@DigiDestined: [ SHE'S ALREADY THERE ]
@SamJaz: @Manami: @sarah morgan: @Sonata:
[ POSTED ]
[ AND LUCKY YOU GUYS ]
[ A BIG LONG LOOK INTO MY DAILY LIFE ]
@SamJaz: @DigiDestined: @sarah morgan:
Taylor found the young brunette in green in a very sticky situation. She struggled against the mud, but the more she fought, the thicker it got.
Yep, she was screwed.
"Hey!" She shouted. "Thank goodness, gimme a hand!"
Taylor blinked, eyeing the girl up.
"Where's your pokemon?" He asked in a charismatic voice, stepping forward towards her and looking around.
"I lost it when the... when the pinsir were chasing me..." The girl said, and a slow terror fell upon her, adding to her already bad situation. "I lost my rental pokemon... And... my pokeballs..."
The girl stopped struggling, just standing there, waist deep in the mud, on the verge of breaking down into tears.
"I'll be expelled..." She realised. "As soon as I get out of here I'll be expelled..."
Taylor thought the situation over.
He could leave her here.
Or, he could be a nice guy and help out.
Well, nice guys finish last, so why should he?
Because he was the world's greatest looser.
"No, you're not." Taylor said, kneeling down at the edge of the mud pit. "I'm going to help you out of this, and then I'll catch a pokemon for you." He explained, speaking slowly and clearly while she hung onto every word. "It'll be hard, but if we work together we can catch enough pokemon for us both to pass and everything will be fine. But you'll have to do what I say and trust me."
The brunette looked at the young man.
He was pretty good looking, a bit skinny, but he had that determined look that told her he would never let her down.
She reached out her hand. "Okay." She said, calming down significantly. "My name's Yuki."
"Yuki." Taylor said, nodding. "That's a nice name, My name's Taylor."
"Taylor." She repeated, smiling.
Taylor stood up and brought his palms together, and what he did next would change Yuki's life forever.
Pulling his palms apart, a massive screw formed. It was a little thicker than a snooker cue, and once Taylor was finished, about as long. He flipped it in his hand, grabbing the sharp point, and held out the flat end towards Yuki.
She was astonished. "H-how did you..." She asked, her hands slowly moving towards the screw.
Taylor pulled the screw upwards at the last second, holding it above her head, just out of her reach.
Then his smile grew sinister.
[ TAKE YOUR SHIRT OFF ]
Yuki blinked. "Wh-wha?!"
[ YOU CAN GET OUT OF THAT MUD MY WAY AND STAY IN SCHOOL, OR STAY THERE AND GET SENT HOME ]
[ YOUR CHOICE ]
Yuki was terrified.
She was disgusted.
Bringing her shaking, stained hands down, she slowly undid the buttons of her green blouse, gaining speed as she rushed the garment open and pulled it off her shoulder. "Like what you see then, huh?" She snapped, one hand covering her bra and the other holding onto the blouse.
[ PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE SLEEVES AND WRAP YOUR SHIRT TIGHT AROUND THEM ]
She blinked, then looked at the screw.
That spiral running around it... there was no way she could hold onto that with her bare hands. Even if she could grip it, it'd tear her flesh to pieces as he pulled her out.
Taylor really was trying to help.
"S-Sorry about that..." She said, wrapping the muddy cloth around her hands like he said, feeling a bit foolish. Within moments, the shirt was around her fists like a pair of handcuffs. "Ready." She said, holding them up above her head.
Taylor bent his legs, aiming the screw and hooking the wide head through her arms and pulling back to catch her wrists.
[ GOTCHA ]
Heaving with all his might, Taylor pulled. There was a squelching sound as Yuki was slowly lifted out of the mud, but Taylor's less than amazing physique meant that before Yuki was half-way out of the hole, she'd fallen flat on her face in the mud.
Pulling like a fisherman, Taylor dragged her through the mud and onto the shore, rolling her onto her back and wiping some of the mud from her face.
[ YOU OKAY? ]
Taylor asked her, to which she slowly nodded.
"Yeah... thank you..."
[ DO YOU TRUST ME? ]
Yuki nodded again, a bit subdued from the experience.
[ WANNA GO CATCH SOME POKÉMON? ]
Yuki nodded, gettiing to her feet and wiping the worst of the mud off her chest before she started to untangle her shirt.
Then she felt Taylor's hand on her thigh. "HEY!"
[ JUST HELPING GET THE MUD OFF BEFORE IT HARDENS. ] Taylor pointed out.
Yuki glared, then slowed down her breathing. "Oh... thanks..."
This guy was weird.
But he saved her.
And he was going to help her stay in school.
She needed to give this guy the benefit of the doubt more.
Down below her waistline, Taylor grinned.
He'd scouted her weaknesses and manipulated them perfectly.
By the end of the day, Yuki would be one of his most devoted followers.
The first of his special class in this school.
Class Minus 13.
@taylor: @Sonata: @DigiDestined: @sarah morgan:
Taylor found himself impaled on a tree, clutching his rattata's heavyball.
Snapping the branch, falling on the ground, he rolled about on his broken limbs and then erased the damage.
He really did have the worst luck.
Just as he said that, however, a golden machop appeared in front of him.
He grinned. Reaching for a pokeball, but the machop used low kick, snapping his shin bone and ran away from him. leaving him to bleed.
But Taylor was used to losing pathetically.
He got up, erasing the wound and set off, following the sound of some teenage girl screaming about how her blouse was covered in filth.
@Masterofdeath: @taylor: @SamJaz: @Jlynnana: @Sonata:
Taylor rubbed his sore head where Kita had smacked him for trying to help.
Then her attention was on the new guy in black. Something about a second trial?
Whatever. He'd probably lose anyways.
@Masterofdeath: @taylor: @SamJaz: @Jlynnana: @Sonata:
Taylor smiled, nursing his bleeding head.
[ I'M FINE, REALLY ]
[ IT'S NOT THE FIRST TIME I'VE BEEN TREATED THIS WAY ]
[ I'M JUST NATURALLY HATED LIKE THIS ]
Seeing that he wasn't getting the sympathy he was hoping from the two ladies, he got up and listened to what Kita had to say, when it came to waiting for a guide, Taylor made an executive decision.
Putting on a serious glare, Taylor pointed dramatically in a random direction, over the lake of lava.
[ THIS WAY! ]
[ I CAN SMELL DIRECTION! ]
@Sonata: @Jlynnana: @Masterofdeath:
Taylor stood outside the black sphere, admiring the malevolence emanating from within.
He could not be bothered trying to break inside, far more trouble than it was worth. Instead, he turned around the Hagane and Abyss.
[ SO... WHO WANTS CUPCAKES? ]
Taylor stopped in his advances.
Then he cried.
His tears flowed freely as a smile grew on his face.
That was the first time he’d been graded an A for anything in his entire life.
As he composed himself, he noticed a lot of melee happening around him.
Demons with big heavy weapons.
Scared and panicked grunt soldiers.
Lots of weaknesses to exploit.
Wiping his face with his sleeve, Taylor prepared two large screws.
Ever since he erased his own Presence back in Shinjuku, people that can sense energy ignored him in crowds or groups.
Like right now, everyone was fighting the lady or the other guy, but ignoring Taylor himself.
Their backs were turned to him, and they were inviting targets for his screws.
He stepped in and stabbed.
Taylor blinked, getting to his feet.
He remembered getting hit by that bus after getting pushed off that building he was playing chicken on...
If he had to describe his surroundings, the overwhelming consensus would be "On fire."
Applying some conjecture, Taylor quickly decided that he must be in that place most bad people go when they die.
He refused to use the English name for the place, as he was convinced that this lake of fire and brimstone couldn't hold a candle to that classroom he entered every other time he died.
But, while he was grateful for the pleasant change of scenery, the question still remained-
What was he doing here?
He decided to start his investigation with the black-clad woman who just came through that ominous doorway of malevolence.
And, being Taylor, addressed her with the most respectful words he could muster in the presence of a lady.
[ HELLLLOOOOOOOOO NURSE! ]
Taylor looked at the screeching Raveena, then at Manami.
Then he began to have the strangest... urges...
He stretched out his finger and, flicking it against seemingly thin air, sliced it cleanly off at the knuckle.
Contrary to popular opinion, Taylor was not a fan of dying for the sake of it.
Yet, there were some very primal parts of his instincts telling Taylor to do what Raveena was saying and chop himself up in an attempt to kill Tavi.
There was only one thing for it.
Taylor erased his own libido.
Feeling the urges subside and his attraction for the fine ladies in the room wither and die, Taylor's smile faded.
[ SHANT. ]
Taylor turned around to face Raveena with a look that could kill in his eyes.
In erasing his own sexual urges, he also erased any hold that Raveena could ever place upon his free will.
She was powerless to control him.
But, he was not happy with the move he had been forced to make, and Taylor would make sure that someone would pay.
Who knows? Maybe a bit of sadism could rekindle that extinguished flame.
[ DID YOU KNOW..?]
[ ONE OF MY ABILITIES IS TO TURN MY OWN BODILY FLUIDS INTO SCREWS. ]
Looking around the room, there wasn't a person in there whose clothes weren't stained in Taylor's stomach juices or blood.
A large screw erupted from the knuckle previously housing Taylor's index finger. The pseudo-digit wrapped itself around a few strands of razor wire, then twisted, pulling the threads tighter and tighter as they began to close in on those in the room.
[ JUST KIDDING ]
[ THAT WOULD BE A SILLY POWER ]
[ OF COURSE I DON'T SUMMON SCREWS FROM MY STOMACH ACID ]
Taylor pulled on the razor web violently, closing the deadly net around everyone in the room, including him.
Blood stained the ceiling, walls, and floors as humans were turned into mincemeat.
[ OH NO ]
[ MY KITTY ]
[ HOW TRAGIC ]
[ THIS IS THE SADDEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE ]
[ I DON'T THINK I CAN EVER RECOVER FROM THIS EMOTIONAL TRAUMA ]
[ I NEED TO LET THESE BAD FEELINGS OUT SOMEHOW... ]
Taylor turned to a small shrine and, picking up a discarded assault rifle, walked inside, hoping to find some remaining cultists.
[ C'MERE KITTY KITTY KITTY ]
Taylor peeled his crumpled frame from the ground and addressed Arashi
As soon as these words escaped Taylor's lip's, thousands of curving, giant screws rose to pierce, penetrate, and subdue Arashi. Many curved over him, forming a massive net of metal as many Book maker screws moved in to pierce the lord Tengu,
[ AND YOU CAN BE CAPTURED ]
[ THEREFORE ]
[ YOU ARE NOT THE WIND ]
Taylor smirked, watching as screws burst from the other screws. A spiders web of metal to debilitate and enfeeble any opponent.
There was only one person who could get up after an attack like that.
And he was the one behind it.