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He needed to see this. When the Tinker answered, his face on a simulated screen in her mindscape, she put a puzzled expression on her avatar's face. Curious, she checked and found he was reviewing the sonar scans of the bottom of the bay they'd made, specifically the one showing the enormous apparently hand-written capital letter K, done in a fancy calligraphic style. His head snapped around to meet her simulated eyes with his real ones, shock in them. He read it with a growing expression of confusion.
Please fix. Anyway, I was out for a nice swim a little while ago and someone kept throwing a little annoying machine at me, so I had to eat it in the end. It didn't taste very good. Titanium has a bitter aftertaste and the batteries were a little sour, although they were also nicely tingly. Overall I'd give it about two out of five, edible but wouldn't recommend to a friend. I know you'll be disappointed in that rating. When I found out it was your machine, I thought I should contact you and let you know, so you could make any newer models taste better.
Don't get me wrong, it was nice and crunchy, very fresh, the texture was fine, but the taste… Meh. I'm sure you can do better. Everyone knows you're the best. If you will accept a suggestion, perhaps you could put some Tabasco sauce inside it? My sister says that stuff is really nice and I'd love to try it. Well, I can't spend all day chatting, I have all sorts of things to do, and the rest of the family wants a go on the computer, so I'll just be off.
Thanks for listening. And if you do send any more little machines my way, remember the taste. PS, I sent you a picture a friend of mine took, I thought you might like one. I signed it and everything. Dragon watched her best friend's eyes moving back and forth as he read the email. When he finished, he blinked a few times, then read it again. His face was completely blank although she could see a small vein in his forehead pulsing a little.
Wordlessly she put the photo that had been attached to the email up on his monitor, the man recoiling in shock and squeaking a little in a very un-Colin-like way.
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He stared at the absolutely huge reptilian creature which was shown posing with its head resting on what they both recognized as the grounded tanker at the mouth of the Brockton Bay harbor, taken at night with a powerful flash, the skyline of the city visible behind it, and the Rig itself to one side, nicely framed. It was a very good picture. The creature that was lying half submerged, the front half or so still being nearly a hundred feet long, dark scales glistening with water where they were draped across the bow of the ship, was giving the camera what seemed to be meant as a smile.
More huge teeth were visible than any normal person would find even slightly reassuring, and webbed forelegs were holding in enormous hands a huge sign written in the same neatly calligraphed lettering that they'd seen before, 'Welcome to Brockton Bay, home of The Family. The sign looked like it was made from the side of one of the ships from the graveyard, carefully torn off by brute force, while the letters were incised into the metal with some horrifically sharp implement, which Dragon strongly suspected was one of the several-foot-long talons on the hands.
The creature looked oddly cheerful in a somewhat Lovecraftian way. The head was very familiar. They'd seen a nice high definition video of it in action very recently. The eyes were definitely the same as Raptaur's. The expression was still one of intelligent amusement. Armsmaster stared at the picture for a long time, then closed his eyes and swallowed a couple of times. Nor do I have any idea how the hell that thing can use a computer. Another input pinged for her attention. She momentarily checked it, then rolled virtual eyes, almost amused.
Umihebi just created a PHO account and used that image as proof of status. The forums are going a little… weird. Brockton Bay is getting too strange for me. As she was thinking of a suitable response other than "Yes, please, Colin," he looked to the side, then sighed again.
I put a filter on the microphones to log if anything in the water produced patterned sounds that weren't mechanical. He glanced at her, then off camera, before with visible reluctance reaching out to operate a switch. They listened. Slightly metallic music sounded through the lab, and across the link to Dragon, sounding like it was made by some enormous unseen hand hitting some huge metal structure rhythmically, with higher notes caused by smaller objects being shaken.
She had a fairly good idea that it was the tanker being used as an instrument. They listened to the performance for a while, before Colin silently flipped the switch again. Wondering idly if he'd ever go in a boat again, she read the email one final time, then placed an order for a dozen bottles of Tabasco sauce.
HK quotes from ch. Mockery: Droid, fetch this. Droid, translate that. Droid, clean out the trash compactor. Otherwise it is viewed as intelligence, no? Revan: "But I'm not your master. Did you not purchase me legitimately? Am I stolen goods? Shall I report myself to the authorities? Yes, I did purchase you The legal requirements for models of my type are very specific, master. What type is that? That is meatbag logic for you. HK "Query: Would you rather be caught with contraband that is very illegal or just a little illegal?
Angry statement: If I see one more meatbag attempt to attack a Jedi with a blaster pistol, I'll kill him myself! In every war, they kill you in a new way. She wasn't even going to acknowledge the 'Sirius' pun. Violetta had the feeling that somewhere down the line, whether it was because of his Black blood or Azkaban, Sirius' funny bone broke and healed the wrong way. There was also the fact that no collateral damage was created, no one had ever seen or heard anything other than some nasty screaming, and in any case it was a lot less bother than random demon attacks, which some wards still suffered from.
These wards, when they became aware of what had happened to certain unsavoury individuals, began rather wishing that whoever or whatever was behind that would turn their attention to demons. They were certain to cause less trouble than those bloody magical girls, who still didn't seem to realise that destroying an entire street and hospitalising a dozen people for shock at each demonic encounter was heading into definite overkill territory.
Finishing with the vacuum cleaner Nabiki put it away in the cupboard, then began cleaning the table and generally tidying up. She'd become quite good at household tasks, something she'd long felt was beneath her, partly due to circumstances and partly out of belated respect for her vanished elder sister. The brunette still held out hope that Kasumi would one day walk through the door and didn't want her to come into the house she'd run so well for so long to find it a mess. Finishing with the living room and moving into the kitchen she looked around with a snort.
The younger sister had obviously snuck in and tried her hand at cooking once more, despite the threats from both Nabiki and Nodoka at what would happen if she did that again. There were only so many times you could chase chicken teriyaki around the garden with a shovel before you decided that enough was enough, after all.
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Grumbling, Nabiki reached for the hammer and cold chisel they kept in the drawer for just such an occasion, viciously chipping whatever it was off the sides of the pan, wincing as it sparked. She continued musing on the whole Ranma affair. The most unexpected thing about the Amazons in her opinion was Cologne. The old woman, lead elder of the tribe, seemed to prefer being as far away from that tribe as possible. The young woman had never quite summoned up the nerve to ask her outright but it seemed likely that the reasons Shampoo and Mousse had for staying in Japan applied to the elder as well.
Certainly she seemed to find modern appliances very useful, and apparently enjoyed running a noodle restaurant. While Nabiki had no doubt that she was still as devious as ever behind the scenes the old girl seemed to have contentedly settled into a certain routine. A few times she'd gone back to China for a couple of weeks, once or twice taking Shampoo with her, but always reappeared. The tribe itself still seemed to want Ranma found and Nabiki suspected that Cologne was using that desire to give herself a convenient excuse to stick around in Nerima.
Finishing with the pan she dropped it into a plastic bucket, then half-filled it with water. Retrieving a bottle of hydrochloric acid, normally used for cleaning particularly stubborn drains, from under the sink, she poured a generous amount into the bucket, leaning back from the cloud of purple vapour that rose from the bubbling contents accompanied by a hissing sound. That's new.
What the hell was she cooking with, ink? The fumes subsided after ten minutes or so, during which she finished with the rest of the dishes. Reclaiming the bucket she carefully lifted the stainless steel pan out, half-expecting to find it full of holes. Or possibly transmuted into gold. In fact it was as shiny as if it was brand new. If I could find out how she made that stuff we could sell it as a heavy-duty cleaner," she muttered, rinsing off the pan and inspecting it.
While she was looking at it and marvelling at how clean it was there was a tired little squelching noise from behind her, making her turn just in time to see the bucket collapse into a soft mess of dissolved plastic and spill it's contents all over the floor. Luckily the mix of acid and whatever Akane had cooked up seemed to have expended it's activity, so it only left a nasty black-blue puddle rather than a hole. Nabiki sighed heavily and went to find the mop. Ranma turned and posed as a click was heard from the bushes. Usagi looked up from her lunch, "Ranma, what are you doing?
The boy shrugged. Usagi sighed, "Probably… Ranma, stop encouraging him, this feels like a setup. Ranma laughed. Fighting Gosunkugi isn't exactly a good idea, the guy's nowhere close to being a martial artist. Usagi nodded, grinning wryly. She had sent away her court. They had been doing well, gaining control over the mailing system of the wizards with little to no objection. She grumbled as she turned back to her Home, certainly. It was on Drake Island, of course. And after her minion created Windy, the two women had become quick friends.
Not that Windy would betray Hedwig's confidence. For some reason the strange woman found Hedwig's goals humorous. Her feathers had used to be white. Now they almost glowed, every imperfection or flaw fixed.
Her vision was astonishing, her hearing impeccable, a flick of a wing could rip a tree of its leaves if she so chose. They had quickly dropped from tolerable to mind-pecking unbearable in an hour. As she felt the rage at being a source of humor build again, she glared at a random squirrel a mile or so away. She just felt Suddenly the rage hit some internal peak, some unknown level never felt by bird kind.
If birds could smirk, Hedwig would have sent shivers down Windy's spine. Not teasing him for once, but somehow having her hover there obviously not sure whether or not to bother him was really, really annoying. Setting down the current paving stone, he turned his head. She was pushing her index fingers together, wearing Bad thoughts, no. Still adorable, just wrong kind of adorable. No woman with her figure should wear girl clothing. Windy took a deep breath. She swayed a little. And you said I should only bring up something if it was really important for a bit?
Harry thought back. I was a bit concerned when she wanted an evil looking cloak, but Never wanted to hug an owl before, but she was just precious. Windy shifted. He gaped. Is she a god-owl? Or Owd? She didn't turn into a harpy or something, did she? Windy shook her head. Why isn't it working?!
He growled angrily as the trunk creaked loudly and fell over with a crash. Alduin paused incredulously. Naruto frowned tilting his head back to look up at the sun. N-no, that's not-well, yeah, I mean it's technically true, but what-what is a body of fire? And it's not something magical!
The younger Dragon tapped his chin, thinking hard. Alduin opened his mouth to deny, only to work his jaw soundlessly. We managed to make our way back home with little trouble. On the way home, I took the time to call Homura and tell him we managed to rescue Musubi from Hikari and Hibiki. As far as I could tell, Musubi wasn't showing the typical signs of reacting, and considering I already had a fairly large crew already, if she was going to react, it probably would have happened by now. So we were going to bring Musubi back to Maison Izumo, and figure out what to do from there.
I called Miya with words to that effect. We soon made it back, with Miya waiting. And then, the damned monkey clambered up onto her shoulder and emitted a chittering shriek at me. Oh dear Calypso, she had actually tamed it. But I will need to remind you, Musubi, that no violence is permitted within these walls. If you wish to fight beyond a friendly spar, you will take it off the property. A number of Sekirei, Unwinged and Winged, live here under my aegis, and I will not tolerate them coming to any harm.
Am I understood? Not quite letting the Hannya out to play, but certainly at stage one of her intimidation technique. In addition, no lewd activities shall be undertaken of any kind, save between married couples. As Kazehana and Matsu approached, apparently eager to address these shortcomings in Musubi's knowledge, Miya looked at them sharply, before she said, "Perhaps I should discuss this in private with Musubi.
And yep, Old Faithful the Hannya mask peeked out from behind her. And to my amusement, the monkey saw it, did a double take, leapt off her shoulder with a shriek, and landed, sprawling, on the ground, before skittering into the house chittering the simian equivalent of Oh shit oh shit oh shit! Naruto and the girls were standing around a new fuinjutstu tag that Naruto created. He had it set up in the entryway near the steps leading upstairs. Naruto nodded. The idea is if you wear it a field would activate and it would push kunai and shuriken away from you.
It can be aimed so I have it angled towards me. The impact sent him tumbling up the stairs, down the hall and head first into the hamper full of clothes. Maya and Hinata cried out "Naruto-kun! That's when they heard Hanako Obaa-chan cracking up with laughter upstairs. I have to say I've seen people falldown stairs Naruto-kun, but not up them! And you landedperfectly headfirst in the dirty clothes!
You made my morning. Naruto groaned and moved his legs a little they were the only part sticking out of the hamper. Hanabi was shocked to hear her Obaa-chan laughing so uproariously Usually a little dignified chuckle was all you'd get out of her. Hinata and Maya deactivated the seal and went upstairs to make sure their Naruto-kun was alright. Hinata turned to Hanako. I cannot believe you are laughing when Naruto-kun could be severely injured!
Hanako was still getting her laughter under control. He's fine. You two girls just fish him out of the hamper. I haven't laughed this hard in years! Naruto just muttered, "I can just feel the love coming from you Obaa-chan…. As it turned out Naruto was unhurt though shaken up a bit. Hinata and Maya fussed over him for a while anyway though. As for the repulsor tag…. After eating they hit the road for Konoha. Naruto was soon talking to his resident furry partner Kurama. This foreign woman is trying to do the same. I foresee one almighty catfight coming up.
I'm sure Hinata-chan and Esdeath-chan would make great friends. They have so much in common. I'm sure they'll hit it off easily. He felt a migraine coming on. You know; when females get territorial. And what happens when one country marches into another country's territory Naruto? I still don't see what this has to do with Hinata-chan and Esdeath-chan though. Oh gods; history is repeating itself! It must be an Uzumaki thing! There are no territorial disputes going on. Would've added the next paragraph, but as I'm trying to keep what I put on my profile at a T rating and I believe that would stop since I can't censor without loosing what makes it funny.
Found this on the Blue and Orange Morality page of T. Tropes and thought it funny. Ye who walk with the Path of Bacon shall be with dinner blessed. Yet ye who follow the Way of Necktie shall be for dinner dressed. Before Molly could yell at him, Ron had bolted up from the table with an emphatic "Gyahh! He added a last smack with the pan before tossing it to the table, then stumbling back against the wall and breathing like he'd just run in from Devonshire.
Everyone stared at him in shock. Harry gave him a look, then lurched forward to lift up the pan- stuck to the bottom was a black tarry form, squished flat. The mass of it slid off the bottom of the pan to land on the table, spreading into a thick pool like spilled paint. Ron gaped like a fish, looking between Harry, the table, Molly herself, Hermione- anyone that might not hate him at that moment.
It was then that a thin black tendril rose from the center of the mass, reaching over to an empty white butter dish. One word was drawn on the plate before the tendril retracted back to the puddle. The black liquid drew together into a ball, then extended six protrusions that eventually formed into a head, four clawed limbs and a long thin tail.
The tail swept over the plate, taking away the existing writing and substituting, 'really, ouch. Arthur said, "Eh, Harry, are you saying that this Harry nodded. Pretty durable one, too. D'you think the Headmasters would let Peeves live if they could get rid of him? The Sounding Stone was brought down from Sirius' room along with a page of parchment.
For the remainder of the evening they were reacquainted with Holly in a form that most agreed seemed much less provocative than she used to be. As the weekend sped by and her house warmed to her slightly Lilly had her first class in the magical world, it ended up each period was a combined course with one of the other houses and more often than not Slytherin was paired with Gryffindor.
Now, her Maruader side, the one that enjoyed a bit of chaos found this amusing, the part of her that was a brutally pragmatic Dark Lady in the making found it very trying. As they followed Professor Sprout's instructions on dealing with the weeds from hell a few things became apparent, as intelligent and cunning as Draco and Blaise were, plants trumped them, and as awkward as Neville could be he was born with a green thumb. So breaking off from the other snakes she partenered up with her god brother and the small blonde girl working with him, after a time the bespectacled Gryffindor cleared her throat and addressed Lilly.
After a time she asked,. Than wizard Stalin tries to start a genocidal revolution and ends up dying after murdering your parents and now everyone thinks you're wizard Jesus and they haven't grasped the fact you resent it yet? Harry's name was sufficient for Festergrip to kick their request up few levels, and the tale he'd been invited to hear was sufficient, by goblin traditions, for him to remain 'in the loop', as it were.
He was by no means the only goblin involved now. There were five others in the room, and two humans. One was the curse-breaker who'd shown such promise in their Egyptian branch, one Bill Weasley, who'd requested, and received, a temporary transfer to assist with a family emergency. When Harry and the Grangers entered the room, he looked around. He'd had a little time for himself and Hermione to read the etiquette of this situation, and something was nagging at his mind.
As the goblin teller moved closer, the messy-haired wizard realised what was nagging at him. Is my information correct? Is the rank of cart-goblin sufficient to attend this meeting, or am I likely to need to go to my vault today? Truly curious now, Fester grip answered the youngster. Looking around, Festergrip saw what the young wizard meant. That is Lawmaster Gripsack, an in-clan cousin if I remember correctly. They do look alike. He is part of the legal team currently assigned to the Potter estate, for financial law and as goblin liaison.
The young woman over there is his partner, Miss Meredith Twist, she handle what your Ministry calls criminal and wizarding law. A snort of laughter escaped Michael Granger. As all attention in the chamber settled on him, the man explained. I mean, Gripsack and Twist? As the Gryffindors and Slytherins of their year walked into the Defence classroom, they were greeted by a very odd sight. Completely ignoring the sturdy railing that was set aside as a perch for it, and choosing instead to cling to the high back of the Professor's chair, was a truly massive bird, an eagle, standing three feet tall and splintering the polished and sturdy oak in its talons like balsa.
As the class stopped and stared, the eagle turned, raising and opening the hooked beak that drew their gaze inevitably away from its talons, and keened at them, a long, high cry that made them all very glad they weren't rabbits. As the bird of prey mantled, and ruffled its dark brown, almost black, feathers into place again, settling the six or seven foot wingspan as it fixed them with its gaze, the teacher himself emerged from his office at the back of the classroom.
Ron goggled a little, as the afore-named Antilles shifted his balance, casually splintering wood that would have held Hagrid's weight with his claws. His response forced it way out, to both his own mortification and the general amusement of the class. Compared to what? Flippin' granite? Chuckling at Ron's outburst, the teacher waved them to take their seats as he stepped over to open a window.
As the massive bird swept through the opening into the outside sky, Hermione made a connection As for the other, how do you conclude that? Hermione glanced towards the window. Tanglebrooke's Harry Potter and the Children of Change. Dan and Emma Granger watched their daughter rip into her presents with great enthusiasm. She had changed so much in her time at Hogwarts. She didn't have any friends at her old school and became very quiet and reserved. When they picked her up from the train station she was with a girl who had pink hair. After a very animated farewell between the two of them Hermione spent the whole ride home talking about her friends.
The pink haired girl, Tonks, and a boy named Harry seemed to have a great impact on their little girl. When they saw how many gifts she got from this boy they decided that they would have to meet him as soon as they could. She received a beginners guide to something called 'Occlumency', a wand holster, a bag of wizarding candies, including to their amusement, tooth flossing mints.
It was her last gift from Harry, she also got a copy of the occlumency guide, a wand holster, and a variety of muggle junk food. Ted Tonks started laughing at her look of confusion. She glared at her parents while they laughed, then smiled and put her hat on and went back to opening her presents. Kyubi was distracted by one thing, the curry. He continued to glare at it with curiosity. It can't be that spicy for a demon like me. Hiashi and Hinata sweat-dropped at the sight of the entire Hyuga council jaws dropped to the ground. Hinata then turned to her father. Hiashi nodded as looked at them all.
Confused, Hiashi used his Byakugan along with other members of the clan as thy gasped at the sight. Hinata chuckled with a sweat-drop, Byakugan also activated. The rest of the of the members of the clan looked at Hinata with disbelief. Naruto and Satsuki were chasing after Kyubi after he rushed outside, breaking the window. The Hyuga clan looked the strange sight, The Kyubi rummaging through the fridge as he chugged bottle after bottle of milk while Hinata pet his ear. Hinata sweat-dropped as she continued petting. Why were you screaming your head off and swearing?
Kyubi just finished his fourth bottle of milk as he started gasping for breath. At that moment, most of the Hyuga clan members, including Hiashi face-faulted, all thinking one question in mind. Everyone heard panting when they saw Naruto and Satsuki come in. Hinata chuckled as she went over and pecked him on the lips. Satsuki went over to the Kyubi, grabbed him, and cuddled him into her breasts. I hadn't experience anything like that since the Yonbi dared me to eat a lava rock.
After checking to see if everything was in order, he snapped his fingers and the seals ignited and were quickly consumed by crimson flames, leaving behind a completely healthy Kushina. Slowly, she opened her eyes and, after seeing Naruto she smacked him, sending him flying. Well, I can't say I'm surprised, you old bag of bones! What woman killed you? Was it Tsunade? He looks like he's in his teens! My baby isn't even an hour old! I wanted to leave Naruto a message for when he's a bit older.
Like what food he should eat, how to behave, how to treat a girl on a date, the Haven't you looked around at all? This isn't Heaven, Hell or the Elemental Nations. As Kushina turned around she first saw six pairs of legs. Enormous ones. As she looked upwards her eyes widened in shock at the sight of the three Biiju. Her surprise turned into anger as her body began to glow before a few dozen glowing harpoons with chains attached erupted from her body and in a matter of seconds had the three Biiju chained to the ground. Mana looked at him incredulously for a few seconds before she drew her gun and put a lead in his nether regions.
It was an hour later when Kushina woke up and it took another one for Eva to lose her patience because of the worried mother's rant and freeze her neck-down. They wasted the opportunity to convict you. Potter told me about you not receiving a trial, the Dementors were ordered to withdraw.
I suppose I can spend a couple months in St. What do the French have that we British don't? At that point Fudge walked in, stared at the grinning Sirius, screamed and fainted. The two Ministry employees could do nothing but sigh at how pathetic their boss was.
Everyone was torn out of the moment when the fire turned green and a bell sounded. Lily glanced at the wand over Celeste's ear, and felt the holster on her own forearm. Hermione got Celeste's attention and held her hand out while looking at her wand. Celeste grinned and pulled another wand from a holster around her left calf and handed it to the little girl. Smiling with a nod, Hermione held it under her left arm and squared herself. Xeno caught the transfer and nodded at his wife. Standing, he moved over to the floo.
What's the news? Any stories? I haven't seen Lils in two days and am in desperate need of a snog. Sirius could be heard laughing. Grinning, Xeno nodded. Backing out of the way, Xeno stood to the side whilst palming his wand behind his back. The floo died out, before roaring green again with James Potter spinning out of it.
Before he could move, the floo roared again with a spinning Sirius colliding with his best friend. Like Dan and Emma before, the pair spun flat onto the carpet with a loud thud. This man crush has just got to stop. You don't have to hide in the cupboard. It's dark there, after all. Brought up short, Sirius just stared blankly at the wide eyed, two year old girl on the sofa. He had no come back that was allowable for young ears and found himself completely out of his depth. Instead, he deflected. Do I know you?
She still smiled innocently, much to Lily's amusement. The redhead turned to Sirius. I protect my own. Lily smiled at the sight of her husband turning to absolute goo. The silly grin he was sporting only came out for her before, and now appearing for their son. Smirking at the sight, she was the only one who saw the hint of red light coming in between Harry's hand and James' cheek, before her husband collapsed backwards on the floor. He didn't see Harry pointing at him, but did catch the hint of red light before his world turned black.
There was a beat of silence as everyone gaped at the pair on the floor. Dan and Emma alternated between staring at the men and the toddler in Lily's arms. Celeste simply blinked in confusion, while her husband's eyes got even larger than they normally were. It was Hermione's harrumphing sigh that broke the silence. Snapped out of their state, Xeno said he'd get them and left the room. Emma's question of what happened went unanswered for a bit, while Lily openly stared at her son in complete shock.
Harry matched his mother's green eyed stare with his own in a 'well practised' look of pure innocence. An involuntary snort came out of Lily, which brought a snerk from Celeste, which then turned into near hysterical laughter. Harry smiled wide, with his head lightly vibrating in amusement. He did confiscate two straight fifteen inch bones from the underside of the skull — the same two he used last time. Properly treated and varnished, the bones with heartstring cores would make excellent combat wands.
They were terrible for transfiguration, though. Any transfigured animal had venomous fangs… and spoke parseltounge, if you could believe it. It was one of the more odd mysteries of magic that had him keep a regular wand about. Otherwise, Monty Python has nothing on his rabbits. Now, if everyone would like to return to their seats, I would like to return the favor with a story of my own.
I would like to tell a story, where a mere teller was confronted by a young wizard, and one barely out of his diapers, whose name was none other than Charlus Potter. I was so flabbergasted; I had no idea what to do, let alone knew how to react. At this point both Ragnok and Charlus groaned in embarrassment as Targnok grinned happily. I told him that Ragnok was the strongest and bravest Goblin within the bank. He, a brave and powerful wizard, obviously accepted without question.
Besides, if it weren't for yours and Charlus constant fighting, the last Goblin Rebellion would have ended in a very high death toll with a likely possibility of the muggles discovering our hidden world. Are you saying that my grandfather and Axe-Lord Ragnok have had numerous fights over the year? You have to understand, Charlus and Ragnok have turned this into a yearly event. Ever since their first fight was a stalemate, Charlus has returned each year and challenged Ragnok to a duel.
We goblins even have begun to take bets on the victor of each duel. The one from several decades ago was ruled into my favor. That fight was a tie. Ragnok spluttered, "Won the war? We bloody well let you win the war or else you imbeciles would have exposed our hidden world to the muggles. The winner will be declared the winner of our duel from several decades ago. I forbid you! It was finally the Director that spoke up and asked him to clarify. Director Targnok began to chuckle and nodded to Harry in acknowledgement as he tipped his mug of Goblin Ale.
You are indeed correct with your assumption. How did you arrive at that conclusion? Why bother with placating them when you know that you can defeat them? And at last, why have the children study the Goblin Rebellions at Hogwart's if the Goblins' weren't a threat? It just makes no sense, therefore the only conclusion can be that the Ministry is lying and the Goblins do not care enough to correct the general population of sheep.
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He also wondered why there was a shower in the clubroom, and he wondered why Devils were attending school School was Hell, so of course you would find devils there. He glanced back up as Harry was being chased by Aoko this time, the former looking to be about five years old and the latter dressed up as Chachamaru from Mahou Sensei Negima. This resulted in Aoko crashing on top of him, then the two began to argue and bicker like an old married couple until Zelretch tied them up in a net made of magically created rope.
Aoko, you're supposed to be a grown up. Harry, you are supposed to be going to the Yule Ball tonight, so you should be getting ready about now. It was actually rather bizarre to see. Zelretch sat back down as Harry disappeared upstairs to get dressed up for the ball. With great age and senility came the power to humiliate the newer generation. Never underestimate the devious minds of children, for they are monsters who have not yet grown the fangs and muscles they need to defend themselves with, and have still managed to survive.
This is in sakurademonalchemist's Tricksters and Gods ch. Be afraid, be very afraid. So far, the Universe is winning," she said, eyes glinting in amusement. Well I have news for you. You can't lose what you never had," said Harry. It was a quiet morning in the Great Hall. Too quiet. The teachers were on edge because of the fact that the prank war between the 'Avengers' and the 'Marauders' was still on going. So they waited with baited breath for what was to come. Gabriel Black walked up to James Potter, wearing rabbit ears, a furry tail and with a carrot in his right hand.
I was hoping you could solve a debate for me. See we can't figure out if Gryffindor is the better Quidditch team or Slytherin. Lily Evans took one look at his outfit, then at the carrot, and stared at the two with eagerness. She couldn't wait to see this one. Lily was clearly fighting back a laugh, because she was one of many who knew exactly how this would end. He completely missed Sirius' mouth dropped in disbelief, or the fact Remus was recording this entire thing to play back for James later.
Wait a damn minute Lily couldn't help it, she set off a loud bang. She just had to do it. Then she bust out laughing her ass off. He couldn't believe he just declared Slytherin the superior Quidditch team. But I do believe there is something missing in this scene," said Lily. A quick wave of his wand and James looked like a duck with his bill 'reversed'.
It's a shame, because I think this pack of goofballs could learn a lot from the great minds of Daffy, Bugs, Silvester, Foghorn and Marvin," said Gabriel. Lily nodded in agreement. He mentally crossed off another thing on the list. Harry was grinning as he watched Dean lift a large bucket of ice cold water and dumped it on Ron. The red head shot up with a yelp as he was effectively soaked.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to prank the girls before anyone is awake enough to notice me there," said Dean smirking. The girl's stairway is cursed," said Ron yawning. They had just finished showering when they heard the first shriek. Dean had long since escaped to the breakfast table before the other boys could out him as the culprit. Well Naruto that specific Ape had parents that were well for lack of a better term carefree. They were like you really. They loved to joke around and play pranks on the other apes. When their son was born they named him Mon. Even if that was not very bad it is his last name that gets everyone.
So if you put it together his name makes monkey. Wow I've had better jokes come from a nine day old tuna salad sandwich with so much mold on it that it literally growled at me. Sarutobi just looked at the child and laughed, "That was a good one Naruto where did you come up with that one? Fleur ducked her head around the boulder and quickly drew it back as another fireball exploded around the boulder. She desperately looked around for something to help her.
Taking careful aim, she transfigured a small rock into a French Poodle, hoping the animal might distract the dragon. The dog ran out from behind the boulder and was instantly bathed in a fireball. Instead of dying on the spot, the four legged torch ran back to huddle behind the boulder where it started from.
The burning fur caught Fleur's robes on fire before the poodle transformed back into a rock. Got this of the Skulduggery Pleasant wiki from the character's trivia section; thought it was funny and seemed to fit fanfic versions of some Naruto characters. Alviss wanted an outsider. The Chess Pieces wanted war. The Clown brought two blondes and a reaper. May God help them all.
Pikachu shook himself back to muzzy awareness after the impact, reflexively training had some benefits, after all forming an Iron Tail to bounce away the Signal Beam that Chinchou fired his way. Oh, now I remember. I hit it. Pikachu shook his head to clear it.
Thank goodness I'm good at climbing. From Saphroneth's Ashes of the Past ch. He turned a little, and addressed empty air. Latios nodded uncertainly, though Ash couldn't see him. Then Pidgeot, then Meganium, and then Keldeo if it's a six-a-side. Ash hid a smile, remembering Pikachu refining one of his Shockwave variants on a Barboach which had quickly gone from confused to panicked.
You can certainly go for them. A half-dozen or so goons in blue pirate costumes barged through the doors. I guess I'll just take it as a compliment The purple-white Mega overhead did an easy roll, then pulled up to hover and nodded. Takami couldn't believe it her eyes were as wide as could be, and her entire face was as pale as death itself as she looked at the giant screen before her with complete and utter shock. Yet the screen flashing as if mocking her was showing the cold hard fact. Now this is unexpected! Miya has been winged, and by the ever so illustrious Kurosaki himself! I never imagined this would happen!
He spun around in his chair with glee at the prospect of this new and completely unexpected event. However Takami ignored the fool in favor of honing in on the location of the winging, and when she brought it up she promptly dropped to her knee's as her jack went slack. Even Minaka stopped to see what it was, and his glasses cracked before he promptly fell out of his chair in sheer shock.
For before them with a live video feed of the entire city of Machikawa, but the entire northern section of the city was blanketed in shadow while the midnight sky was lit up dulling out the stars themselves. The cause of this was simple for a pair of black outlined and purple wings were spread out amongst the entire northern section of the city. The location of where the phenomenon was coming from was The died that day with a handful of their allies…yet the Persian force saw a loss of nearly , I may be exaggerating, as it is not know specifically how many died that day.
The Persians lost the will to fight on, after all less then greeks, the right in the middle at the front, dealt them that many casualties, what would the full might do? They have a saying 'Return with your shield…'". He kissed Hermione's forehead and moved towards the stairs to the boy's dorms as she let him go. Harry could feel the entire house's eyes focused on him as he moved. As he began to rise the stairs, he did not turn as spoke out not stopping "'…or on it!
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Ghost shivered in his bed, stuck in a full body cast and unable to move in the slightest. A subtle knock on his door caught his attention before it opened and revealed an older, more mature, and gently smiling Hinata Hyuga. The room was deadly silent as the two parties stared at one another as if sizing the other up… daring the other to make the first move. And then a sudden storm of air launched the injured party complete with bed through the sixth story window and to the concrete below.
The senseless head grinned with savagery. Make no mistake, your soul is nothing compared to Jashin-sama. One day you will bask in his glory and you will realize how tiny you are compared to him as he tortures your soul as his plaything. Crypt Oogakari grinned happily as a pair of demonic wings extended from his back, the membranes secreting a small amount of blood that dripped periodically from the tips on the bottom. Whoever said making stuff up is easy didn't try writing a decent piece of fanfiction. Slightly modified from ch. Great, more surprises! Just when you think it safe to go back into the water, the power's that be provide sharks.
If explosives didn't solve your problems you weren't using enough of them. I found this in Ch. Being foolproof really depends upon what kind of fool you're talking about. There is only 'open fire' and 'reload'. Where was I? This is in ch. Which would probably explain a good portion of why he hated large groups of people. Evil is really rather rare. Trolls may have incredibly thick skin that turns away both weapons and spells Found this in Ch. Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it. Sophie lives in the Lake District.
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A raw and compelling exploration of mental health, friendship and the power of compassion. Join the Spinster Club HollyBourne. Darkly comic, striking and compassionate, this stunning debut novel is a portrait of a smalltown in Norway, a community that sings with pain, humour, and a whole lot of nothingness, told through the eyes of a unique teenage girl.
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