Sabe

Hmm...favorite poem. All in all, I'd have to say... The Raven Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-- While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door-- Only this and nothing more." Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; --vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow-- sorrow for the lost Lenore-- For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-- Nameless here for evermore. And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -- This it is and nothing more." Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" -- here I opened wide the door; -- Darkness there and nothing more. Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word "Lenore!" This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word "Lenore!" Merely this and nothing more. Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. "Surely," said I, "surely that is something at my window lattice Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-- Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -- "'Tis the wind and nothing more!" Open here I flung the shutter, When, with many a flirt and flutter In there stepped a stately Raven of the Saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But, with mein of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-- Perched upon my bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-- Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore-- Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!" Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning-- little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door-- Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore." But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing farther then he uttered--not a feather then he fluttered-- Till I scarcely more than muttered "Other friends have flown before-- On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said "Nevermore." Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-- Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never--nevermore.'" But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore meant in croaking "Nevermore." This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "Thy God hath lent thee--by these angels he hath sent thee Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore, Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!-- Whether Tempest sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-- On this home by Horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore-- Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?-- tell me-- tell me, I implore!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." "Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -- Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore -- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore." Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! --quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart,and Take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Raven "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted--nevermore!

I just finished my 14th re-read of The Dark Half. I had forgotten how much I liked that book! George Stark is great, but I'm more interested in Alexis Machine. I wish King would write just one book featuring him. Now that I have my library out of storage(mostly) I'm gonna sit with my King books, and re-read all of 'em!

Before I get to the meat of the matter I have to say...wow. This is my first personal post in the Computers section... Anyway, I know that several memebers keep ExHD's for one purpose or another, and I was wondering what everyone thinks is the best one to get. My purpose is strictly for the storage of DL'ed anime(now that we have links for sites, I want One Peice and Naruto ). What does everyone think?

My fave, even after all this is still: Mystery of The New Moon and the Black Haired Inu Yasha!

All of 'em are great, but that Zoro one is still my favorite!

Why's that? Yeah it's adding some good conflict now, and will make things a temporary hell for Watarimono as he regains his memories. And it is too much for the hookey/after school patrol; otherwise I would've just posted the scene for all to see...unless the rules around here have changed?

Looking pretty schweet, Kuwa-chan...Looking forward to my entrance, needless to say!

You are SASUKE! Stylish. Skillful. Sexy. You've never had trouble getting people to notice you even if sometimes you wish they wouldn't. At least you can always feel happy knowing you excel at whatever you try. Now if you could only kill that brother of yours... Not at all what the hell I was expecting. This comes rather opposite to who I am; I can be in a room of two, and never be noticed...ever. And sexy? Who's kidding who here?

That's awesome! Who does the ship belong to?

New question: Teasing. Do you see Sakura doing the feather thing, or going directly for the 'meat' of the issue? I, personally, can see her as the type. You try and try, then you have exactly what you want right there...and it has to be just perfectly done, with the juices just below the surface, ready for the tasting. Thoughts? Opinions? Comments? Dealings of injury intended for my person?

These sigs are great! I hope that there is a Kiba one in the future... Hint...hint...

I could tell you...but that would ruin the surprise! You'll recognize him if you really think about it. If you want a copy of the scene when it's finished, let me know.

Well, it might be a bit longer(obviously) before y'all get the scene. I'm just getting over a nasty case of the flu, so I haven't had a chance to really work on it. Gimme another few days, and I promise that you'll have it. One thing I will say, though, as to where I'm at, I gave Sakura a new technique: Chiyorozu Te no Jutsu. It means Many hand(s). I'll let you decide how it may be being used.

Sure, eppy, blame it on liquor...Funny stuff, though, funny stuff.

Nah, it's not that bad; it just doesn't seem to sound right...But, I'm going alon, so you both can expect a copy of that scene within the week.

Angel: Nah. It's mostly AU. And Lady, what is so funny? So I'm not quite sure how to make it sound okay, without it turning nasty. It's in the works, though(both versions), but when it's done, the clean version will be posted, and I'll PM the "other" to those parties who are interested. Till then! ^_____^

... It would create new conflicts(Naruto and my OC are roomies) because of the NarutoxSakura issue. And the scene isn't meant to be xXx, but that is how they always sound and it pisses me off. I'm a describer, so when I try to explain what's what, I sound like the narrator of a 'Hustler' movie...grrr. I'm gonna have to really play with this scene...

What I see is both, simply because I did stop at the crossroads. The thing is, I'm not sure how to keep them seperate(both physical and loving attraction, not just lust) if I go without, but if I allow them to go through, I worry that it will become...unsightly. The only other hentai story that I did sounded worse than a scene in a romance novel. I know what I want it to appear, but the words don't flow like they should; it ends up too smutty. I dunno...I may just scrap the last 5 pages it starts in and cool it out. Thanks for the advice, though!

Besides the story I've been posting, I'm working on another; this one in the vien of Naruto. I'm at a crossroads in the story and have a bit of a question. From the point I'm at, Sakura could end up 'involved' with my OC. They are literally at a dressing down stage. I don't know weather or not to have one of Sakura's fellow medic-nin's to knock and keep the story clean , or let my dirty little mind allow it to get rather...hentai. What do you guys think?

Off Topic: Alchemist, Necromancer, Doctor...fool. Yeah, that'd be him. Doctor Faustus, from Goeth's play.

Damn...that is...wow. It reminds me of "Faust" for some reason. Nice...

I'd suppose that could go either way...both ideas would work. Hmm...clue?

NOTE: THe following is theories and thoughts! The best that I can say, is that the seal doesn't contain, only restrain, that is why Naruto transforms while he's under the influence of Kyuubi. But, after any length of time, many creatures left together form a breed of sybiosis(bats that live in water filled caves and the fish that live on the guano), so they are going from seperate creatures, to symbiotic ones. If left together long enough, I would assume that Naruto and Kyuubi would merge, giving Naruto permenent contol of Kyuubi's chakra and other strengths, and Kyuubi would gain a new lease on life as an emergency consciousness(Naruto gets KO'ed, Kyuubi protects his new 'home'). In response to why Sandaime is dead and not Kyuubi, by what I know, once a demon fox reaches the stage in it's life that it has 9 tails, it becomes immortal, so he can be bound, but not killed. As for Naruto being Yondaime's or Ero Sannin's relation, I refer back to my first post in saying that he looks sooo much like Yondaime that they are blood(and that would give a better fix on the reason Naruto learned Rasengan so fast; Yondaime had to use some of his blood to form the seal, and blood binds everything, memories to techs[from this anime fan/writers POV]).

Part two! (And as long as I can give it there is rep involved for the person who can tell me where I got my bell ringing scene. ) For the next eight hours, Drake learned to control his chakra without boosting it with his telekinesis. He found out quickly, though, to do so was quite tiring. Drake forced himself to keep up with Shou, though, because he could feel a deep build in the core of his power; almost like something was emerging. Pushing harder, Drake began to notice that Shou hadn't been extending his arms to push the bell; Drake had been doing it for some time. Letting his power fall, he took a moment to sit. "So...how long was I pushing the bell without you?" Shou laughed, realizing that his deception had been caught. "In truth? I never touched the bell after the first ring. You did it on your own almost the whole day." "You mean I was trying to keep up with you, and I was only besting myself?! That's unfair...and I love it. You got me training in a way that I should do more often." "So you did discover something?" "Not yet, but I think I might be close. I have you to thank for that." Shou nodded and then looked thoughtfully at the bell. "I had been training for 10 years to touch the bell like you did in just a few minutes. You have a very thorough grasp of yourself, Drake. You are probably stronger than many of us here that have been doing nothing but training our whole lives." Drake blushed and said, "That's not entirely true, Shou. I had no idea that I was using my chakra when I fought. I thought that it was pure telekinesis. And I, too have trained my whole life; you just started sooner than I did. Plus you showed me a training form that I would never have learned otherwise." Shou began to blush, realizing that he had done more for the large man than he had thought he did. Standing he motioned for Drake to start with the bell again. "I am allowed one 30 minute break a day, which I split into two 15 minute breaks. I've given you the same. Let us recommence." Standing, Drake began as he was instructed. Taking a deep breath, he started against the bell again. Hours passed as the two trained, ringing the bell in tandem, until Shou changed positions to stand on the opposite side of the bell. He did so without a word and began to push the be against Drake; forcing him to take shorter time between rings and pushing him harder. With a grunt of effort, Drake decided to train the boy as well. He began to push harder at every stroke, knowing that it would be a test of wills, and not just a simple training. He heard Shou laugh, and they began to "fight". Harder and faster they began to strike, the bell's ring a constant sound. A crowd began to form watching the two as the exercise began to take a less playful turn, each striking the bell harder and faster ever time. Suddenly, they both went to strike at the same time and instead of collapsing, the bell funneled their strikes at each other. At the impact, both were knocked to opposite walls, panting. Drake felt a subtle release, and the power that had been building awoke. Shou, too, released something, but Drake couldn't identify it. Maxed out, but happy, both of them fell asleep the bell swaying between them. The Headman had watched the whole thing, and was glad to see the results. Drake had such a potent grip on his chakra that he would have a new ability come morning; Shou too would share the technique, because of the severe training he had both given and received. "To give training is to help you mind,"reflected the Headman, "and to receive training from your student is to train your heart. You both will have an interesting morning." Drake awoke, still beside the bell early the next morning. His hands felt odd, like they were disconnected from him. With a mental shrug, he stood up to go get something to relieve his cotton mouth. Looking over, he saw that Shou, too, was still asleep. He was in awe of the boy, softhearted as a big teddy bear, but tough as damn nails. He would like to have someone like Shou around for a lot of his tasks, but knew that the boy would live and die at the temple; probably training others like himself. He went to poke Shou, but he felt his hands come into contact with the boy well before they should have. Drake stood for a moment, placing the sensation, when he realized that he could feel his chakra flowing powerfully from his true hands, to the point where he could feel Shou. Closing his eyes, he opened them with the intention of auric vision; to see the energy. When he did, he could plainly see to large-ish hands that were the same color as his chakra. He decided to see what was what, and gave Shou a gentle poke. He realized that he could feel pressure, but he got no actual sensation from the silk outfit Shou wore. "This could become a "handy" technique...Have to give it a name so I can form it faster. First..." He wanted to know what the strengths were of the technique, so he tried to lift Shou. The pressure indicated that Shou weighed, to him, little more than a baby chicken. He knew instantly that if he were to pour more chakra into the tech, he could lift many a heavy item. He gave Shou a gentle shake, and stood him on his feet. "Morning, Sunshine." "Graa...what the...I feel odd." Drake could see massive energy pulsing around Shou, making him appear several feet taller than his 5' 2" frame. In all he seemed to be about 12 feet tall. Before Drake could say anything, Shou noticed on his own. Without a word, Shou began to concentrate, and the aura dicipated until it was back at normal ranges. "Drake, could you see my chakra?" Drake nodded. "That must've been what I felt...I tapped into the heart of my chakra. Such power..." Drake grinned, and said, "You're not the only one here guy." Shou smiled, yes I felt your hands change as I fell asleep. What happened?" Drake explained as best as he could, and even showed Shou, who gave the tech a simple, but appropriate, name. "Yes, Helping Hands would fit it well, Drake. Don't you agree?" The Irishman smiled his approval. "Good. Now then, I can hear both our stomachs. How about some breakfast?"

Sorry, double here, and gonna post again right after it...but it's a longer chapter so I think you'll all forgive me! He awoke sometime later in the Headman’s room, surrounded by a great many people. The first ones to catch his eye were, Chief Aramai, the Headman, the young translator(as Drake would forever think of him), and the one called Shou. The first to speak, however, was Shou. "You have techniques like that, and you wish to train with me? I think that it is I who should train with you." Drake was floored when he realized that he understood what Shou had said, then it hit him. His mind was open and he was reading the thoughts behind the words, not understanding the words themselves. With a grin he mentally replied, "But most of my techniques are for fighting; you were training your chakra itself, building its strength." Drake was delighted to see the look on Shou’s face, indicating that he had "heard" everything Drake said. Everyone looked at Drake, wondering what had Shou so confused; the former shook his head and laughed, while the latter simply shrugged. With the confusion mounting, Drake took stock of himself. He could feel no injuries, but that didn't mean that sitting up would be entirely possible; he planned to try anyway. With a grunt and a curse, Drake managed to get into a sitting position, the angered and worried thoughts trying to talk him back down notwithstanding. Grinning he told his crowd that he would like some time to himself, to meditate and calm his heart. Without questions everyone left him in the room, and silence pervaded his mind instantly. Drake thought that the quick silence had something to do with the immense amounts of chakra in the area. "Why? Why of all things did that damnable thing have to take her voice? Why not try to convince me that Anne was dead? Or Mother? Shit, Russ, even! Bastard!" with that curse a small bottle of incense shattered, telling Drake that he needed to get control. As the scent of myrrh began to pervade the room, Drake took the half lotus position and began to meditate. Elsewhere, a dark figure in front of a large mirror laughed, knowing that the great Drake Masters had a weakness. A small Imp floated at his shoulder, and began to whisper to his master, who began to laugh with the twisted irony of the mad. Sending his mind out to cool, Drake's consciousness went first to his home back in Ireland, to see how faired his family. His máthair was baking again, so Drake knew that bills and other things were on her mind again. Drake chuckled, because baking was the only form of cooking that he could never master. Sensing her mac, Drake's mother simply said, "You'll get the hang of this yet. You just need to learn to walk more softly." With a laugh, Drake "kissed" his mother and went to check on his baby sister. Now 10, she was beginning to blossom into a grand beauty. Between her eyes, and her masses of long, curly raven locks, she would be a vision. Knowing her deartháir was about she started to look for him. "No, sweetling, I'm not here physically, I'm still in Japan." he said, so she wouldn't wander the room looking for him. "Oh, okay. Hey, Drake? Why hasn't Russ come back from the big ships?" Cyruss had joined the Marines about a three years ago, and Anne still didn't grasp that he wouldn't be back for several months yet. As blessed as they were to have her, Drake was still saddened that she would be the one to get the odd gene from their father, slowing her mind somewhat. Most things were fine, but time, death, and money would always be beyond her. "He still has about 8 months left to his service. He should be home in time for us to all celebrate your birthday. You'll just have to continue helping momma 'til then, okay?" "You bet, Danny!" Hearing his bBirns name from her always brought a smile to his face; it was her first word, since she couldn't say "Drake". "Have you been trying to find a ghost?" She always wanted to know what his task at hand was, since her power was nearly as great as his own. "No, my target is a corruption. You remember what I told you on the phone before I got to Japan?" "Yep, he was a good thing that went sour." "That's right, and he might be under someone else’s control. I just took care of a demon that was plaguing a temple here. That is why I cam to visit." "Oh. You had a headache." That was the only way that she could describe the confusion she could feel in his heart. "Yeah. Sure did, but you always make it better." Drake smiled as she giggled, both knowing that she was always his best medicine. "Gimme a smile, Anne, I've gotta go back and finish my job." Her face lit as she smiled, her big sapphire eyes shining. "Be safe, Drake." she said as he prepared to leave. "You to, kiddo. Grás tú." "Grás tú!" Her reply echoed in his mind as he returned to his body. His return was short, though, because he wanted to go say hi to Russ. Glancing at his watch, he saw that a few hours had passed, and dinner was waiting for him. "Eh, piffle to dinner. I want to know how that lunkhead is." Sending out again, Drake traced his brother to a ship in the South Pacific. Concealing himself as best as he could, Drake began to pick on Russ. Moving items out of his reach was hard, but the training it gave was as worth it as the looks on Russ' face. Finally, after he 'misplaced' his razor for the third time, he caught on to what was happening. "Drake, Imeacht gan teacht ort." "Aww, what's the matter, Russ? Not in the mood for joking?" "Actually, no. I just landed swabbie for a month and a half. And all I did was pour a bucket of clean water on a PFC that called me and Irish pig bastard. How the hell was I supposed to know that he was my CO's nephew?" "Oh, shit, Cyruss, I'm sorry. I really didn't know." "Get on your horse. You know I'm not mad." Drake smiled. Back when the were both little more than kids, Drake had mis-said the phrase "Get off your high horse" and it ended up as "Get on your horse". It became a joke between them when they came older and understood the joke. It was more or less an apology phrase. "Aye, I know you're not mad, but I still feel bad." Drake shifted his mental stance and blurted, "The kid's askin’’ about you. You not been writing again?" Russ flinched at the accusation. But instead of replying, he simply continued shaving. Drake knew that he hadn't been. "Come on, damn it. You and I have this same discussion every time we talk. That kid loves you to death, same as I do. Mom would prob'ly like to hear from you too, ya' know." Russ sighed. "Yeah, aye, Drake, you're right again. Same as always. It's just...it pisses me off knowing that all out mail is screened for information leaks, and none of my conversations are private. Last time half the ship was put on full alert against me because me and Mom had been conversing in Gaelic and they thought I was talking to a spy or something. I can't wait for this to be over so I can sit behind a goddamn mule with that old blade plow and grow a year of crops myself." Drake grinned knowing what was coming next. "Shit, I came here to get away from all that labor, and I want to go back." He shook his head with a laugh. "Mumma was right. I ain't nothin' but a farmer, true to the core." He and Drake shared a good laugh, which was revitalized twice when Cyruss snorted. After it all tapered off, Cyruss turned to the area Drake was at, solemn. "I can't see ya' but I can feel ya'. You'll have to teach me to at least see your floaty-ass. I love you, ya shit, no matter how often I don't say it. Be safe, 'cause I know what you do isn't. I've seen the scars under your shirts and jeans, since you do spend your first hour awake in your boxers. When I get home, you, me, Mom and Anne are gonna go out on that boat of yours for an afternoon, and you're gonna hang about the homestead for a few months, deal?" Drake loved the idea. "Deal." "All right. Good. Now, before my CO or someone walks in, get goin’, you got work to do you asshole." "Yeah, I'll see you soon, ya' jerk off." Pulling back to his body, Drake let himself come up from his state slowly, so he didn't pass out from lack of oxygen. When he was fully up, he opened his eyes to a bright sun. Realizing that he had gone from sunset to sun up talking, he knew that if anyone were waiting for him, the would be plenty upset. With a groan, a grunt and a symphony of cracks from his long inactive joints, he went to go back to the top of the grounds and see who-or what- was about. As he was leaving the room, he saw that the dinner left the night before had been replaced with a pot of Green Tea. He stopped long enough to enjoy a cup, and then resumed his trek to the grounds of the Temple. On his way up, he ran into Shou again. He stopped Drake, and inquired if Drake would like to join him for a training session. "I would love to, but I should go see if anyone is waiting for me." "Actually, no one has stopped, but there are a couple of notes for you. I really would like you to come train with me, though, if you don't mind." Drake knew that the boy wouldn't lie to him, so he accepted his offer. When the two of them arrived at the bell, Drake asked him how he should go about things. "Well, we all know much of your power is telekinetic, we felt that the day you stopped the demon." "Wait. "The day"? I just did that yesterday...didn't I" "You mean, you didn't know? You slept for two days after you passed out." Drake wasn't sure he liked that idea, but he decided he would worry about it later. "So, I assume that I should block all of my telekinesis off, right?" "Yes, after that, we'll go from there."