Aeyra

It's a coffee store... Except there's practically none on the east coast whatsoever(to date, I've seen zero. My friend says they're all on the west coast.)... We all have Starbucks. I was going to point that out to whoever put it down first, but I forgot. And LOL to the bus. It makes me think of the buses I ride on field trips. And Nero's favorite coffee is mocha with caramel, chocolate, and whipped cream on top from Starbucks, with a bit of hot chocolate poured in. Irrelevant, but it may come in handy. I bet he likes Dunkin' Donuts too... (we should stop at one of those... I love donuts!)

Wow... No posts for nearly a day... O.o and here's me thinking I missed 20 pages of new stuff during my boring day trip to NY... Remind me not to ever go watch US Open qualifiers again. I nearly fell asleep... ****** Aeyra was still smiling the moment the first bullet shattered the supposedly bullet-proof windows, and there was a sinking feeling in her stomach that this wasn't just your ordinary everyday bullet. Also, it probably wasn't good (or healthy- healthy meaning good for your general well-being) if bullets were now being classified as ordinary everyday things. But anyways, Aeyra quickly unbuckled her seat belt and flung herself as far from the bullet as possible, just in time to get out of the direct hit of an explosion. She heard frantic yells, but realized from the fact she wasn't burned, her hair wasn't singed, and that her skin hadn't been pierced by shards of flying glass, that this wasn't really a normal explosion either. [Damn this stupid Organization...[/i] she thought darkly, coughing in the white smoke-like screen of mist that was spreading quickly through the van. Now bombs are normal too... Another cough, and she felt tears stinging in her eyes. Tear gas. They were forcing them out. ******** Nero had nearly been caught off-guard by the bullet. Keyword being nearly. With his bright caffeine-alert eyes directed out the front window, he'd managed to catch a glimpse of a sniping rifle pointed at- no surprise!- the van. Thinking quickly, his analytical mind deducted the possibilities- were the bullets meant to kill? Maim? Incapacitate? Or to lure out the prey, prey being them? Kill? Well, they have thar memory wiping machine... At the very least, I'm too valuable an asset to lose... he thought, completely honest to himself. Maim... Possibly, but they wouldn't want permanent injuries. Incapacitate? Quite likely, maybe it's one of those gas-releasing bullets. We could be asleep in seconds. Lure out? Anyone in their logical mind would flee the car, and we'd be easy targets for snipers... To kill if necessary, and the incapacitation or maiming is still quits, quite possible. Unfortunately for Neeo, neither his mouth or body could react to the bullet as his lightning-fast mind, and before he could shout "Sniper!" the bullet had already been shot through the window, burying itself in the far side of the car, releasing white gas with a huge bang. Explosion sound effects for purposes of fear... We're being lured out. This is tear gas. Nero coughed and elbowed Chaos, mouthed the word 'distraction' and ran out of the vehicle stealthily, careful to be hidden by the van while Chaos arrogantly sauntered in plain view of the snipers, spinning his specialty gun around his finger, swinging it into the air and skillfully catching it, taunting the enemy. Their eyes would be locked on Chaos while Nero prepared his own weapon, a powerful rifle designed to fire bullet-shaped capsules that would release toxins, gases, or simply explode on first contact out of the barrel. That tear-gas bullet was his invention after all. And he'd built the gun himself, light, powerful, and easy to assemble and disassemble- but only if you knew it as well as Nero did though. He'd burned all instructions. He smiled as the final piece clucked in place. *********** Chaos was running back and forth, turning flips and mid-air rolls to avoid bullets, a much used skill in his world. When it cams to distraction, his acrobatics were the most useful. What could piss a sniper off more than a snotty, cocky, prancing teenage boy who was obviously making fun of them and screaming "Screw you!" every once in a while? Nothing that Chaos knew of. Inside the van, Brise fetched Nero's extra bag, sensing the most important item was in it. The memory flash bomb as it had been dubbed. Nero was often requested during the day to join in the research weapons facility... He'd skillfully adapted the memory eraser into a capsule. There were five in the bag- if he aimed well enough, one would do everything. Covertly, she handed Nero the capsule, and he gave her a grin. "I knew you'd bring it to me," he muttered as he took aim, eyes on the angry faces of snipers. "Looks like they're already dodging hails of bullets. They're wearing protective armor though, guess the bullets aren't find the chink. Luckily this only needs visual contact within a fifty foot radius." **** Too tired to writes more... My sap hath been sucked away...

We did?!?!?!?!?!?! Note to self: Try not to read through things while deathly tired. You may miss something. Try not to write either, it comes out crappy.

********** "Enjoying that coffee?" teased Chaos, watching Nero gleefully drain the last, sweet but bitter drops of his beloved caffeinated drink from the bottom of the large cup. "Or enjoyed rather." "Of course! I've been separated from it for much too long... In fact last night, I actually fell asleep." Nero visibly shuddered, whether for dramatic effect or true horror was unclear. "Can you believe it?" "Well, seeing is believing, and I was knocked out by a certain green-eyed blond, so I must say I find it rather difficult to believe," said Chaos wryly, giving a cheeky grin. "It was quite shocking really," commented Aeyra with her brown eyes laughing. "He actually looked like he was enjoying it. I should've gotten a picture for you to see! I remember how on the way to my science competition one of the boys fell asleep and we all took photos." "Why?" asked Misaki, looking somewhat amused at Aeyra's off-topic conversation addition. "Simply because it was funny," stated Aeyra in a matter-of-factly manner. "I think we're all overdue for some real laughs, aren't we?" Aeyra's brown eyes glittered with unrestrained mischief. "How about we go around in a circle and tell about one really funny incident that's happened to us. Or we could sit and listen to Chaos and Nero and their ceaseless banter." "It's not ceaseless banter!" denied Nero, looking almost insulted. "It's friendly debate on the most important topic in the world- coffee. Chaos here just doesn't appreciate it's true worth." Chaos simply rolled his eyes. Aeyra took this oppurtunity to cut in. "You know Nero, you remind me of a character in a story I read. A question for you- what would you do if I gave you an espresso machine? One that you could have and use at your leisure?" "Well, first I'd protect the box to make sure nobody damages my precious espresso machine. Then I'd open it, place it gently on a countertop, and make coffee." "Of course, he'd also manage to pull it off with the drama that can only come from him," muttered Chaos, though it was obvious he wanted everyone to hear him. Aeyra was looking quite, quite amused. "That's exactly what the character in the story did. He was hugging and cooing to it and fiercely protecting it. Quite hilarious actually, seeing the story was dark in it's own way. Kind of like what we're going through right now," said Aeyra wistfully. "Makes me wish I could just be sitting next to the computer with nothing better to do than read fanfiction." Everybody shared the same thoughts- how'd life become so complicated? They were all just teenagers, teenagers that had somehow managed to get themselves wrapped up in this web of danger and terror, with the knowledge each moment could be their last. It didn't help that at that moment, the van suddenly veered off the road, and Aeyra noticed snipers on a bridge not too far ahead. Her stomach twisted in fear. ********** I don't honestly think the Org wouldnt manage to find us. Something tells me Chaos, Nero, Brise, and Krev probably have trackers imbedded in their bodies... Luckily it doesn't have the capability to make them explode like they do in some stories... And the character I was talking about was Draco Malfoy. Seeing all Misaki wrote was their names, I sort of based Nero off of the Draco Malfoy of 'Underwater Light' and 'Draco Malfoy, the Amazing, Bouncing... Rat?' in which Draco is a total drama queen, and is absolutely addicted to coffee. Ex. "More coffee, I have too much blood in my caffeine system." So in essence, I left a cliffy and managed to not rant about Draco and Nero. (almost...)

Exactly! And that's where we can utilize the darker sides of DC and make our impossible wishes come true! *cackles madly* ... ... I've been reading too much DraMione fiction and I think I'm high. I'm going to plod to a corner and take some deep breaths real quick.

If you know me, you'll know I love being overly dramatic with what I write. It shows exactly how many angsty, heartbreaking ShinRan stories I've read. (namely the 'Coming Home' trilogy by Becky Tailweaver. ) If DC were more dark (which I certainly see the potential for) I think it'd turn out like how I said. And also, it sounds prettier that way, dontcha think? Helps me come up with better descriptions for when I'm writing. I like the eternal love thing though... It makes everything sound more epic. Like, if you make a motivational poster, the words eternal love lined with glitter and lines of rose vines and ivy crawling up the sides looks nicer than say, 'The Most-Likely to happen DC pairing'.

That's quite true as well! Because we all know Shinichi and Ran needed that little push (otherwise we would be stuck with them blushing furiously and fiercely denying liking each other whenever they walked into their classroom... You know, the married couple jeering.) But if it weren't for Conan's shrinking, they wouldn't realizehow hard it is to live without the other. I often try and figure out who has it harder, Ran or Shinichi, and I figure they're about even. Every lie Shinichi tells Ran only drives another dagger into their hearts, for Ran, the dagger is tipped with the poison of sorrow and longing, for Shinichi, the venom of guilt and loneliness. Ran's just about the only person still waiting for Shinichi, waiting with all her heart. Sure classmates may wonder where the heck he went, but only Ran will fiercely try to find out not out of curiosity, but out of necessity. And he'd be stupid not to appreciate that. Stupid not to appreciate that when be does turn back, Ran has still saved his place for him, always has, and that he can slide just that easily back to where he belongs. I mean, come on, who else really misses Shinichi that badly? And ConAi/ShinShi fans, while I respect your standing, the only ConAi/ShinShi stories I've actually enjoyed are ones where Ran doesn't exist- and for some reason those also feel out of character. (for example, Shinichi is not a player) It just doesn't feel right, you know. Like if you take a magnifying glass you'll find some odd cracks and scratches where there ought to be none. For ConAi to work, Shinichi must fall out of love with Ran to truly love Ai, and that's simply not happening.

Go ahead... I'm trying to draw Hakuba. (and putting my Chaos and Laela thing on delay again....) I'm actually finished an outline for that though.

I guess that works...

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Yeah, and his actual hair will be dark slate gray. Completely black just doesn't really work out for me...

Hmm... I'm not really sure about the color either. I just remember that Krev has black hair... (but when i draw him, it'll be highlighted with light blue if I can do it right...)

Nice!! Did I write Brise's hair color as brown? (I forgot...) I think they'd look better in dark colors... Nero is an exception.

But what about when Krev ordered her assassination? He said he succeeded in killing the rats, but you insisted on keeping Iram alive and that Shannon could die. Which means she should be dead. And what do you mean by 'and I had planned she would have died to that wound?' Do you mean 'I planned that the wound would kill her?' I'm still just as confused as I was before. Mainly because she 'died' twice and your explanation for the first is worded strangely and you didn't explain the second..

Thanks for the kind words everyone! ^^ Yeah, it is Chaos and Laela, but a nameless prologue is more epic, right? I'm too tired to write... I was up past 2:30 last night reading Draco Veritas.

Well, here's what can count as a prologue of sorts... ************* The night was dark, and rain poured from the heavens in torrents as strong as waterfalls. A lone figure stepped into the faint, barely visible yellow light of a street lamp. The boy couldn't have been older than fifteen. His blond locks stuck to his soaked face, the rain clotting his vision, chilling him to the bone. His eyes flickered about, trying hard to pierce through the curtains of water, trying to find something, someone. He ran through the dark alley, searching, frantically searching. Searching for her. She should have met him here. She had said she would. The boy's dark blue eyes tightened in fear, his stomach twisting as he imagined the gruesome possibilities of- no, it couldn't happen. She would be able to get herself out of it. He knew she would. He was merely overreacting. Breathe, he told himself, sucking in a lungful of air. There's no need to panic. You just got here early, that's all... He closed his eyes, trying to relax as well as he could, a difficult feat seeing every square inch if him was drenched in water, and the strong, whipping breezes did nothing to help his discomfort. Deciding to wait for a few moments, he leaned against the damp wall, shivering as the wind screamed by, blocking out all other noise, except for a boom of thunder. Eyes snapping open, lightning flashed, illuminating the dark, storming clouds above him, outlining the silhouettes of two people a couple hundred feet away. He started running, sensing in his heart that it was her, that she was safe, that nothing had happened to her. A lopsided smile hung on his face- he felt like a fool for worrying. The distance closing fast, he was about to call her name when he heard a crack, like thunder but not quite the same, and watched in horror as her dark form slumped to the ground, motionless. He was practically flying now, skimming the ground as he raced to her side, momentary joy forgotten in a sudden spike of worry. There was another deafening boom, sounding over the drum of rain and the howling wind, and the intense white flicker of light showed something dark flowing from her chest, like a black flower. His insides squirmed as his head gave the only plausible answer. Blood. The other figure turned to face him, gun in hand, but the sprinting boy had no concern for this potential danger. He dropped down to the girl's side, gently lifting her head as his other arm wrapped around her middle. She gave a weak smile as she looked at him, normally vivid sapphire eyes pale, crimson bubbling at the edge of her lips. Her mouth trembled, and the boy realized she was trying to talk, and leaned down so he was pressed against her, trying to shield her faint whispers from the wrath of the wind. He could feel her warm blood seeping through his clothes and onto his skin, and a little voice in his head told him she was dying. And he knew. One look at her was enough to tell. "I love you," she murmured with all the feeling she could muster, her voice shaking with both pain and sorrow, azure orbs holding all of the love she couldn't say. "Never forget that." He heard the finality in her words, the hidden, yet obvious 'good bye' in her tone, and fiercely wished he could deny it. Wished he could say 'It's not the end', wished he could say 'You're going to be okay', just wished he could save her. But in the end, death won all battles. And he always reaped his reward. "I won't," he replied, taking her hand and squeezing it tight, feeling her faintly return some of the pressure. "I promise." His tears were indistinguishable from the rain drops that rolled down his face. She struggled to answer, but had no power to speak, and with her last bit of strength, leaned in just the slightest bit to touch her lips to his. He responded gently, summoning sweet memories, conveying them through the soft movement of his tongue. Those quiet afternoons spent walking in the park, the happy times where they just laughed and laughed at some forgotten joke, the kisses they'd share before, the fire, the electricity, all melding into this last final moment they'd share together. It ended all too soon, her head suddenly drooping back, fingers motionless in his palm. He didn't do anything except sit and stare, stroking her hair like he had done when she was alive. It felt like everything he was, his spirit, his strength, had disappeared with her. What was left was a broken shell. The other figure watched with little interest, staring down at the pair, cold eyes glistening. He walked over, but the boy's gaze remained locked on the girl. But he spoke, quietly, but the whisper still managed to reach the man standing next to him. "You killed her. Why?" "She was a traitor. A traitor deserves nothing more than death," answered the man coldly, glaring down with contempt. "She deserved it." The blond boy said nothing, continuing to stroke her light brown hair, fighting back the urge to break down, resisting the desire to slaughter the man beside him. He only thought one thing, a promise to the dead girl in his arms. I'll avenge you... I swear it.

Would anybody mind if I tried to write a story about Chaos, Nero, Krev, Brise, and Laela? Without our interference though. I've kind of gotten sucked into their past, and I like the concept of them in general. I'll write Mark down under a different name. Is that okay?

Shannon was shot the first time Tsukiko tried to escape... I thought she died then. And then I had Krev kill her or something. So technically Shannon should be dead... Because she was suspected of being a rat and therefore Krev assassinated her.

I know no Korean....

I think clubs are fine with just their own topics...

I was just thinking about DCTP has a chatroom that updates automatically, and is basically IMing. And then I was looking in our chatroom and after reading CarpetCrawler's recent post in 'Closest Friends on DCW', I was thinking that if we added one, people would be less inclined to post random stuff where it's not supposed to be. I'm not really sure if it's possible or not, and only Maurice would be able to add once, but I wanted to suggest it. Hopefully it isn't a stupid idea...

That would be the reason I have no idea what's going on in this thread anymore... ... My closest friends on DCW would be the DCW IRL peoples (XD) and InuLoverHitomiNr1 (she's my dA friend.) ^^