Lady Aleister

R.I.P. Pocky

Allan began to run off to look for a phone before suddenly he was tackled down...by Madam Arachne. She stabbed into his skin and pushed him against the wall. Allan cried out, before he was suddenly thrown across the room, before being pinned against the wall again. Her legs pinned beside his neck. "Yes...I did this." he smiled through the pain Madam Arachne was inflicting on him, before being choked. Honestly, Allan was scared. He did fear for his life because he had no plan. If the deus ex machina did not come, he would be dead. The god from the machine came in the form of a scream from Madam Arachne. Her body split right in half in front of Allan, Allan shutting his eyes as he fell to the ground, blood falling upon him. He opened his eyes again as the voice of the blonde woman spoke. "I know that ma'am, but I will still do my job no matter what gets in my way." Allan spoke up to the woman. "They may be animals, but they are also civil like me and you. Thank you." Allan stood slowly as he gripped his cellphone in his hand. The blonde woman walked away without another word, Allan calling M&M. "Othello!! Where the hell have you been!!" the very friendly voice of Warden greet him. "Warden, it is actually nice to hear your voice. I'm in a bad spot and have no idea where I am. Track this phone and send forces here. You might need a lot. There are a lot of prisoners who just got out thanks to yours truly." Allan had a bit of pride in his voice. "You're not being paid for the hours you missed." "I don't need to be." Allan hung up to let the Warden track the phone, before finding a route to the auction stage through the crowd of monsters. Allan kept to the walls and drugged his way up towards the action room, stopping right before he got too the stage. Bloodied figures sat right in front of the door. They looked up at Allan, and did not say a word. They simply let him pass. Allan burst in, grabbing a cloth from backstage and cleaning as much blood off his face as he could, pulling his bangs back and running towards the many coffins. Some vampires still lay unresponsive in their coffins. Allan frantically searched through the coffins, and stopped at about the seventh one he got too. It was Michael. Oh my god it was Michael. Allan's face lit up, pulling the stake from his chest, which was probably painful if you could feel it, but it was what was going to get Michael going again. Allan could feel tears watering up in his eyes as he pulled the restrains off of his partner, and after he was free, Allan took hold on his hand. "It's okay Michael, M&M are on their way..." Allan spoke very softly, looking down at Michael. Oh how Allan longed for him. They hadn't seen each other in days and at times Allan had thought Michael to be dead. The time they were split and the situations in which they were split was something that Allan never wanted to experience again.

Getting my Kuroshitsuji Musical goods soon!!! Cannot wait!

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"I'm going to get as many people as I can out of here alive." Allan rest his head, looking at the Harpy. "You'll see the sky again." he smiled softly. ~~~ The next few days were torture. Allan's wound slowly healed, and thankfully did not get infected. His rib was definitely broken, but his mind could not get off of Michael. For moments he believed all hope was lost, that he was never going to get out. They fed him, but it was only bread and water. It's a surprise they wanted him alive still. Allan did not sleep for long at all, and the night of the auction, he was on edge. Everyone was silent that night, the plan was in place, and as soon as the guard walked in, the energy among the monsters peeked. You could feel it in the air. The werewolf began his plan, and suddenly, the prison guard was thrown into the bars, knocking him out, and allowing a dent in the bars to be made. The werewolf broke free, and pulled the bars of Allan's cage apart. "Thank you sir...please, take care of yourself." Allan placed a hand on the werewolf's shoulder, thanking him. He took the guards clothes, taking off his shirt and buttoning up the new shirt, tucking it into the guards pants, which barely fit him. He stripped that guard down to his underwear, taking anything and everything that guard had on him, and threw him into his old cell. Allan pulled his bangs back, putting his hair under the security guards cap, trying to hide the mess it was in. He stood up as straight as he could, and with one look back at the others, stepped out the door. He was free...but not really free. He began to walk the halls, watching the other guards around him, a centaur guard stopped in front of him, sniffed the air, and looked down. Allan tensed up and stopped walking. "Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit." The centaur stepped back, keeping his eyes on Allan as other guards walked past. "What are you looking for?" the centaur spoke softly. "Security room." Allan whispered back. "Follow me, stay close." the centaur walked alongside Allan, who pressed himself against the wall. They walked down three dark halls, and took a right. They were right beside the security room. The centaur stopped, and Allan peeked his head inside. There was only one creature inside. It did not look too threatening. Good. He stepped inside, as quietly as possible. He was a bird over his prey. Allan lift his foot, kicking the guard where the sun never shines, the guard cried out, falling to the ground as Allan leap on the man's back, grabbing the small pistol the cell-guard had and just began to hit the man in the back of the head. He kept hitting the guard until he fell unconscious, and Allan stood up. He looked frantically around the room. There were cameras everywhere. The action stage was being set up, with coffins. The same coffins that held Michael. Allan's skin crawled, but his heart didn't skip a beat until he looked at another screen. He blinked, staring hard. The screen showed a room with Madam Arachne, and the blonde-haired woman. The same blonde-haired woman from weeks ago. The same blonde-haired woman behind the crescent moon scar on his side. The same blonde-haired woman who was involved the Blood Moon Murders. Right near the TVs, Allan spy the emergency shut down button. Allan's hand press it, and as the alarms began to ring, Allan watched Madam Arachne and the blonde-woman run out of the room...and all hell broke loose. All cell doors open, and in minuets, they would be overrun with creatures. Allan needed a phone, anything to get in contact with M&M. He ran out of the security room, and began the search for a cell-phone.

That is only 0.0000000000000000000000000000000212315 Years (rounded to 6 significant digits) so look on the bright side

I've seen: Pokemon the First Movie- Mewtwo Strikes Back Pokemon 3: The Movie- Spell of the Unknown Pokemon 4Ever- Celebi: Voice of the Forest Jirachi Wish Maker Destiny Deoxys Lucario and the Mystery of Mew Pokémon Ranger and the Temple of the Sea The Rise of Darkrai Giratina and the Sky Warrior Arceus and the Jewel of Life Zoroark—Master of Illusions White—Victini and Zekrom Black—Victini and Reshiram Kyurem vs. the Sword of Justice Genesect and the Legend Awakened Diancie and the Cocoon of Destruction Hoopa and the Clash of Ages Volcanion and the Mechanical Marvel The ones I bold, I particularly liked. I remember actually owning almost all of the Gen4 Pokemon Movies.

たぶんね

The glory did not last for long. Once again, Allan WS dragged into cage out of the arena, stripping him of his weapons and putting the collar back around his neck. Allan did not speak a word, nor did he resist. Allan followed the guards and was thrown yet again into a cell like a dog. They let him go and locked the cell door. Allan shuffled back to the wall, pulling his legs to his chest, keeping pressure on his injured arm. He hurt, both inside and out. He heard the whispers of the other monsters around him. Allan caught his breathe before speaking to all that could hear him. "If I manage to get out of this cell, I am headed to the security room to let go of every creature in a cell so we can turn around and fight against those whom have done this to us. In order to do it, I'm going to need some help. We're going to have to have plan, and if you are with me, I need your input. They have my partner and are planning on cutting him into pieces. We need to end this." Allan announced to those around him and to whomever would listen. Michael was stuck on his mind. He looked around, the Harpy, Dryad and Werewolf listening closely. The began to agree, not just them, but other monsters. "They are going to pluck me sooner of later! They have no right!" The Harpy called. Cries from other monsters followed. Allan nodded quietly to himself. "We just need a good plan...a distraction, and a way for a little human to run put of here and to find a map to the security room." Allan slowly stood, the werewolf nodding. "This should be fun." He let a toothy grin, though in human form, his teeth still sharp. "I wonder how many guards we can throw off course if we all start to raise cane." He smiled slightly, looking to the surrounding monsters. They needed to be loud and to cause a scene.

Allan let out a deep breath, his restraints being removed from him, Allan looking around at the little weapons available to him. Allan was...well screwed. These weapons were almost no good. He picked up the bow, lifting it onto his arms, grabbing a handful of arrows, and a silver knife. He put the knife around his belt-loop to secure it around him, and picked up the rest of the arrows. He silently pray, thanking his father for teaching him how to use a bow-and-arrow. The doors slammed open, and Allan touched the side of his neck. "Michael...no matter what happens to me...please keep going...if you still can." he closed his eyes as he walked into the arena, his grip on his weapons tight. Monsters in the stands threw food at him, whatever they could get their hands on. Everything went silent as he stepped into the middle of the field, away from the Oni, and the speakers yelled once more. "LET THE FIGHT...BEGIN!!!" As soon as the speaker finished the last syllable, Allan focused his eyes. He fixated an arrow into the bow, aimed, and quickly fired. It was probably the quickest he had ever done it. The arrow flew past the Oni's head, but got frighteningly close to him. The Oni growled as the arrow zoomed past, begging to charge at Allan, and shit he was fast. Allan was slow, but he already had an adatage because he was father away from the Oni. As the Oni charged straight, Allan ran away to the right, causing the Oni to have to change direction, thus slowing him down. Allan was pissed and his adrenaline was wayyy too high at the moment. He looped another arrow, stopping as the Oni ran towards him. Allan stood, letting the Oni get closer before letting go, the arrow flying at the Oni, who was too close to dodge the arrow that shot into his horn. The Oni lept towards Allan, him dropping to get out of the way, but caught by the Oni's bloodied sword, it ripping his shirt, and leaving a significant mark on his left arm. Allan curse, but rolled out of the way as the Oni pull the arrow from his horn, throwing it on the ground and letting out a roar at Allan. Allan ran a little bit faster away from the Oni upon hearing that. "You can't run forever!!" someone from the crowd screamed. Allan stopped, he was a very significant distance away from the Oni, who was more worn out than he was, but still more powerful. This crowd member was right. Allan looked at how many arrows he had left. Eight left. He could only use four to get the Oni closer to him. As the Oni began to run once more towards, him, Allan looped another arrow, and began to rapid fire, one after the other, towards the Oni. He dodged the first two, the second one actually hitting his leg, slowing him down, and the fourth one got his torso. This wasn't going to kill an Oni. The Oni advanced towards him once again, the Oni throwing a punch at Allan this time, the punch to his ribs threw him back, that definitely broke something. Allan cried out in pain as he hit the ground, rolling over as the Oni walked towards him. The Oni raise his sword, ready to drop it on Allan, but he rolled out of the way, the sword crashing into the ground. Allan struggled, but got up. He was getting tired, his runs weren't as fast as before and as he turned and shot his last four arrows at the Oni, they were sloppy hits, each one missing. The crowd began to chant. "Finish him!" "Finish him!" "Finish him!" The Oni advanced towards Allan, and at that second, Allan had an idea. A little glint in his eyes lit up as he fell, letting the Oni charge towards him. The Oni ran, and with sword wield, dived down at Allan with all his might, Allan pulled the silver knife, rolling over as the sword came inches away from his skin, the sword came down into his shirt, and the knife into the Oni's sternum. He had used the Oni's weight against him. The knife seeped into the Oni up to the hilt. Then the crowd suddenly went silent. Allan breath heavily, panting as he looked right up into the Oni's eyes. Tears filled the Oni's eyes, dripping onto Allan's face as blood fell onto Allan's chest. "Thank you, human....Thank you....I'm...free." the Oni muttered weakly, his grip on the sword falling. Allan looked back to the Oni, his anger residing as he silently nodded his head. "I will free these people." he said in all sincerity, the Oni mouthing 'Thank you' before another tear fell onto Allan's face, the Oni falling limp, Allan having the push the Oni's heavy body off of him, and pulling the sword out of his shirt. He stood up, the Oni fallen beside him, blood all over his shirt, tears on his face, and the lights shone on the human brightly. Allan Othello, Human, had just defeated an Oni in the most terrifying of circumstances. The crowd roar, some in agony, some in shock, some in surprise, some in relief, some in anger, but plenty in hope. "THE HUMAN HAS WON!!! THIS IS A MOMENTOUS DAY!!!" The speaker was ecstatic, Allan did not bask in glory, but looked to the Oni. He needed to get Michael and the others out. As soon as possible.

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I wish all my teachers were like him lol.

$38 for a Little Twin Stars x Sugarpill eye shadow pallet??? HELL NO.

There are live action movies!! They are actually really good and deserve a watch!

The anime is extremely faithful!! I was actually SHOCKED at how faithful it was.

Im 170 cm, Star is around 165 now？

I read the entire manga but never could watch the anime because I KNOW it would make me cry. Korosensei=Best sensei

I'm still like 5'7, I'm so sorry.

As hours passed, Allan kept Michael as close as possible to him, shielding him from the UV lights the best he could. He regained his blood after a while, and although he was hungry and exhausted, everytime he try to rest, he was awoken by the screams of someone. The woman came up to them again...and alongside her, a minotaur and centaur. Whatever Allan's plan was, was temporary thrown out the window. There was no way Allan was going too be able to do it right now. As soon as Madam Arachne snapped her fingers, Allan gripped onto Michael. The centaur grabbed Allan up like a dog, forcing Allan and Michael apart. "Michael!!" Allan was ripped away, a grip wrapping around his neck, and a jolt of electricity was sent through his body. This stopped Allan's struggling instantly, but did not stop his pleads. Michael charged at the centaur, but the Minotaur easily took Michael down, slamming his hoof against Michael's head until his partner screamed. "Michael!!!" Allan cried out, the centaur growling at him. Madam Arachne brought out something that looked like a coffin, stuffing Michael into it, strapping him inside, muzzling his mouth, all while Allan screamed at them. "Stop!!! Don't touch him!!! Let Michael go!!!" The centaur tightened the grip on Allan's neck, choking him some. Suddenly, the Minotaur stabbed Michael with a wooden stake, fresh blood ruining Michael's close as he slowly turned lifeless, unable to regenerate due to the stake. Allan's eyes were puffy and full of tears. How could they do this? They were going to ACTUALLY kill Michael. Allan couldn't do a thing as he was dragged out of the room and towards the arena. As they got closer, Allan's rage built as the cheers. He got to choose two weapons, but stayed chained until the battle would begin. A battle raged currently, and Allan was next. No emotion show on his face, but anger built in his heart.

"Michael, you're not going to kill me." Allan laughed lightly, reassuring him. "I'll hit you if you take too much." he smiled softly. To be honest, Allan was actually screaming inside, his face was probably ten shades of red. They haven't really been this physically close yet, and Michael towered over Allan in every way possible. As soon as Michael put his hands on his shoulders, he tensed up just a bit. The grip on his shoulders tighten, Michael only coming closer. He gently moved his shirt out of the way, before apologizing once more. Allan avert his eyes, fangs sinking into his neck. It hurt, it was going to. His teeth clenched, grabbing onto one of Michael's hands as they wrapped around his body in means of support. It was such a weird feeling, being drained of blood this way. Allan opened one of his eyes. "M-Michael." Allan sputtered out, Michael's eyes snapping open and forcing himself to stop. Michael held onto Allan tightly before moving his mouth away, blood dripping down his chin. It was a terrifying sight, but beautiful at the same time. Allan was physically let go by Michael, and Allan sunk a little closer to the ground. Michael gently licked he remaining blood off the small wound, only causing Allan to blush even more. "I am both foolish and brave." Allan leaned to Michael, gently placing a hand on his face, wiping off some blood. "You are welcome. Don't be scared to tell me what you need. We rely on each other." he smiled softly, taking his hand off Michael's face. "I think I might have an idea...but I'll leave it as a surprise to you." Allan winked.

"Michael, its okay, it's me. I'm okay." Allan was quick to reassure Michael as he woke up. The UV lights were to cause him pain...not cool. Michael could smell all of the blood around them, without even looking. Allan gently placed a hand on the back of Michael's head, a gentle notion. "Don't apologize Michael. You've not always been a vampire. Even the toughest of creatures get beat down sometimes." He let go of Michael. "We will learn in time." Allan smiled sadly at Michael, allowing the vampire to rest against him. "I'm thinking...or at least trying." Allan opened his eyes from thought as Michael's stomach growled. Honestly, Allan did not even know that vampires stomach's growled. His eyes peeked at Michael. He was bad off. Relying on Allan's shadow to block the UV light, his veins prominent, his hands shaking...this was not good. Allan took Michael's hand, holding it in his tightly, the shaking calming down some. "Michael." Allan got his attention. "I don't want to hear any buts, I just want you to listen to me." He warned, turning to face Michael. "Drink my blood. If you don't, you're only going to get worse. They only hit my head, I'm fine. You are not okay, so just do it." He insist. "I'm serious, Michael. I can handle it." Allan stared straight into Michael's eyes. Was he scared? Ya, maybe like 9% of him. Was he worried? Ya, about 91% was more worried than scared of Michael. Getting Michael's strength up was a little more important than anything else right now.

"Ow...shit fire." Allan cursed as he awoke, rubbing his head where he got hit. He looked to the left, and wish he didn't. In the left cell was M&M detective Maria Geova, wings plucked and hung by a noose. He backed away, looking to the right. Monika Velera. Where was Michael?! He looked frantically in the other cells, no Michael. Allan turned around finally, praying he was with him, and sure enough, poor Michael lay on the floor right at the end of the cell. Allan crawl right over to Michael. "Shit. Michael..." Allan moved him, sitting him up. "You're awake." Allan froze, looking out to the cell. She was half-human, half-spider. Ew. "Don't worry about your friend. He won't be breaking out any time soon. We made sure to inject him with a nice mix of everything poisonous to a vampire. It won't kill him, but he won't be at his full strength any time soon, either." "Why the f*** did you do this to us you bi**h!?" Allan cursed at her, pulling his partner into his arms. "Sharp tongue. I hoped to catch two creatures to my business. But all I got was one and a human...I'm truly surprised." the woman laughed lightly. "I don't think I can sell you. Humans aren't my type of business. Alive or dead. I think you'd do better in the ring. People will love to see a little human being ripped to pieces~" a smile crept on her face. "Like hell." Allan cursed. "You're just ticking down your time, little human." the woman taunt. "Your vampire friend, however; they are rare. He should sell for quite the profit. I wonder who would buy him? Maybe a Hunter for a ceremonial kill? Or a wealthy business man with exotic tastes?" she smiled. "Don't touch him!! Don't do anything to him!!" Allan yelled at the woman. The woman came closer to the bars, staring at Allan's sharp glare. "Passionate, and sharp tongued. I'll be sure to put you in the ring with someone who gets pissed off easily, that would make for a good show." she waved, stepping away. "You have 10 hours, Mr. Othello." the spider-woman hissed, crawling away from the cells. Allan wait a full five minuets after the woman left before gently putting Michael down, going over to Monika's cell. "Monika, I am Allan Othello of M&M. I know the situation right now is...a little bit hopeless...but...me and my partner are going to do everything in our power to get you...and everyone else out of here. Please...just please bear with us." he apologized to Monika, his eyes turning painfully to Michael. Allan moved back to beside Michael, gently laying his head on his lap. "Okay....how the hell are we going to get out of this?" Allan said very quietly, closing his eyes tight and thinking. This was hopeless.

"That would probably be a better idea." Allan laughed, stopping once he saw a small girl running up to him and Michael. "Excuse me!" It was a young girl, merely 10 years old. "C-Can you help me?" She asked. Her voice was shaky, she shook her head to Michael's questions. "You're policemen aren't you? You have to help my mommy!" She yelled, suddenly pulling on their clothes. Allan softly shrugged, before the little girl began to pull them along. "This way! She just fell and won't get up!" The little girl sure enough lead Allan and Michael to a woman who was face down on the ground. "Hold on little girl, we are going to help your--" Allan was dialing a number when he suddenly stopped, a stake flying from a tree in the nearby park, and flying right into Michael's chest. "Michael!!" Allan squeezed his fist shut. He needed to listen to his partner. "Shit shit shit!!" he grabbed up the little girl, and ran, just ran, away from the park, away from Michael, and...right into a trap. Allan stopped running, he ran into a woman, and two men. Allan recognized them instantly. They were the people from the video, except one was gone, and probably after Michael right now. "You--" Allan began, one of them men hitting Allan upside the head twice with a pistol. They had cornered Allan at a dead end. He could not run. The man who hit him picked him up by the collar of his shirt, and threw him against the concrete wall. The last thing Allan saw was the little girl crying as his eyes closed, he had been captured...again. The little girl cried to the woman. "I-I did what you said! H-Help my mommy!!" she cried out. "You want to see your mommy again?" the woman asked, smirking. "Y-Yes!! Help her!" the little girl screamed. "You're mommy is already dead sweetheart." the woman cocked the pistol that hit Allan, pointing it at the little girl. "And that is just the reality of it." the gun fired, but the shot was reduced by a silencer. The woman looked over at Allan. "Let's get him and his little vampire friend."

Michael paid for Allan's frozen yogurt whether he wanted to or not. Allan just got plain strawberry, heading to the back where the owner and Michael sat down, pulling the tapes from the day Monika went missing. "It should be around 3pm." Allan slipped inside, sitting beside Michael. "Here it is." the owner pulled it up on his computer, transferring it so it could be shown on the television above them. Allan and Michael stared at it, and around the fifteen-minute mark, Allan spot Monika. "There she is!" Allan point at the screen, the owner slowing the video down. Sure enough, someone exactly like the picture of Monika walked into the store, ordering a thing of frozen yogurt, and walking out...nothing too mysterious, until a group of people who, whom had been eating, got up and left, headed right after Monika and leaving their mess on the table. "Wait go back." Allan instructed. The owner rewound the video and stopped at a spot you could see the four people's face. A woman and three men. "Have those four ever been in here previously?" he then asked the owner. "I have never seen them around here before." The owner respond back. "Then those are the people we need to look for." Allan point at the people with his spoon, taking a picture of the video, capturing a picture of the four people. "Thank you very much Sir!" he smiled. "Good luck, detectives!" the owner waved to them as they stood up. Allan and Michael headed out, walking out of the Frozen Yogurt shop. "Try this." before Michael could do anything, Allan put a spoon of strawberry frozen yogurt in his partner's mouth. "Let's go try to find those people!" he declared.

Lol worked 12 hours with over time and got a single 20 min break. Its not illegal in Georgia though. Time to quit