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Post by aerisangel01 on Jan 21, 2008 12:32:00 GMT -5
According to the Wikitionary, the meaning of dual is: This is also the name I chose for my NEW story! It will update Weekly, with each chapter having about 2000 words each(give or take). It is a story I want to be unique among the sea of NTWF story, and I hope it will go on to the rank of legends! (Like all of Kiddo's stories xD) The first chapter will be posted this afternoon(I want to finish the third chapter before I post the first ^_- ), but in the meantime, here is a small lexical of important characters, in spoiler tag in case you don't want to see them ^_^ (no important spoiler in there however, it's just there to help you imagine them). (Note: THIS LIST WILL BE UPDATED EVERY ONCE IN A WHILE, so check about every updates ^^ 4 are made up characters, but the REST ARE ACTUAL FORUMERS(whom I forbid from saying that it's them else they'll get stabby >.>) from which I got permission to use as big baddies :3 The way I will write about them DOES NOT reflect my view of them, it's all in the name of fun ^^ )
Name: The Boss
Ethnicity: Unknown, probably Caucasian(Blonde hair)
Accent: Strange
Name: Nalemie Cornelia Utie
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Accent: Australian(Slight)
Name: France T.
Ethnicity: Caucasian/Black/Latino(Mix)
Accent: French/Spanish(Balanced)
Name: I.S. Thomp
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Accent: American
Name: Walter D.
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Accent: British(Thick)
Name: The Scythe
Ethnicity: Unknown
Accent: American
Name: Eyes
Ethnicity: Unknown
Accent: Strange
Name: Fangs
Ethnicity: Unknown
Accent: American
If anyone want to be in the story, they can pm me and I'll do what I can to give them a Cameo, however this story will be pretty intimate with a rather small cast of important characters. Chapter One |
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Post by aerisangel01 on Jan 21, 2008 19:59:21 GMT -5
For many, their land, their home, is everything good. They live, make friends, feeling that no matter what happens, they would be safe, protected. It is to such a point, that often they forget there is a world hidden in the shadow of their own. A world where notions such a loyalty and friendship mean nothing, and where strangers mean even less. A world, where one thing reign supreme: Power.
Criminals who would do everything to get what they want, including taking it from innocent bystanders. A world where Violence is the only language. A world in which I thrive. My name? The Boss. I am one of the most powerful of the power hungry, and one of the most feared. Because I know. Because my ears and eyes are everywhere, from the core of Criminal Organizations to the heart of the Government. And especially, because I could put an end to the Criminal career of anyone I wanted, whenever I wanted.
Above all else, I am one of the most hated. You hate what you fear, and people's fear for me is limitless. A shadow among shadows, abusing the abuser, my life is forever in balance, and there is no doubt that those close to my real self would die if my real identity came to be known. You can stay behind, in your own world, living happily... or you could escape Eden and see what the world is TRULY like, and find that beast are always only a step away from you...
I chose to fight the beast. If you have the guts to, join me. But remember, there is never any turning back....
Chapter 1 – The first side
"Catch me if you can!" Aerisa ran in a meadow, her husband, Scarven Dessan, running after her, giggling madly. She turned as he caught her, making her fall to the ground as he tickled her belly, causing a sweet laugh to exit her mouth as she struggled playfully. She loved him. He loved her. They felt their mutual love. And they were the happiest persons in the whole world because of it.
"Dear, do you know what I'm thinking about?" Scarven smirked as he stopped tickling her, laying by her side.
"What is it, sweetheart?" She embraced him, wrapping her arms around him. He was so warm... and she always was so cold. She loved warming up to him...
"I'm thinking you're the most beautiful thing this world has ever seen..." He smiled as he watched her pale skin turn a bright pink, caressing her white hair softly. He wanted to be with her forever...
"I love you." She caressed his cheek as she kissed his lips softly, feeling him return the kiss.
"I love you too, Aeri..." Just as he was about to kiss her again, thunder resonated, lighting the sky. He sighed, looking at grey clouds starting to appear in the distance. They traveled quickly, and would probably be over them in half an hour. "We'd probably be better going back home dear, what do you say?"
"I guess so." She sat on the ground, looking at the cloud progress while Scarven went to recuperate their picnic gear. The sky looked to her like a vision of her own self. A light that would always get overshadowed by the darkness inside of it...
"Are you coming, dear?" With one last glance to the sky, she raised herself, heading in direction of her loved one. Tonight, she would let it take over. Until then, she would be with heaven himself...
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France looked out as rain started to hit the windows of her house. For once, the weather network had been right, it seemed. She closed the curtain, walking along the room, passing in front of a mirror. She took some time to look at herself. Same dark skin and hair as ever. She smiled, playing with her hair a bit. It had been a while since she'd been so... relaxed. She took a book lying around, sitting on the most comfortable chair in the room. She was starting to enjoy having nothing to do. It sure was a change from her overworked, normal self.
As she was starting the first few pages of her book, a thick British accent rose from the opening of the door. "Here's a sight I never thought I'd see." Walter entered the room, his brown hair in a mess and wearing some of his usual, multicolored, badly matched clothes. He kissed her cheek, going to sit on another chair in front of her.
"Well, work has been short lately, I HAVE to find something else to do." She closed her book, putting it on a table next to her chair. She wasn't surprised that she hadn't heard him enter the house. No matter how he was at time, this man had unnatural stealth. "How was your trip?"
"Better than I expected. Still glad it's over however. All of the paperwork I had to do... it's confusing to no end, I tell you." France smiled a bit. Walter was far from the brightest match in a matchbox, but he had qualities, if you knew where to look for them. "My parents STILL can't accept I'm dating someone that's not white, meh, I'm over caring about all that... Just hope my sister doesn't turn out like them."
He started stretching, and France smiled. He sure had changed since she'd first met him. Originally an opportunistic, moronic, despicable, vain individual, he had turned into someone a lot more understanding and moderated, if extremely lazy at time. "How would you like to stay here tonight? The weather doesn't seem very good and your apartment isn't all that close, I'd feel better if you just stayed over."
He blushed, scratching his head. "Aww, but then you'll ask me to do chores around the house." France was unable to help herself, laughing heartily.
"Come on, is some dish washing really THAT much of a tragedy when compared to a good, warm homemade meal that *I* made just for you? " He blushed even more, making her giggle.
"Okay, so it isn't THAT bad... but.... I really wouldn't want to bother you. You remember before, when we were always at each other's throat? Sometime it feels weird to think this isn't the case anymore."
"It'll probably be the case again next time we get work and you start whining not to do your part of it." She winked, making him giggle. He raised himself, putting his hands on the armrest of France's chair, his face right in front of her own.
"I'm lazy, clumsy, stupid, ugly, and I was a complete jackass mere months ago. How do you tolerate me?" She smiled, kissing his lips softly.
"By loving you." He lifted her up her chair and wrapped his arms around her tightly. Both just stayed there, until Walter broke the silence.
"I missed you..."
"I missed you too..." She put her head on his shoulder, kissing it and resting a bit, before raising her head and looking into his eyes. "How about you come and cook with me? I do believe your cooking skills need some improvement."
"Aww, but I hate working." He said, blushing again.
"C'mon! I won't take no for an answer!" He laughed as she dragged him out of the room holding his arm. Some things never should change, and this was definitely one of them.
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"Nalemie!"
"Daddy!" Zeanig watched as the blond, frail girl hugged the muscular, bald man in front of her. Nalemie had told him about this person. For her, who considered herself not much better off than an orphan as far as family was concerned, Thomp was like the father she had always wanted, and she like the daughter he never had.
"And you are?" Thomp stopped the hug, looking at him, smiling.
"Dad, allow me to present you my boyfriend, Zeanig, or Zeig for short." She ran next to him, taking his arm in her own proudly.
"A pleasure, sir." He extended his hand, both shaking them.
"It's a pleasure to finally meet you. You know, Nalemie told me you had long hair, but I never expected it to be that long." Zeig scratched his dirty blond hair. Reaching down to the middle of his back, he had tied it into a very loose ponytail so it wouldn't bother him. "It's nice to put a face on the name I heard for so long."
"Knowing Nal, you probably did from the day we started dating, which was about one and half a year ago." Both men started laughing as Nalemie let out an 'heeeyyyyyyyyyyy', the small group walking in direction of the kitchen, from which a smell of beef and vegetable rose.
"Say, did you know France and Walter are DATING now!?" Nalemie talked as she sat on one of the chair of the small, round table, Zeanig sitting next to her. "It's really hard to believe."
"Yes, I actually saw them together not too long ago." Thomp sat in front of them both, looking at Nal. "Walter changed a lot in the last months, it's surprising to see him now."
"I bet his fashion sense is still horrible however." She giggled. She was well placed to talk, actually. For as long as anyone who knew her could remember, she had always been one to take great care of her appearance. Clothes, make up, everything was carefully selected to look in such a way that the fashion industry had absolutely everything to envy from her.
"These two were your workmates before, right?" Zeanig looked at the both of them, leaning forward.
"Technically they still are, but we haven't been asked to work all together for a while now."
"It's such a shame!" Nalemie followed. "I miss the good old time, with all of us being together..."
"At least you're safer as you currently are, right?"
Thomp froze, staring at Zeig. "...he knows?"
"He's friend with Her. Don't worry, She told him herself. It's a long story." She waved her hand and Thomp nodded, raising himself.
"If it's so, how about all three of us forget everything about that business and get on with eating? There are lots of things to talk about while we do!"
"Count me in!"
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"The Syndicate." All mods looked as Stal pointed a graph with the wooden stick he was holding, before pressing on a button to make it change. "They are among the biggest crime organizations in our land, although few ever heard of them. They specialize in spying and information thief, and are said to have spies everywhere, even in our own ranks."
He pointed to a new picture, this time, a photograph of a blond woman dressed completely in red, her face invisible. "Their leader, known only as The Boss. Ruthless. Cruel. Calculative. Every criminals who tried to work against her saw many private information about them leaked to the authorities, including a great number of proof linking them to various crimes that were previously unresolved. Nobody know her real identity."
He walked in front of them, trying to look at everyone sitting in front of him. "She also has stolen private information from us more than once, through hacking, infiltration, etc. She is also said to have an hand in some fraudulent affair. She works by her own rule, and doesn't give any care to anything else. Her word is law."
He changed the picture again. "Although she has a lot of personal working for her, our informant told us that she is mostly supported by four Agents. Their name is unknown, but we know for sure two of them are male and two are female. Their individual age is estimated to be as wide as the Teenage years to the fifties."
He pressed one more button and the picture disappeared completely, the light of the room lighting up. "They are criminals without ANY regard for law or society, only caring about the furthering of their own goals and nothing else. They MUST be discovered, arrested, and sentenced." He took a pause to take a deep breathe before continuing "Finding them will probably also mean finding critical information about many other criminal organizations. If we stop them, we'll be able to take down all of the rest of the criminal network afterward."
"You will find all of the information available in the file you received at the beginning of this meeting. Remember that it is STRICTLY confidential. It is forbidden to take these files anywhere outside of the Mod Squad. Any leak in information from your part will result in severe sanction. That is all."
"Meeting over."
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Post by Nimras on Jan 21, 2008 21:58:02 GMT -5
*snickers at the idea of Stal actually running a meeting in Mod Squad without Leoness managing to disrupt the entire line of thought simply by offering cookies*
Pretty story so far, Aeri!
I confess, I first thought of "dual" as in the kind where two people go at each other with swords or pistols (or cheese graters). Can't wait to see where you go with it!
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Post by aerisangel01 on Jan 22, 2008 7:33:23 GMT -5
*snickers at the idea of Stal actually running a meeting in Mod Squad without Leoness managing to disrupt the entire line of thought simply by offering cookies* Pretty story so far, Aeri! I confess, I first thought of "dual" as in the kind where two people go at each other with swords or pistols ( or cheese graters). Can't wait to see where you go with it! *giggle* Very funny and tempting, but I want this story to be more on the serious side ^_~ Also, I think the word you're refering to is "Duel". Pretty simillar words. Could be wrong however. xD; I know it's what is used in French for that meaning, but there's differences between French and English >.> *make note to check it out later* (EDIT: Yup, was right, it's duel =3 ) And thanks! =DD |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2008 17:21:18 GMT -5
Hey... I don't always disrupt the meetings with cookie offers....
do I? <.<;
xD
Very nice story, Aeri. A completely different style from you. I like it! =D
I won't say much about the 'plot' as such, until I've read some more. But the introduction to the characters is good ^-^
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Post by aerisangel01 on Feb 5, 2008 16:18:22 GMT -5
Yeah, I know I said it'd be weekly, things came up, 'nuff said
Chapter 2 – Oblivious Truth
Aerisa caressed her lover's cheek as he slept. He was so adorable, laying like that. So innocent, so defenseless... she kissed his lips, careful not to wake him up. He was a great husband, better than anything she could ever have dreamt about. He was her greatest joy in this whole world...
But she was a bad wife. She put her hand on his forehead, putting mental blocks and a strong sleep spell over him. She had discovered some time ago how to block their soul bond for a time, one of the many secret she had never told him. He didn't need to know. Just as he didn't need to feel her being ruthless and cruel. He also didn't need to wake up in the middle of the night to find her gone. With luck, she would be back before morning, and she would be in his arms when he would awake.
She kissed his forehead before jumping off the bed and leaving the room without turning back... she had work to do.
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Crimson. Color of blood. Color of violence. Of power. A color that fitted The Boss like a charm. The rain had calmed itself since earlier in the day, but some small drops still fell and the wind was still harsh. She had put one of her especially long and thick cape to protect herself from them, an hood over her head. Under it, a beautiful crimson dress with boots and gloves of the same color. Not one part of her skin showing anywhere, her face under a constant shadow, some mere trends of blond hair leaving the hood.
"You're late, Boss."
"Be glad I even came, Commander. Few ever got the chance of seeing me in person." The man in front of her crossed his arms. Jet black hair, a goatee, a green and black armor... Strife or The Commander, leader of the still infamous Spacefleet.
"If it's so, why did you come instead of sending an underling?" She chuckled an evil laugh.
"Because I was curious. All of these talks you made recently about the Spacefleet turning out to the good side... and then you ask to meet me, a full fledged Crimelord... Either you are a fool, or you want to play a double game..." In truth, the reason was a lot more personal. She knew him as her real self, and she was concerned. The games of Crime wasn't one she wanted any of her relatives to play, especially not him, who already had a natural inclination toward them. But she couldn't exactly SAY that. Good thing she was used to playing along in front of people she knew, and able to change her voice...
He snorted. "I do want to become an honest citizen." He said. "I and the whole of Spacefleet want to PROTECT this planet. However, I know there are MANY who would love to stop us. Some even tried already, thankfully without much success..."
"But you know that nobody is invincible and they may eventually succeed, hmm? And so you want information on all who plan to attack you in order to better defend yourself?" She saw him make a face, looking at her suspiciously. "Oh please, don't tell me you're suspecting me of being up to anything! I've been in this domain for how long? I've heard EVERY excuses, neither you nor your reasons are anything new to me."
A part of him seemed to relax, while another seemed to be holding his rage. Still, he didn't try anything. "How much?"
"The price is set by me depending on how much I believe it is worth. The easier to find, the less expensive it is. The harder, the pricier. You need to pay more for critical information than mundane ones. You may pay for information you already know, but you are bound to get some real gems as well."
"And how do I know it'll be worth it?" He said it practically as an attack, but she ignored the negative connotation he had given it.
"Because I know full well that you won't buy anymore if you are unsatisfied." That was actually true, and one of her golden rule. Strife stopped to think a bit when...
"POLICE!" She growled as agents of the law started circling the both on them.
"Was this YOUR doing!?" She spat at him, but she could only notice he looked as shocked as she was.
"Cooperate and you won't be hurt!" One of the man screamed, holding a gun in front of himself as were doing all agents around Strife and The Boss. Both stared for some time until The Boss started raising her hands in the air, very, very slowly...
"GOOD LUCK TO YOU!" Before they could do anything she threw something on the ground, and a thick cloud of smoke rose.
"FIRE!" A light shield appeared in the smoke, invisible to all outside, protecting her from the bullets coming her way. She didn't look how Strife was faring. She didn't care. In these situation, it was each for himself. Even if he was arrested, he would fare better than SHE would. She rushed, holding her magical shield up, until she arrived at the end of the smoke...
She jumped, using one of the policeman to get herself higher in the air. She twirled, sending something else toward the ground next to a group of agent...
"DUCK! IT'S A.." The bomb exploded before he could finish, sending many of the policemen to the ground. She landed, immediately running in direction of the nearby forest. The explosion had delayed the cops greatly, but it had hit her as well. She needed to get to safety, FAST....
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Walter sighed happily, his head resting on France's shoulder. A warm bed, a comfy spot, what more could he ask for? Both jumped when they heard a loud BANG on the door, which came back soon after, this time accompanied with the sound of it bursting open. France quickly grabbed the gun under her bed, putting a bathrobe on as she looked at Walter. "Stay there."
Before he could object, she had left the room. She walked silently in direction of the kitchen, where she was sure the sound was coming from. A moan rose from it, and she jumped forward, her gun ready in front of herself. "FREEZE!"
She saw a blond woman with a red dress, fall on the kitchen table, desperately trying to keep standing, and her eyes turned wide. "BOSS!" She threw her gun on a nearby coffee table, running in direction of her employer, taking her in her arms as she helped her to a chair, noticing fresh blood dripping from her forehead.. "Boss, are you okay!? WALTER! GET THE EMERGENCY KIT!"
France ripped the blond wig off of her Boss' head, making wavy, white and red hair emerge from it. "Hang on, Aerisa..." She started removing her cape to allow her an easier breathing, but she felt her grab her arm.
"Get Thomp and Nal..." Her grasp lightened as she fainted.
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Thomp looked at the hour when the phone rang. 2 am. This was, in his opinion, a godawful hour to call, but he decided to answer the phone, just in case it was something important...
"Hello?"
"THOMP!" France's voice rose from the other end of the phone, making Thomp jump.
"France!? Why are you calling me at this hour!?"
"Doesn't matter right now, do you know where Nal is?"
"She's here actually, we had supper together with her boyfriend and she decided to stay in the guest room rather than go out in the storm, what's wrong?"
"SHE is here. Both of you get over, IT'S URGENT." The phone hung up, and Thomp sighed, putting it back at it's place, quickly getting dressed. It had been a while since anything like that had happened... they were back in service.
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Both Nalemie and Zeanig were sleeping peacefully when the door of their room burst open. "NAL! Get dressed!"
"Mriweh!?" She got clothes in her face, taking them away to look at Thomp. "What's happening?"
"France called. We need to go." Nalemie nodded, jumping up and putting on the clothes Thomp had given her.
"Nal, what's going on!?" Zeanig sat on the bed, staring at both Thomp and Nalemie confusedly. She hugging him, kissing his lips.
"You stay here, I'll contact you later, promise."
"But.."
"Let's go!" He watched as Nalemie left the room, Thomp giving him a curt nod before closing the door behind himself. He grabbed his head, sighing. The days of safety were over...
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"How is she?" Nal took France's hands in her own. She and Thomp had only just learnt what had happened to their boss.
"Alright. She is in shock and even fainted from it, but she isn't too injured, other than a wound on her forehead."
"Do you or Walter know what happened?" Thomp stepped forward, crossing his arms. France only shook her head.
"She absolutely refused to say anything until all of us would be there. She's in the living room right now, come on." Both followed her, entering the living room. Walter was sitting on a chair, watching their boss eat a warm soup, half lying on a sofa. For once, she wasn't in her boss attire, and the cause was easy to see. A big bandage ran around her head, with some smaller ones being here and there, notably one on her right shoulder. She made a sign for them to all sit in a circle around her, and they did.
One thing that was especially easy to notice currently, Nalemie thought, was how she was younger than all of them. Barely out of her teenage years, even though she didn't look much older than that, either(although she was). While all knew how fearsome she was at time, seeing her like that, especially with her bandages, they couldn't help soften up. "Aeri, what happen?" Their boss never tolerated them calling her by her real name when she was dressed up, but now that she was dressed normally, they'd be able to get more personal, it was at least that.
The girl took one sip of her soup before talking, not looking at the four agents around her. "I was sold out."
An uneasy silence settled, before one voice said the question all wanted to know. "How?"
"I don't know. I was meeting with The Commander. Said he wanted to buy information about those planning to hurt him and his organization, when cops surrounded us... I managed to escape but I was hurt by the bomb I used to distract them."
She continued eating as the silence remained, but France soon took the attention. "Do you think it was the work of The Commander?"
"I'm not canceling out that possibility. But I'm not betting too much on it, either. He seemed equally surprised as me when the cops arrived, and they shot while he was still in the line of fire. No respectable law agents would ever do anything that risk to hurt one of their informant."
"Who else do you suggest, then?"
"The three. I can definitely see them benefiting from me being out of the picture." She ate some more soup as the agents looked at each other.
"But how could THEY have found information about us?" Walter spoke for the first time, a little frightful(their boss never had the habit of being tender to him in the past), struggling to look directly at her.
"That is the critical question, Walt." She turned herself, looking at all four of them. "You are my four best agents. You have proved yourself trustworthy time and time again in the past. I KNOW I can count on you. I want you to try and find out WHO betrayed me, WHY they did it, and HOW they did it. I don't care what you do to find out, do everything you think necessary. Any useful information you can give me will result in DOUBLE your pay, for ALL of you. Maybe even triple."
"And when we've found everything out, what happens?" France asked. An evil smirk appeared on their boss' young face.
"We make sure they get a hell to pay..."
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Post by Amneiger on Feb 15, 2008 0:17:29 GMT -5
I totally trust the Commander.  |
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