
Now, I'm not sure if you did this on purpose in order to portray something, but I just wanted to point it out.
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"Sakila! Sakila!"
Not now.
Running footsteps. "Sakila!"
Shut up.
"We finally found you!"
"LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!"
She jumped up, her wet hair slapping her face. The phone she'd been clutching in her hand dropped to the ground. In front of her were Vivi and Misaki, visibly surprised.
"Why the hell are you here?! Can't you take a hint?! I DON'T WANT TO BE FOUND. Give me a frickin' moment to myself will ya?!"
"Saki--"
"SHUT UP! You're annoying! You're so annoying! I bet you're thinking 'Oh, poor Sakila! I bet she didn't do it! I bet she has a reason! She would never do such a thing!' That's it, isn't it? That's what you're thinking!"
The rain wouldn't stop pounding. At this rate, she would die of pneumonia before anything else.
"Well, guess what! I've killed my entire life! I doubt any of you would ever understand. Do you know just HOW MANY PEOPLE I've betrayed?! I went against everyone who's ever helped me! Everyone who's ever given a crap about me! I've been the reason families have been torn apart. I've been the reason mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, so many people have died! But you know what?! After all that, the last thing I want is pity! If anything, you should hate me!"
What was the point in hiding it now? She was already going to die soon. She was already going to hell.
"You should despise me! Vivi! Your little brother? He was injured in that village blasting all those years ago, right? Well guess whose idea it was to bomb that specific area? Mine! I'd researched everything my parent's library had to offer on war strategies an that was a very strategic area! So I persuaded uncle to go ahead and attack there."
Vivi's eyes widened.
"And Misaki, I've been doing a little research on you, too. It seems you had quite the mentor. Kate, was it? Well, that was me, too. That massacre, I pulled the strings, allowing it to happen. I based it on the tactics used for the War of 1812 and changed the details so it would be to uncle's advantage."
She paused, completely out of breath and shivering unconditionally. She stepped back a few feet, leaning against the wall behind her.
"All of it. Every life I took, every person I betrayed, it was all for the sake of my parents."
The tears finally started to flow and only increased as the seconds passed by. She was having trouble breathing.
"And now. I thought I had finally succeeded. With Mokou gone, I thought I'd finally gained the visibility I'd longed for all my life."
She slumped to the ground, sobbing. Her fingers started to fade, as did her feet.
"See? This power, it curses me even now."
It started to spread to her shoulder, her legs, her stomach. Hidden Dragon was activating by itself.
"I thought I'd be fine with it, as long as I could be with my parents..."
She could feel a darkness overtaking her.
"But now," she choked out, "all of it's useless. All my life, I've been killing for people who've been dead for years."
She closed her eyes, knowing she was nearly fully invisible, with only a faint outline of her body remaining.
"Please... just kill me now."
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Awyeah, I just started re-reading Absolute Boyfriend by Yuu Watase. I'm prett busy :3
I cried every single time I reread it.
And made weird sobbing noises every time I reread the last chapter.
Which I have permanently downloaded and reread about every week.
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The way I see it....
Mass = social health level
Volume = Wisdom
Social health/ wisdom = density
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(The sheer number of times Ash has been shot, stabbed, paralyzed, or made unconscious... Can't we cut her some slack?)
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It was pouring. Hard.
What was this? Some kind of divine retribution? Some kind of godly interference? Where were they?
I want to cry, she thought, curled up in a fetal position on the ground. This was misery, in it's rawest form for her. For some reason, nothing was happening. No tears, no sobs, nothing. It was like she could find no form of release.
She wasn't sure she felt it at first, but slowly, it gained power. Her vibrating cell phone.
Her hand was caked with mud, like most of her clothes, she realized, as she pulled out her phone. He body was numb. She dimly realized that maybe lying on the ground while it rained so hard probably wasn't such a good idea.
It was from the Battalion again. She let it go to voicemail. She could imagine it now, the person on the other end listening to her normally peppy voice go, "Leave a message after the beep! Beep! Kidding, kidding," followed by the normal beep. She was sure the person on the other end was sick of the message. Maybe she should be nice and answer.
...Nah.
She let the phone drop in front of her and watched as it moved on its own for a while before the person on the other end gave up.
That was the 15th call. Boy, were they rowdy.
Well, makes sense, I guess.
It vibrated again, but this time, it was a text message.
Doesn't hurt to check.
Sakila sat up for the first time in two hours. Her hair was matted to the side of her face and she couldn't see very well with her right eye. She tapped on the message.
...Quotes?
She scrolled down the list.
"You reap what you sow."
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"Left for dead."
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"Actions come back to haunt you."
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"You got what you deserved."
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"All's well that ends well."
What was this?
"Dear little Blackbird. You've turned out to be quite a Benedict Arnold. I'm sure you know who that is."
She did. It was an ancient traitor. Long gone, but a traitor nonetheless. She would be classified as such from now on.
"But I digress. It seems you've blindly carried out my will. Didn't your parents teach you? It's not good to trust strangers."
What was this?! Sakila's eyes widened and her shivering came back full-swing as she scrolled down.
"Ah, but I forgot."
No. No no no no no no no.
"They weren't around long enough to do anything."
PLEASE. NO.
"You see, your parents, being archaeologists, discovered something they shouldn't have. You've been researching a certain limitation device, haven't you? Well, let me enlighten you. Your parents discovered something the IS had been working on for years before your generation. One of our past efforts had been lost and your parents happened to come across it. That was their mistake. We had no choice but to eliminate them."
She couldn't help but keep reading.
"Unfortunately, your parents are no longer alive. But thank you for holding your end of the deal. In return, I have given you what you truly desire: the truth about your parents. Again, thank you, Blackbird, for helping us succeed."
She stopped at the bottom, unmoving.
"Yours Sincerely,
The IS"
That was it.
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(Hope y'all don't mind. Had to take minimum control of the IS in order to keep the story moving.
Sorry it's so long..... >__<)
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(Nice job KKLT.
Yeah, so she pretty much summed it all up.
KKLT and Misaki are currently being interviewed or something to figure out Mokou's killer.
I being Mokou's killer have suspiciously run away.
Ash, who we recently found out is my cousin is talking with Greyfield who is her father.
Sayuri is helping out with evidence collection.
And Petya is currently trying to reach his former leader.
Those are our individual locations, if it helps any~
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*is randomly lurking around the forums*
Gah! O___O
H-h-how does this have 100 pages?!
How very, er, interesting (^ _ ^)a
*smh*
So what, nobody shouts "I win!" anymore?
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(This was my literal reaction when I read this:
"Oh! OMG I don't mind! Yay!" Followed by a squeal.
Literal reaction.)
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Just now?congrats
don't worry about meKuroshitsuji
Fine, I've graduated from excessive shoujo to excessive josei.
Better?
Kiss/Hug
(His eyeeeeeeesssss.......... *sigh*)
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Dear Anonymouses,
None of you are making this easy for me. I'm so conflicted! It's like I don't belong here anymore.
I'm so selfish, aren't I? I'm just a rude, unthoughtful, unnecessary, self-centered, annoying idiot. Isn't that how you all think of me?
—the one who's only now realized she'd been left out