a collection of what will be chibi moments and stories till I I figure out how to make a proper story
Rwby/Rwby chibi belongs to rooster teeth same with other respective content and their creators
And the Chad pictures of Constantine and Jesus belo...
As a black mist appeared a group of women came from it each with a different set of clothing and style but one familiar woman without a face tho dressed in more formal attire and longer hair
"So what are we doing in this hellhole" asked a girl with a minor British accent the faceless woman spoke "A losse end that wasn't properly tied up" the woman gave each other confused looks never before had their boss admit to messing up "so what kind of job was it" ticked a girl "there was a few kids who manage to escape me once they grew up and joined their military eventually being posted in Trench zero,one boy caught me"
The trench grew a little quieter every breath could be heard every creek of wood echoed and the tension just a little more solid "he got away due to some shells and somehow he caught me a mist the conflict I panicked and busted open som of their gas canisters and flooded the trench
"So that was it" said a blond woman wearing a straight jacket "no" said the woman "he managed get to go his mask on,eventually we met again and I placed him here" "why didn't you kill him" a girl with a clock said the woman was quiet she been asking herself that for so long the why of it she collected her thoughts and just answered "he wasn't mine to kill"
"What do you mean he wasn't yours to kill!" Screamed the first girl "I don't mean to interrupt but we're are we going exactly"
"Yeah Tami is right we've been walking forever" all the girls nodded their head
They look forwards like the rest of the would everything was an monotone theme as if they were walking through a memory
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They all finally walked into a larger opening two figures were locked in hand to hand combat one dressed in British attire the other German..when the girls came they stopped and looked at them their faces looked like their boss' face but with a clear mouth of razor sharp teeth
Then like Leon they were bound by wires that slowly drug across their skin one by one they were dragged into the shadows as the figures hummed along
As the girl woke up she found herself bound to a wooden table by barrbed fire with her Hoodia gone leaving her in her bra and her pant legs rolled up two of those devil soldiers walked up taking their bayonets from their Lee-enfield and started cutting the skin away from her arms and shines all while whistling the tune "its a long way from Tipperary" she screamed in pain and fear for the first time in a long time before soon she blacked out waking up in the opened area in the fetal position crying her pants were as they were and her Hoodie still on her all that remains of the experience was blood without cuts and the phantom pain in her limbs ______________________________________ Tami ______________________________________ When her eyes met the light she was above the trench on the dirt two calvary men and there horses had her pinned and tied to their lances in between their corps steeds
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Then they started to move slow at first dragging her along the mud and weeds then they picked up speed mud soon turned to dirt,dirt to gravel,and eventually gravel turned to fields of wire
After they dragged the poor girl through the wire her face was all but recognizable bleeding from long gashes all over her body like Jessica she faded to black opening her eyes he was huddled in a corner unmarked blood phantom pain wire made a small ring around her she try to cry yet no sound came she had no scars on her neck yet she mentally couldn't bring herself to make a sound ______________________________________ Judge Angel ______________________________________ Shaking off a cloth angel found herself bound to a sheet metal coss she was tied to it by ever constricting wire,skeleton soldiers gathered in a semi circle and one in a more ordained uniform spoke
"Dina Angela Clark, vous avez été reconnue coupable d'avoir détourné l'attention du titre honorable de juge et du titre sacré d'ange ainsi que de désertion. Comment plaidez-vous"
Angel in her panic failed to answer instead hurling threats the ordained figure continued
"Pour l'acte de profanation du titre Juge et ange vous a été donné Un total de vingt coups de fouet,pour l'acte de désertion vous avez été condamné à mort par peloton d'exécution,que les seigneurs et vos frères d'armes vous pardonnent et puissiez-vous trouver paix dans l'au-delà"
A blind fold of wire twisted to mimic the crown of thorns was placed over her eyes and a bayonet she was given to bite down on. With a sick metallic crack the whip of steel and lead stuck her back each time the lead dug deeper eventually the whipping stopped and she was cut from the cross only to be bound once more
The soldiers ready their rifles and with a quick bark the Crack of gunpowder filled the air and angels vision went black when she woke she looked around there was Jessica and Tami she tried to reach out to them but she was bound by bloodied torn soot covered purple cloth
A white light shined upon her it was a cold and harsh light as if heaven itself opened up to Judge her only making her pain all the more unbearable ______________________________________ Clockwork ______________________________________
Clockwork walked down the trench line everything was quiet not even the sounds of her friends,she turned a corner and a "German soldier" was turned to her before collapsing to the ground screaming lunching clawing gargling on his own blood trying to dig out his non existing eyes eventually he dropped a green gas flowing from his mouth glowing shining a lime green with the walls reflecting light as if the gas was water
Running Clockwork would turn corners climb into different trench lines but try as she might she was still overwhelmed by the gas filling every breath she took soon the blood flowed from her mouth eyes and nose soon enough she was clawing at her face almost ripping out her clock she to dropped to wake up in the same opening friends surrounded her blood and phantom burning ______________________________________ ?????? ______________________________________ As the tall woman walked eventually coming upon the girls and a figure standing over them he didn't look like the rest he had more color his arm and helmet wrapped in wire gas mask held to his face by a strand of tissue other hand scarred carrying a slightly rusted Mp-18 then he spoke "welcome back old friend"
