Posts by Ballisticwaffles

"I am a General, or at least will be." Bauduin says, taking a step back. "i will be fighting wars, making decisions on a map and riding out to see them fulfilled. That is my job. Other's job's are to protect me and ensure my well being. I can fight by the grace of Michael and the summoning of the dead, in any other case i am unlikely to ever be in it.

"Who the hell is Napoleon?" Bauduin mouthed, his face scrunching up in confusion. "Would you stop lecturing me like i don't know what i am talking about? I am not making idle claims t, i know how to fight a war! I know how to fight! I know the lessons of war when my father took me on the last of the Re conquests. I did not come here to relearn my youth!"

Bauduin takes a deep breath and rubs a 2nd degree burn on his shoulder. "And im certainly not here to fight for my life every day either!"

He sits on the ground and rubs his face. "This place is getting to me Michael, i almost miss Aleppo"

"What for, my dear?" He says, waving the hussars to stop applying torches as he holds his queen.

"I have fought things this land would... i dont know, probably kill themselves not to fight!" Bauduin says, now getting into the argument. "I was at Trafalgar where the Burgandese and the English fought with such intensity that the water lit on FIRE!."

He shakes his head. "This world that i find myself in think itself to be the most dangerous of all worlds. This land has just became apart of a much bigger and deadlier world than it was when it was by itself! I am here not so much as to learn as to teach this land that it is now apart of a community of people who have been fighting longer than it has!"

Bauduin takes a breath and a step back. "I... i am sorry..."

"you... your right, i am sorry" Bauduin says, breathing deeply and calming his nerves.

"The hell is a Ramen?"

O_O Could some up Bauduins facial expression at her Evil laughter as he let himself be dragged to eat.

(I shall join this thread for Mr. Chaplin.)

Name: Hirohito Tojo
Age:16
Personality: Silent unless called to translate Himiko
Village: Leaf
Crush/bf/gf: Pseudo-Married to Himiko
Appearance: Wears a black body encompassing cloak and an oni mask.
Other: Blind as a Bat, wears an oni mask to cover up this fact.

Name: Himiko Kagemuna
Age: 17
Personality: Sarcastic, vulgir, mean.
Village: Leaf
Crush/bf/gf: Pseudo-married to Hirohito
Appearance: A pure white robe with assorted decorations.
Other: Mute, communicates through her flute.

The King's expression fell entire leagues downward, his eyes bulging outward. "MY HUSSARS! Save the forest!" Galloping around, the hussars begin applying water to the burning trees, the king sliding down to kneel in prayer.

"He threatened her to get what he wants." He sighs. "He doesnt love her, he just wants things."

(This is a Bump. In the event that this fails to spark life into this thread i shall make a new one and start afresh.)

(That is your discression, i will gladly start if you do)

"The forest is no longer burning" The king pants, shouting to the air as if the Vampire could hear him. "Now give me my daughter back!"

"It looks like worms" Bauduin noted, attempting to spear the wiggly mess and actually taste some, his efforts so far in vain. "Or that Papal Dish, Spaghetti." He finally manages to get some of the mess in his horribly held chopsticks, nearly throwing it in his mouth for his first bite.

"Meh" He says.

Hiro and Himi sat on the edge of the River that ran through konaha. Himi was playing her flute, Hiro keeping time with a small set of drums that he held on his lap. The case was open, money and notes of exchange nestled within.

"My kingdom could never be destroyed by a godless heathen, vampire!" The king responded, quite done with the day and ready to start chopping. At the second bit his face hardened. He took three steps and jumped onto his horse, spurring it into a full charge.

"I will kill every last one of you if you get in my way to my daughter!" He shouts, the Hussar's pulling him beside the king with their lances proudly pointing at the vampire."

"i could get a better grip on the noodles if i had a feckin fork" Bauduin grumbles, dropping all pretenses of civility and scooping the hoot mess into his mouth.

"I have my own." Bauduin continues, bitching like a prepubescent girl. "i don't understand the impetus behind creating utensils that you have to learn how to use." He polishes off his bowl, the broth still in as he pushes it away.

The King jaunts closer and closer, his lance glowing in the light of the day.

"Hazel?" The king slams the reigns backwards, the horse digging into the ground in an attempt to stop before he ran over his daughter. The Horse slows to a trot, the king squinting his eyes at...

"Hazel?" The King asks, his face almost ashen white.

"You...you..." The king's mouth dropped open and stayed that way, his body shuddering as emotion ripped through him. The sadness, the emotion cluttered his body, preventing him from doing anymore than sitting there with tears running down his eyes.

"You...you..." Behind him the Hussar's caught up, their eyes widening at the sight of their now Fallen princess. The head of the Hussar's, still nursing wounds from his fight with the forest. "My lord?"