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Apr 10, 2019 16:05:49 GMT
Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2019 16:05:49 GMT
“Alright then, bring it on! You big ugly brute!” The words were spat without fear, although and more importantly with no any sense behind them. Especially as what it faced, was a monster. The monster stomped forward, with a body of scale and hardened skin. A single stone-like horn jutted out from the nose, large enough to skewer the smaller red creature with ease. Still, he faced adversity without fear. He couldn’t run, they were pinned to a cliff edge which hung over a wide expanse of forest.
“Fiery Fastball!” A small, wisp of flame appeared between his black stubbed fingers and slowly grew in size. Within moments the flame was about the size of his palm, a sharp stem growing upwards. “Take this!” The eighth note flames bounced from the thickened armor and petered out into nothing.
It seemed it was the end for the red creature. He was going to be stomped to death or skewered by that horn. It was too late now. If only, if only, he had a…
The great dinosaur lowered its head, so the sharp horn faced the face of the red creature who had fought bravely. But, sometimes, adversity favors the brave. As fate favors the foolish. If either was true then it was to be proved in this moment. The rocks beneath the dinosaur crumbled, as did the narrow edge of the cliff they were standing upon. Neither was able to stop themselves from falling down, down into the green canopy below.
Meanwhile, millions of miles away. Maybe a lot more between the two worlds. It was unclear. All was normal in the life of a simple student. Sakura Ayane looked out of the classroom on the second floor of the school building – as a deluge of rain pounded against the glass pane, seemingly without end. “It’s never going to stop. We’re going to get drenched, again,” she moaned, laying a hand against her chin and leaning upon it.
On the other side of the room, sitting upon a desk was the second and only other member of the J-Rock Appreciation Club. Upon her knee was Sakura's prized possession. A vintage Guitar. A Gibson Les Paul Custom Chambered Blackout in Stallion Red. Something, at least to Sakura, that was a lot more important than just a simple instrument. “Okay, Sakura,” Mikasa said, ignoring her last comment, a bright smirk on her face. “It’s all done. Cleaned, strings changed and everything!” With a smile, she held out the Guitar, which shimmered all fresh and new as if had just been bought from a shop. “Thanks,” Sakura said, standing, before walking over to take the Guitar from Mikasa. “I owe you one.”
“Well, I think you owe me several ‘ones’ now, huh?” She smirked and both girls giggled to themselves. Mikasa did all the maintenance on the J-Rock Club’s Guitars. Even though she could do it herself, Mikasa has a strange gift to make it look absolutely, effortlessly perfect. “Don’t worry, we can get some ice cream from the Shopping Center, you know. If the rain ever stops, I mean.” Both girls turned their heads to look out of the window again, as a fresh torrent of rain pounded against it. “So, shall we play?” Mikasa asked, holding up her own guitar as if preparing to guess the answer.
“Fiery Fastball!” A small, wisp of flame appeared between his black stubbed fingers and slowly grew in size. Within moments the flame was about the size of his palm, a sharp stem growing upwards. “Take this!” The eighth note flames bounced from the thickened armor and petered out into nothing.
It seemed it was the end for the red creature. He was going to be stomped to death or skewered by that horn. It was too late now. If only, if only, he had a…
The great dinosaur lowered its head, so the sharp horn faced the face of the red creature who had fought bravely. But, sometimes, adversity favors the brave. As fate favors the foolish. If either was true then it was to be proved in this moment. The rocks beneath the dinosaur crumbled, as did the narrow edge of the cliff they were standing upon. Neither was able to stop themselves from falling down, down into the green canopy below.
Meanwhile, millions of miles away. Maybe a lot more between the two worlds. It was unclear. All was normal in the life of a simple student. Sakura Ayane looked out of the classroom on the second floor of the school building – as a deluge of rain pounded against the glass pane, seemingly without end. “It’s never going to stop. We’re going to get drenched, again,” she moaned, laying a hand against her chin and leaning upon it.
On the other side of the room, sitting upon a desk was the second and only other member of the J-Rock Appreciation Club. Upon her knee was Sakura's prized possession. A vintage Guitar. A Gibson Les Paul Custom Chambered Blackout in Stallion Red. Something, at least to Sakura, that was a lot more important than just a simple instrument. “Okay, Sakura,” Mikasa said, ignoring her last comment, a bright smirk on her face. “It’s all done. Cleaned, strings changed and everything!” With a smile, she held out the Guitar, which shimmered all fresh and new as if had just been bought from a shop. “Thanks,” Sakura said, standing, before walking over to take the Guitar from Mikasa. “I owe you one.”
“Well, I think you owe me several ‘ones’ now, huh?” She smirked and both girls giggled to themselves. Mikasa did all the maintenance on the J-Rock Club’s Guitars. Even though she could do it herself, Mikasa has a strange gift to make it look absolutely, effortlessly perfect. “Don’t worry, we can get some ice cream from the Shopping Center, you know. If the rain ever stops, I mean.” Both girls turned their heads to look out of the window again, as a fresh torrent of rain pounded against it. “So, shall we play?” Mikasa asked, holding up her own guitar as if preparing to guess the answer.