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Witch At The Mall - TGWitch At The Mall - TG
Yuma was scoping out an abandoned mall with his binoculars, looking for a target. Out in the distance he saw Shoubu coming his way.
"Gonna need a disguise if I want to make this fight fair," he thought.
He looked around a found a store called "The Chieftain's Hut" behind him. He went inside and found a bunch of generic stuff, though he did manage to find a kachina mask and a cloak. After he put them on he headed towards Shoubu.
When he was close to him he said, while disguising his voice, "Hey, you're Shoubu."
Shoubu replied with, "And you are?"
"Oh nobody really. Just a man in strange wear."
Shoubu just started to walk away, but Yuma followed and was a ahead of him by a few centimeters.
"Look, are you okay? Do you need something?" Shoubu asked.
"Am I okay? Do I need something?" Yuma clapped his hands under his cloak and continued. "Actually, now that you mention it," he touched Shoubu and transmuted his cores, "I need this fight to be fairer."
Shoubu jumped back
Birthday - TGBirthday - TG
Yuma walked to Kerina's house. She called him over for some reason and he decided to find out what it was she wanted. After he entered her house she greeted him.
"Take a seat."
They both sat down and discussed Yuma's being there.
"So why did you ask me to come here?" Yuma asked.
"Well you see, it's Kevin's birthday today and it will be occuring shortly, but I'd like him to celebrate it as Kaitlyn."
"So why don't you zap himself yourself?"
"Because, that would be expected of me and I'd like this to be a surprise. And honestly, who would expect you to do it?"
Yuma then asked a question he shouldn't have asked. "And what makes you think I won't just walk out of here?"
"Take a look at your hand," she told him.
He looked at his left hand. It was thinner -- feminine. His hair started growing longer. "All right, all right! I'll do it," he said. After that those features returned to normal.
Yuma geaded out towards Kevin's house. When he was near the ho
The TG Pills Are IntroducedIt was a normal day for Klaes Kendrick Karson when the boss called for all the male Supernatural Detectives in the meeting room. He told them all "As you all know, we are a special organization trained to handle the odd and bizarre. That is why need a guinea pig." He took out a pill with the female gender sign on it as he said "I need one of you to try this pill."
"What's it supposed to do?" one guy asked. "It's supposed to turn a man into a woman. Now whichever one of you would like to try it please step forward." All of them stepped back except for Klaes. He stepped forward. "Klaes are you crazy?" a guy asked. "Oh come on, while this place is more high-tech than the rest of the world but, turning a man into a woman? That just sounds prety farfetched. This isn't Dobie Gillis."
He walked up to the boss took the pill and swallowed it. Shortly after he started feeling weird in the chest cavity so he clenched it. He kneeled down beucase he started feeling pain, his body and anatomy changi
Duel - TGDuel - TG
Yuma was in an abandonded mansion, searching for his foe. "First room, big mansion. This is going a bitch," he said. "I'm still going to win this thing though."
He made his way to the dining room, checked all the cupboards and under the table. He found nothing.
"Nothing but dust," he sneezed, "I'd better finish this quick. My dust allergy's starting to act up."
He hastened his exploration of the mansion.
He checked the bedrooms and found nothing. He checked: the kitchen, the pool room, the indoor swimming pool, the den, and even the game room. He still found nothing.
He needed to hurry. With each room he felt his allergies get stronger, and at any sneeze his foe could find his location and sneak up on him.
One last room, it was a room designed like a little theatre. Yuma started looking around again. It was only seconds before another sneeze, and after that he felt someone drop on him.
"I win this time, Yuma," the man said. It was his friend Phoenix. He put his arm on Yuma's
Revenge For A Buddy - TGRevenge For A Buddy - TG
Yuma grabbed several weapons, as many as he could carry on his person, as he suited up for his next mission. Then he proceeded out.
"Right, target's name is Godendag and apparently he's a zombie. No problem thanks to my new trinket."
He went onto a building and scanned the surrounding area with his binoculars. He found Godendag, but he also found Othello with him.
"Oh great, that blue-haired bastard's with him. Let's see, if I fire an arrow into Othello's knee, then proceed to knock him out, then I use the trinket on Godendag. Yeah, that will work," Yuma spoke in his mind.
He took out his bow, latched an arrow, aimed and fired. Othello barely managed to see it coming. He didn't manage to dodge it, so it nailed him above his knee. Yuma transmuted a slide on the building and slid down to a lower building. He went back and forth until he was on the ground.
Then he punched Othello in the cheek with his right hand and kicked Godendag in the stomach. He headed toward
Sea and Ice - TGSea and Ice - TG
It was World War II and two men were making their way through a Kemaryo Island forest. One was a Navajo, Atsidi Blackfox; the other was a Japanese, Kiyomaro Yukino.
"Hey, Atsidi, thanks again for smuggling me over here."
"Don't thank me, thank the sheer ignorance of our fellow Estadounidenses. I can't believe they actually bought that you are a cousin of mine."
What these two were doing was heading towards a Japanese village to warn everyone of the U.S. Armed Forces.
Atsidi asked, "Hey Kiyomaro, these people aren't any kind of the threat are they?"
Kiyomaro told him, "No, but they are armed and if we don't get to them first they may get slaughtered in self-defense."
"Let's take another look at the map."
Kiyomaro took the map of the island he had and showed it to Atsidi. Kiyomaro said, "If my dad's map is right, and it is, then we must be at least fifteen miles from the village."
"Yeah, and our armed forces are coming this way," Atsidi added as he traced the path with h
Sneaky TGSneaky - TG
Darkness King was just sleeping peacefully in his home when the noise of something or someone stumbling around woke him up. He decided to investigate.
When he got to the source he saw someone stumbling around. He couldn't make them out so asked, "Who are you?"
The stranger said, "Ah be Yuma."
Darkness King fanned a smell away from his face. "Ugh, getting drunk before an attack's no way to be buddy. Any last words before you lose this fight?"
He only said, "Ahm drunk, you don' hab an ek-scuse," and proceeded to hurl a pile of vomit on the floor.
"I know what to do with you."
Darkness King shot him with a beam from his hand. He was instantly transformed into a maid with cleaning suppplies on hand.
The new maid said, "How did this filth get here? Don't worry Master. I'll take care of this."
"And after you're done you can sleep in one of the guest rooms," Darkness King told her.
Darkness King headed back to his room, but in the next room something happened
Adahy Silverwolf; Cherokee teen, was on a crazy run. He was not running from Blackfeets or Senecas or Chickasas. Nor bears nor wolves. He was on a run for his life from the government.
Each day more and more Natives mysteriously disappeared. And more and more people were forgetting the Natives. Some, if not all, Natives suspected the government had something to do with it.
It all started that night. Him and his family were watching tv when someone knocked on the door. His mom asked "Who is it?" The person answered "I'm with the government. I really need to talk to you." Adahy's mom told him to hide in his room and if they were taken out of their home to run away, as far down as he could.
He did so, and it turned it out the man took his mother and father somewhere. He grabbed some provisions and headed out his window. However, it seems that they knew another person was still in his house. Shortly, after running he saw two men from the government chasing him. He he weaved his
Volpi.You will find that the story you tell
is very rarely your own. In Lucca,
even the smallest pebbles
breathe in the warm sunlight.
Knotted stones and cobbled roads
beat out a paper-dry heartbeat heat
my city breathes in and out,
inhales sparrow air.
It's writing a story.
You are the pen.
You will find that in Lucca
the daisy chains forge fire
in side streets and back alleys.
Teenagers intertwine. Tell me,
odd flower, are you still closed?
Here we are colored wax;
the heat of the city melts us.
We run into each other, rhapsody
of pigments. Operas are our specialties.
Open up; feel the reds.
If not, try and see them. There is a place
of deep knife marks, a street
long as midnight
you may learn something there.
Valentina's voice glimmers like red wine.
You may enjoy intoxications. Still,
know alcohol has no story
and will swallow your own.
Find the sign with the wolf on it.
You'll know the place. Epiphanies ring true as church-bells.
Lucca still guides the wanderers
to well sp
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