Re: Brilliant Ideas [closed] « Result #2 on Oct 4, 2009, 7:56pm »
Walter stares at Peter.
"Don't be silly, son," he chastises him. "Pants would have no affect on the results whatsoever."
Luckily for Peter, Walter detaches himself and begins pacing the hallway. His hands are up in front of him, gesturing around as he thinks.
"Now, we're going to need a container big enough to hold the ingredients, but small enough to fit inside another container!" he says, switching his thought processes from internal to vocalized. "And we'll need sodium chloride.... And milk, that's a must. You did have Gene shipped from my lab, didn't you?"
He stops pacing, looking back up at Peter, who's still covering his eyes.
"Honestly, Peter," he says, shaking his head. "You should be writing this down! If my state of undress bothered you so badly, you should have said something!"
With that, he opens the door to a coat closet, removing one of his lab coats and putting it on. He zips it closed so he is no longer exposed.
"Oh," he says, grinning to himself. "I'd forgotten what the rough threading feels like on bare skin. Quite pleasing, if I do say so myself....
"...And the soda will need pure cane sugar, just a smudge of live yeast...."
Re: Brilliant Ideas [closed] « Result #3 on Oct 3, 2009, 12:01am »
Hand still over his eyes, just for his own sanity, Peter has to fight the urge to shake Walter when he finally explains his… wonderful idea. Mainly because if he shook Walter, he would have to take his hand away from his eyes, and plus… he would be shaking a nude Walter, which just seems like a bad idea to him. So he stays put.
Well, that, and he’s trying not to react to the very loud discussion of his penis after it was circumcised. You’d think by now he’d be used to this sort of thing. You’d think it wouldn’t make him want to move back to Iraq. You’d be, sadly, mistaken.
“I can’t imagine how I didn’t think of that, as appetizing as all this talk of nudity is,” Peter mutters, trying to figure out how to detach Walter from him without removing his hand from his eyes. Somehow, it seems to hi as though this scene has played out before…
“That is a fantastic idea, Walter,” he says finally, tone flat. “Sounds like something best made wearing pants.”
Re: Brilliant Ideas [closed] « Result #4 on Oct 2, 2009, 11:46pm »
Walter stops running around when he sees Peter, blinking rapidly at him. He looks down at his body, seeming to realize his state of undress for the first time.
"Don't be a prude, nudity is perfectly natural, Peter," he assures his son. "No need to be ashamed! Why, I remember your penis after it was circumcised. It was all inflamed and looked just like a shrimp cocktail...."
He trails off, forgetting that line of thought in favor of his brilliant idea.
"Oh, but never mind that!" he says, smiling as walks up to Peter and grabs his shoulders. "I have the most brilliant idea son! Imagine for a moment if you reversed a root beer float. No, no, just think about it! Root beer ice cream... and vanilla soda!"
His face is lit up in a grin by the time he finishes, looking just about ready to jump out of his skin. How could no one have thought of it before??
Re: Brilliant Ideas [closed] « Result #5 on Oct 2, 2009, 11:35pm »
Somehow, Peter knew this would happen.
It took a week to convince Walter to move to this place- a freaking mansion, for the love of God, why the man wouldn’t want to live here, Peter has no idea- but they’re here. Peter finally has his own room. Before, he’d had to live in that one-bedroom place with Walter, where his only hope of sleep was dozing in the bathtub. It was that, or row, row, row your boat for six hours.
But not in this place. In this place, not only do they have separate rooms, they have security. Which means that Walter can’t just… wander off. Well, that’s not true, he can wander off and does it quite often. What it means is that when Walter wanders off, they have footage of it to examine later when Peter has to go find him at the carnival or mardi gras, contemplating beads that Peter really doesn’t want to know the origins of.
But at least he has his own room, right? And a chance… amazingly enough… to sleep. Finally, after a day spent enjoying the wonders of world-saving, complete with massive amounts of goo and insanity (the last part care of Walter himself, not so much the marsupials).
Or he thought he had a chance… until he hears the man himself, out in the foyer. Shouting. For him.
Groaning, Peter dragged himself out of bed, pulls some pants on, and wanders out into the hallway, looking down over the foyer, praying that it’s not about root beer this time… “Jesus Christ, Walter,” he swears, seeing his father and immediately averting his eyes. He throws a hand over them, too, for good measure. “Whatever this is, it better be world-ending.” He pauses, changing his mind about that. “On second thought, scratch that, if the world is ending you still need to put pants on.”
t h e d a r k a g e { dark/fantasy/futuristic } « Result #6 on Aug 28, 2009, 6:30pm »
During the summer of 2009 took place unexplained events such as the appearance of a strange creature in the middle of the streets of Manhattan and terminated less than two hours after its appearance. Other shocking events have preceded this, but not least was the most memorable after appearing on the scene of a non identificated group. Currently this section is missing from all military files. It's not clear what happened but during the winter of that year a group of archaeologists has discovered an ancient rune on the wall of an old slaughterhouse just outside of the same sighting place.
Two years after this happened what the humanity is not yet able to explain. For who had been able to understand this for half, is came to the knowledge of a prophecy: the apocalypse that descends through a harbinger. Skepticism was the first and last human attempt to protect by the truth. Everything began with a series of unexplained suicides. Individuals leaving messages about the end of the world and followed by brutal scenes of unprecedented rituals or mysterious disappearances. The madness has begun to spill into the streets. When everything has started deteriorating, the world was something formless and contorted. Humanity seemed to have corroded in a terrible and violent stage of desperation, unconscious and inexplicable. Things get complicated when a violent earthquake begun to expand into every area of the world, razing to the ground cities and even entire continents crushed into piles of rubble. Destruction leads to desperation and hunger. In a short time, each city is transformed into a pile of old ruins. The largest cities such as New York are the last bastion for the survivors, a military organization formed by survivors provide for rescue missions, the p. r. t . f .( Paranormal , Research , Task , Force ) , even if the members of this team seem to belong to the most unthinkable kinds ... and some unknown. Occultists, scientists, soldiers ... but not always human ... Other unexplained events alternate with the ceaseless shocks of an earthquake, the sun is obscured and the sky stains of purple. Diseases and plagues never experienced before, exterminated survivors crowds. In particular a virus transmissible from the water now totally polluted by a strange substance like purple seas and rivers ....
Demons that have gone out of the entrails of the hell, angels that fall down of the sky, monsters that begin to cause the chaos on the face of a earth that little by little goes being destroyed. Only those beings that lived in the past will re-live to fight against the key that has opened the doors of the hell...
This time , many worlds will meet ... Who will fight for the salvation? If the world had learned that two years before a creature declared legend has only heard the prophecy of the end of the world said to be as a legendary, perhaps things would have followed another path ...
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RUNNING WITH THE DEVIL « Result #7 on Jul 21, 2009, 5:01pm »
Loups-Garoux; lycanthropes; werewolves; homo lupus. Whatever you want to call them, they're hardly new to France. But these secretive, cautious creatures have never been so exposed, and never have they been in such dire need of help. A new virus has hit them, and hit them hard. The slang term for it is werewolf rabies, and it's a fairly accurate judg- ment. It turns a creature already prone to savagery into a true beast, incapable of control. Angry, nerves pulled taut, there's something wrong with their minds. One moment they may be fine, the next they maul without warning. They can't help themselves. They're sick.
They've gone to the government for help, after so many years of careful secrecy, as they had no one else to turn to. They submitted infected wolves for testing, and the government made their existence public. The public backlashed hard; no one wants to learn that their beloved child's kindergarten teacher is actually a bloodthirsty wolf. All werewolves have been given a demand to register. No one wants to be locked in a cage at night and forced to endure public hate whenever they have to flash their shiny new identification cards. With the government chasing them around by their tails, and the public in outrage, terrified of the monsters in their midst, what can they do?
When you corner an animal, they're bound to attack back.
Dark Pretenses « Result #9 on Jul 18, 2009, 4:58am »
Welcome to the University of Reading.
Home to famed research departments, lively students, and amazing career oppertunities.
Oh, and some vampires, witches, and shapeshifters.
As humans we have always been concerned with 'the other', what else is 'out there'. Well, aliens don't exist, but some of the creatures of myths and legends do. The majority of humans live completely unaware of the supernatural creatures living amongst them. The only difference between humans and these creatures? A slight difference in genetics which means that vampires need to drink blood to survive, witches can perform magic and shapeshifters can shapeshift into different animals.
Of course not everyone sees these creatures as 'just different genetics'. The few humans that do know that they exist consider them to be evil and dangerous, and have banded together to form groups of hunters, killing any they find. It isn't much of a suprise then to find that vampires, witches and shapeshifters keep themselves to themselves, pretending to be human.
For decades the students and employees of the University of Reading have been doing just that. Many families have convinced their children to go to their old University because Reading has been 'safe' for so long. Unfortunatly all good things come to an end, and it seems that a group of hunters has arrived in Reading over the summer.
The question is...who will you be?
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Re: DOOM... again? « Result #10 on Jul 13, 2009, 4:57pm »
No longer smiling, Flauros watches Stoke's blood fall onto the circle and hiss, feeling the reverberations of power it sends through the circle that's keeping him here, halfway between Hell and Earth. The blood hits the correct spot, exactly, and Flauros can't help but be slightly disappointed. If it'd been just a little right or left of center... but it's not, and this deal will work for him. He knew it wouldn't be. No use wishing for things that will never be.
Stoke's blood seals his half of the pact; Flauros spends a moment savoring this, wondering how often this particular summoner's blood is spilled. Not often, he imagines. And here he is, using it to cage in a demon with his bond. Of course, every cage built around demons has its loopholes, and they are always found. But Flauros has the feeling Stoke is well aware of that. Perhaps he hopes that allowing Flauros to do what he wishes when he's not on call will keep him from directing destructive energies at Stoke's plans. Maybe he'll be somewhat right. Who knows? Flauros hasn't made up his mind, yet.
"We do, son of Ydral," he says, voice low as he stares intently at Stoke. He repeats the name less out of wanting to annoy the man and more to be certain this is official. His name isn't truly Stoke, after all. He wonders if the man is aware of that himself. Well, 'man.' "We have a deal. On this my word is binding."
Strangely, though it's over... nothing happens. Nothing huge and blinding, like when he'd appeared; it's rather anticlimactic, actually. But Flauros can feel the shift in the atmosphere as the air in the circle that had come up with him is finally allowed out of the confined area, mixing with the air outside the circle. Slowly, his smile returns. He spends a moment staring down at the bloody line on the floor before taking a step over it into the outer room, fully corporeal now. And out of Hell for one hundred thousand years. Yes, he'd say he has a reason or two to be smiling.
After a moment he looks up from his feet, staring up at Stoke, who is a good bit taller than him in this form. But then again, Flauros appears as a teenage boy. He stares at the summoner for a moment, red eyes searching, before his smile returns, a less comforting expression than staring was. "What's first, boss?"
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