<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036</id><updated>2011-10-07T05:34:42.130+08:00</updated><category term='MGS ROCs 1'/><title type='text'>Tees rocking the blog with talents</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-6082025042066305873</id><published>2011-01-07T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T21:29:29.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologies for spamming D:</title><content type='html'>I don't know if you guys will see this, but I'm so sorry for spamming the class blog! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd really appreciate it if you guys could just watch the following video once, even the first 5 seconds, then turn it off or close the window. I'd totally like the views of this video to go up... And if you can comment, like or share the video (on Facebook, Twitter etc.) that would be awesome too ^^"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdoPcAkcdyc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jdoPcAkcdyc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="175"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case it doesn't embed properly, the link is&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jdoPcAkcdyc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you all don't like this post, I'll remove it right away, just let me know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-6082025042066305873?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/6082025042066305873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=6082025042066305873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/6082025042066305873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/6082025042066305873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2011/01/apologies-for-spamming-d.html' title='Apologies for spamming D:'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2432579160209487390</id><published>2010-07-05T15:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:17:09.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'m sorry for changing the skin. But this is much nicer than the other one, isn't it? You can actually&lt;i&gt;see &lt;/i&gt;the words for one thing.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. How is everyone? Happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2432579160209487390?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2432579160209487390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2432579160209487390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2432579160209487390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2432579160209487390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2010/07/m-sorry-for-changing-skin.html' title=''/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-8711671791809269307</id><published>2010-01-05T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:54:53.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I’ve finally mustered up the patience to get to writing this stupidly long story again. I can’t really decide what this so called ‘method’ is, seeing as no one really wants to suggest anything. So I shall just have a crap ending okay? Hope you love me as much as I love you all cuz this story is irritatingly long. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...This seriously isn't worthy of the beginning that is the sheer &lt;strong&gt;definition&lt;/strong&gt; of awesomenez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella rephrased her triumphant conclusion. It wasn’t really getting Don to open the door. It was really FORCING the door open. She WAS Queen wasn’t she? She could just order the door to be broken down and NO ONE would even blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flipped her phone open and started dialling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she blinked. Why was she trusting such useless fools anyway? They would probably take one look at Don, their poor, precious princess and turn on her. She scowled. Well, she would outsmart them. Turn on her would they? HUH. She wouldn’t call them. She would do this by herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stomped to the house’s door from where she standing a few metres away. Thumpety thump thump. She banged on the door, shaking a few leaves from the roof which fluttered down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“DONNN!”&lt;br /&gt;She shouted at the top of your lungs. “If you do not open the door, I shall ****ing MASSACRE the door.” And she was about to do that as just then, the door opened and Grumpy looked out. She looked particularly angry as she glared at Bella. She didn’t know that Bella was the Queen of Tuti, and probably didn’t really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was &lt;em&gt;sent&lt;/em&gt;” Here, she spat out the word as if it were a fly which flew into her mouth, “here to tell you to SHUT THE HELL UP. Skinny can’t hear the Korean people sing and Sleepy can’t sleep. GO AWAY.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella bristled. Or at least, she wanted to but she cowed under Grumpy’s gaze. She gave a lopsided grin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I-I’m sorry?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy stared back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes. Now please go away!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door slammed shut. Bella stared at it. She never knew that Don had such a powerful protector. She would have to rethink the force tactic. Bella crinkled her face. Why was Don being so evil. All she wanted was to hug her. IT. WAS. JUST. A. HUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sniffed. “Why does Don hate me???” And she sniffled again. Tears fell one by one from her eyes. And as her sight was obscured, she fell headfirst from a cliff and was never seen again (at least, not &lt;em&gt;recognisably&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don left the house in the forest with much congratulations and cheerings from its occupants. She reigned over Tuti for many blessed years and she finally retired from the throne after bearing isfjiwurfhurfhjjjaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhiufdhihj children. She lived a long, happy and successful life.&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-8711671791809269307?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8711671791809269307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=8711671791809269307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8711671791809269307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8711671791809269307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-finally-mustered-up-patience-to-get.html' title=''/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-1604849620854499753</id><published>2010-01-01T05:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T06:02:13.624+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It feels weird writing such an emotional post after giving up on that story below. But no one's doing it, so I think I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Everyone knows it. No one wants to say it. Mostly 'cause we don't have to I think. The year's ended. It's the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We are no longer 2T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. I've said it. It's really just as simple as that. But, since its only the first day of 2010 (or for me right now, the first 5 hours) let us all just take a moment to pretend we're still a class and reflect on 2009, maybe 2008. To back when we were still a class together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember in 2008, when we had that big hooha about Joni? I wonder why that was now, because... What was the entire point of it? Joni got hurt, we probably felt guilty. I guess we were just, well, bored I guess. Isn't it nice that we're all nice to each other now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when Claire booked almost every single person in the class? I do. She felt really sorry about it. But really. Right now, I think its quite funny. It should be put into the book of MGS records or something haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about the poems we did for LA oral. Or LA altogether? Algernon, Napoleon...The plays we did. I remember. (well, mostly 'cause I did quite well in them. Agree?) And, haha, we never did find out who was Napoleon. Who do you think it was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about that monkey story? It was a big thing...wasn't it? I can't remember haha. But I think people liked it. Guess I forgot to thank my loving fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you don't know about it. Well, I think everyone did. Do you remember about how there was this HUGE situation where LKY really tried her best to persuade Christine to let her bunk with someone else during the China trip? I think it was Maria or Saumya or someone. And the strangest thing was, in the end, during the China trip, they didn't really get on each other's nerves that much! Well that's what it seemed like to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of the China trip. Do you still remember it? The website guy, the industrial park. Having an ALL OUT party on the last day (well my group did. Did yours?) Oh!!! And flying kites! That was reeallyyy fun :D Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in 2009, we discovered that our form teacher was Ms Tan. That crazy short LA teacher. I remember thinking that school was going to be really fun. So different from Pandan (Unity girls! Unity!) Drawing on the chalk boards. My 2T STONE AGE. Haha. Forgive me for being bias. I AM me, after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming! Swimmingswimmingswimming. Doing somersaults, me hitting Sauma on the head with that float thing. Yellow caps complaining that they look like bananas. COLD SHOWERS. COMPLAINING in showers. Do you remember? 'Mensies' Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Love with a Cause. All of I remember of it was that Dr William Tan came, went around the track. Left. Oh. And we made the newspapers. Really, thats all I remember. I think I ran without paying for it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember crosscountry? Chip got 6th, Shree got 9th, and 6 of our class got into the top 50. HA. Seems like we're not as bad in sports as we think haha. Do you remember sweating through the whole 2.8km? Do you remember the awful feeling you got when you were told you had to run 2.8km? Do you remember your euphoria when you ACTUALLY RAN 2.8KM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember my Tuti story?(which I deleted 'cause it got boring)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the class party when after all the celebrations were over, Ms Tan announced that she'd be transfering? That sucked huh. And then we got HER. Sigh. But I suppose she's not bad after all. (I'm only saying that cuz I'm sec 3 now so I have to be mature) Do you even remember the class parties? Running around... Dancing around newspapers. Stuffing your tummy with AWESOME food. Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the fun-er LA lessons? Where we acted out scenes from R&amp;amp;J? Do you remember the REALLY GOOD Romeo and Juliet, Maria and Christine made? Do you think they should do it again? Haha. I think so. Mun and Hini too (: How about that game where the matriachs basically sold the girls in their group to the boys in the other group. Me and Kara got hooked up together. I think someone had a gay pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And WML was the dead village boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember the sports day not so long ago where we Actually WON against the sports class? I remember I was counting the goals, telling myself we were definitely going to lose, even though I was sure we had more goals than the other team? (I was the goal keeper. So I was really quite certain. Goal keepers have nothing to do) Do you remember that feeling when the whistle blew and 2T was declared the winner? I do. And it is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally. My biggest. BIGGEST. 'Do you remember'. DO. YOU. REMEMBER. CATS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Of course you did. And I bet you will never forget it. It'll always stay in the back of your mind, reminding you of the time when you were part of a 'musical'. Well kinda I guess. Do you remember the splits? Ugh. The FANKICKS. Double-Ugh. Do you remember the feeling you had when Family Night was canceled? Do you remember the feeling when we finished the entire thing? Now compare and contrast them. Just kidding. But do you remember? Do you remember Christine's amazing sexual-tension-ooze. Haha. Do you remember the hard work you put in? Do you remember you doing the sequences again and again and again till they were ingrained into your body? Do you remember 'JelliCLE songs for Jellicle CATS, JelliCLE songs for Jellicle CATS'? Do you remember that awful awful aaaaaawful makeup we had to put on? Do you remember our worry when WML and LKY Just Didn't Showup till it was sooo late?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember? Because I must, you must, WE must, never ever EVER forget.&lt;br /&gt;Our days as 2T.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-1604849620854499753?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1604849620854499753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=1604849620854499753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1604849620854499753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1604849620854499753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-feels-weird-writing-such-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-809589308954405291</id><published>2010-01-01T05:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:06:21.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay. Sincerely, I meant to write and finish a story by 1AM 1/1/2010. However I got distracted, and then the story grew longer and longer and longer with the end nowhere in sight. So. I'll just post what I've written now and finish it next time. OKAY? XD&lt;br /&gt;Evil Queen – Bella&lt;br /&gt;Huntsman – Kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Dwarfs&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy - Shree&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy- Mun&lt;br /&gt;Doc – Maria&lt;br /&gt;The-One-Who-Has-A-Long-Fringe-And-Who-Plays-The-Guitar-And-Is-Generally-Quite-Awesome (Abby)&lt;br /&gt;Sneezy - Seet&lt;br /&gt;Tiny - Chip&lt;br /&gt;Skinny - Gladys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the land of Tuti, long before Saumya or Hini, was Don. And before Don, of course, was her mother the Queen. The Queen (who shall remain nameless because she’s going to die any minute now) had long been barren. Many years she had waited for a child, to the point that she was almost mad with despair. She had tried everything. From old wives tales of children jumping on her bed, to the modern magics of genetic engineering and test-tube babies. Nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She remained childless and age was slowly catching up to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she was about to give up completely and leave the kingdom heirless, along came a crone who was ugly and warty, with a large hooked nose and a black cat which glared menacingly from the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I can help you, Queen. It would be simple for me to make you fertile with my magics, learnt from the four ends of Tuti. It would very very easy, Queen” She croaked, then she grinned and there was nothing nice in the open mouth which stretched from ear to ear and the yellow eyes that stared greedily and reflected nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen swallowed. It seemed like a good idea, but also a bad one. Like a man offering expensive chocolates from inside an open van. They were beautiful, wonderful-smelling chocolates, yes. But then again...What had mother said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old lady’s eyes flickered. She licked her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The child will so beautiful, you know? Just like her mother. The finest of legacies you could leave behind. What do you say...Queen?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her thin lips curled around the word, drawing it out, changing it into something quite unrecognisable. Quiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen shuddered with unrestrained disgust. She desperately did not want the help of such a creature but how could she leave the kingdom heirless? It was her duty as a Queen. Perhaps her most important duty, now that she was old and tired, and Death lurked behind every door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line had to continue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I accept”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;The death of the Queen at childbirth came as no surprise to the citizens of Tuti (although its real circumstances were known only to a crone with a warty nose and who owned a cat), they mourned for her as was customary but the mourning was held alongside much celebration for a princess had been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had eyelashes long as it was possible, pale skin and hair as black as a raven’s feather (although it wasn’t as dirty). By all normal and abnormal standards, she was as beautiful as the crone had said. And so, the citizens celebrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course she was too young to of yet ascend the throne, so there were a few days of confusion before it was filled by a long distant relative of the dead Queen. She was of medium height, medium weight and was strangely….. strange. Her name was Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue ominous music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella took to the task of Don’s upbringing with unusual enthusiasm. And slowly (well not exactly, just the appropriate amount of time) Don grew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as the plot is finally going to begin, I should bring to light a certain fact. Bella had a magic 8-ball which she kept in her labtop and talked to everyday. It was magic due to an enchantment placed on it a long time ago *ahem coding coughcough html sniff* which allowed it to speak truthfully and not just offer phrases such as “Yes, but only every seven months” or “Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your mother think?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most of you would ask, What would Bella do with such a dangerous artefact? What would she ask it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is quite simple. Every day, Bella would start up her laptop and ask it one simple question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who is the most awesome person in the land?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though it was certainly capable of answering Bella’s question *ahem Don ahem* due to its instincts of self-preservation, it always answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It is you, Queen Bella. You are the most awesome person in the land.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Bella would close the application with a curiously calm expression and leave the room to perform her normal Queenly things. Only one day, it all changed. The 8-ball, unable to stand the burdens of lying finally burst out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“FINE! FINEFINEFINEFInefinefinefineeeeeeee! Its Don, okay! Don is the most awesome person in the land! I can’t STAND IT! Be angry at me but I CAN’T LIE ANYMORE. “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it closed itself and the quiet it left behind was…sulky, in a matter of speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an ominous pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella smiled, but it wasn’t a good smile. One end of her mouth twitched and drew itself up. Then the other yaaaawned and stretched and then drew itself up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by up, I meant from one ear, to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t a good smile, the ears agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Servants!” She called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The servants appeared behind her in the way that only servants can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bring me the huntsman.” She ordered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The huntsman was duly produced. Her mouth twitched again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kara!” The exclamation was more of a bark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned around swiftly and the full force of the Smile was directed at said Kara. She shuddered. But her eyes were drawn to it in the way eyes are drawn to a trainwreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, but unable to look away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Bring me Don,” She whispered, “I wish to give her a –“ Her mouth twitched again. Kara drew one hesitant breath. “Hug.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara gave an ENORMOUS twitch and saluted, almost tripping over her feet to get away from the Smile.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;At that present moment, Don was in the forest as there was a problem with the internet connection in the castle and there was nothing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fshhhh”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She exhaled strongly. “I’m bored.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked about. The sun was shining, there were birds hopping to and fro on the ground. The world was a JOLLY AND HAPPY PLACE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then she was back to being bored. Just then, Kara arrived. She had regained her composure but was panting slightly from the long distance between the castle and the forest. She bent over, hands on her knees to regain her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she recovered, she looked back up at Don and grinned weakly at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Don.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don nodded back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was familiar with Kara, and most of the castle population. It was no fault of hers. She didn’t purposefully go out to meet people. People were just…drawn to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight to the point. Just like Don. Kara smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The Queen wants to give you a…Hug, Don. I’m supposed to bring you to her. Officially, I am highly supportive of this. Unofficially,” She looked faintly uneasy. “I think you should escape. Something’s going to happen and…It’s not pretty, Don.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don thought for a moment then stood up, brushing the dirt off her jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks for telling me, Kara but I think I’ll go to see her. She’s Bella after all. I don’t think she’d do anything too drastic.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, she started moving towards the castle. Kara grabbed her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t! I don’t think she’s herself. She doesn’t LOOK like herself. Don, please. I don’t want you to get hurt. You could DIE, Don. Please, PLEASE escape into the forest.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don looked at the desperation on Kara’s face and reassessed the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I could get killed in the forest, you know. It’s not safe. There are wolves in it-“&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don!” Kara was near tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Fine. Hmph.”&lt;br /&gt;She headed towards the forest.&lt;br /&gt;Now what am I supposed to do? Thought Kara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;Bella looked at the lifesized doll Kara had covered with a blanket and was supporting secretly with her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why is she covered with a blanket?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara coughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Um. In the afternoon, she joined a nunnery which um, takes a vow of um, not showing their face to the world um yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella’s eyes narrowed but she nodded anyway. Then…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Go*, Kara nearly swooned. The Smile was back. There was a tickling in her plastic-clad stomach that hinted heavily that she was going to die soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella stretched her arms, one after the other. She reached out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an explosion of HUGINESS, destroying half the room, killing most of the inhabitants except Kara and the Queen. The remains of the doll were scattered among the ruins of the room, mostly dust although an odd body part poked out here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a vague smile on the Bella’s face. It was odd, but it wasn’t the Smile. She giggled.&lt;br /&gt;“Oops.”&lt;br /&gt;Kara fainted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Don was wandering around in the forest, bored. She thought about going back to the castle where she was SURE the internet connection had been fixed but then she remembered Kara’s face and decided against it. She really was bored though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she heard a sound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came from far away but the tune was easily recognisable. And as the noise became louder and louder, Don made out the words they were singing: Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry nake nake nake nake nake nake bajoh bajoh bajoh bajoh etc etc…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recognising the people as possible KPop fans, Don almost decided not to approach them. Bu-ut…&lt;br /&gt;She really was bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she set out in search of the anonymous KPop fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a gruelling long time, she arrived at a house. It was an ordinary house, absolutely nothing abnormal about it. Well, except that it was in the middle of a forest with no other houses within a 700m radius. But…that’s no big deal huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also booming out KPop music at the highest volume it could possibly go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don looked at the house. It looked back at her. Neither one wanted to approach the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Don mustered up the courage to ring the doorbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ding-dong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited. There were loud crashes coming from the vicinity of the house. Something went ping. The music stopped. She waited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the door opened. A grumpy looking face stared out. It had a mass of curly hair with a hat on top. It was green (hat, not hair).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What do you want? Whatever you’re selling, we’re not interested.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grumpy face was pushed out of the house by two other people. Both were petite although one was predominantly small while the other was predominantly skinny. They looked up curiously at Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you? Are you a salesperson?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We’re not very interested, sorry.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a clatter from inside the house and Don could hear people shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to see the person too! Let me seeee! Don’t crowd the doorway”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s ALL go out! Come on Doc. Stop reading! Let’s go see the stranger!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t see what the fuss is. I don’t want to.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And above all the pandemonium, a small ‘zzz’ could be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a whole pile of people piled out of the house. Don waited as they sorted themselves out. She was curious, but mostly indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were strange people, all dressed in loose clothing and hats (although some hats had fallen off and were being retrieved by their owners). They all looked different, some with curly hair, some with short hair, others with long hair. Some had a tan, others did not. None of them looked related to any of the other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looked at Don. Don looked back. The grumpy one broke the silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So? Are you a salesperson? If you are, I’m going back in.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don blinked and there was a pause before she replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m running away from someone and I need a place to stay. Could you lend me a room to stay in for a few days?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sure.” Said the short one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine with it.” Said the skinny one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think we have room.” Said one of the people, this one with bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay!” Agreed another person enthusiastically. She had a reddish nose and she held a tissue box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okay!” Agreed another one. She grinned and there was a glint of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmph. Fine, come in.” Said the grumpy one, and then went back into the house with an air of someone who had completed a needed but troublesome task. With a lot of noise and exclamations, the rest of the group followed suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don followed the last of the strange people and went into the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looked ordinary but cozy. There were framed photos placed haphazardly on tables and hung on the wall. A few chairs were placed here and there, coupled with two sofas. The rug on the floor had clearly seen better days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The short one collapsed into a chair. Some sat on the floor, some sat on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I suppose we shall have to introduce ourselves. I’m Tiny,” she said. And scowled. Don got the idea that she greatly disliked her name. She wore glasses and had a yellow hat, her short hair was pulled back into a small ponytail and her legs barely reached the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The skinny one, who sat on a chair beside her kicked her legs and relaxed. There was a friendly air about her and her actions were graceful, but completely natural. “I’m Skinny.” She said, and smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with bangs nodded. She had bangs that nearly covered her eyebrows (but didn’t). She was attractive in a sophisticated, poised but exotic way (A.N. Contributed by Christine!)and she held herself with great pride. A pair of perfectly rounded glasses rested on her nose. “I’m Doc.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one with the reddish nose grinned. She put her tissue box on the table beside her and waved a sleeved arm. “I’m Sneezy!” And as if calculated…She sneezed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grumpy one sniffed. She had, as I have said before, a mass of curly hair which was barely controlled under her hat. She was what people would call pleasantly plump (although in her case, more grumpily plump?) and she pulled it off with aplomb. Instead of being a detriment as it would on others, it instead only increased her natural authority. “…Grumpy.” She announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last one in the room grinned lazily, as if having not only an ace up her sleeve, but a King, a wildcard and a 2 of spades. “I am-“ Pause. She stared at Don and her grin widened. “The-One-Who-Has-A-Long-Fringe-And-Who-Plays-The-Guitar-And-Is-Generally-Quite-Awesome”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don projected a silence which showed an utter disapproval of that name. It also insinuated ‘You are forever going to be called Oi’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The-One-Who-Has-A-Long-Fringe-And-Who-Plays-The-Guitar-And-Is-Generally-Quite-Awesome slumped back into her seat and mumbled. “But you can also call me Abby.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don nodded. “So there are six of you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny shook her head vigorously. “No! There’s one more!” She held a finger to her lips, grinning. And then she slowly pointed to an arm chair in a dark corner which contained a previously unseen occupant. A soft snore rose from the figure and subsided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s Sleepy.” Tiny whispered. “She sleeps a lot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don nodded again. Then a thought struck her. She forgot to ask something vitally important!&lt;br /&gt;“Do you have internet?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;There was a funeral as was customary for the poor princess who ‘died so young’. People from all over Tuti gathered to mourn for the poor deceased Don. And among them all, Bella was the loudest mourner. People within a 500 mile radius could hear her sobbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Donnnn…DONNNN!!! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO DIEEEEEE???!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara merely covered her ears in her bed and quivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funeral lasted for 2 weeks, in which Bella spent the entire duration beside ‘Don’s coffin and refused to leave. As a result, she didn’t touch her 8-ball for the entire 2 weeks. But when those 2 weeks were over, she opened the application and carefully asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“8-ball, who is the most awesome person in Tuti?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8-ball replied sulkily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I told you didn’t I? It’s Don. Don I tell you! Don!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella’s face went stiff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don..?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yup.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“8-ball, where is Don right now?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“In a house in the forest. Probably a sleepover or something. I don’t care anymore.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella slowly closed her labtop. She closed her eyes. An observant watcher would have noticed a vein throbbing in her forehead. A very observant watcher would have noticed the ends of her mouth…twitch. Those two observers would also be dead, due to the immense fury radiating from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“KAAAAAAAARAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara jumped out of bed and ran for her life towards Bella’s bedroom. Every cell in her body, every tissue, every organ was screaming for her to run in the opposite direction and that if she reached Bella’s bedroom, she would definitely ****ing die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached the bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella sat on her chair facing the door. And oh go*s, she had the Smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kara?” Asked Bella sweetly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Y-yes Queen?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why is Don alive?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sh*t, thought Kara. I’mdeadI’mdeadI’mdead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m not sure Queen, I thought she was dead?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No. She isn’t. Bring her to me. Or you WILL die.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Kara left the room, she immediately went to her room, packed her bags and left. Presumably to Timbaktu, or more likely, another planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;After waiting a day for Kara to bring Don, she finally found out that Kara had left for another planet. Sick of all her useless servants, Bella decided to take matters into her own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would go to that house in the forest, and then she would hug Don! Brilliant! She was such a genius. Bella patted herself on the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But…How would she make Don open the door? Don probably knew she wanted to hug her by now and she would NEVER open the door. So how would she trick Don?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats! Of course. Everyone loves cats, she reasoned. So if she dressed up as a cat, Don would DEFINITELY let her in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humming to herself, she began her preparations.&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Don was playing cards with Tiny, Skinny and Doc. She had been playing cards for 3 straight hours and she was quickly getting bored of it. But what could she do? There was no internet, no gameboy, no PSP, no Xbox, not even a TV! Only a radio where Skinny, Tiny, Abby and Sneezy could play their KPop. She didn’t even have to think about listening She yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it.” She volunteered. She thought everyone would rush to get the door just like when she first came. But no one did. That day was probably a really boring day, she thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before opening the door, Don checked the window to see who it was. She blinked, rubbed her eyes and looked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no mistaking it. Bella was outside her door, dressed as a cat! Don thought slowly. She wanted Bella to leave. But how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe…. It couldn’t possibly work.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella stood outside the door of the house in the forest. She was dressed as a black and white cat, complete with tail and makeup. She miaowed to herself absent-mindedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, she noticed a piece of paper being shoved outside through the underside of the door from inside the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked it up, read it aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm…House..empty. Gone…to…Timbaktu….Leave…Milk….Outside…Door.” She blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh. They’ve gone on a holiday. I shall just go home then.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don sighed as she watched Bella turn back. She couldn’t believe it worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella only realised it the next day and a wave of fury swept over the castle.&lt;br /&gt;*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Bella went to the house dressed as a sheep. Because sheep are harmless, she reasoned. Don would surely open the door for her. But then she got distracted by a butterfly and ran off.&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after, Bella tried to land on the roof in a parachute and go down the chimney of the house but she was blown into a river and had to spend the rest of the day at the spa fixing her hair.&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;After 3 days of trying method after method, Bella was about to give up. But then she realized… There was still one more method. One more method that would definitely get Don to open the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT COULD IT BE????????? Tag if you know. Tag if you have something you want me to put in. Tag if you're bored. 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxiQOehkjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0Jej0M5Ts4w/s1600-h/baby19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 163px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421316082350789170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxiQOehkjI/AAAAAAAAAnI/0Jej0M5Ts4w/s200/baby19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Szxh99r2k7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/Xr1wz1vJldU/s1600-h/baby17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421315768605643698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Szxh99r2k7I/AAAAAAAAAnA/Xr1wz1vJldU/s200/baby17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhxP-rCbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HUX6cy0EvXU/s1600-h/312203-20080824153209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421315550178118066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhxP-rCbI/AAAAAAAAAm4/HUX6cy0EvXU/s200/312203-20080824153209.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhsUf5c3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/QS8RT8V2PrU/s1600-h/27544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421315465491870578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhsUf5c3I/AAAAAAAAAmw/QS8RT8V2PrU/s200/27544.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Szxhmvq6syI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6SWzecpgtp0/s1600-h/69.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421315369706631970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Szxhmvq6syI/AAAAAAAAAmo/6SWzecpgtp0/s200/69.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhduOFCGI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lWj6OHhuxo4/s1600-h/59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421315214698416226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhduOFCGI/AAAAAAAAAmg/lWj6OHhuxo4/s200/59.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhXVYdR4I/AAAAAAAAAmY/bLpqEwYbf0I/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421315104951846786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhXVYdR4I/AAAAAAAAAmY/bLpqEwYbf0I/s200/35.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhSGiVKYI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bPHrNLNMMEA/s1600-h/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421315015067380098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhSGiVKYI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/bPHrNLNMMEA/s200/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhK0-c5GI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eR1Fkbib9TM/s1600-h/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421314890094404706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhK0-c5GI/AAAAAAAAAmI/eR1Fkbib9TM/s200/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhAy2lyDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/qyUggUNt-0Y/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421314717725870130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SzxhAy2lyDI/AAAAAAAAAmA/qyUggUNt-0Y/s200/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Szxg9HNoEII/AAAAAAAAAl4/3JTHeC9DMN8/s1600-h/09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421314654471721090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Szxg9HNoEII/AAAAAAAAAl4/3JTHeC9DMN8/s200/09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Szxg3bnvS1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/htC2R7qzNcw/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421314556870740818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Szxg3bnvS1I/AAAAAAAAAlw/htC2R7qzNcw/s200/01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2552979597252623832?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-6169849801558782449</id><published>2009-10-20T18:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T18:40:44.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Not Weep, Child, For Exams Are Kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not weep, child, for exams are kind&lt;br /&gt;Because your friend cut her wrists for stress&lt;br /&gt;And trembled as it bled down&lt;br /&gt;Do not weep,&lt;br /&gt;Exams are kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoarse, silent whispers of pens in the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;Little souls who ache to sleep&lt;br /&gt;These students were born to learn and die&lt;br /&gt;Facts and formulas float among them&lt;br /&gt;Great is the study-god, great and his kingdom --&lt;br /&gt;The classroom where a thousand souls lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not weep, mother, for exams are kind&lt;br /&gt;Because your child cries herself to sleep at night,&lt;br /&gt;Flinches as she hands you her results,&lt;br /&gt;Do not weep,&lt;br /&gt;Exams are kind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dull textbooks in the classroom,&lt;br /&gt;Cat with fish and bowl,&lt;br /&gt;These students were born to learn and die&lt;br /&gt;Point to them the virtue of cramming&lt;br /&gt;Make plain to them the excellence of mugging&lt;br /&gt;And the classroom where a thousand souls lie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher, whose scrawls stain red,&lt;br /&gt;The white untainted scripts of your students.&lt;br /&gt;Do not weep.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are kind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-3743623462981384789</id><published>2009-09-06T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:33:42.469+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti GROUP PIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SqNlU3PfFRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/lYcvOesS_PE/s1600-h/mafia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378253789111194898" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SqNlU3PfFRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/lYcvOesS_PE/s200/mafia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the completed group pic of Tuti, mafia style. Please go to Facebook for a larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawn by Kara and Isabella.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-3743623462981384789?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/3743623462981384789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=3743623462981384789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/3743623462981384789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/3743623462981384789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/09/tuti-group-pic.html' title='Tuti GROUP PIC!'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SqNlU3PfFRI/AAAAAAAAAlo/lYcvOesS_PE/s72-c/mafia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-633234884172356474</id><published>2009-09-04T20:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T20:47:44.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whee.</title><content type='html'>Geog terms warped in SGP-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GORGES adj. stunningly beautiful&lt;br /&gt;("That ger (girl) is gorges!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORAL verb.&lt;br /&gt;1. to bicker&lt;br /&gt;("Want to coral, is it?")&lt;br /&gt;2. (followed by reef) to argue with&lt;br /&gt;("Want to coral reef me, is it?")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAM noun. a swear word to express disgust or dismay&lt;br /&gt;("Dam it, call her go Zouk, she doe wan.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALLEY adverb. extremely&lt;br /&gt;("That Versachee belt, valley nice!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERMOMETER phrase. to meet the next day&lt;br /&gt;("Cindy say thermometer at Taka.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATITUDE adjective. a disagreeable demeanour&lt;br /&gt;(" She really got latitude problem man!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CIRRUS adjective. certain&lt;br /&gt;("Cirrus or not? Don' bluff!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANOPY phrase. impossible&lt;br /&gt;("He bought new handphone? Canopy!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these are 2 funny ads involving apple and blackberry companies pitting their ads against each other.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blackberry first made an ad involving a blackberry smashing into an apple,with the apple exploding cos the blackberry was too good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bVO8o_PKvVg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bVO8o_PKvVg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blackberry:nothing can touch it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then apple fought back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fzmv7YAKek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2fzmv7YAKek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="200"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apple:simple facts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-633234884172356474?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/633234884172356474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=633234884172356474' title='0 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/noe3kR8KqJc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/noe3kR8KqJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yeah,these are funny vids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;sorry if you hate these.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;haha.i'm almost close to spamming.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;do you people...mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph79vPIiWbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-4671815323052334356?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/4671815323052334356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=4671815323052334356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/4671815323052334356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/4671815323052334356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/08/funny-heroes-video.html' title='funny heroes video!'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2136742228195494670</id><published>2009-07-27T16:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:38:50.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Permanent hiatus</title><content type='html'>Yo. This is Kara. Just would like to say that I am officially stopping the mafia story. I have received far too many complaints about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you want to know:&lt;br /&gt;1. your entrance (if you have not appeared yet),&lt;br /&gt;2. your fate after the finale, or&lt;br /&gt;3. the plot of the finale,&lt;br /&gt;please email me, and I will tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Kara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. For those of you who wondering, I don't have H1N1...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2136742228195494670?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2136742228195494670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2136742228195494670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2136742228195494670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2136742228195494670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/07/permanent-hiatus.html' title='Permanent hiatus'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-7741630165363925595</id><published>2009-07-19T14:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:28:12.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 38</title><content type='html'>I am going to rush this and speed it up a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Christine: Here is the long-awaited appearance of your dragon.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"We are going to WHAT?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stared at Se Ern in horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Maria had been admitted to the hospital section, Se Ern had proceeded to give them orders from the higher-ups back in Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were to invade the enemy base in five days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi bit her lip nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A raid was a good idea. Attack the enemy before they attack you. But they had not completed their training yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the meeting room looked at her intently. She sighed, making up her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone, train extra hard. Let's do this."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Three days had passed since then. Maria showed no sign of improving, so Kah Yunn was to take her place in the raid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi had finally developed a new, powerful technique. It had almost blown up the training room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Christine, her training was going well. She was in the library, figuring out the secret behind the many boxes. She had solved it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for one little problem...&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Ancalagon! Get off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pyuu..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled, trying in vain to yank off the little red dragon clutching her arm in a death grip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get off me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pyuu...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancalagon looked at her, and Christine thought she saw a glimmer of mischief in those huge golden eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine's scowl deepened. Were'nt box weapons supposed to obey their masters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Ancalagon let go, but not before scratching her viciously on the arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ancalagon soared off the table, flapped her wings frantically, and crashed to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine sighed resignedly.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Victoria holstered her new weapon. The sword didn't feel right to her, so Sam had traded itfor this. It was much cooler, she had to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, she still had her handy golf club.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Aw," cooed Jeanine at dinner, the night before the raid. She watched with sparkling eyes as Ancalagon gobbled up sausage number fifteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's so cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine sniffed disgustedly, looking at Jeanine fawning over her box weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Traitor. She's nice to everyone but me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the day of the invasion. The infiltration squad consisted of Yiernoshi, Jeanine, Christine, Victoria, Se Ern, and Kah Yunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, they had been lucky. The guy guarding the entrance to the base was sleeping, allowing them to sneak in. So far, no alarms had sounded, and no enemy had spotted them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they crawled through the ventilation pipe, they heard a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, I hear rats crawling about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing they knew, the pipe collapsed, and they fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked up at their assailant, and came face to face with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pair of glowing red eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-7741630165363925595?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/7741630165363925595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=7741630165363925595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7741630165363925595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7741630165363925595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuti-mafia-38.html' title='Tuti Mafia 38'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-956911912491938934</id><published>2009-07-09T20:30:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T21:44:21.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omake 10</title><content type='html'>Here are the TYL (Ten Years Later) references (according to flame type) for the Carbonara! From top to bottom: Yiernoshi-Sky (Sawada Tsuna) (TYL version is unknown); TYL Christine-Storm (Gokudera Hayato); Christine; TYL Victoria-Cloud (Hibari Kyouya); Victoria; TYL Claire-Rain (Yamamoto Takeshi); Claire; Maria-Mist (Chrome Dokuro-female reference) (TYL version is unavailable); TYL Maria (Rokudo Mukuro-male reference); Maria (male reference); TYL Se Ern-Sun (Sasagawa Ryohei); Se Ern; TYL Jeanine-Thunder (Lambo); Jeanine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These references are based on flame attribute type. If your reference here is different from an earlier one, the earlier ones are personality references.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those without the acronym TYL in front means that they are the non-TYL references, so that you can compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next omake: The TYL Cheddocheezaria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SlXx8pp7cLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/JznC8svIoLo/s1600-h/tsuna-hypermode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356453356103233714" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SlXx8pp7cLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/JznC8svIoLo/s200/tsuna-hypermode.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SlXxkyr2ASI/AAAAAAAAAlY/FXm8o4RDaug/s1600-h/tyl+gokudera+ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356452946210324770" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SlXxkyr2ASI/AAAAAAAAAlY/FXm8o4RDaug/s200/tyl+gokudera+ring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SlXv7rfBAjI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/KdVzDtGP6aU/s1600-h/tyl+gokudera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356451140391207474" style="WIDTH: 141px; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-956911912491938934?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/956911912491938934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=956911912491938934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/956911912491938934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/956911912491938934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/07/omake-10.html' title='Omake 10'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SlXx8pp7cLI/AAAAAAAAAlg/JznC8svIoLo/s72-c/tsuna-hypermode.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-561011258254831057</id><published>2009-07-09T18:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T18:51:41.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 37</title><content type='html'>I promised lots of people I'd update today, so here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clear up some doubts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Eva Moore is a random character I made up. She taught Maria to create illusions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Yes, Se Ern, the one right at the end of the previous chapter was you.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Fixit frowned at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I thought, I don't have enough data to determine whether the signal I picked up is real or not..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped backwards in surprise, as her screen suddenly filled with rows of commas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam peered at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's an emergency coded message."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixit frowned, typing away at the keys while Yiernoshi, Christine, Jeanine, and Victoria looked on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In our slang, a comma represents one head cut off. It's a code for killing. This...is the assassin squad's code!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Assassin squad?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that..." Yiernoshi started.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Mitong paced up and down the hospital corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Shreenithi! Runs off on her own, leaving her squad behind, and she has to get herself heavily injured.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least Shreenithi's Ring didn't get lost. Unfortunately, one of her boxes had disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse opened the door to Shreenithi's ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Shreenithi has regained consciousness. However, her jaw is broken, and she is in danger of infecting her many wounds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitong sighed. One Captain, out of comission.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Fixit frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This data contains a video, I believe. Give me a few more seconds to decode it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later, she smiled triumphantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aha! I've decoded it! The signal comes from the Carbonara, after all. The digital signature matches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That means it really is them, then...the Carbonara Special Assassination Squad..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixit pressed a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's playing now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi focused her eyes on the screen, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEEEEEEEY!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blinked at a slightly familiar face on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are your heads still attached, you brats!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Future..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chip!" gasped Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed Chip. She swung her short ponytail out of the way as she grinned menacingly at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn it down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen up, you brats-ow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slim hand had appeared, pushing Chip off the sofa she had been sitting on, and onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOII! Don't push me off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sigh from the person off-screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then stepped into view, and Yiernoshi recognised Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shaddap. This is my video, not yours, so quit messing around and deafening everyone. Go bother Bella or something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys turned to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen. Don't go outside, even if you pick up the signal of a new ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new head popped out from behind Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you wait very patiently, an instruction will arrive soon. Until then, stay put like good little kiddies~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bella."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The princess is bored~I came here to bug you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys narrowed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you interrupt me again, I'll kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dare you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing Yiernoshi saw on screen was a three-person all-out fight as Chip, Gladys, and Bella scuffled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shoe came flying towards the screen, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen went blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixit groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They kicked the camera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine frowned thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's that instruction they mentioned, anyways?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess they must be referring to her," Sam said. "She's just returned from Italy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A step sounded behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A waist-length ponytail swished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All eyes went to the unconscious Maria in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se Ern, gatecrashing!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-561011258254831057?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/561011258254831057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=561011258254831057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/561011258254831057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/561011258254831057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuti-mafia-37.html' title='Tuti Mafia 37'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-9211484211855297862</id><published>2009-07-05T23:54:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T21:34:34.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WIP</title><content type='html'>Bah. I'm bored. Wheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oneshot: Dance of The Pixies?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun slowly set upon Tuti, turning twilight to dusk. The wildlands rustled with the sounds of animals preparing to sleep, and the little folk slowly waking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire fluttered in and out of the long grass, absentmindedly humming a song which she had been hearing repeatedly since waking up. The source of which she was currently looking for, if for nothing else, to get it to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or Creator forbid, to find something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in her thoughts, she had nearly crashed into a pixie, who though only a few inches tall, was a head taller than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Hmmm...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire flittered to the ground gracefully, then stood back up again and brushing her dress down, looked around and asked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Practicing."&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of practice?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dance."&lt;br /&gt;"Funny kind of dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which indeed it was, for the pixies were merely sitting on the ground, or on toadstools looking depressed. Some sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pixie she was talking to sighed as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're supposed to be doing a dance for the Pixie Ball, but though some of us actually know how to dance, we just &lt;strong&gt;can't&lt;/strong&gt; create a dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire hummed while she thought, then grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. I'll help you! Play the song!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pixie looked at her, then decided it wouldn't hurt and turned on the raydio (solar powered radio invented by the pixies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the chorus," She told Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire thought for a while turned her head here, then there, then raised her leg, then the other leg, then did a weird body wave thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can work with this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pixie looked incredulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wowed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun was about to rise when Claire finally headed home to sleep. She thought about the pixies she had met and smiled broadly to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flashback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Claire told them sternly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let's meet two suns from now, okay? And practice at home. Very important!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Can't wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she sped home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few suns later, after practicing again and again and again and again and....Well, you get the idea, the pixies had gotten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire beamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excellent! You're going to knock the elder pixies' beards off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pixies clapped excitedly, whispering among themselves as they headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're gonna do it!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bet she's just being optimistic."&lt;br /&gt;"Think we suck"&lt;br /&gt;"I like chocolate cake!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, show me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Late!"&lt;br /&gt;"Early"&lt;br /&gt;"Again!"&lt;br /&gt;"Again!"&lt;br /&gt;"Again!"&lt;br /&gt;"AGAIN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire &lt;strong&gt;yelled&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is &lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt; with you today? &lt;strong&gt;Tell me&lt;/strong&gt;! Seven suns ago, you were &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;What is this?!&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pixies looked at each other, fidgeted. Each thinking: It's been so long since we've done this. Not the same if we don't do it together. Need a moment to remember.....Just. Please....... Another chance....Don't be angry, don't be angry.......Another chance.......Please......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire looked at them. Her lower lip trembled. In a low voice, she repeated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;What is this&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she fled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a moment's pause. The pixies looked at each other. Then away, nervously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;We made Claire mad....&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pixies looked around, then at the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fidgeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one by one, they excused themselves and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A slow crawl, then when out of sight, a fleet footed sprint, as if running from something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or perhaps.... Towards something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire trembled with suppressed rage, disappointment and...regret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;flashback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Claire! We're going to the Glen to practice for the Faerie Ball, you coming?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;She shook her head, said no, she was doing something, a project, when in actuality, she was blocking for the pixies. Her heart ached, she wanted to dance...But she also wanted to do it for the pixies....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Claire! &lt;strong&gt;Two suns! &lt;/strong&gt;You haven't handed in this piece of work for two suns, Claire! If you don't buck up, your grades are going to fall!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And Claire could not reply, could not say it was a misunderstanding. For it was true, anyway. She had spent her time polishing up the dance moves for the pixies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was a sacrifice. But worth it......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire trembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;They have no idea what I've done for them.......&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yet another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Claire."&lt;br /&gt;"Claire..."&lt;br /&gt;"Claire?"&lt;br /&gt;"Claire!"&lt;br /&gt;"CLAIRE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up. Saw their faces. Then remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pixies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused. Worth... it? Wor-th it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slapped herself. Of course it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were her friends after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lower lip trembled as she looked up at them. Different faces, some pale, some dark, some tall, some....even shorter than Claire (Note. Chip) All looking concernedly down at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her big brown(ish) eyes looked up at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I..shouted at you....Do you hate me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the smiles she got in response, the hands that reached out, were more than an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;the&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeee. P.S, Bella's world does not include selfishness, revenge, unforgiveness, or anything of that kind. That, and exaggeration form this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who actually manage to read to this point,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a cookie (virtual) (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-9211484211855297862?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/9211484211855297862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=9211484211855297862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/9211484211855297862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/9211484211855297862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/07/wip.html' title='WIP'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-6382470052267651093</id><published>2009-07-05T13:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T13:44:51.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cats Musical thingy</title><content type='html'>Hey guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blogs kinda dead. Aside from the mafia stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, just posting on the status for the musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the program:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Overture (1:48)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Prologue - Jellicle Songs for Jellicle Cats (5:08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jellicles Come to the Jellicle Ball (2:25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Rum Tum Tugger (3:07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Of the Aweful Battle of the Pekes and the Pollicles (4:57)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Skimbleshanks: The Railway Cat (4:19)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Macavity: The Mystery Cat (3:40)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Magical Mr Mistoffelees (3:00)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Memory (4:59)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Finale - The Jellicle Ball / Credits (4:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah. Please remember to check emails. I'll be sending more details tomorrow so do keep on the lookout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes and please bring your TAIL YARN on Tuesday. I will be conducting a session from 11.30am - 12 noon on tail making and ear making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and I will keep you posted. Happy Youth Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire the choreo cat xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-6382470052267651093?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/6382470052267651093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=6382470052267651093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/6382470052267651093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/6382470052267651093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/07/cats-musical-thingy.html' title='Cats Musical thingy'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-9136416336718678983</id><published>2009-07-01T15:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T16:18:44.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 36</title><content type='html'>Maria sighed, and leaned back against the old wall. She lifted up her hand, and looked at the ring frozen to her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly was going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been out grocery shopping, when all of a sudden something had come whizzing towards her, enveloping her in yellow smoke. When it cleared, she was here, in this dilipidated building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;em&gt;clunk&lt;/em&gt; sounded behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A snow-white feather drifted in from the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A bird?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe...who would have thought that my next encounter with you would be with your past self? But still...it's here! It's really here!~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria spun around to find a skinny young woman in a heavy white jacket and glasses. A snowy white owl enveloped in red flames flapped beside her, and she held a short stick alight with red flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flipped her long braid out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's begin, little Maria."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Who?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Shreenithi. From your appearance, it appears that you've never time travelled before. It's kind of like Alice finding her way into Wonderland, don't you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria frowned, confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're such a scrawny brat. I prefer the you you become in this era. But..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She darted forward, like a white blur, and grabbed Maria's hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...it's frozen. So that's why you didn't show up on the radar...But it's the real one. The ring, the Carbonara Ring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria yanked her hand back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It hurts!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria yanked her knife out of its sheath in her bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi smirked.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi peered at the screen in the tech room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is Maria?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...she looks so different!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ten years ago, shortly after the Ring Battles, Maria's two sidekicks were captured and killed in an attempt to capture Maria herself. Maria was rather deeply shaken by the death of the two she considered close friends, and as a result, she lost all her self confidence."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi squinted at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But she's wearing a skirt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"School uniform."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She goes to school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course. She is, after all, your age."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi frowned thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Maria dodged Shreenithi's stick and rolled to one side, wincing in pain at the two burns on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Magma!" she gasped. "Erupt from the floor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, pillars of fire erupted, sending chunks of floor flying everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi smirked, walking straight through the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very impressive. But this is only an illusion. Are you still going to use these childish tricks?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bounced a box in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like teacher, like student, I see. Both very pathetic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked at a picture of a woman on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And who is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We believe this is the one who taught Maria her skills, Eva Moore. She was rumoured to be one of the strongest illusionists ever. However, six months ago, a rumour was passed around that she had been defeated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam pressed a button, and the picture of a lady with a long braid appeared on screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one that defeated her was the Captain of the White Tomatoes Eighth Squad, Shreenithi."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Maria glared at Shreenithi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no way Master Eva could lose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your knowledge is only up till ten years ago, hmm? Then allow me to show you...the magic of this era!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi's box opened, and the owl came soaring out. It flapped its wings, and a giant storm appeared, washing over Maria's fire columns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is reality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not good...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria fumbled around on the ground, picked up a rock, and flung it at Shreenithi, hitting her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking Shreenithi's distraction as an oppurtunity, she ran out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran to the emergency shelter that had been there even when her friends were still alive. Panting, she crouched, hoping that Shreenithi wouldn't find her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes began to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't sleep, little student.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria spun around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just now...that was Master Eva's voice!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi laughed cruelly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still running away? Coward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sure I heard Master Eva...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning around, she squinted into the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Master Eva?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi snorted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's dead, silly girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm over here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been behind you since earlier.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria spun around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owl frowned at her. Suddenly, its golden eyes seemed to crack, revealing one blue eye and one brown eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Master Eva's eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, let's begin, Maria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi frowned. What was that girl staring at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yes. Her magnificent owl. It was grand, with that red aura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red flame flickered. Suddenly, it wasn't red any more. It was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...indigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owl swooped straight at Shreenithi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria, take this chance. Run up the stairs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi stared at the owl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those eyes...you're Eva Moore!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The owl landed on a patch of rubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very good, Shreenithi. You grasped the situation pretty quickly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not stand for something so absurd! I've heard that you have the power of possession, but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eva laughed quietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you remember? In the last battle, I scratched your little owl, didn't I? And you do know that just one scratch is good enough for possession...for me at least."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You...you...who's ever heard of possessing a box?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I've done it, so what can I say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Maria was crouched at the top of the steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Listen, Maria. For various reasons, I am unable to use a large amount of energy. Also, I do not think it is possible for you to escape. So...you will defeat her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll be fine. You have the Carbonara Ring.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maria looked down at her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ice...it's thawing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That Mist Ring will lend you all the power you need.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Fixit gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've picked up the signal of a new Ring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi peered at Fixit's screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that Maria's hideout? It could be Maria with the Carbonara Ring!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Analyze that data. Now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes ma'am!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The owl was thrown out, and smashed into the wall next to Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Master Eva!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm fine. But you should get rid of that nuisance first. Draw out the power of the Ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The power of the Ring?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feed it your resolution&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria frowned. On her hand, the Ring burst into indigo flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stretched out a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erupt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like before, giant pillars of fire erupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Incredible...but still fake."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It didn't work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make your illusions stronger. Like a proper illusionist. Do not say anything out loud, but instead imagine it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Multiply.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, a hundred or so knives appeared, encircling Shreenithi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shreenithi frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is an illusion for sure...but which is the real one...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria held out her hand, and with a sudden movement, clenched her fist tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The knives all flew towards Shreenithi...&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The wall of the old building exploded, and a bloody body flew out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shadow moved in the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Am I too late? I hope she's alright..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meow."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-9136416336718678983?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/9136416336718678983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=9136416336718678983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/9136416336718678983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/9136416336718678983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/07/tuti-mafia-36.html' title='Tuti Mafia 36'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-7374841044678011531</id><published>2009-06-21T13:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T22:10:17.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omake 9</title><content type='html'>(EDIT: I have changed Mitong's name back to its proper one after realising that it was spelled wrongly. A serious typo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't done this for so long! Yeah, so here are some references. From top to bottom, Mistan (Byakuran), Saumya (Princess Uni), Marians new reference (Bianchi), Rayu, with younger version of Saumya's reference (Gamma + younger Uni), and Mitong (Irie Shouichi). Did I miss anyone out? If I did, I'm very sorry. Please leave message in Cbox. Next omake: The Ten-Year-Later references of the Carbonara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349659495013370738" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sj3O942RS3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/hkd19y40Wdc/s200/byakuran.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349660457816099810" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sj3P17kVC-I/AAAAAAAAAi4/CIG0UIkENxY/s200/uni.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sj3QISxXqTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qlzz3sujeAA/s1600-h/bianchi.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349660773282457906" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sj3QISxXqTI/AAAAAAAAAjA/qlzz3sujeAA/s200/bianchi.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sj3Q9dq71lI/AAAAAAAAAjI/IS88F3TzPRk/s1600-h/gamma+and+uni.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349661686741325394" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sj3Q9dq71lI/AAAAAAAAAjI/IS88F3TzPRk/s200/gamma+and+uni.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sj3SSX59f4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sVL_3mUVGpc/s1600-h/irie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349663145482616706" style="WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sj3SSX59f4I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/sVL_3mUVGpc/s200/irie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-7374841044678011531?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/7374841044678011531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=7374841044678011531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7374841044678011531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7374841044678011531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/06/omake-9.html' title='Omake 9'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sj3O942RS3I/AAAAAAAAAiw/hkd19y40Wdc/s72-c/byakuran.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-8469735696310141219</id><published>2009-06-21T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T13:57:01.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 35</title><content type='html'>Yes, Marian, the starfish mentioned later &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; your box weapon.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;They had begun to fight. Explosion after explosion sounded, as Yiernoshi fended off Claire's bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire looked at Yiernoshi impassively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just as the baby said. This level of power is a far cry from your future self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before she could position her hands into the triangular position required to freeze flames, the bear opened its mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and engulfed her in its huge gaping maw.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Christine stared in horror as Yiernoshi was swallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire seemed unperturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's an enclosed space," she called. "You'll only have enough oxygen for an hour."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you insane?! You show up here, and try to kill the boss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The weak will buried. That is a given."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam cleared her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, Victoria, shall we begin our training?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine spluttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...but...if we don't stop this, the boss will..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Claire is serious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know she is. That's why it has to be her. Every generation, the boss must overcome the Carbonara trial. The trial cannot be compromised, so a genuine threat is necessary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. We should get started too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She headed for the lift, dragging a morose Christine behind her. Carmen happily bounced towards the lifts as well, with Jeanine folllowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded to Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll meet you at basement 6."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The lift doors slid open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This should be basement 6,&lt;/em&gt; Victoria though to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's the light switch?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the darkness, a pistol was cocked, aiming at Victoria's back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria stiffened, and instinctively pulled out her sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were able to sense the threat? You have improved again, Victoria."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled angrily, refusing to get off the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have nothing to teach me!" she roared at Marian. "So why am I still stuck with you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian stuck a starfish onto Christine's face. It crackled with green energy, and then fell off Christine's cheek, leaving an angry burn there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop letting your emotions get the better of you. Do you want a repeat of your defeat by Mischan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian clapped her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right, let's start. Your goal is to complete the Sistema C.A.I. designed by the future Christine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I...designed it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to run away, that's fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stuck her ring into a box, and a torrent of green flame soared out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you'll have to get through me first."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian meant business.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Back in the big training room, only Kah Yunn, Claire, Anne, Looloo (the flying toilet roll), and Claire's box weapon remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire yawned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn crossed her arms, and watched, stony-faced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The oxygen is quickly running out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the bear's stomach, Yiernoshi was kneeling, panting heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my last strike. I'll concentrate all my flames into one point!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She plunged her gloved right hand into the wall of the bear's stomach.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;In the upper world, it was raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the dilipidated school building, a pair of booted feet walked haltingly down a corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone...?"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Victoria blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Toilet break."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi groaned. Her flame had not dealt any damage at all, save for a small dent, where the flame of the Ring had touched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that was the weakness. A flame of higher purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how could she conjure up a huge flame of such high purity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't die here...wasn't my resolution enough?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell forwards, the flame on her forehead extinguishing itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled of one of the pale orange now-deactivated gloves, and looked at the Carbonara Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What more can I wish for?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the Ring lit up. A beam of light was emitted from the Ring, which shone onto Yiernoshi's forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kill him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; A loud voice boomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi saw a man on the ground, pleading for his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Please! My wife...my children...GAH!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stopped abruptly, as a knife plunged through him. Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Revenge. Ambush. Eradicate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Carbonara's past sins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghostly figures in suits appeared behind her, eyes blazing orange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Murder. Revenge. Betrayal. An insatiable thirst for power. This is the bloodstained history of the Carbonara mafia."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another figure began to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You, holder of the Carbonara Sky Ring, do you have the resolution..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The resolution to inherit thses past sins."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi could only stare, horrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Give me back my son!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices echoed in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So brutal!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My eye! My eyeeeeeee!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"STOP IT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghostly figures drew closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not turn your eyes away. This is the destiny of the successor to the Carbonara. This is the purpose of the life you were given."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I refuse! I can't do such cruel things!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it's great power you want, you must also have the resolution to inherit out great history. That is the price we must pay for the power we wish for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I refuse. I...I thought I would do anything, as long as I could protect everyone. But this...I don't need this kind of power!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shadowy figures were taken aback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want me to inherit such mistakes, then...I...I will wipe out the Carbonara!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of her eyes, colours swirled. Now she was gazing at a table with the Carbonara crest. Standing around it were the previous bosses of the Carbonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second. Third. Fourth. Fifth. Sixth. Seventh. Eighth. Ninth. Tenth. Eleventh. Twelfth. and Thirteenth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sitting upon a throne at the head of the table...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carbonara First.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The First stood, gazing at Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your resolution," she said, "is unequivocally accepted."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Yiernoshi heard the First's voice in her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To flourish or to perish, it's all up to you know. I have been waiting for you. now, it's time for you to inherit the proof of the Carbonara."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the figures disappeared, becoming pillars of orange flame. In front of Yiernoshi, was a blinding white light...&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn watched, as Claire's bear began to glow. Suddenly, it burst apart, and reverted back to a little bear cub, which was absorbed back into the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there, was Yiernoshi. Her left glove looked the same as usual. But on her right glove, was the unmistakable crest of the Carbonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi had upgraded her weapon.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Anne smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a beautiful flame. Only such a high-purity flame will have that beautiful crystal-clear colour. Storm is red. Sky is orange. Sun is yellow. Lightning is green. Rain is blue. Mist is indigo. And Cloud is violet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire looked at Yiernoshi, the shadow of a smile flickering across her features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're beginning to resemble the you I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From here on, I can do whatever I want, right? Baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. That is what I promised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She unsheathed her sword, blazing with blue flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then let's begin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are no rules in this fight. Either you defeat me...or you die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll defeat you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come and get it."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour later, things weren't going so well. Yiernoshi couldn't control her new flame on her right glove well. All the holes and craters in the walls, celing and floor of the training room wer created by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have a lot more space to improve. I look forward to enjoying myself again tomorrow, Yiernoshi Lai."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Christine was in a sandstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the Storm room. With you are twenty of my starfish. To pass, you must eradicate all twenty in one minute. We're very fortunate that future Christine left most of Sistema C.A.I. behind. Here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian activated a switch, and a huge backpack dropped from a hatch. It landed in front of Christine, exposing its contents: 20 or so boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it's you, you should be able to figure out what your older self was thinking. So hurry up and start thinking."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the Irritato Tomatoes base in Italy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fist pounded on the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not acceptable! Why was this secret only kept to the White Tomatoes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistan smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I spoke of time travel, none of you would believe me, would you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at the lady sitting next to her, the commander of all Black Tomatoes squads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanted to keep it a secret until I could prove it was an established fact. I really did, Saumya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saumya glanced at Mistan with a expressionless stare.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, Mistan sat in her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her secretary poked her head in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've got an emergency report from the White Tomatoes 11th squad! Four of their B-rank and above members were assassinated under unknown circumstances."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistan grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So it's finaly time for the moles to show themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moles?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. The Carbonara's special assassination squad, the Cheddocheezaria."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-8469735696310141219?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8469735696310141219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=8469735696310141219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8469735696310141219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8469735696310141219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuti-mafia-35.html' title='Tuti Mafia 35'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-81588450981712988</id><published>2009-06-15T11:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T13:12:33.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 34</title><content type='html'>Yesssss! I am finally back! :)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Fixit poked her head into the hospital room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A word if I may?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good news! Miss Marian and Miss Carmen are back from their information gathering!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sat in the sitting room, with Sam, Kah Yunn, Marian, Carmen, and a girl of about twenty with two bouncy ponytails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian still looked the same as ever. Her hair was slightly longer, and she had a thin scar running down her cheek, but she still possessed the naive and innocent aura around her person. The same aura that Christine found annoying, and almost everyone else found cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A/N: Though I highly doubt this is true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen, on the other hand, had changed quite a bit. She had opted to switch her glasses of ten years ago for contacts, and her short bob had grown to shoulder-length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam looked around the ring formation they were sitting in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who wants to go first?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unknown girl with the two pigtails cleared her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She beamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Anne, Claire's subordinate~! Pleased to meet you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get on with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anne nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The signal you guys received was from us. Looloo-Claire's pet-was supposed to send the signal when she saw Jeanine. Unfortunately, while flying over the warehouse, the battery failed, thus the signal died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've heard that you're part of a foundation. What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basically, it's an underground foundation that researches and investigates the boxes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about the boxes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For more info on that, please ask Claire directly. She is intenting to stay for a while."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian looked around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll go next. Carmen and I have been gathering information on the Irritato Tomato stationed in Tutipore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are 17 squads, but among them, there are only six captains of Rank A and above."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A/N: Rank A= Highest rank. Ever. I think the rank depends on the purity of the ring. So Rank A people a probably holding Purity A rings. Which are only surpassed by the Carbonara Rings, with a purity of above A.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Furthermore, out of the six, only two are stationed in Tutipore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn nodded thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mitong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And that Captain Rayu person," Yiernoshi added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we have good news as well. We've located the entrance to the enemy's hideout!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocked faces stared at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like us, they're underground. It's the Tutipore train station underground shopping mall. It was built nine years ago, and abandoned two years ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This information is of great significance. With this, we can carry out an attack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? But everone's still...injured..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam didn't smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indeed. In our current condition, we have no chance of success. On the other hand, the enemy must be scrambling to locate and destroy us. In other words, it's a competition to see who can recover first and launch an attack. And the key to victory lies in..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...How strong you all can become in a short period of time."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13 days later...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi got into the lift after breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kah Yunn mentioned something about a new training programme today, didn't she? I wonder what it is.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lift dinged, and Yiernoshi stepped out into the training room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked. Christine, Victoria, and Jeanine were in the training room, waiting for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? You're healed already?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hn. All four are present, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi turned to look at Kah Yunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will be starting a new training programme today. It is called the 'Individual Assault Training Programme'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Individual...training?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just like during the ring battles, you will each get your own tutor. For examplem the one I am training is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked expectantly at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Victoria."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be in charge of Christine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine turned to look at her trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then wished she could throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not Marian...again..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then proceeded to smack her face with her palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian grinned, oblivious to Christine's misery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're gonna have a lot of fun training, aren't we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shaddap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'll take Jeanine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine stared at Carmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since Marian, the Thunder-type, is filling in for Rachel, the Storm-type, I have to train you. Even though my flame attribute is different from yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam turned to Yiernoshi, and shot her in the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Yiernoshi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi got up slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, where's her lollipop?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 10 days of training she did with Kah Yunn while you people were still recovering, she changed her weapon. The future Yiernoshi did not fight with a lollipop. She fought with the gloves that the present Yiernoshi now wears, made from the round bit of the lollipop. The lolly stick became a backup staff weapon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And indeed, through the orange flames blazing on her hands, was the distinctive swirly pattern on the back of her hands. The swirly pattern one finds on the stereotype lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Unless your idea of a stereotype lollipop was the Chupa-Chupp [did I spell it correctly?] kind.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Woa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi jumped in front of Kah Yunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shall we begin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not training you anymore. You haven't improved as much as I had wanted you to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But really, this is all I have!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. You true strength is far greater than this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blue streak flew threw the air. Yiernoshi dodged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a &lt;em&gt;bang. &lt;/em&gt;When the smoke cleared, Yiernoshi was pushing back a angry bear cub in midair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slim booted feet walked towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't pay attention, you will die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi's eyes widened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to pry open all of your abilities."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing below her was her new tutor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-81588450981712988?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/81588450981712988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=81588450981712988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/81588450981712988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/81588450981712988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/06/tuti-mafia-34.html' title='Tuti Mafia 34'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-5809571370711000476</id><published>2009-06-09T18:16:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T21:05:09.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night is the awesomest thing ever!</title><content type='html'>Hey people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire here :) Thanks so much for all of you who came today, we went WAY ahead of schedule and achieved so much! Here are the pictures from today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Si43K-ENj3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/sLr4o23xeF8/s1600-h/IMG_2470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345270469334241138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Si43K-ENj3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/sLr4o23xeF8/s200/IMG_2470.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345270470853130386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Si43LDuV-JI/AAAAAAAAAig/xdtraqYlqeU/s200/IMG_2471.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Si43LZFEVgI/AAAAAAAAAio/y1lGZ-3bmIA/s1600-h/IMG_2475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345270476585588226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Si43LZFEVgI/AAAAAAAAAio/y1lGZ-3bmIA/s200/IMG_2475.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here're today's videos! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5c9931ec2c5a9a87" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4890a35cc5885313%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137251%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D320E908F1258637BFCFCEA5834EE5EE2A247B164.101E4E870BD8EC0A0ADE09315B560847DAA720E9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4890a35cc5885313%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMCfxILSVKaWIxDc2y2yp6LHCy98&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;General Comments:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Relax more! Try not to be to stiff or robotic ( xD ) and have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Point your toes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Don't forget your steps, so do practice at home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Watch the video below and try to look at how the actors do the various sequences, even though it's a bit different from what was taught. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-82e004e17bbdeff8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82e004e17bbdeff8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137251%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D216B64B3875D355603638693D888E521DA2DFF2F.D7A28B40101B53DB2240410C2CD018DF288A50D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82e004e17bbdeff8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5-b07CuJhFeq9u1RunviLzstpP4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D82e004e17bbdeff8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331137251%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D216B64B3875D355603638693D888E521DA2DFF2F.D7A28B40101B53DB2240410C2CD018DF288A50D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D82e004e17bbdeff8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D5-b07CuJhFeq9u1RunviLzstpP4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok that's all for now... Thanks again for coming everyone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And see you all on the 16th :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;claire&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-5809571370711000476?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4890a35cc5885313&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5c9931ec2c5a9a87&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=728ca85170c4ff4e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=74e8e40e94f25108&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=82e004e17bbdeff8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/5809571370711000476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=5809571370711000476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5809571370711000476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5809571370711000476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/06/family-night-is-awesomest-thing-ever.html' title='Family Night is the awesomest thing ever!'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Si43K-ENj3I/AAAAAAAAAiY/sLr4o23xeF8/s72-c/IMG_2470.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-9221789094279610937</id><published>2009-06-08T14:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:27:07.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Auntys Have Arrived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE AUNTYS HAVE ARRIVED IN THE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Auntys have emerged from the times of the Chalkboard to the 21st Century!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Instead of writing your countless queries on the limited space that is highly sought after in 2T (chalkboard), WE have come up with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FASTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BETTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SAFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;method of communicating with the great founders of the AA! Everyone say YAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just contact us at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:auntylohmoh@live.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;auntylohmoh@live.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; We will try to accomodate all the NUMEROUS requests to the best of our abilties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344854504455655794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Siy82oI50XI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SI7_khzNurc/s200/AA+mascot.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Auntys Lohmoh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Co-founders of the Auntys' Association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344854499761089378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Siy82Wpoa2I/AAAAAAAAAiI/KqCNadhMiEk/s200/AA.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-9221789094279610937?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/9221789094279610937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=9221789094279610937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/9221789094279610937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/9221789094279610937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/06/auntys-have-arrived.html' title='The Auntys Have Arrived!'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Siy82oI50XI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/SI7_khzNurc/s72-c/AA+mascot.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2805211685623089092</id><published>2009-05-31T11:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:09:14.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Night Training!</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have had a nice holiday so far (although its only been a few days)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please remember to check your emails for details regarding the practice for Family Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;One important thing: Dates of practice during June hols are only on 9, 16 and 23. Practice on 25 has been cancelled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And if you have any queries, feel free to drop me an email. However, I will be away from Prefects Camp from 4-6 june. So I wont reply till Saturday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also note that the VENUE HAS NOT BEEN CONFIRMED, and that any details are subject to change at any point of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please JOIN THE YAHOO GROUP too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claireeeeeeeeeee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2805211685623089092?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2805211685623089092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2805211685623089092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2805211685623089092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2805211685623089092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/family-night-training.html' title='Family Night Training!'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-1859671771646067489</id><published>2009-05-29T20:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:20:30.145+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_ds0x7bDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YyDQZnLYon4/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341231445236739122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_ds0x7bDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YyDQZnLYon4/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; makan makan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_dsnsKftI/AAAAAAAAAhY/R3HfMSpqgj4/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341231441722900178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_dsnsKftI/AAAAAAAAAhY/R3HfMSpqgj4/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; THE wonderful teachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_dsFo9EXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/aaypUeGLbc8/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341231432582631794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_dsFo9EXI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/aaypUeGLbc8/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; why are we waiting....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_dr9MB6hI/AAAAAAAAAhI/i14K3jKmdX4/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341231430313830930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_dr9MB6hI/AAAAAAAAAhI/i14K3jKmdX4/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_drrjMH2I/AAAAAAAAAhA/if3CPyi5yF4/s1600-h/IMG_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341231425579130722" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_drrjMH2I/AAAAAAAAAhA/if3CPyi5yF4/s320/IMG_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ta da!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_bR1MvVvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xa2ROjW4JHw/s1600-h/IMG_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341228782469469938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_bR1MvVvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/xa2ROjW4JHw/s320/IMG_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; shake shake hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_bRqnXJZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/aKc-zv30390/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341228779628340626" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_bRqnXJZI/AAAAAAAAAgw/aKc-zv30390/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i love you miss tan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_bRazeyEI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EH7WivQSRuY/s1600-h/IMG_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341228775384205378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_bRazeyEI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EH7WivQSRuY/s320/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but i cant stop laffing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_bRCT-j8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/utlZez76-3w/s1600-h/IMG_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341228768809619394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_bRCT-j8I/AAAAAAAAAgg/utlZez76-3w/s320/IMG_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; let me down!let me dowwwwwwwwwn!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KILL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_bQz6Z1qI/AAAAAAAAAgY/2qWXdDq1jz0/s1600-h/IMG_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341228764944258722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_bQz6Z1qI/AAAAAAAAAgY/2qWXdDq1jz0/s320/IMG_0027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-1859671771646067489?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1859671771646067489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=1859671771646067489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1859671771646067489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1859671771646067489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/makan-makan.html' title=''/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sh_ds0x7bDI/AAAAAAAAAhg/YyDQZnLYon4/s72-c/IMG_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-1312494295206987027</id><published>2009-05-26T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T17:57:01.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 33</title><content type='html'>Hey, Claire, your sword is finally here! A line of words in italics, without the words -&lt;em&gt;flashback-, &lt;/em&gt;signify the name of an attack.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Mischan looked down at the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...you're the Carbonara Rain Guardian, Claire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire glared at Mischan. She pushed her slightly messy fringe to the side of her face. Her now-long hair ran down her back in a single braid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does that matter?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've heard quite a bit about you, Carbonara's strongest Guardian. It appears that you've been investigating the boxes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When it comes to your allies, you can hardly stand by and watch, hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hardly. The thing that makes really angry is when the discipline in Tutipore has been defiled."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire drew from her pocket an elaborate blue box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Discipline? Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent some of her balls flying towards Claire. In an instant, she had opened her own box. Something blue flew out of it, pushing Mischan's balls back. It was a small bear, almost like a bear cub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll begin my attack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened another box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, it was a weapon. Not her tonfa of ten years ago, but a sword, alight with blue flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sword? That brat over there tried to get me with her sword. It didn't work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's because she didn't know how to use one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you do?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a given, isn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire swung her sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Style of the Blue Swallow: Eighth offensive form-Pouring Rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swung her sword in a wide arc, giving the unsuspecting Mischan a huge cut in the belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan staggered backwards. Claire looked at her dispassionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still alive? Oh well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lunged forwards, sword at the ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan formed a shield of flame with her ring, shielding her right side, where Claire was attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before Claire struck, she shifted her sword from her right hand to her left, and sliced diagonally, wounding Mischan on her unprotected left side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Style of the Blue Swallow: Fifth offensive form-Early Summer Rain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan fell to the ground. Scowling, she summoned one of her balls and rose into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire glanced at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't escape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes, I can! See? I'm flying away, far away from you-ack!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had landed on a brown furry surface, alight with rain flames. The flames surrounded her, crackling fiercely, before releasing her. She fell to the ground, badly burnt, and smoking slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My bear absorbed your enormous flames, negating the damage it was dealt. At the same time, it grew in size. The more energy absorbed, the bigger it gets. When you landed on it, the damage negated is dealt to you. You cannot escape."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan groaned, and coughed out blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see. One of the characteristics of the rain flame...tranquility."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire snapped her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The giant bear placed its paw on Mischan's face. Claire watched impassively as the remaining energy absorbed by the bear was passed to the writhing Mischan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the bear had returned to its original size, and Claire shut it back into the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, Yiernoshi ran up, closely followed by Kah Yunn, who was dragging a gagged Jeanine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire turned to look at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You...you're...Claire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What have you been up to, Yiernoshi Lai?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire pointed over her shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine and Victoria are in the forest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi took off. When she reached the scene, she gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's head was bleeding, and her palms were blistered from gripping her sword too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her injuries were nothin compared to Christine's. Christine lay in a pool of her own blood. There was barely a square centimetre of skin that wasn't covered in blood. Her neck was purple, as though someone had tried to strangle her, and she was covered in burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn, who had followed closely behind, bent down to check on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're still alive. We just need to get them to the hideout."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi breathed a shaky sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;They entered the hideout through Exit 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn stopped, not willing to enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is just one problem. The Storm and Cloud Carbonara Rings would have shown up on our enemies' radar by now. I'll settle it, then re-enter the hideout through Exit 3."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;There was furious tapping on a keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One of the A-purity rings disappeared about 3km away from the forest!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitong stared at the screen in disbelief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His assistant's eyes trailed to the only remaining red dot on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The other is currently heading towards the shopping area...Oh! It disappeared too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitong groaned, and slammed his palms on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the screen beside him flickered to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...you seem to be in a bad mood, Kimkim."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistan's face came into view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Long time no see."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hnn. it's finally begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistan sighed, and leaned back on the couch she was sitting on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It might end in trouble, but I think you will need to tell the members of the Black Tomatoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitong looked frantically at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How are we going to explain it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How, you say? It's simple. We'll just have to be honest. We'll say that we've received a present from the past."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn leaned against a lampost. In her palm were the two Rings, wrapped in the Myst Chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sighed in relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whew..."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sat on a stool in the hideout's medical room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine...she's not awake yet..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed, sitting on the windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boss..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine was stirring. She opened her eye a crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really sorry, Boss...it's all my fault..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...it-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been really scared ever since we came to this era...I threw a temper, took it out on Victoria, and let something like this..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Victoria said the same thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So Victoria is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alive, and doing well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank goodness..."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Mistan turned to her assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you just say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The White Tomatoes Eighth Squad has secretly left for Tutipore, following the captains' briefing about the Carbonara Rings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistan sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They'll probably be after the Carbonara Rings, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her assistant looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should I inform Acting Commander of the Tutipore branch, and Captain of the White Tomatoes Second Squad, Mitong?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It would be better if we didn't. The captain of the White Tomatoes Eighth Squad isn't exactly the kind of person Kimkim gets along with.'&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;In a dilipidated school building, footsteps echoed down the dusty passageway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where...am I?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-1312494295206987027?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1312494295206987027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=1312494295206987027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1312494295206987027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1312494295206987027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-33_26.html' title='Tuti Mafia 33'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-1009907998045744868</id><published>2009-05-20T20:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:42:06.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 33</title><content type='html'>Victoria looked at Mischan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll create a diversion. Once you see an opening, go for it," she whispered to Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine nodded silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria powered up her handy golf balls. Swinging her club, she fired one at Mischan, who dodged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm...pathetic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria scowled. She swung her club again, and sent an arc of flaming violet balls towards Mischan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan tried to swat the balls away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine! Now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Mischan was preoccupied with the balls, Christine leapt up from behind and fired up a shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan was slammed into the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria breathed a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whew. When Yiernoshi hears that we managed to take out someone powerful from the enemy, she'll be pleased!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine sighed, deactivating her weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...the Fourteenth will be really happy."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sneezed while running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is someone thinking about me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;A streak of lightning flame shot out. It encircled Victoria, trapping her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Victoria!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another streak of flame materialized, hitting Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh my. That hurt, y'know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan limped into view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what's this about the Carbonara Fourteenth?"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere else in the forest, a little cylinder with wings was flapping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spotting a figure, it descended gracefully onto its shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure looked up at the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a long time, Tutipore."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Mischan smirked slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The apparent youth of the both of you had me surprised. Then again, it is the Carbonara family I'm dealing with. I wouldn't put it past you guys to do this kind of thing. But if it's about the Fourteenth boss of Carbonara and why she's still living, it's not that simple, is it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine stared at Mischan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She was gunned down. Many of her comrades saw it too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flicked her wrist, and three of her balls came flying at Christine, electrocuting her. Christine fell backwards onto the forest floor, bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, tell me. Why is the Fourteenth boss still alive? And where is she?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As if...I'd...tell...you...anything..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's something else I'm curious about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan stepped hard on Christine's bloodied hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I recognise the rings you both are using. What kind of joke is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kicked Christine's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Owowowowow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Urgh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria had slowly brought her arm up, to point it at Mischan's throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ball flew at Victoria, knocking her backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I only need one of you to torture. Don't interfere."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Pounding footsteps sounded down the corridor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Big trouble, Master Mitong! Our radar has picked up two rings of purity highed than A. They could be the Carbonara Rings!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Note: The higher the purity of the ring, the stronger/better the flame...I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Why didn't we detect them until now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The radar has been malfunctioning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Get a mechanic to make sure it won't happen again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, sir. Also, you should know that the Black Tomatoes Third Squad got dispatched to Tutipore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, things are beginning. She must be here too, then? Yiernoshi Lai.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi pointed at the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's smoke!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like there's been a battle. Victoria and Christine were there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked at the rising smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please, be all right!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Mischan gripped Christine's throat, hoisting her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine bit her lip to prevent a moan of agony from escaping, as the cold air struck her many open wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you still refuse to tell, I'm afraid there may be no turning back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Then..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm? What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine let out an annoyed breath, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Peh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan wrinkled her nose. She removed one hand from Christine's gullet, and wiped off the spit on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You spit in my face, hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knocked Christine to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you'll just die here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could do so, however, a huge torrent of blue flame blasted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing where the flame had come from, was a slim, tall figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll give you a hint about what you want to know. They came over from the past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan frowned thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You seem to know a lot of things, but the rule is, join the fight, give your name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no need for that. I'm in a very bad mood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So right here, right now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll book you to death."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-1009907998045744868?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1009907998045744868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=1009907998045744868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1009907998045744868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1009907998045744868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-33.html' title='Tuti Mafia 33'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-7752721301385190305</id><published>2009-05-18T20:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T20:54:21.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 32</title><content type='html'>Christine slowly got up from the tree she had been thrown into, legs trembling slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my fight. Don't interfere."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I mean it. This is &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; fight. I fight alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the right hand. I should be the one doing all the impertant stuff. Not you. So get lost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine. Go ahead and do whatever you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I fully intend to. Now get out of my way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan watched all of this with a slight smirk on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends breaking up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, I'm not going to run. I'll be your opponent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria scowled at Christine's back, and turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine lighted some of the sticks of dynamite, and flung them at Mischan. The trees exploded into flame, but Mischan dodged the tendrils of fire, hopping onto one of her oversized balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That the only trick you've got?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine loaded her weapon, and fired it at Mischan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Her power has doubled?&lt;/em&gt; Mischan thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge barrier sprang up from Mischan's ring, diverting the red flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? An electromagnetic barrier? Those rings can do that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be surprised. This ring holds the same power as the destroyed Carbonara Rings. This is a Stallion Ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan grinned, and she plunged her green flame into another box, withdrawing a racket. (Y'know, tennis racket, badminton racket, etc...or is it spelled racquet?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's about time I begin my attack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan said nothing, only swinging her weapon, and sending two of them flying towards Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two balls landed on the ground next to Christine. A moment later, they had released an electric charge, electrocuting Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How does it feel, the feeling of Shot Plasma? Can you see the gates of Heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria stood hidden in the shadows, watching with a scowl on her face, arms crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, she closed her eyes, shutting out the fight.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi ran, trying to catch up to Kah Yunn, who was dragging Jeanine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just now, I sensed a powerful ring on my locator. It was heading towards the warehouse. That's where we're going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The warehouse...isn't that where Christine and Victoria are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Christine slowly pushed herself off the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The electricity from the charged balls...sparked off from underground?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To be more precise, they are Dying Will Flames with properties very much like that of electricity. The characteristics of flames with a lightning attribute are to increase the purity of a substance to a fine cutting edge."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, have a better taste of it. I insist!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whacked another two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine leapt out of the way just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many times!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flying before you have wings? &lt;/em&gt;thought Mischan. &lt;em&gt;Well, this is the end for you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She readied herself to launch yet another ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before she could, someone had pushed Christine out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Victoria..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria said nothing. Suddenly, she swung her golf club, and hit Christine hard, sending her flying into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow! What was that for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll beat that rotten temper of yours into shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What did you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I heard that before you came to Tutipore and met Yiernoshi, you were a lone wolf who didn't trust anybody. For that reason, I can see why you are so loyal to Yiernoshi, the first person who opened your heart. But if you open your heart only to Yiernoshi, all you're doing is putting the pressure on her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck are you talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the first place, the right hand is supposed to be the leader of the Guardians that the boss can trust the most, right? You're supposed to pull the Guadians together! Instead, you turn away from them. What kind of rubbish is this? Right now, you have no right to call yourself the right hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria turned to Mischan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry to keep you waiting. I'm your opponent now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan swung her racket (racquet?), sending some balls flying towards Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll cut them!&lt;/em&gt; she thought to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readying herself to unsheath her sword-club, she was about to cut the balls when Christine leapt up, kicking her away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine! You..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You want to die from an electric shock? The boss would be devastated!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give it up! You both will die here anyway."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Certaintly we'll die here, one after the other. that's if we fight one-on-one. That's why we were sent out in pairs. Bah. To me, it's more like the burden of looking after Victoria."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You gonna keep slacking, Victoria? It's about time we worked together, and beat her up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You bet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria looked at Mischan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, what's the plan?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-7752721301385190305?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/7752721301385190305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=7752721301385190305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7752721301385190305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7752721301385190305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-32.html' title='Tuti Mafia 32'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-5726947983359206677</id><published>2009-05-14T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:52:23.047+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 31</title><content type='html'>Victoria and Christine ran towards the Mangotree warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A flash of black appeared, zigzagging from one tree to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine narrowed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising her arm, upon which her weapon had already been activated, she watched the timing of the black blur carefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wove in...out...in...out...there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three soldiers, clad in black, fell from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria looked at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Black Tomatoes, huh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They continued walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman watched them from the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only two, hmm? Oh well, I'll just chop off their heads and take their rings."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;A hand was clamped over Jeanine's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't speak."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmmf!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said don't speak, idiot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person who was muffling Jeanine dragged her, hand over mouth, away from the lampost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You total idiot. Do you know how long we've been looking for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine spun around. That voice...it was quite familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind her stood Kah Yunn, hand on hips, and looking quite miffed. A little off to the side, Yiernoshi was crouched on the ground, staring warily at the men in black a little way off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thos guys are looking for you. If they find you, they'll probably kill you. So let's get out of here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine opened her mouth to protest, only to be muffled as Kah Yunn, at the end of her patience, stuffed a towel in her mouth and hauled her away.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Victoria and Christine had reached the warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...d'you think Kah Yunn was really right? That Claire could be the one emitting the signal?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A rustle in the bushes. Christine spun around, weapon at the ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? Tense, are we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman stepped out of the bushes, grinning. She wore a heavy black jacket, and was spinning a basketball on her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" Christine hissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman grinned wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...how rude of little kids like you to just demand for my name like that...didn't your mum tell you that it was rude?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unfortunately, no."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever. Mischan, self-proclaimed best fighter ever in the Black Tomatoes Third Squad, at your service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine started mentally banging her head against a wall&lt;em&gt;. Self-proclaimed? What an ego&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria stared at Mischan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Better than everyone? At fighting? Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan stared back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! I bet I could even beat up my captain hands-down! In fact, I should have been captain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I transferred over from the White Tomatoes, to assist them with my superior fighting strength, but they treat me like...like one of them! They're supposed to worship me, treat me as their saviour, appoint me as their captain! But no, they have to make that weirdo Rayu captain. I shall chop off your heads, and prove to them that I am true captain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threw back her head and laughed manically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she had been laughing, Christine had loaded up her weapon. She had found, during the previous night, a store of dynamite in the basement. She had taken as much as possible to load her weapon with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang. A single shot was fired, gleaming red, hurtling towards Mischan. It knocked her off balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan got back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You...you'll pay for this, brat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clicked a ring into a box, and out flew several globes, alight with flickering green flame. The globes circled her head, giving her a ghostly halo of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria looked closer. The globes were, in fact, balls of different types. Football, basketball, rugby ball, tennis ball...there was even a shuttlecock there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mischan grinned. She snapped her fingers, and a huge ball hurtled into Christine, knocking her into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black, booted feet walked towards Christine. Mischan smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enjoy this moment of peace. It's the last one you'll ever have. I'll destroy you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-5726947983359206677?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/5726947983359206677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=5726947983359206677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5726947983359206677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5726947983359206677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-31.html' title='Tuti Mafia 31'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2742024076145436509</id><published>2009-05-12T21:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:11:37.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPECIAL</title><content type='html'>HI EVERYONE!&lt;br /&gt;how about a break from the extremely long stories? HERE IT IS&lt;br /&gt;anyway, me and christine were talking, and IT'S SO SURREAL. yes, yes, IT got to me! (pat yourself on the back if guessed it!)&lt;br /&gt;it's Sec 2, we're at our midyears, meaning we have like practically only 1 term left TOGETHER.&lt;br /&gt;fret not! FOUNDER'S DAY DINNER IS COMING UP! (cue the flash hands)&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it's this fancy schmancy dinner where everyone dresses up, we have the school song playing, expensive 80 bucks dinner, aircon and lots and LOTS of cam-whoring. sounds fun right?&lt;br /&gt;BUT, with your 28 other favourite classmates, IT WILL BE FUN!&lt;br /&gt;this COULD be like the only time you'll see others dressed up funny and manage to snap a candid shot of it! or scratch that, the only time to bond with each other through a serious conversation over dinner! or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is, i think it'll be really really really fun if we went! a real memory that most or preferably all of us could keep and not just figments of the class party resurfacing in your brain. A REAL MEMORY OF 1T'08/2T'09. (cue the limelight on a single class photo on a black stage to add drama)&lt;br /&gt;so maybe when they actually start publicizing for it we could discuss? I think it's worth considering! partly cos i thought of it but whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2742024076145436509?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2742024076145436509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2742024076145436509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2742024076145436509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2742024076145436509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/special.html' title='SPECIAL'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-8545935709798655315</id><published>2009-05-12T19:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T19:43:34.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 30</title><content type='html'>Fixit ran in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've picked up a distress signal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone stared at him, wide-eyed, mouths open. A small piece of toast dropped from Yiernoshi's wide-open mouth, to land on the tabletop with a soft &lt;em&gt;splat&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two seconds later, there was a frantic rush to get to the technical room. Victoria tripped over the chair, and knocked Christine down, in her hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine stomped into the tech room grumpily, rubbing her head. She saw the rest crowded around a giant locator-like screen. A strong pulse was bleeping 20.4 east of the hideout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixit pressed some keys desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The signal's getting weaker!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little red pulsing ring moved towards the east.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixit looked at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's gone! It stopped right at the Mangotree warehouse building."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn frowned thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That signal frequency was awfully familiar...somehow, it reminds me of Claire..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But what would Claire be doing in an abandoned warehouse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beats me. It's just a hunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It could have been a trap set up by enemies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were all mulling this over in silence, Yiernoshi suddenly realised something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Jeanine?"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Running down the corridors, they finally reached Jeanine's room. Christine banged the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi! Jeanine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi! Come out now, or I'll blast your door open!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still no answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled, and was about to keep to her word and blast down the door, when Victoria pushed her aside, twisted the doorknob, and pushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi ran in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She left a note!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brandished a piece of pink paper. Looking at it, she read it aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out for a while. Sorry to leave without prior notice, but I just heard that Gucci is having a sale, with up to 75% off. I just can't miss it, I really can't. Should be back around four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine smacked her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just the kind of thing she'd do."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;When this matter had been reported to Kah Yunn, Sam, and Fixit, Kah Yunn sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So reckless, really. I think that we should split into two groups. One group goes after Jeanine, the other follows the signal. What do you think, Yiernoshi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, you. Making decisions is the place of the boss. Duh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then...I think...the signal and Jeanine, we'll go after each simountaneously. Victoria and Christine, go follow the signal. Kah Yunn and I will look for Jeanine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go, then."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine hid behind a lampost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Geez! Those weird guys in black suits are everywhere, searching for me! I can't even go to my own house!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hand reached over from behind, clamping firmly over her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't scream."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;A figure in a heavy black jacket crouched down, looking at a tracking device on her wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed her spectacles up slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm? Oh, this is just wonderful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When I bring back their heads, maybe I'll finally be respected..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-8545935709798655315?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8545935709798655315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=8545935709798655315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8545935709798655315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8545935709798655315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-30.html' title='Tuti Mafia 30'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2218266623628040872</id><published>2009-05-10T10:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T12:06:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 29</title><content type='html'>Sorry for late update, people!&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi, Christine, Victoria, and Jeanine stared at the box in Kah Yunn's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Open...that box?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn nodded briskly. She turned to Fixit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is there a room where we can train?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixit nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take you there."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The six of them stepped out of the elevator at level B6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If that's all, I'll return to my repair work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixit left, leaving the four of them alone with Kah Yunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This era is very different from the one you guys came from ten years ago. If you can't ignite the flames of the ring and open the boxes, you will not survive. Even if you can opent the box by some beginner's luck, it's meaningless if you don't have an attack plan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First, you must understand the rings. There are two ways to maniplulate the power of the ring. One is to use the power in the rings directly. The second is to use the rings to open the boxes. With the former, you can have such a weapon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised the gun-like device on her arm, and fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge flame came out, and blasted a giant hole in the wall of the training room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next, the boxes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held up a box she had taken from her cloak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think of a box as a tool that can transform the flames of the rings into other functions and motions. If you think of flames as electrical energy, then the boxes are like electrical appliances. There are many types with many forms and fuctions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clicked open two boxes. Out came the giant rabbit from before, as well as the balloon-thing she had sent out as a scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basically, every box must first be charged with the flames before it can do anything. Once the flame dies, what it does also stops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The indigo flame encasing the rabbit faded, and it fell to the ground, asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After the box is opened, there are some that are surrounded by the flames. There are also types that absorb an opponent's flame to become more powerful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, for some real practice. I heard that Christine and Yiernoshi have already managed to light the rings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But of course!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Show me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine clenched her fist with the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn my determination...into flame..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn tutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most likely you produced the flame by luck during the emergency. If you rely on that kind of lousy emergency power in battle, you'll-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine's ring had burst into red flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool! Christine's flame is red!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria pulled out her own Carbonara Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So I wear it like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...turn your determination into flame, huh? You mean like this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stared at the ring, frowning briefly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A violet flame flared into existence on Victoria's finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! Cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come you do it so easily?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn looked in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Impossible! Most people need at least 30 hours to reach this stage! &lt;/em&gt;she thought. &lt;em&gt;Is this the power of the Carbonara Rings?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No! The rings do not take sides. This is...their resolution!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned back to the four.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeanine! What about you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine dug around in her pockets, coming up with her Carbonara Ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Turn my determination into flame...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed her eyes, and concentrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later, a flare of green flame appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eep! The ring is burning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then...Yiernoshi! You're the last one. Show me your flame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked at Kah Yunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh..actually, I had no idea how I did it the last time..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn scowled, and hit Yiernoshi, sending her flying into the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You pathetic child!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam hopped down from her perch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What were you doing at the time you ignoted the Ring?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I...I was only protecting Jeanine..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good answer! Don't you have people you want to protect now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi closed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to protect...everyone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ring sparkled, and suddenly, was engulfed in a roaring orange flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn stepped forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, now to open the box."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine stepped forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She plunged her red flame into the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria reached over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me try. I put it in like this, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She inserted her blue flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Most likely, the type did not match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Type?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are seven types of flames that the rings can emit. The Storm, Sky, Sun, Lightning, Rain, Mist, and Cloud. These are the seven classifications. Similarly, the boxes are classified according to these seven attributes. The atributes of the ring and box must match for it to open. Sort of like a lock and key."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi frowned thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That means that this box is neither a storm-type nor rain-type, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My mist ring cannot open it either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria handed the box to Jeanine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, you try."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine stuck her green crackling flame into the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi took the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happens if my flame can't open it either?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No need to worry. Among all the flames, the Sky is the only one which can open all boxes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked amazed. She clicked her orange flame into the indentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light began to shine from within the box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's crumbling,&lt;/em&gt; thought Kah Yunn. &lt;em&gt;It's a storage box!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box burst into smithereens. On Yiernoshi's palm now lay a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn looked at it, and snatched it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My master's long-lost ring. It's cursed."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;That night, after dinner, everyone was resting in the dining room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixit burst into the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've intercepted a distress signal!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2218266623628040872?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2218266623628040872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2218266623628040872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2218266623628040872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2218266623628040872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-29.html' title='Tuti Mafia 29'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-7085311334451566847</id><published>2009-05-07T20:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T21:18:46.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 28</title><content type='html'>This was done because I fear for my life. The Captain of the Black Tomatoes, Third Squad commanded me to do this...on pain of death.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn frowned at the two figures outside her door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you two idiots doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi and Christine looked up from where they had been kowtowing outside Kah Yunn's door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please! Teach us how to fight in this era!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...What is this...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we have to become stronger...but...we don't know how to use the rings, and...er..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is Sam's idea, isn't it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam appeared, bouncing on Yiernoshi's head like a landing board, before reaching the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I refuse. Go ask Victoria to do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...as you can see, Victoria has gone back to her younger self."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria stood behind the still-kowtowing Yiernoshi and Christine, mentally sweatdropping at the weirdness of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oy!" Christine hissed. "Get down on your knees too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Kah Yunn could answer, a shriek came from the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"KYAAAA! There's something &lt;em&gt;fat&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;round&lt;/em&gt; under the sink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi, Victoria, and Christine rushed to the kitchen, to see Jeanine, who had supposedly fallen asleep after breakfast, staring at a black bulge under the sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The black bulge moved, and flew out, crashing into Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry! I thought I'd never get unstuck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they had thought to be an inaminate black blob was actually a fat-looking guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Fixit! (Yes, lame name from a kiddy book.) I'm the official Carbonara techinician, weapons tuner and inventor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the heck are you doing in the kitchen?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...uh...I arrived last week, and tried to fix the sink, but got stuck..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked at the guy's round figure. &lt;em&gt;Why am I not surprised?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn had stayed behind, at the doorway to her room, when Yiernoshi, Victoria, and Christine had gone running off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you really think that these ameteurs will survive here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn stared at Sam like she was nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not interested in training a bunch of kids with zero prospects. It's just a waste of time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Even if they've ignited the flames of the Rings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! That's not something you can master in a day!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But the fact remains that two of them did ignite the Rings, and Christine even opened a box. They are serious, and very determined."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi and the others were staring, as Fixit gathered up several armfuls of rusty tools and slowly toddled in the direction of the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he reached them, the doors flew open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn stood, outlined in the doorframe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Listen up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All heads swivelled to Kah Yunn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The basic knowledge you need to know, and the fighting methods, I'll hammer them into your heads."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh...then..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For some reason, the enemy has sent more powerful squads here than we've expected. The Black Tomatoes that you fought-if the whole squad had been there, you would have been goners in an instant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, what's this black-thingy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Irritato Tomato family is a merger of two seperate families. The up-and-coming Calamari family, led by Mistan, and a family that has almost as much history as the Carbonara, the Gwanola family, led by Saumya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Furthermore, those from the Calamari family are now the White Tomatoes, and wear a white uniform. Those who came from the Gwanola family are now the Black Tomatoes, and wear a black uniform. Some from the Calamari chose to join Black Tomatoes, the team superior in fighting ability, rather than the White Tomatoes, the team specialising in precision and cunning battle tactics. It was the reverse with one or two from the Gwanola family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's gotten into you? You're suddenly telling us so much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry! If you fall behind just once, I will gladly leave you behind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn sighed. Reaching into the folds of her cloak, she removed a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, for the first lesson. One of you, any one will do. This box has never been opened. Take this box..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...and open it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-7085311334451566847?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/7085311334451566847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=7085311334451566847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7085311334451566847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7085311334451566847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-27_07.html' title='Tuti Mafia 28'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-8289183640521968141</id><published>2009-05-06T16:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T18:24:34.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 27</title><content type='html'>Wow! 150th post! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi scowled at Yixin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yixin raised an eyebrow, looking at Yiernoshi's flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your flame attribute is the Sky. That's pretty rare, kid. But whatever. I'm gonna finish you up. The Cloud Guardian is still outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent a wave of blue flame towards Yiernoshi. When the smoke cleared, the lollipop was now pointed at Yixin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sped towards Yixin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What?!&lt;/em&gt; Yixin thought. &lt;em&gt;She's even faster than before!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yixin tried to swipe Yiernoshi, but kept swatting empty air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's like a fly! So annoying."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clicked her ring into a box. Out flew a few fat gold coins, engulfed in blue flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They headed for Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dodged, only to find that they followed her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Homing bullets, huh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right! You can't dodge!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi landed on the ceiling (standing upside-down), and swung her lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi held the now-frozen coins in one hand, the other holding the now-triangular lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've had enough of you. You tried to kill my friends. Unforgivable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes narrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll deal with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on her neck by a chain, the Carbonara Ring burst into orange flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine stared at the ring on her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine a flame. Turn your determination into flame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine smirked slightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tch. I've always been determined."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She concentrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, to turn it into flame..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineo was getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Into flame..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine squeezed her eyes shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Carbonara Ring on her finger ignited, producing a roaring red flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineo looked at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, that's a storm-type flame. Like mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine dug out the box she had taken from her future self's satchel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I should be able to open this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineo freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She had a box all along? Then, I'd better strike first, before anything bad happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to charge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine clicked the flaming ring into the box. It opened, surrounding her right arm in a pillar of flame. When it cleared, sitting on her arm was a gun-like device, with a skull in front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A skull? So...so cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words began to form above the skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feed...bullet? I don't have a bullet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She rummaged around in her pockets, while running away from Mineo's attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...I was planning to save these for an emergency, but I guess this is an emergency, so..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slotted a stick of dynamite into the device.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It shot a huge ball of red flame at Mineo, effectively scorching her, blasting her into a bulldozer.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yixin stood, staring in shock. Her coins had been &lt;em&gt;frozen&lt;/em&gt;? No way. This was too much of a coincidence. This brat...somehow...she was reminiscent of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carbonara the Fourteenth.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. She dismissed that thought to the back of her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here I come."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She charged forward, staff at the ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blocked the blow with her lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yixin's eyes widened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ice&lt;/em&gt;  was slowly creeping up the staff, freezing the flame...impossible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi's fist contacted with Yixin's head.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Christine looked up, to see a figure in black holding a frozen staff fly out of the warehouse roof, crashing into the bulldozer Mineo had landed on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good work, Fourteenth!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Back at the base, Sam looked at the four gravely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you've come over from the past too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wanna return to the past!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine waved a crumpled piece of paper around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've finally understood what my future self meant in this letter. Please hear me out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gather the Guardians. With the Carbonara Rings, defeat Mistan. Eliminate the guy with the glasses in the photograph. Everything will return to as it once was."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Carbonara Rings do not exist in this era. Therefore, this letter is addressed to all of you, holders of the Rings. If we do as the letter says, we will be able to return to the past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On the brighter side, Kah Yunn has identified the man in the photograph. He appears to be Mitong, one of the Irritato Tomato's squad captains."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somewhere in Tutipore...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of boots clicking down the hallway were loud in the deafening silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mineo and Yixin? From the 3rd squad?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Apparently, they got into a squabble and injured themselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man with the glasses sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not like it's never happened before..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Should you punish them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not like they'd listen to me, an officer from the other family. I'll speak directly to the captain of the 3rd squad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She should be inside this room."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He pushed open a door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice came from the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Captain of the White Tomatoes 2nd squad, Mitong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh! Welcome. I'm the captain of the Black Tomatoes 3rd squad, Rayu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mitong nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh...regarding the case of Mineo and Yixin..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, that. Please forgive them, on my account?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right. But please remind them that nobody will cover for them next time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mm."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn put on her cloak. Picked up her goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sighing, she prepared to sweep out of the room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but stumbled into two figures outside her door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-8289183640521968141?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8289183640521968141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=8289183640521968141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8289183640521968141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8289183640521968141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-27.html' title='Tuti Mafia 27'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-5856276528799618977</id><published>2009-05-05T19:29:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T12:38:17.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 26</title><content type='html'>Victoria looked at the two black-clad figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the Irritato Tomato's Black Tomatoes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here I come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taller of the duo in black charged forward, waving a three-piece nunchuk about her head. She was aiming for Jeanine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeanine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria had her sword out, and had parried the attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria didn't reply, only swung the sword, knocking the nunchuk out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's with this girl? My weapon!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ring on her finger begin to blaze a bright purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Mineo! Get out of there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Too late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria swung the sword, and a huge wave of purple flame blasted out, knocking Mineo to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineo looked cross. Her shirt had been ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How...how dare you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clicked open a box, and out came a kinfe, alight with red flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll kill you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She charged towards Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria clicked her ring into another box. Out came a purple shield, repelling Mineo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria turned to Christine and Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember this well. The rings have the power to open the boxes. We have life energy pulsing through our bodies. There are seven types of life energy. When we harmonize with the ring, this energy is converted into power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled out another box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is the Dying Will Flame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened the box, and out flew her flaming golf ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It began to fly in circles around Mineo, confusing her no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yixin narrowed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So it is the Carbonara Guardian of Cloud. It's been so long since I ran into a major player. Let me give you a hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swung her staff, creating a huge blue flame ball that hurtled towards Victoria with inhuman speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The resulting explosion sent Yiernoshi and an unconscious Jeanine flying into the window of an abandoned warehouse nearby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi groaned, and rubbed her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Jeanine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to walk around the warehouse, looking for Jeanine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine had woken up, but had sprained her ankle, and thus, couldn't move. Yiernoshi moved to help her, when a voice spoke from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't take prisoners, so I'll make this quick."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Yixin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swung her staff, coated in blue flames, at Yiernoshi, who dodged.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Christine was trying to open a box she had taken from her future self's satchel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gah! It won't open!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Imagine a flame, Christine. Imagine your determination as a flame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria turned back to face Mineo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But let me handle this. I'm worried about Yiernoshi. So stand back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You...stop acting so cool! Just because you had a ten year head start!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tossed a box into the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This will decide it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as she was about to catch the box, she was engulfed in yellow smoke. When it cleared, Victoria had become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Victoria from the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The box dropped to the floor, forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineo smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what happened, but I see an opening!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threw her knife, boomerang style. It became a huge wave of red flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, Victoria! Duck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria looked surprised, but ducked anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blast didn't injure either of them, but Victoria lay on the ground, in shock from the explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mineo whooped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! I got rid of the sword brat!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yixin grinned broadly as she raised her staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It will all be over in a moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff was stopped in mid-swing by Yiernoshi's lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi glared at Yixin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How long does your moment last?"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Christine glanced at her ring. She needed to open the box, thus she needed to figure out how the ring worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine a flame...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Sucky ending. I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, cramming for life science and writing this at same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: 'Mineo' is Laoshi. (Ms Neo).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-5856276528799618977?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/5856276528799618977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=5856276528799618977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5856276528799618977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5856276528799618977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-26.html' title='Tuti Mafia 26'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-8847526278648713052</id><published>2009-05-04T19:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:42:18.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 25</title><content type='html'>Victoria turned to face Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, what's this? I came to pick up an agent of CEDEF, only to find you guys...except...have you shrunk? Maybe...an illusion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, definitely Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi tried to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, we were hit by the Ten Year Pencilcase..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see. So you're from the past, eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway, we should get going. Having these guys as our enemies is no laughing matter."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slid her sword into the sheath strapped to her back. To anyone looking at it at this point in time, it looked just like a golf club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sword disguised in a golf club. So cool, and &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;They pushed their way through the undergrowth. Victoria was happily talking to Yiernoshi and Christine about the amazing feats of their future selves, when Kah Yunn interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shouldn't we run? It will take until morning if we walk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh right! I didn't tell you. The information you had on the base's location was false. We've actually arrived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached into the pocket of her black suit, and removed a liliac box. She pushed a ring on her finger into the indentation on the side of the box. It opened with a soft &lt;em&gt;click&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A golf ball, engulfed in purple flames and bearing a pair of wings, flew out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It circled around the small group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? A flying golf ball?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's defensive camouflage. Don't look away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a door shimmered into existence where a huge boulder used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This way. We're going down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria led the way in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool! The base is underground?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep. There are six entrances in total."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria flicked a light switch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! You mean the Carbonara built this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wanna hear something sweet? You're the one who built this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Re...really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, when you get a little older."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria pushed a door open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked at the familiar voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on an armchair was a very familiar small figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;After the initial reunion ended, in which Sam kicked Yiernoshi's head and left a huge lump there, Sam settled down in the armchair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, Sam, we can't seem to get back to the past!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know. Also, it turns out that we were sent 9 years 10 months into the future. Why this happened, not even I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Also, all Carbonara associates all over the world are being attacked. Even here, in Tutipore, the Carbonara Hunt has made its mark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carbonara hunt?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. Our enemy, the Irritato Tomato, aims to eliminate every single one of the Carbonara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry. We are not without hope. Victoria, the family's Guardians have not been confirmed as dead, correct?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, there is only one thing that you can do. Assemble the six scattered Guardians!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile, in Italy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Mistan, we have received a report from the Melone base in Tutipore that Mr Mitong has reached the base and initiated contact."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure at the window turned. Smoothed out a crinkle in her heavy white jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was fast, Kim-kim."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Yiernoshi, Christine, Sam, and Victoria were sitting at the kitchen table. Kah Yunn was resting in her room, tired out from her long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you two sleep well?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi and Christine nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good. In that case, you can begin to gather the Guardians. Firstly, we need someone who is already ready to fight, which probably means &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; person..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carbonara Fourteenth's strongest Guardian, Claire."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Victoria, Christine, and Yiernoshi made their way to the surface, via Exit 5, which led to an abandoned warehouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along the way, Victoria explained to them about the Carbonara Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, they had been smashed, and thrown away, upon orders of future Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could ask her wuestion, however, the area was racked with an explosion. Someone was flung towards them, covered in minor burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Jeanine. The Jeanine from the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not dead yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two figures in heavy black jackets emerged from the rubble. The taller one had very short - almost boyish - hair and glasses. The slightly shorter one sported a ponytail, and wielded a green staff alight with blue flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Die, pest."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;YESSS! Yixin's debut in the story! Along with Laoshi! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-8847526278648713052?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8847526278648713052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=8847526278648713052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8847526278648713052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8847526278648713052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-25.html' title='Tuti Mafia 25'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2675023165454228203</id><published>2009-05-03T13:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T13:57:55.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>apologies for the skin mess-up.any suggestions for improvements on the blog?&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;Joni&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2675023165454228203?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2675023165454228203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2675023165454228203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2675023165454228203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2675023165454228203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/apologies-for-skin-mess-up.html' title=''/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2855119454944777257</id><published>2009-05-03T11:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T12:11:40.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 24</title><content type='html'>Kah Yunn tutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The struggle was too loud. It will be only a matter of time before they find us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From her pocket she dug out three chains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wrap this Myst Chain around the Carbonara Rings. It will hide their presence. However, it also seals their power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oy, you hold it right there, woman! You attacked us out of the blue, and now you expect us to do whatever you say? Besides, how do you know about the Carbonara Rings? Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn ignored this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We should depart quickly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn turned to glare at Yiernoshi, who had spoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We came over from the past! We've been in shock until just now, and we don't understand what in the world is going on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn pointed the gun-like appendage on her arm at Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't talk back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've got to be kidding me! Why do we have to follow your orders?!" Christine roared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because," Kah Yunn hissed, "those who can't follow are better left to die than saved. And I don't have the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned back around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At least wait until we reach out destination before you start asking stupid questions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Destination?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your secret base of operations."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;They had walked for ages, it seemed to Yiernoshi, before Kah Yunn finally stopped by a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine's eyes lit up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a river! We can drink water, boss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the both of them had finished rehydrating themselves, Christine turned to Kah Yunn with a scowl on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much longer are we going to keep walking? It's almost dark, and we haven't reached the base yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're camping out here tonight."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Later, the three of them sat around a roaring fire, eating fish Kah Yunn had caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since we have time now, I'll tell you what I know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Re..really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. I belong to the Carbonara's organization of CEDEF."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"CEDEF? Isn't that the force under the outside advisor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then you're on our side!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. The whole of Carbonara is in a state of emergency. I agreed to investigate the situation and check out the condition of the Fourteenth's family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? State of emergency?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Two days ago, the Carbonara headquarters in Italy fell and was destroyed. Currently, there are no survivors from headquarters, and the Thirteenth is unaccounted for. The CEDEF team hurried to the rescue, but we lost contact..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I knew it! She's spouting nonsense! How can the great Carbonara be defeated?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe not ten years ago...but in this era, there are families that could do it. For example, the Irritato Tomato family. The boss' name is Mistan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The keys to dominating this era's war are the Rings. Without rings, you all are helpless. That is why the mafia rings must be protected, for they contain a power beyond human understanding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For example, see that balloon up there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pointed at a mini hot-air-balloon, dancing with indigo flames, descending gently towards them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's a scout I sent out just now to check for enemies-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped abruptly, eyes wide. She stood up, pulling her cloak around her, and put out the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha...what are you doing?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Enemies. These guys are strong! If they find us, it's all over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They began to creep through the undergrowth, leaving their campsite behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This one's a scout. In that case, the stealth ring will get us past."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip hid behind a tree, as a huge robot came crashing through the bushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strau Mosca."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's turning this way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's internal sensor is searching for the power of the rings. But we have sealed our rings with the Myst Chain. It won't find us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...he's coming!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Impossible! We've sealed off our Rings!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Actually..."Yiernoshi spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm still trying to over here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn whipped around to see Yiernoshi wrestling with the Myst Chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It refuses to wrap nicely around my finger..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kah Yunn swore under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This isn't good. Even with three people, we'll be annihilated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Strau Mosca lifted its fingers. Installed on each one was a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi winced, and braced herself for impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark figure leapt out from the trees, slicing the giant robot's head off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That...that voice...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing there, in front of them, was a figure in a suit very much like future Christine's. She held a thin sword in her right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2855119454944777257?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2855119454944777257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2855119454944777257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2855119454944777257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2855119454944777257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-24.html' title='Tuti Mafia 24'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-938719362727784252</id><published>2009-05-03T11:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:14:35.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omake 8</title><content type='html'>More references! From top to bottom: Marian (Trident Shamal), Alene (Basil), Kah Yunn (Lal Mirch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sf0LUbGXthI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2xilY426tJY/s1600-h/shamal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331429979376301586" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sf0LUbGXthI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2xilY426tJY/s320/shamal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sf0LcjiKDDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/5iLc8p4ibTk/s1600-h/basil.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331430119079283762" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sf0LcjiKDDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/5iLc8p4ibTk/s320/basil.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sf0LlDrbm0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2YjASukgGJE/s1600-h/lal+mirch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331430265147071298" style="WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sf0LlDrbm0I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/2YjASukgGJE/s320/lal+mirch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-938719362727784252?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/938719362727784252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=938719362727784252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/938719362727784252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/938719362727784252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/omake-8.html' title='Omake 8'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sf0LUbGXthI/AAAAAAAAAgA/2xilY426tJY/s72-c/shamal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2719391712267734144</id><published>2009-05-01T18:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:07:49.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like the new skin?&lt;br /&gt;please comment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-the peachy one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2719391712267734144?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2719391712267734144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2719391712267734144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2719391712267734144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2719391712267734144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-new-skin-please-comment-peachy-one.html' title=''/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-8730563551737457917</id><published>2009-05-01T12:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T16:22:51.855+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 23</title><content type='html'>"Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi turned towards the source of the voice, and found herself face-to-face with a fgure that was familiar yet strange at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure walked forwards, and Yiernoshi saw her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christine was wearing formal clothes. Tailored black jacket, white dress shirt, slim black pants, and a tie. She carried a leather satchel on one shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stopped short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...it can't be..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knelt down at the side of the coffin, and grabbed Yiernoshi's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fourteenth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine let go of Yiernoshi's shoulders, and bowed her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi tried to explain the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...you see...I got zapped by Se Ern's Ten Year Pencilcase by accident..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see...only five minutes..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boss, please listen carefully. When you return to the past, you must remember this moment and do exactly as I say."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no time for details! When you get back to the past, please eliminate this person immediately!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine held out a photograph. In it was a man wearing glasses and a heavy white jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a picture of him from this era. You should know him as a trainee teacher in your school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait...by eliminate, you mean kill, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If that guy didn't exist, the world wouldn't be in this state..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi absorbed all of this silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Umm...one thing that's been bugging me...why is the future me in a coffin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine looked uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...that's because..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poof. A thick cloud of yellow smoke appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure within the smoke cloud blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fourteenth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in front of her, was Christine. Fourteen-year-old Christine. And Christine's 24-year-old self had vanished.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, it's the normal Fourteenth! But I thought I went ten years into the future?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did. I got zapped too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I was going to Se Ern's house, but her pencilcase thingy flew out of her window and zapped me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine bent down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, what's this? Looks like a coffin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't only look like one..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine sat down on the forest floor, a dark aura covering her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er...Christine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Christine stood up and yelled to the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What has the future me been up to! Why is Boss in a coffin?! GAH! I let the Fourteenth die! I'm not fit to be her right hand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi tried to calm down Christine, who was now pounding the floor in agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody said I died! Though I've been trying to avoid that fact...Anyway, there is a way to stop this scenario from happening."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she explained what the future Christine had just explained to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So we just have to kill the man in the photograph."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No! Wait! The first thing we should do when we get back in five minutes is...hang on..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fourteenth?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been here more than five minutes! Why haven't I returned to the past?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come to think of it, I think I've been here for over five minutes too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why haven't we returned to the past yet?" Yiernoshi wailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine shrugged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only reason I can think of is that the Ten Year Pencilcase has gone kaput. We may not be able to return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's terrible! What should we do??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine grinned, and held up a plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In any case, let's eat cake!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Where is this place, anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had finished the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine bent down and picked up Future Christine's satchel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was left by the older me, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine emptied the bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's check it out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait...Christine...you just can't open it like that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no problem, is there? It's mine anyway!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the things that had tumbled out of the satchel were a reddish-black box, a pen, and a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine picked up the letter, and opened it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked over Christine's shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It looks like swirly stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This...this is C-Code!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C-Code?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I created this Christine-Code last year in class."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's see...'Guardians...gather...'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I expected."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A footstep sounded behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine spun around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind them stood a figure in a full-length gray cloak and goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, ladies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure slipped something onto its?her?his? finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It?He?She? took out a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several little bullets flew into the air, and pinned Christine to a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yienoshi removed from her pocket the little bottle Alene had given her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swallowed one of the pills from the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The orange flame began to blaze on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure stood on a branch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been waiting for this. You in the Hyper Dying Will mode."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure removed a bullet-holder and loaded it into a gun-like appendage on his?her? arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This bullet is different from the previous one. Now, die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullet flew towards Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a loud bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fourteenth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that all you've got?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi landed behind the figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lollipop was shaped as a square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It seems, that even at my full strength, I cannot defeat you. But only at the old levels."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure clicked a ring on his?her? finger into a box hanging at his?her? waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge rabbit leapt out. It pinned Yiernoshi down in one hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Urgh...get off me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi struggled with the rabbit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It refused to get off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, the flame on Yiernoshi's head faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Defeated already? What a deplorable Corbonara Fourteenth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She?He? sighed. Waving a hand, the bullets holding Christine disintegrated, freeing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You pass. I'll waive killing you for now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure removed the heavy cloak and goggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi and Christine stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You...you're a girl? You sounded like a guy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in front of them scowled. She wore a pale gray t-shirt with a rabbit on it, and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I had a cold. So there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right...I believe you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi didn't miss the obvious sarcasm in Christine's answer. The girl either didn't, or chose to ignore it. Probably the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Kah Yunn."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-8730563551737457917?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8730563551737457917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=8730563551737457917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8730563551737457917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8730563551737457917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-23.html' title='Tuti Mafia 23'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-3420149641599463752</id><published>2009-05-01T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:12:48.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 22</title><content type='html'>Barely a week after the Ring Battles had ended, Mun, Carmen, Alene, Marian, Meiling, and Rachel returned to Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi and Sam walked down an empty street. Yiernoshi was bored. Christine had gone to buy some cookies at some random new bakery, Jeanine was doing homework, Victoria was at yet another golf tournament, and Se Ern was probably at the pet store buying cat food. She didn't dare to find Claire, and Maria had disappeared without a trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in short, Yiernoshi was walking around, trying to find something to do, as all of herfriends were currently occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she saw a figure running towards her. It was Se Ern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was carrying a large bag of cat food in her arms. As she waved frantically at Yiernoshi, she tripped over a stone on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stared at a dark shape that had flown off Se Ern when she had fallen, and was now spiralling towards her and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the Ten Year Pencilcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's coming towards us!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam stared up at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is bad. I can't move."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi got out of the way, just in time, as a cloud of smoke engulfed Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me...it hit Sam...which means that the one standing here should be Sam from ten years later!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke cleared, and Yiernoshi found herself looking at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern had picked herself up, and was now running towards Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiernoshi! I'm so sorry! Did Sam get zapped?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah...she'll return after 5 minutes, right?''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think so."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;An hour later, Sam had not appeared yet. Running down one of the streets, looking frantically for Sam, Yiernoshi ran into Jeanine and Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, Fourteenth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why are you running around, Yiernoshi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi scratched her head sheepishly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...Sam sort of...disappeared."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, Yiernoshi explained to them what had transpired an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see...shall we help you find Sam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine nodded energetically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll search around the school!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'll go to Se Ern's house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, eh...then I'll go to the park."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine and Jeanine ran off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi ran towards the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam! Where are you? Where did you go?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running past the bookstore, she bumped into Se Ern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Se Ern! Do you happen to know where Sam went?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled out the Ten Year Pencilcase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...maybe it malfunctioned..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi held out her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May I see it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern handed the pencilcase over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, in the process, its keychain got yanked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oops."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a &lt;em&gt;bang&lt;/em&gt;, and Yiernoshi disappeared in a thick mass of yellow smoke.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi was travelling in a tunnel of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got hit by the Ten Year Pencilcase...&lt;/em&gt;she thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abruptly, the light disappeared, to be replaced by pitch darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trees? No...the scent of flowers...it's so dark...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached out a hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, it's moving.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi pushed off the black thing above her, and sat up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was in a forest, the scent of flowers and morning dew heavy around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This place is ten years in the future...which means that I'll be coming here in ten years..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, where is here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Isn't this a coffin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is my future self in a coffin?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new voice sounded. Accompanied by a footstep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A familiar silhouette loomed in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah...you're..."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Finally began the third arc! This is where everyone else comes into play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify, in case Yiernoshi's shape-shifting lollipop confused you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triangular lollipop: to freeze the Dying Will Flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Squarish lollipop: to absorb the opponent's flame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-3420149641599463752?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/3420149641599463752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=3420149641599463752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/3420149641599463752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/3420149641599463752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/05/tuti-mafia-22.html' title='Tuti Mafia 22'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-6649281036636221028</id><published>2009-04-28T19:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:18:42.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 21</title><content type='html'>Yiernoshi stood on the rooftop, swathed in flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene, Marian, and Rachel gasped, staring at the screen in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Yiernoshi...she..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is she trying to do, emitting the flames so far away from Don...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Discharging the flames uselessly is just as good as throwing away her own life!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flame surrounding Yiernoshi began to flicker erratically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don's eyes narrowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That irregular flame...could it be...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swore under her breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Dying Will Zero Point Breakthrough...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam looked surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why would she know about it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don readied her gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't allow it," she hissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped towards Yiernoshi, who barely dodged the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You can't escape so easily!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started firing. From the front. Back. Left. Right. Yiernoshi couldn't keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gyah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Yiernoshi was hit full-on in the back, and fell to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While she had been fending off Don, her lollipop had returned to its original round shape. Now, as she concentrated, it transformed into a triangle once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above her, Don raised her guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is charity!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fired multiple bullets, using the same technique as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi disappeared in a cloud of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine looked up at one of the screens placed around the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boss!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, tying up her injuries with strips of cloth ripped off the bottom of her shirt, looked up at the screen above her, surprised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella peered up at another giant screen, a safe distance away from, and out of sight of Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene stared, horrified, at the swirling smoke on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the smoke cleared, to show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi lying in the middle of a giant crater, flames extinguished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don took a few steps forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tch, is she dead? Scum should all turn to ashes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised her gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her finger was preparing to apply pressure to the trigger, when suddenly, Yiernoshi's forehead began to glow softly. The flickering spot on her forehead grew, and became a small flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, without warning, the flame simply &lt;em&gt;exploded&lt;/em&gt;, blazing fiercely. The lollipop began to glow. Yiernoshi levitated off the ground, held there by her flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's done it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi got to her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's strange. Didn't she suffer a direct hit?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam elaborated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She neutralised Don's Flame of Wrath, by acheiving the Reverse Dying Will State."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reverse...Dying Will State?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Normally, a person in the neutral state is at the Zero point. Going into the Dying Will State and emitting flames is the Plus state. The Zero Point Breakthrough means that when you are in the Plus state, you are able to reverse back into the Minus state."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minus? You mean, acheive an even emptier Dying Will then when you're doing nothing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right. Also, the part that becomes empty is also able to receive the enemy's flame. When it absorbs the flame, it also negates the damage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiling rubbed her chin thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why does it produce such an unusual flickering flame?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's because, in order to acheive the Minus state, she must balance the timing of going back and forth between the Plus state and the Zero Point."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don looked at Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what the First Boss used."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuhaha! The real technique would not allow the user to suffer damage to that extent!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen glanced at Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her body is bruised because she absorbed the Flame of Wrath. Even with this techinique, her chances of winning aren't very high..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene looked scandalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But we trained so hard to acheive this technique!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The impression among many people is that the Zero Point Breakthrough was a 'technique' used by the First. In reality, it is actually a 'condition' that shows the path to the 'technique'. If she can reach that 'condition', she may be able to work out a technique different from the First's."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Don was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the end, scum! I'll shoot you until you turn into ashes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then make sure you aim well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi concentrated, and her lollipop morphed into a square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zero Point Breakthrough..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Revised."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuu, you're trying again? It's not going to work. The real Zero Point Breakthrough does not have that pose!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi quirked an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm just going through my own Zero Point Breakthrough."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll kill you right here, so you never speak the name of that technique again!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don leapt into the air, and started firing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge flame orb came hurtling towards Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No good! It's a finishing blow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don stood a little way apart from the giant crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll scatter you into dust for all eternity, you piece of trash!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she detected movement behind her. She spun around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Yiernoshi, flying towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's my turn now, Don."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kuh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don propelled herself upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just die already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi soared up too, matching Don's speed. She swung around, and kicked Don's face, sending her hurtling to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shot her guns, creating a giant cylinder of flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi swung her now-triangular lollipop in mid-air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see what she's done to 'revise' it. She didn't just absorb Don's power. She converted it into her own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don stared at Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Impossible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi flew forward, and thwacked Don with her lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whew! Thanks! Just in time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire turned away from Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you'd died on the school grounds, it would have been very troublesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Christine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No problem."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern placed her Ring into Christine's palm, alongside Jeanine's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here. There's a higher chance that you'll run into Yiern of something, so you take these. I don't feel like moving."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Victoria ran round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pressed a hand to her side, where it had been injured previously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gimme a break. The wound's bleeding again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A figure skidded to a halt in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine lowered her fists in surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Victoria! You're all right too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, Claire didn't want people dying on the school ground, so she saved me. I've got her Ring for safekeeping."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria opened her palm to show the Rings of Rain and Cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine held up three Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jeanine and Se Ern are fine too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait...that means that the only one left is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Mist!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Victoria and Christine threw open the door of the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Maria?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Over here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine stared past the demolished Mist pole, to see Maria, throat held in a death grip by Bella. Behind her, Kara was slowly getting up, the Ring of Mist clutched in her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hand over the Rings that you've got, or I'll skin her alive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few sparkles appeared in the air. Seconds later, Victoria and Christine were pinned to the wall, held there by a few daggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara's eyes narrowed dangerously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You aren't in a position to argue. Hand them over, and she," here she indicated Maria, "gets cured of the poison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hurry up and decide."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before they could, the wall of the gym exploded. Out of the resulting smoke leapt a hissing, spitting cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meeko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern stepped into the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stooped down, and plucked the Mist Ring off the ground, where it had fallen during the explosion. She placed it into Maria's wristband. Just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara got up from the ground, slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give that back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't really matter now, does it? The Sky Battle is about to end."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi and Don charged towards each other. Yiernoshi's lollipop was now squarish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Die, trash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don grabbed Yiernoshi's hands in her own, rstricting the movement of the lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands began to glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She intends to receive that flame?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed next was a huge orb of flame, surrounding them both, and obscuring all vision on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian peered into the dense smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's someone there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No way!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't panic all at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam pointed at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at her hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Her hands?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun stared at the screen in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don's hands were frozen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smoke cleared to show Yiernoshi, staring at her now-traingular lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled and nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is probably the Zero Point Breakthrough that the First came up with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stared at Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed, and explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since it is the Reverse Dying Will State, it creates the opposite of the flame, which is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Coldness!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun frowned thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But this isn't any normal ice. It froze Don's flame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a technique created to seal off the Dying Will Flame."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stood facing Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swung her triangular lollipop, hitting Don hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zero Point Breakthrough, First Edition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a loud crackling, Don was frozen completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi knelt to the ground, and the flame on her forehead winked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Her energy has reached its limits."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now's our chance!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella knelt down beside the massive ice lump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Watch carefully."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opened her palms, to reveal all six Rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen stared in shock at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? The Rings are on fire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ice is melting!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know why the Rings were stored in halves? Because together, they have a hidden power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice melted completely, releasing Don to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet walked over, with the Sky Ring that her raven had picked up from Yiernoshi's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me...the Ring..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seey grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, boss! This second-rate loser doesn't deserve it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lifted Don's hand, and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold it right there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeko sprang out of nowhere, attaching herself to Seet's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eek!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet dropped the Ring in fright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella raced to pick it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria jumped in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think you're doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She swung her club at Bella's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, a commotion had occured at the other side of the arena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire ran in, ignoring the bloodstains on her tonfa and the moans of Hini and Chip who had been struck down by her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She picked up the Ring, and tossed it to Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll take care of these herbivores. You keep that safe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, she swung around, smashing Gladys in the face with her tonfa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine ran towards Yiernoshi, when suddenly, she tripped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gloved hand reached down in front of her face and picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara turned, and started towards Don. She didn't get very far, before she was zapped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine turned her head to see Jeanine, piggybacking an unconscious Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine raised an eyebrow at Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, go on, give it to Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine retrieved the Ring, and began to run. She heard footstpes behind her, but they stopped abruptly. Most probably her pursuer had been struck down by Jeanine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she reached Yiernoshi's side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here you go. It's yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi nodded slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She plucked the Ring from Christine's grasp, and slipped it onto her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've won."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges were of the same opinion, as they announced the victory 30 seconds later. Yiernoshi didn't hear them, nor the whoops of joy that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-6649281036636221028?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/6649281036636221028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=6649281036636221028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/6649281036636221028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/6649281036636221028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-21.html' title='Tuti Mafia 21'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-3925659157414426170</id><published>2009-04-28T15:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:47:34.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 20</title><content type='html'>"A gun?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene looked at the screen, mouth agape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Among all the Carbonara bosses, only one used a gun as his main weapon. His flame was very weak, so he compensated for it with his weapon. Most likely Don's weapon will contain bullets similar to this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam held up a bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel stared at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Dying Will Bullet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at Don's hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The flame is being absorbed?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right. The Dying Will Bullet has a property that can temporarily compress the Dying Will Flame. The Seventh noticed this. Even if flames are weak, they can be accumulated into the bullet, then released in one shot. The resulting power is immeasurable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene froze in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait...but Don's flame is nothing like the Seventh's! Her Flame of Wrath has an immense destructive power. If such a flame was to accumulate, then be released in one shot..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...It would contain an unbelievable destructive power. If Yiernoshi were to get hit by that one shot, it would be very dangerous, even for her."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi dived towards Don. Holding her lollipop tightly, she used its flames to move forward rapidly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tch, brat. Don't think that you have a patent on moving at high speed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directing the barrels of her guns to the ground, she pulled both triggers. Two twin jets of flame spewed up, propelling her upwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi shot up into the air as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don raised her gun, and shot a wave of flame at Yiernoshi, sending her crashing into the school building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiling and Marian stared at the hole in the building, identical expressions of shock on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the gym! The ones in there..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The Mist Guardians!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi pulled back, skidding to a halt just in time to avoid hitting Maria, lying on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don, perched on the top of the gym, smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuhaha! This is charity!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She aimed the guns, and shot at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Storm and Lightning poles!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the poles had been destroyed. Seet and Bella caught the Rings that fell from above, and placed them into the wristbands, curing themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel spluttered in indignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They got the Rings!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuuhahahaa! Didn't think of this method, did ya, fake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella smoothed the imaginary wrinkles on her jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll leave that sonic wave brat to writhe in agony and die from the poison."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She adjusted her bandages, before deciding that her skin had healed enough, and yanked them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shishi~who should I kill next?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet stalked away from the pile of debris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like I'd waste any effort killing that handbag lunatic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don and Yiernoshi stood on a roof, glaring at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi bit her lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you so anxious about?"Sam murmured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your own Guardians aren't ordinary guys."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Bella crouched by the edge of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shishi~the Sun one should be somewhere around here..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She caught a movement at the corner of her eye, and dodged. Just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella slowly got up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hnn. You are..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her attacker's cold voice interrupted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You dodged that well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White shirt, black pants, tie. It was Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gaze travelled to the Rain pole. It had collapsed, its four stumps-that-used-to-be-supports smoking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Claire struck it down, then cured herself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How? The poison is so strong, even a wild elephant would stop in its tracks..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Also, the true Guardians are not just about their missions. Their relationships also resemble the type of weather they are named after. For example, when it rains, it could worsen into a storm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet paused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...should I kill the Sun one first, or the Cloud one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold it right there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ground around Seet exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet was blasted into a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outlined by the smoke, was Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Claire flipped the Storm Ring over to Christine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire narrowed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shall we begin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't allow you to cause all this extra noise during the Sky battle."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Don glared at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fuu. Annoying bits of trash, overestimating yourselves."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi glared at Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Concentrate on your battle with me."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Seet stared at Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You! You're the Storm sonic wave brat! Get out of my way or I'll kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two punches and a club on the head later, Seet was out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tch. It's so easy to beat poeple off guard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What about Jeanine?!" Carmen wailed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. Speaking in terms of weather, Storm and Lightning are like sisters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine yanked off Seet's Ring, and placed it in Jeanine's wristband. Immediately, Jeanine stopped convulsing, to lie prostrate on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There, you're fine now. Off to help the others!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Claire and Bella stared at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know you. You're Spade, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong. It didn't even rhyme."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe. What a weird person. But somehow, I think I'll enjoy this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both charged at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella launched bomb after bomb at Claire, creating a cloud of smoke around them both. When it cleared, Claire was hunched on the floor, covered in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shishi~is that all? Well then, bye-bye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled out one last stick of dynamite, and threw it at Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire's hand reached out automatically, and pinched the fuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hn. Explosives, hmm? Then I guess I'll just have to knock every one down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chains appeared, one end attached to the bottom of each tonfa, the other hanging free, with a pointed spearhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella flinched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uh...uh-oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! I pass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella leapt backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've gotta go get the other rings, so byeee~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire sighed, looking at Bella's retreating back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All that talk for nothing..."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Gah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi was falling backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel stared at the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That Yiernoshi...is she slowing down?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No. It's Don who's speeding up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi crashed into the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiming at Yiernoshi, she shot a multitude of bullets from both guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rapid fire?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi disappeared into a cloud of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That Yiernoshi, she avoided it. That kind of luck isn't going to happen again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi groaned, and hefted her lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It morphed into a triangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's going to use that power."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the rooftop, where Yiernoshi stood, her entire body was engulfed in orange flames, originating from the triangular lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single figure, illuminated against the harsh backdrop of orange.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Finally posted again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard as I tried, I couldn't condense the fight into one chapter. Hopefully next chapter will be the last bit of the fight. Thankfully, other people besides Yiernoshi got the chance to star too. 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Se Ern...Jeanine...Christine...the others...they'll all die?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because that is the duty of the Sky. The Sky is the mission of the boss. In this batle, the lives of all the Guardians are entrusted in the hands of the boss. That is the Sky battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Entrusted, you say...but this is too much!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is only one way to stop the progress of the poison. That is to insert the matching ring into each Guardian's wristband. Once the ring is inserted into the indentation on the wristband, it will activate the mechanism to administer the antidote stored in the wristband."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore, the condition for victory in this battle is simply this: You must acquire all of the Carbonara Rings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I get it! Let's hurry up and start!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don lunged forward, and punched Yiernoshi, propelling her into the school wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oops, my bad. Did I hit her before she got shot by the special bullet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam's lips twitched a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How foolish. Who do you think you're dealing with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her hand, she held a smoking shotgun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges ran towards the smoking crater in the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the crater sort of exploded. Swirling smoke cleared to reveal Yiernoshi standing among the rubble, lollipop in hand, flame on forehead blazing merrily, face set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll put you away first."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The judges beckoned to Sam and the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to watch the match, hurry this way, please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were led to the observation box at the back of the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, for the Battle of the Sky: Yiernoshi versus Don. Battle start!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi lunged at Don, swiping her with the lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don dodged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi effortlessly twirled the lollipop, striking again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don parried the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike, dodge, strike, parry, strike, duck....it was an endless repetitive cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Don spun around, dealing Yiernoshi a swift roundhouse kick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flew into another wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don advanced toward Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmph. Is that it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi lauched herself off the ground, lollipop extended in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don blocked the attack with one palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her other palm began to glow with a harsh orange light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time, Yiernoshi propelled herself upwards as Don blasted the light in her palms forwards. Five feet away, the windows in the building in front shattered. The reinforced concrete of the school building disintegrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam looked up at the display monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the Flame of Wrath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene looked at Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Flame of...Wrath?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. It is a very destructive flame. It is also exceedingly rare. In fact, only one other man wielded it successfully. The Carbonara Second."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi was now perched on the window ledge of a third-storey classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don looked up at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know why the First Boss, who used the same glove weapon as you, ran away to Tutipore and retired there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Author's note: Tutipore is where Yiernoshi and co. live.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's because he feared a battle with the Second Boss. If the Flame of Wrath had crushed the Dying Will Flame, it would disgrace his name of being the strongest. He was afraid of this flame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you want to try it out?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked at Don coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your flame and my flame. Shall we see which is stronger?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi jumped off the ledge, straight at Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel yelped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's serious?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really want to die that badly? Then die!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both flames met, flame against flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was yet another explosion. When the smoke cleared, Yiernoshi could be seen whacking Don on the face with the lollipop. She sent Don flying into the school building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Yiernoshi's flame had overpowered Don's flame!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the result of her training. However, Don won't be defeated just like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi had begun to charge forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a rod of flame shot out, forcing Yiernoshi to crounch to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dark shape leapt out of the debris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't want to pull out a weapon on you scum..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In each hand was now a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...So Don has a weapon too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worse, it's the same as that of the Seventh Boss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun nodded in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Second's flame, and the Seventh's gun...a vicious combination."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;And...here are some videos Gladys has been bugging me to post the URLs to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky Battle, Part 1: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XS_nwiPKYE&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6XS_nwiPKYE&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky Battle, Part 2: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0J4Hs6_xTQ&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0J4Hs6_xTQ&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky Battle, Part 3: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcL0JwcOs4Q&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kcL0JwcOs4Q&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky Battle, Part 4: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpD8ISQ9K-Q" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GpD8ISQ9K-Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speeded-up version of the Sky Battle (first 3 minutes only): &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6RE91jtSgkA&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6RE91jtSgkA&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random video featuring mainly the references for the Carbonara Family (Ignore the first few seconds): &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwxRKbM9dgI&amp;amp;feature=channel_page" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OwxRKbM9dgI&amp;amp;feature=channel_page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun watching!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-7255795078002222386?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/7255795078002222386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=7255795078002222386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7255795078002222386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7255795078002222386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-19.html' title='Tuti Mafia 19'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-6819163189283183512</id><published>2009-04-23T19:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T20:47:05.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 18</title><content type='html'>hey! sorry for the long wait, people! :)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Night had fallen the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Cabbage sat on the threadbare sofa on the third floor of their dilipidated base, watching Maria pack a small bag. Odourous Latrine was currently lying on a squeaky bed on the second floor, having been accidentally knocked out when Purple Cabbage was swinging around a bag of chewing gum rather too enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Master Maria?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Packing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria yanked the zipper on her black bag closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To the school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been summoned."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Under a streetlamp, four girls met up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;In the school courtyard, Don was already waiting, hands in pockets, a leer on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She looks ready to fight," murmured Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi, beside her, nodded. They had met up with the other Guardians ten seconds ago, at the courtyard, when a cloud of smoke had appeared, obscuring everything. When it cleared, Don was standing there, smirking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you came, trash."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stared back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two judges leapt down from the school roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We have been waiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They glanced at the small crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, for Yiernoshi's side, the Guardians of Storm, Sun, Cloud, Thunder, and Mist are here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mist?!" Christine yelped. Spinning around, she saw Maria, holding a small bag in one hand, clutching her knife in the other, a look of determination on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Maria."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm all set."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh...what's in that bag?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Books."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine was interrupted by the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, the only one left is the Guardian of Rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a shoe hitting the concrete ground alerted Yiernoshi to someone else's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Claire!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, it was Claire, with a scowl planted on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you want?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Er...what do I want...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's one of us, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The judges said that the Guardians had to come," Jeanine added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right," the judges said. "All the Guardian were sent a compulsory summons."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Compulsory summons?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those guys are here too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked in the direction Sam was looking at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cheddocheezaria!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, there they stood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys, with the purple marks on her throat from the attempted strangulation, colouring her neck like an exotic fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip, the deep lacerations on her body slowly healing. Already, the bandages on her face had been removed, revealing a scar shaped like an 'X' on her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella, burnt skin already beginning to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hini, tapping her pocket, smiling slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet, stroking the raven on her shoulder, the other ruffling Chip's hair, oblivious to the death glares Chip was shooting at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Kara, standing with her hands on her hips, looking at Seet and Chip in silent resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...some of them aren't even in the condition to fight!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges nodded gravely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In the compulsory summons, nothing else is taken into account. Because in the Sky battle, the six rings, as well as the lives of the six guardians, are at stake."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, let's begin the Sky battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wa..wait a minute! We haven't clarified..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges cut in coldly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you don't want to start, you will be disqualified, and Master Don will officially be given possession of the rings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right. Firstly, we'll collect all the Guardians' Rings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone started at Se Ern's outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After we fought like mad to get this ring, we have to give it back?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are indeed the true Guardian, there is no need to worry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, all six Rings were collected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will now explain the rules of the Sky battle. The Sky battle will be similar to the others. One of the conditions for victory is to join the two halves of the Ring. However, the battlefield will be the entire school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, that's huge..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In order to watch such a wide battlefield, we have installed wide-screen displays at the observation box, as well as various other locations. Also, the Guardians will be using this wristband installed with a camera-equipped monitor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge held up a watch-like wristband with a small rectangular screen where the face of the watch should be. Below the screen was a small indent, shaped like a crest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern put hers on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like a mini-TV!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine looked at hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Fourteenth, it's your close-up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After all the Guardians have put on their wristbands, please make your way to the respective fields of your battles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hini looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our battlefields? What for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judge looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will not entertain any questions. If you do not follow the rules, you will be disqualified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern punched the air with her fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right! Let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine rolled her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, see you later, Fourteenth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Best of luck, young Carbonara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be rash, okay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do your best!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Tch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five minutes later, the judges announced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like everybody has reached their battle fields."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True enough, through the big screens at the observation box, Yiernoshi could see two people at each battle site. Also, in the middle of each field, was a tall stand, with the Ring winking happily on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern stared at the pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's with this pole?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The top of each pole contains a ring of the same type."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...that means we have to scramble for them again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are free to do so. That is, if you are able to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire raised her eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Urgh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the fields, twelve people winced at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha...what was that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just now, the Guardians were injected with a poison administered from the wristbands. This poison is called the Death Hitter. Once administered, it will paralyze the victim's nerves immediately. Even standing up will prove difficult. Then, a burning pain will spread throughout the body, increasing gradually, until 30 minutes later..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The victim will die."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-6819163189283183512?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/6819163189283183512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=6819163189283183512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/6819163189283183512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/6819163189283183512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-18.html' title='Tuti Mafia 18'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-4152820154923350533</id><published>2009-04-21T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:10:10.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the strings people.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Se2phJAq3BI/AAAAAAAAAco/wAAgVJZUlsI/s1600-h/_MG_1248_edited-s.jpg_595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Se2phJAq3BI/AAAAAAAAAco/wAAgVJZUlsI/s320/_MG_1248_edited-s.jpg_595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327100321068669970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;look at our classmates!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-4152820154923350533?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/4152820154923350533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=4152820154923350533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/4152820154923350533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/4152820154923350533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/strings-people.html' title='the strings people.'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Se2phJAq3BI/AAAAAAAAAco/wAAgVJZUlsI/s72-c/_MG_1248_edited-s.jpg_595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-765770864277946984</id><published>2009-04-20T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:32:24.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 17</title><content type='html'>The next day, Yiernoshi and Alene were sparring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three hours into the training, Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like you've got it, Yiernoshi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi and Alene charged towards each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaboom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a loud explosion, and Alene was thrown backwards. She picked herself up, and ran over to where Yiernoshi was lying in the middle of a giant crater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Yiernoshi! Hang in there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene turned to Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we continue like this, Lord Yiernoshi's body will break!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just then...the flame...somehow, just a little bit...I had a feeling like I know...what the First did with this technique..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I see. Well then, shall we call it a day here?"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;That night, Yiernoshi was very nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's our Guardian of Mist? What if she doesn't turn up, and the Cheddocheezaria would win by default..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...but...but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi's protests were cut off by the arrival of the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tonight's match will be held in the gymnasium."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? The gym?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the gymnasium, the judges stood in the center of the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will the Guardians of Mist please come forward?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cheddocheezaria's Mist Guardian stepped out. Under her black jacket, she wore a pale grey shirt, and jeans. She wore a pair of black leather gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's our Mist Guardian?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, almost as if on cue, the gymnasium door banged open. Two girls walked in. Two girls Yiernoshi had hoped never to see again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in the black toilet bowl shirt, and the girl with the red-and-purple outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odourous Latrine and Purple Cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You! What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got into position, ready to attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Relax. They've brought the Guardian of Mist with them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stared at Sam incredulously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...that means that our Mist Guardian is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third figure stepped into the gymnasium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kufufu~long time no see, young Carbonara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Maria Silvertongue.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Eee! Maria?! Didn't they lock you up in prison or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I broke out again~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern stepped forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiernoshi, you can't be considering letting &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; join the ring battles, can you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Um...uh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Remember that Maria is the only one fit for the job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh...then...I guess we'll leave it in your hands, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alright."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She strode to the center of the gym, where the other Guardian was waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges began to explain the field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This time, the battlefield will be the entire gymnasium. The objects may be used in any way that you desire. Furthermore, this field has not been outfitted with any special installations. This is to cater to the speciality of the Mist, the ability to create something from nothing, and nothing from something, thus bewildering the enemy, and rendering the family's true form intangible with visions of deceit. This is the role of the Guardian of Mist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There has also been a special audience viewing area set up for the rest to view the match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, the battle of the Mist: Maria versus Kara. Let the battle begin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria removed a pair of slim glasses fromk her pocket. Perching them on the bridge of her nose, she pushed them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stetching out a hand towards Kara, she intoned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Suffocate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, Kara began to choke, and fell to the ground. Maria strode over, and picked her up by the throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pathetic. I won't be able to have any fun with you, so I'll kill you right here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And who are you talking to?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara landed behind Maria, grinning. The 'Kara' in Maria's grip became a baseball bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? That girl turned into a baseball bat!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a illusion, stupid Yiernoshi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the arena, Maria threw back her head and laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good, good, looks like I'll be able to have some fun with you, after all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed her glasses up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You will be attacked by vipers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three or four hissing snakes appeared, slithering over to Kara, fangs bared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snakes suddenly started writhing in mid-air, before bursting into a million pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Snakes, eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria stood there, unfazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching inside her jacket, she pulled out a long knife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She charged towards Kara, who dodged it. Undeterred, she struck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara barely dodged the knife, which ended up cutting off a few strands of her hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria flew backwards, having just suffered a kick in the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kara sniffed, and flicked her wrist. Two shiny things flew towards Maria, catching her jacket and effectively pinning her to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shuriken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shuriken are those throwing stars that the ninjas use...I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another flick, and three more shuriken embedded themselves right next to Maria's legs, trapping them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're completely pinned down. It's over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No...it's not..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria struggled against the iron hold that was restraining her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Resistance is futile. Hand over the Ring, or I'll flay your skin off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove her point, she removed a small knife from her belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kufufu~you'd dare to do such a thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tch. Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leaned close to Maria, knife poised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not today. I'm tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, she used the knife to sever the chain holding Maria's half of the Ring. The Ring fell into her palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clicked the two halves together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She exited the arena, leaving Maria pinned to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three wins, three losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last battle, the Battle of the Sky, would decide it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would they triumph?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-765770864277946984?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/765770864277946984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=765770864277946984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/765770864277946984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/765770864277946984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-17.html' title='Tuti Mafia 17'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2677973769918336512</id><published>2009-04-19T21:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:47:38.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omake 7</title><content type='html'>This is the reference for Hini's power. His name is Lavi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SesrTxjGgsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FABA0Tva0_o/s1600-h/lavi%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326398603013817026" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SesrTxjGgsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FABA0Tva0_o/s320/lavi%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2677973769918336512?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2677973769918336512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2677973769918336512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2677973769918336512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2677973769918336512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/omake-7.html' title='Omake 7'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SesrTxjGgsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FABA0Tva0_o/s72-c/lavi%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-1314200806344612129</id><published>2009-04-19T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:46:00.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 16</title><content type='html'>The next day, two girls were rudely kicked out of bed by their home tutors to begin training. One was Victoria, the other was Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmph...I wanna go back to sleep..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam kicked Yiernoshi on the head, and with Alene's help, began dragging her bodily to the cliffs&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Meiling...is it really neccessary to train at 5 am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! We need to train as much as we can today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...I'm too sleepy to do anything-yargh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a loud splash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meiling! There's no need to dump me into the river!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you're fully awake now, aren't ya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Whatever..."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"OW!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Yiernoshi! Are you all right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi slowly got up from the small crater she had created on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah...that was dangerous..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam kicked Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your clumsiness is going to get you killed, stupid Yiernoshi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmph! That hurt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just concentrate on your training, and it won't hurt that much. We need to perfect this technique as soon as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Are you serious?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm deadly serious."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;That night, Yiernoshi dragged her bruised and battered self to school. She reached the gate at the same time as a very grumpy Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meiling dumped me into an ice-cold river at 5 am to wake me up, before making me train the whole day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi winced. Cold shocks at 5 am sounded much worse than being kicked out of bed by Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, all had gathered on the school rooftop, where the match was to take place. Yiernoshi glanced at the Cheddocheezaria. Seet had joined the ranks of the injured onlookers, one arm in a sling, the Ring of Thunder around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to her, the tall girl who had tried to kill Victoria before was fingering her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges leapt onto the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the battlefield for tonight's scramble battle: the Cloud Ground."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi and co. turned their gaze to the arena in the center of the school roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What on Tuti did you do to the roof?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges glanced up serenely at Se Ern's outburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The mission of the Cloud Guardian is to be the aloof, drifting cloud who protects the family from an independent standpoint, and whom nothing can ever bind. Therefore, we have prepared the most extreme field for her. The field is surrounded on all sides by barbed wire, as well as 8 automatic batteries that will shoot at any mobile object it detects within a 15 meter radius. Furthermore, there are pressure-sensitive mines buried underground. Once activated, an alarm will sound, followed immediately by an explosion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eep! Isn't that like a battlefield?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges clapped their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We shall begin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria stepped forward, along with the tall girl, onto a elevator-like thing that transported them safely to opposite ends of the field, just out of range of the automatic batteries, and on a patch of landmine-less ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The battle between the Guardians of Cloud: Victoria versus Hini. Let the battle begin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria picked up her golf club and whirled around, letting fly an arc of flaming balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's Victoria's new technique, the one we spent the whole of today perfecting-Arc Sweep. With one sweep of the club, she can launch an entire arc of balls. It is nearly impossible to avoid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked up. It was Meiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I sure hope so..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ring, Hini raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She flipped open her waistpouch, and drew out a tiny hammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shape-shifting Hammer: Grow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hammer grew in size, becoming almost thrice Hini's height. She swung it around effortlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made contact with each of the 8 balls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One by one, the automatic batteries blew up as the balls blasted them to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Extend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hammer grew longer, sending Victoria flying into the fence. Luckily, none of the landmines detonated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hammer head retracted. Hini placed it firmly on the ground, and clutched the handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Extend!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handle grew, providing Hini with a safe way to get to Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ring, please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I could just kick you, and you'd activate the landmine and blow yourself up, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't care."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hini picked Victoria up by her blouse, and held her over an untouched portion of the battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I bet there's at least 2 landmines here. I can drop you, and you'll go boom, while my hammer gets me out of range of the blast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She dangled Victoria over the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria's shoe accidentally brushed the ground. An alarm rang, and that patch of ground blew up. Victoria, however, was not hurt. She was dangling 50 feet above the ground, on Hini's hammer handle, face as white as chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"See? You could have died. Now, give me the ring, and I won't drop you onto the battlefield."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria bit her lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hini reached down, and plucked the Ring off Victoria's finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hammer's handle shortened, until the both of them were just mere inches above ground level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hini displayed the complete Ring on her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges nodded. After Hini and a shaking Victoria had been extracted safely from the ring, they clapped their hands for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We shall now announce tomorrow's battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked up, from where she and the others had been comforting Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tomorrow shall be the scramble battle between the Guardians of Mist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's finally that one's turn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi started freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We don't even know who our Guardian of Mist is!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-1314200806344612129?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1314200806344612129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=1314200806344612129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1314200806344612129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1314200806344612129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-16.html' title='Tuti Mafia 16'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-5584821776076762938</id><published>2009-04-19T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T15:30:51.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omake 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Reference used for the judges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SerTGECzCoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/32Ta9prK_s0/s1600-h/cervello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326301610437184130" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SerTGECzCoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/32Ta9prK_s0/s320/cervello.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-5584821776076762938?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/5584821776076762938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=5584821776076762938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5584821776076762938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5584821776076762938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/omake-6.html' title='Omake 6'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SerTGECzCoI/AAAAAAAAAcY/32Ta9prK_s0/s72-c/cervello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-3180440456991632809</id><published>2009-04-18T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:52:02.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 15</title><content type='html'>The following night, Yiernoshi and the others met at the school gate, just like the previous days. Yiernoshi was quite on edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more win. Just one more win to triumph over the Cheddocheezaria. Could they do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced up at the darkening sky, and caught sight of a flash of pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges had jumped off the building and landed on the ground on front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today's battle shall be held in the school quadrangle. Please make your way there now."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The quadrangle had been converted into a ring, rather like the one for the Sun battle. The Cheddocheezaria were already assembled there. Chip, swathed in bandages, Bella, with a broken leg and raw-looking face, Gladys, neck still showing purple marks from the previous battle, the very tall girl who had been after Victoria's life, Don, sprawled in an ornate throne that had been present ever since the first battle, and two others they didn't recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the battle ground for the scramble battle for the Ring of Thunder. The perimeter of the ring has been fitted with special fences that emits an electric charge, effectively stunning anything that comes into contact with it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi winced. Owch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There has been a viewing area set up just outside the ring. All except the Guardians of Thunder should now proceed there to watch the match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess I'll get going, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Cheddocheezaria side, a tall girl with a raven perched on her shoulder stepped forward. She removed her leather jacket, and passed it to Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hold it for me, will ya? I won't need it for the moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl smiled, and strode towards the center of the ring, where the judges and Jeanine were waiting. She lifted a hand to brush her fringe out of the way, and as she did so, Yiernoshi caught sight of a tattoo on the crook of her right arm. It looked like Gladys', except that in the center, instead of a crown and swirl, was a treble clef.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges nodded, and exited the ring. Safely outside the battle area, they announced:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, the battle between the Guardians of Thunder: Jeanine versus Seet. Let the battle begin!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine whipped out her handbags, and started shooting. Bending with ease of long practice, Seet dodged the bolts as best as she could. Unfortunately, she could only dodge so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After five minutes, Jeanine was grinning triumphantly, staring down at Seet, who was kneeling on the ground, panting, her left arm and side burnt and bleeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was such an easy win!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet picked herself up slowly. Gently ripping a thin strip from the bottom of her shirt, she carefully bound up her bleeding arm. Red spots quickly stained the white cloth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening her mouth, she let out a sound almost too high-pitched to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Trying to sing? You suck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, a brown mass appeared. It was moving rapidly towards Seet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cockroaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine recoiled at the sight of the twenty-or-so insects, letting out a shriek any seasoned tai-tai would be proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet raised her hand, and let out another soundless call. The cockroaches flew as one body towards Jeanine, who shrieked again. Her handbags zapped the cockroaches, slowly reducing the number of insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet growled, deep in her throat, watching jeanine destroy the last of the insects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nice try, but I defeated your insects."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet raised her eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who ever said I was using them to fight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, a roar sounded. A lion stood at the edge of the quadrangle. Loping towards the ring, it cleared the barrier in one jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet reached out a hand, and stroked the lion gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is my power, the ability to speak to animals and summon them when I am in need."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She growled softly to the majestic lion. It growled back what obviously was a reply, before going into the hunter's crouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Jeanine could register what was happening, the lion had pounced on her, knocked her down. It unsheathed a claw, and held it, poised, over Jeanine's throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet strode up to Jeanine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give the Ring to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said, give it to me. You do realize that refusal can lead to me telling him to slit open your throat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine's eyes widened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet tossed the raven on her arm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raven flew over to Jeanine, landed gracefully by her side. Extending its beak forward, it caught hold of the half-Carbonara Ring hanging on a thin chain around her neck. Jerking sharply, it broke the chain into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet smiled, and held out her palm to receive the half-ring from the raven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The raven circled once around Seet, depositing the ring into her hand, before settling on top of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet removed her own half of the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Click."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She slipped the complete ring onto her finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She growled softly to the lion, bowing her head to it as she did so. It bent its shaggy head, and bounded off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges clicked a remote, and the humming electric current surrounding the ring turned off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seet has successfully completed the Carbonara Ring. Therefore, we recognize her as the victor of the battle for the Ring of Thunder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine got up, and staggered over to where Yiernoshi and the rest were standing, stunned into silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm sorry, everyone. I tried my best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges emerged from their brief huddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We will now announce tomorrow's battle. Tomorrow shall be the scramble battle between the Guardians of Cloud."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-3180440456991632809?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/3180440456991632809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=3180440456991632809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/3180440456991632809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/3180440456991632809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-15.html' title='Tuti Mafia 15'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-3960219749351896660</id><published>2009-04-16T22:20:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:38:48.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SedAxf25AeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/LfzfHYN5gL8/s1600-h/n598041849_2178788_4326993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325296303498396130" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SedAxf25AeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/LfzfHYN5gL8/s320/n598041849_2178788_4326993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yixin in background!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SedAn4gpAFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bWkfKMGhrYg/s1600-h/n598041849_2178779_2202378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325296138317267026" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SedAn4gpAFI/AAAAAAAAAb4/bWkfKMGhrYg/s320/n598041849_2178779_2202378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; yi ern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SedAdXjNhUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/KbpJMEhHNZ4/s1600-h/n598041849_2178778_2476467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325295957670987074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SedAdXjNhUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/KbpJMEhHNZ4/s320/n598041849_2178778_2476467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SedAGPrxxtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/j20F0DWD4F0/s1600-h/n598041849_2178774_1579668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325295560422442706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SedAGPrxxtI/AAAAAAAAAbo/j20F0DWD4F0/s320/n598041849_2178774_1579668.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sec_z9t0caI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ygQDMQM2X8Y/s1600-h/n598041849_2178766_3626418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325295246361522594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sec_z9t0caI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ygQDMQM2X8Y/s320/n598041849_2178766_3626418.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; se ern alene and sammoh should be somewhere around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SedCobkLsvI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/nXskWCTfaO8/s1600-h/n598041849_2178767_3459867.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325298346750620402" style="WIDTH: 320px; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/Sec_ZtWNyrI/AAAAAAAAAbA/mW65HJO2clo/s320/n598041849_2178747_4375016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;first time posting! or second. not sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, the strings and guitar ensemble went for syf rehearsal on wednesday and your wonderful classmates, namely abigail, alene, se ern, yi ern, sammoh, yixin and i, were in quite a few photos. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-3960219749351896660?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/3960219749351896660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=3960219749351896660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/3960219749351896660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/3960219749351896660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/yixin-in-background-yi-ern-and-again-se.html' title=''/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SedAxf25AeI/AAAAAAAAAcI/LfzfHYN5gL8/s72-c/n598041849_2178788_4326993.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-5670313153216774808</id><published>2009-04-16T18:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:04:09.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 14</title><content type='html'>Sam sat on a rock idly, watching Yiernoshi stand, facing the rock wall, in hyper Dying Will mode, flame on forehead blazing and lollipop aglow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, who had come to watch the training, frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is just standing there supposed to be training?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wrong. It's measuring the timing for the Dying Will Zero Point Break."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zero Point Break?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just watch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they watched. Yiernoshi stood there, not budging an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...How much longer are we supposed to wait?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm...I guess it won't appear today."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;That night, they all met up at the school gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine came a little later than the others, with a mummy-like thing following her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eep! Is that a mummy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure clawed violently at the bandages on its face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu! Ith me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That Rachel...she said that this was going to be an effective treatment, then she wrapped me up clumsily in bandages!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chr...Christine?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Apparently, she's supposed to rest quietly, but she wanted to come no matter what, so I lent her a hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't going to go down without knowing how the match went!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah, today is Claire's battle, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two figures leapt onto the school rooftop. It was the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today's battle shall be held in the school building's Block B. Please make your way over to Block B now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go...oof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine had spun around, ready to go, but tripped and fell face flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;After picking Christine up and trying (to no avail) to prevent Christine from ripping off her bandages ('stupid useless bandages,' she said), they headed to Block B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three-storey building was completely devoid of furniture. The three floors had been merged into one, and many platforms had been installed at different heights, some stuck to walls, some suspended from the ceiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the battlefield for the Battle of Rain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked up to see a group of leather-clad girls standing on a platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Cheddocheezaria!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl stepped forward, away from the mass of leather. She wore a white shirt below her leather jacket, black shorts, and knee-high boots. From her breast pocket hung a silver chain. She also had a fingerless glove on her right hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi found it strange that she should choose to wear a glove on only one hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason she did so became apparent as Yiernoshi watched her yank it off and stuff it into her pocket. On the back of her right hand was a tattoo. It looked like a crown surrounded by a swirl, which in turn was flanked by a pair of wings, all encompassed within a 'C'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tattoo...on a girl who looked her age...surprising. No wonder she had to hide it with a glove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Move it, herbivores."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire, it seemed, had arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pushed past them, and headed for the center of the arena, where the judges and the girl with the tattoo were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The audience area will be outside the school building. The match will be projected onto a giant screen set in the wall. All except the guardians should vacate the premises immediately."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left. Nobody dared to wish Claire well. There were two reasons for this. One, she'd 'book them to death'. And two, she would probably take it as an insult to her fighting strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the arena was devoid of people except the two Guardians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The battle for the Ring of Rain: Claire versus Gladys. Begin the battle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire immediately charged forward, tonfas at the ready. Gladys pulled out a whip and blocked the attack. Claire, undeterred, kept on attacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys dodged the blows swiftly, parrying with her whip. She leapt from platform to platform, finally stopping on one and twirling around before crounching down, whip in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A pirouette?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, I dance ballet, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To prove it, she began a small ballet routine right there on the platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, Claire didn't attack at all during Gladys' dance routine, but merely stood and watched, eyebrows cocked and a smirk playing on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Gladys finished, Claire tutted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is that all you can do? How pathetic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her next words shocked Yiernoshi. A lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dance way better."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Gladys stared at Claire in silence for about a second or so after this statement. Then, she burst out laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You? A mere student? How dare you stand there and proclaim that you can dance better than me, the ballet queen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's because I can dance so much more than just ballet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Show me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Claire danced. She danced on her platform for 15 minutes straight. While Gladys stood and stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the dance, Claire turned to face Gladys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There. I've proven it. Now, die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Gladys could react, Claire had jumped off her platform, and was now zigzagging from platform to platform, tonfas out, sadistic grin on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tonfas hit Gladys' head, and Gladys staggered back, a little unsteady. Grinning widely now, Claire undid her tie. She looped it swiftly aroung Gladys' neck, and held the free end. Dragging Gladys to the edge of the platform, she dangled her by the tie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uff!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys' face was slowly but surely turning purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me the ring now. Or you die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Neffer!" -choke-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire began to swing Gladys by the tie back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now will you give it to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Giff yu the Wing of Wain? Neffer!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire bent down and using her other hand, pressed the tonfa against Gladys' throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give it to me, or you die. I mean it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladys looked up at Claire's face. Her vision flickered, and...wait...were those black spots floating around?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Unh...fine...take...it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire reached down, and yanked the Ring off the chain in Gladys' pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Goodbye, herbivore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire let go of the tie, and Gladys fell about two-and-a-half stories down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges blinked once, twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The winner of the scramble battle for the Ring of Rain goes to Claire. We will announce the tomorrow's battle now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi held her breath. Victory was only one more win away. Could they do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The next battle will be...the battle between the Guardians of Thunder."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-5670313153216774808?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/5670313153216774808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=5670313153216774808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5670313153216774808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5670313153216774808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-14.html' title='Tuti Mafia 14'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2326772413854362251</id><published>2009-04-16T17:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T18:53:13.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omake 5</title><content type='html'>Yeah~time for random references!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From top to bottom:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella's reference. (Belphegor/Bel/Prince the Ripper)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bella's power. 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When Yiernoshi demanded an explanation, she mumbled something along the lines of 'last-minute training with Marian'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine wasn't the only one ponning school. Yiernoshi was too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that particular moment when Victoria, Jeanine and the others were beginning their lessons, Yiernoshi was training at the cliffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam was perched on a rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's start the third phase of training! Are you ready?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The third phase is for the final form of controlling the Dying Will, referred to as 'Passing the Zero Point of the Dying Will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zero...point?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally, we are moving on to that legendary move, which only the First was capable of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First of all, to learn how to control the dying will in hyper mode, let's have a spar. The two of you, go into hyper mode."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gestured at Alene and Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene swallowed a pill, and winced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's harder to bear than I thought..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge blue flame, bigger than before, ignited upon Alene's forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm ready!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi closed her eyes and concentrated. A moment later, an orange flame every bit as big as Alene's appeared on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Marian reached into the half-empty cardboard box next to her and extracted a few paper planes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She set them in motion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on, destroy them all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine punched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaha~missed one!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shaddap!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;That night, Alene and Yiernoshi walked to the school together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alene, are you alright? You seem to be staggering."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup, I'm fine. It's just that today is my first time going into hyper mode, so I feel tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern, Victoria and Jeanine were waiting at the school gates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh? Where's Christine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno, thought she'd be coming with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe Marian held her back. Perhaps her new move is incomplete."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But if she doesn't appear, the Cheddocheezaria will win by default!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Hm? Today's match is indoors?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges were already at the battle field. Standing next to them was a girl in a long black leather trench coat, a navy blue shirt, and cargo pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the Guardian of Storm from Yiernoshi's group does not arrive by the time the clock reads 11 o'clock, the Cheddocheezaria wins by default."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all glanced at the clock. 10.59 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second hand moved closer and closer to the '12' marking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, the wall exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry for the long wait, Fourteenth! Christine has arrived!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Because you arrived before the arranged time, we acknowledge you right to participate in this match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine issued a general affirmative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then now, we will explain the battle field. The battle field tonight is the entire third floor of the school building. This includes all the classrooms, and the library. However..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was interrupted by a huge blast of wind, which smashed a few windows, and turned over a lot of furniture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In various places on the field, we have placed this hurricane turbine. The hurricane turbine has four openings for producing wind. It is a storm device that can blow super strong wind randomly from the four openings. If you are hit by the wind directly, you may be blown outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's overdoing it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges pointedly ignored the protests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Also, this match has a time limit. Unless either of you can complete the Ring of Storm 15 minutes after the start of the match, the time bombs installed in the hurricane turbines will explode one by one, blowing up the entire floor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Storm Guardian from the Cheddocheezaria grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Either way, I'll probably have a lot of fun with today's opponent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges clapped their hands for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Guardians of Storm, please come forward. All others, please proceed to the bleachers beside the school building. We have set up giant viewing screens there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sighed, and reluctantly left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine...don't die, alright?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges stepped forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then, the battle for the Ring of Storm, Christine versus Bella. Begin the battle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella tossed a cylinder to Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, catch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Christine could react, it exploded in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dynamite?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine punched towards Bella. Raising an eyebrow, Bella ducked, just out of range of Christine's attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I warn, you, don't play any trick. Do you know who your opponent is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Grr..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine bounced a small ball in her palm. Pulling her arm back, she launched the ball, and it sped like a bullet towards Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella didn't dodge. She didn't need to. In an instant, a strong wind blew, sweeping the ball away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hurricane turbines!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As the Guardian of Storm, of course I'm sensitive to wind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll beat you! I will not let shame taint the name of the Fourteenth's right hand!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella laughed a creepy laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shishishi~you can't beat me...because I'm a princess."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Three minutes have passed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella flung an assortment of explosives at Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KABOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine was crouched on the floor, bleeding profusely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is it already checkmate? Ushishi~is that all you can do as a Guardian of Storm? Your boss can see it too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Fourteenth...that's right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine slowly crawled into a standing position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I may be a loser, but I'll never let any shame come to the Fourteenth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She threw another lot of explosives at Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine pulled back her arm...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With one punch, all the explosives were destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now it's your turn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She punched again. Bella ducked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shishishi~I can read your attacks easily. I know the range that you can attack. It's useless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine didn't respond, except to punch again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella dodged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ushishi~how pathetic-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before she could complete the sentence, she was thrown off her feet by Christine's second punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella stood up slowly, swaying slightly on her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not over yet, y'know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She launched another set of bombs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's over."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She punched twice, once with each hand, one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shockwaves created changed the course of the bombs, and they headed back towards Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bombs exploded. Christine bent over the now-unconscious Bella and pulled off her half of the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I win."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that very moment, an explosion racked the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges' voices issued from the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since the time limit has passed, the destruction of the hurricane turbines has begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are 30 seconds remaining before the explosions reach you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 seconds was not a lot of time to react. Before Christine could form an adequate response, the hallway she and Bella were in blew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stared in shock at the viewing screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nudged Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A battered figure stumbled out of the debris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up blearily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did it...Fourteenth..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held up a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seconds later, she had collapsed, unconscious, to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Hini bent down and picked a heavily injured Bella from among the wreckage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip, her face and torso covered in white bandages, let out a sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With two wins to none, I hope tomorrow's match goes well."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges stepped forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since the ring was taken by Christine, we recognise Christine as the victor. We will now announce the line-up for the next match. Tomorrow's match will be..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The battle betweeb the Guardians of Rain."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Yo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun stepped out onto the rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like you'll have to fight tomorrow. How do you feel?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire smirked, raising her tonfa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come and find out for yourself."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-1137746745540014325?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/1137746745540014325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=1137746745540014325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1137746745540014325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/1137746745540014325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-13.html' title='Tuti Mafia 13'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-7520247675371278921</id><published>2009-04-14T18:44:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:30:36.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 12</title><content type='html'>That night, Yiernoshi headed for school. It felt kind of weird, really, walking to school at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for her at the gates were Christine, Victoria, Jeanine, and Se Ern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys! Sorry for being late!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's okay! Besides, some people have yet to show up. Take the mist person, for example."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria frowned thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's really quiet...is the school really the right place?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, are they even here yet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're already standing by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The six of them (Sam included) looked up at the cold voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! It's those judges!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Upon a strict conference, the battle cards for the scramble battle have been decided for tonight. The first match is..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below, Yiernoshi and the others waited nervously, wondering who would have to fight first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The battle between the Guardians of the Sun."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"The Guardians of the Sun...that means..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"VOOOOI! I'll beat you to a pulp, trash!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. Chip was fighting Se Ern today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges indicated a ring set up in the courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today's battle will take place within this ring. Your job is to retrieve the other half of the ring, and join the two halves together to make a whole. There is no time limit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The two competitors will step forward and enter the ring. All others should proceed to the special viewing area we have set up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The judges indicated two glass box-like areas on opposite ends of the courtyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern stretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess I'll get going! Seeya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good luck!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beat her up!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The battle for the Ring of Sun: Se Ern vs Chip. Let the battle begin!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Chip stepped into the ring, tapping her bat against her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEEEY! You listen good! I'll beat you up! It's a promise!" She shrugged off her jacket, leaving her in her black tee and shorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're gonna beat me up? Well, we never know till we try, right? Let's go, Meeko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lunged at Chip, striking out with the knife. Chip parried it easily, tripping Se Ern as she went along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ha! That's pathetic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd be careful if I were you. You're too open."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EH?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, something whizzed through the air, cutting Chip's side in the process. Immediately, the glowing seal appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have other kinds of knives, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go! Meeko, hyper mode!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeko meowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flame burning in Meeko's ears suddenly started burning very violently. The yellow flames grew in size, until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're coating Meeko's entire body!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup. This is Se Ern's new technique, HyperMeeko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi turned her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rachel?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought I'd come and watch my student's match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the ring, Chip stared at HyperMeeko for a moment, then started chortling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter if you increase the size of your aura! I'll slice you up no matter what!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HyperMeeko leapt at Chip, hissing, claws bared. Chip tried to knock her away with her bat, but ended up getting a deep laceration on her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"YES! We did it, Meeko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You did what? It's not over yet, scum!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip lifted her bat-now-turned-sword and lunged at Se Ern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern lifted her arms to ward off the blow, but failed. Chip flourished her katana, delivering a frenzy of slashes to Se Ern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she stopped after Meeko bit her on the hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern knelt, panting, at the edge of the ring. She was bleeding rather heavily from a deep cut on her cheek, and on her arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guess I have no choice but to use that, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern removed a pencilcase seemingly out of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the viewing area, Rachel gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's going to use that? I haven't even taught her how to!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern lifted the pencilcase, and pulled the zipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cloud of thick yellow smoke appeared, obsuring Se Ern and Meeko. When it finally cleared, what they saw was totally unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still Se Ern in the ring, that was for sure, but she was so much taller. With her now-long hair tied at the base of her neck in a long ponytail, she looked almost...grown up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel confirmed Yiernoshi's guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That is Se Ern ten years from now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that was not surprising enough, Meeko's transformation was more drastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a cute little kitten, Meeko had transformed into a puma-like big cat, lean and graceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern from the future smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How nostalgic. This is the scramble battle for the Carbonara rings, yes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip snarled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OOOI! I don't care how big you become, I'll defeat you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern from the future smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seems like there's a violent-looking ruffian yelling at me. Such a nuisance. Meeko, finish her off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeko growled once, probably in agreement. She began flaming all over once again, as she charged at Chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HyperMeeko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip had barely enough time to react, before Meeko had pinned her down, ripping viciously at her body, creating a pool of blood around them both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Chip's hand released its tight grip on the sword, and her blood-covered face lolled to one side. Chip was out cold, though thankfully not dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With another puff of yellow smoke, future Se Ern and Meeko had disappeared, to be replaced by the present Se Ern and Meeko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked at Rachel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How come the real Se Ern's back?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The effects of the ten-year pencilcase only lasts for five minutes. After five minutes, the present version will return."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ring, Se Ern bent down over Chip's unconscious body, and slid the ring off her finger. She pulled her own half off, and joined them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at the judges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Is this enough?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At this moment, Chip is unable to fight. Therefore, Se Ern is the victor in the scramble battle for the Ring of Sun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the end of tonight's match. But from now on, we shall announce the next battle's participants. Tomorrow evening's battle will be..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...The match between the Guardians of Storm."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-7520247675371278921?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/7520247675371278921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=7520247675371278921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7520247675371278921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/7520247675371278921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-12.html' title='Tuti Mafia 12'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2033167189494980185</id><published>2009-04-14T17:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:44:00.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omake 4</title><content type='html'>Another random reference!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Don's reference. 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From here on, I'll take charge of things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely enough, there stood Mun on the rooftop of another low building, Alene, Rachel, and Marian behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Inchiosto* Tigre** Mun,"growled Don.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*Italian for 'ink'; **Italian for 'tiger'.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You! What are you doing here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip raised her transformed sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don. Is one of your minions planning to lift up a sword against me, the outside advisor?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip scowled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't stick in your comments now, Mun! You're the wuss who can do nothing but run around!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel stepped forward, cannon at the ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun put out a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, Rachel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to face Chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't running. I was waiting for an answer from the Thirteenth. I was questioning the ways you guys do stuff, and with the Thirteenth's approval. So, I sent messages to the Thirteenth with some significant questions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She held up two scrolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And an order, which I presume is his reply, has just arrived."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't get it! What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"An outside advisor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam continued her explanation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's Mun's job in the Carbonara. Besides being the boss of an allied family, she is also the outside advisor. She is not involved during regular times, but in a state of emergency, she has the authority of the number 2 figure, after the boss. Furthermore, the outside advisor has the authority to give the half Carbonara rings to the heir. For the boss and the outside advisor to choose different heirs isn't something that happens too often."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene jumped off the roof, landing neatly next to Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Yiernoshi, these are direct orders from the Thirteenth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi opened the letter. At the top, a flame was blazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Dying Will Flame?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind Don, a girl wearing a white shirt and black shorts spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the Thirteenth's stamp of Dying Will Flame. No mistake, it's a real order."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi scanned the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wah! It's all in Italian, so I can't read it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene took the letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Translated, this is what it basically says."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Until now, I believed that the daughter of my stepson's cousin, Yiernoshi Lai, was the one worthy to be the next heir, and so I comlied to that. However, I have decided to select a more worthy heir. Namely, my niece, Don. However, some are not satisfied with the change. Currently, Mun, the outside advisor, refused the offer to give Don the rings. However, I don't intend to have a useless battle between my own family members. So, to satisfy everyone, let us start the traditional Carbonara Battle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene cleared her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Basically it means that..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those who wield the same type of ring will fight in a one-on-one battle," Mun completed.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"A one-on-one battle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. It's also written to wait for further instructions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Further instructions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for waiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two ladies leapt from building to building, landing on a low rooftop not far from where Mun was standing. They wore identical cropped jackets, face masks, and had pink hair. One wore a loose dress, while the other wore a blouse and tights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In this scramble battle for the rings, we will serve as judges. We are the Ossobucco organization, serving directly under the Thirteenth. Please consider our decisions for the scramble battle as the Thirteenth's decision."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because the boss and the outside advisor have chosen different people, they distributed the rings to different people. There are the 7 people led by Don, who were chosen by the Thirteenth, and the 7 people led by Yiernoshi, chosen by Mun. In this battle, the one who is truly worthy to wield the ring will prove it with their lives. The location is the school, at midnight. Further details will be given later. We shall await you at 11pm at the school tomorrow. Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, they left.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, two figures stood on the rooftop. One had a tie, the other, a book. Both were panting heavily, covered in blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I beat you in a serious battle. Keep up your part of the deal. You must join Yiernoshi's family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever. As long as I can book those herbivores dead."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-8202101360625964506?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8202101360625964506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=8202101360625964506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8202101360625964506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8202101360625964506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-11.html' title='Tuti Mafia 11'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2621570345289209586</id><published>2009-04-14T09:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:23:46.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 10</title><content type='html'>Jeanine and Victoria were walking back together after training.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to them, there were in fact four figures clad in black following them from rooftop to rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They landed in a street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's this point. They shouldn't have gone too far. Split up and look for them. We, the Cheddocheezaria Hini Cloud unit, will find and eliminate the ring wielder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet, sitting on a wall, smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As expected, the speed of your work is the best in the Cheddocheezaria, Hini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mmm. Aren't you supposed to be looking for the Guardian of Thunder?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah, I'll do it at my own pace. After all, according to Chip's report, the enemy is full of amateurs. I'll just watch from the sidelines for now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, Hini's earpiece-set crackled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Captain Hini, this is 01. To the west, I see two girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is 02. I have nothing to report."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Captain, this is 03 reporting. There is nobody around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hini nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good. That means that one of those two holds the Ring of Cloud. 01, go ahead and eliminate them. 02 and 03, follow him and beat them to pulp."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Sam jumped off the chair at the dinner table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiernoshi, let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What for? We already finished training for today!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We've got some unexpected guests. Mun's gone to get the others. Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha?!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi skidded to a halt in a deserted street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two figures were running towards her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Victoria! Jeanine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stay away!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaboom. A grenade was lobbed towards the trio, from a figure on a rooftop. Unfortunately, while struggling to get out of the grenade's range, they failed to notice what Yiernoshi did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a man clutching a knife behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aah! Victoria, Jeanine, watch out for that guy behind you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before either of them could react, the man was thrown off his feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing among the smoke was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Carbonara's Guardian of the Storm, Christine, is here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sighed with relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't get relieved yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above them, on the rooftops, another figure leapt up, clutching a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is 02. Target located. I'll attack."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he could do so, Jeanine's handbags had activated, zapping him unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another black-clad figure arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is 03. 02's been...GYAAAH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said person was slammed into a building, Victoria's golf ball leaving a burn mark on his jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like Mun made it just in time."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fourteenth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi, Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They're much weaker than I thought. That was an easy victory!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those are just the underlings of the Cheddocheezaria. The really scary ones are on their way here now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tall, lanky figure landed neatly on a pile of debris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you guys did that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes swept over the stunned teenagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My opponent who wields the Ring of Cloud is...the kid with the club."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She reached into her pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you interfere, I'll kill you all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Wait up, Hini!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five other figures in leather jackets appeared next to Hini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't hunt them all on your own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After all, there are other ring wielders here, y'know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, Yiernoshi heard a rather familiar voice. One she'd hoped never to hear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOI! How dare you trick me, you piece of trash!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leather jacket, black shirt, black shorts, and boots, holding the dreaded bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Chip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Which of you here wields the Ring of Sun?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern stepped forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"5 seconds! I'll slice you up in 5 seconds!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Move."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone new was making her way through the mass of black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing before her was a girl with glasses. She had a white dress shirt under her leather jacket, and wore a (fake) fox-fur accessory on her collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don glared at Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eep!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiernoshi Lai...die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised a hand to her spectacles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone turned towards the direction of the voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2621570345289209586?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2621570345289209586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2621570345289209586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2621570345289209586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2621570345289209586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-10.html' title='Tuti Mafia 10'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2415583081448221761</id><published>2009-04-13T19:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:49:49.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 9</title><content type='html'>Alene bowed to Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have come to assist thou in thy training."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alene! Are you feeling better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks to Boss's medicine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam cleared her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the second step of your training, sparring. If you knock out Alene, you pass."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! Whaddya mean knock out-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here we go, then."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene shook a pill out of a bottle and swallowed it. Almost immediately, a blue flame began blazing on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I request a match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam turned to Alene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go ahead and beat her up as much as you want."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! I'm fighting someone with a dying will?! I'll be killed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. You passed the first step of training. You'll be amazed at yourself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam raised her gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have tons to learn from Alene. Now, die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll defeat you with my dying will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish thou all the best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi raised her lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here I come!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene blocked the blow easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou is willing to die too much, Lord Yiernoshi. Thou only needs the will to die for a short moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sent Yiernoshi flying into the cliff wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RAWR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi jumped up, and tried again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene dodged every blow swiftly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lord Yiernoshi, thou can only battle for five minutes in the dying will mode because thou always release thine spirit to the maximum. Control thy spirit and try to stay in dying will mode for a longer time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This said, she rammed Yiernoshi into the cliff again.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Claire. Before fighting today, I want to tell you about the ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire sniffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's fine. I'm not interesting in anything other than beating you up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Geez, you're troublesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look. If you don't fight me seriously, I'll throw this ring away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wha? Wait! How about a trade? If I beat you in a serious battle, you'll have to join Yiernoshi's family."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Rachel, what's this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern dangled the bazooka-shaped pencilcase Rachel had given her on one finger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm? Oh, that's the ten-year pencilcase. It switches the places between you and your ten-year-later self for five minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, let's train!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel picked up her honeypot-shaped cannon, and fired it at a boulder. It smashed into smithereens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now you try breaking that rock."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel indicated a rock as big as the one she had smashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay! The cannon, please!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nope! This one's mine. You do it with Meeko. Use those knives you used yesterday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern withdrew a sickle-shaped knife, and boomeranged it at the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel raised a small pistol, and fired a shot at Meeko. Meeko began blazing all over with a yellow flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Meeko landed on the seal, the rock smashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;At home that night, Yiernoshi could barely stomach her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm really tired."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eat well. You're going to be training like this for another week or so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Yiernoshi and Alene were at it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam stood by, watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Six minutes have gone by."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene caught Yiernoshi's lollipop with both hands, intending to stop the blow. Yiernoshi kicked her in the stomach, sending her flying into the rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene grinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well then, it shalt be my turn next. Allow me to go at my fullest."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Hit harder, Victoria!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meiling had created tornadoes, and Victoria was supposed to hit her balls through the winds, and blow up the targets beyond. So far, she had managed to blow a target up only once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gritted her teeth. She was going to keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Marian gazed at her mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mirror, mirror, on the wall, am I not the fairest one of all?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course not."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine raised an eyebrow, watching as Marian grew furious with her mirror. After a few seconds, the fury would convert Marian into SuperMarian, for about five minutes. Then, they would fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Marian's newly-acquired cape stopped billowing, and she headed for Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine raised her gloves, and punched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marian dodged the range of attack by flying up into the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah! Missed me~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled, and punched towards the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Missed me again~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And again~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Punch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You keep missing 'cuz you're just not elegant enough, you know~"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shaddap!"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Carmen screamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OW! You're giving me a headache!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's the point! Try using your handbags while in pain!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Argh! This headache is too much! Stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen stopped, sighing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We still have quite a long way to go..."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"Urgh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stood panting. Fighting Alene when she was serious was a lot harder then she'd thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will the next blow end this?" Sam mused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene jumped, punching Yiernoshi on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"RAWR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi whacked Alene in the face with all her might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both fell to the ground, flames disappearing one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It seems like the moment you were punched, you controlled you dying will and decreased the amount of damage you received. And purely out of instinct too. You've passed the second stage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm at your mercy, Lord Yiernoshi. That was impressive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally, we move on to the third stage of training."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Two figures in black leather jackets stood on top of a building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this is the city."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If Chip wasn't lying, this is where the half Carbonara rings were taken to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taller figure nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Seet, can I ask you to check out where the Cloud ring wielder is?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other figure nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Since it's an emergency, I don't see why not. You owe me one, Hini."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet chirruped to the bird on her shoulder. It flew off into the night, returning shortly after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seet listened to the bird-talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hm, she's close. 205 meters south, then 801 meters west, and heading this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hini nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go get the ring wielder. Anyone who interrupts will be eliminated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Roger."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2415583081448221761?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2415583081448221761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2415583081448221761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2415583081448221761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2415583081448221761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-9.html' title='Tuti Mafia 9'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2746034059041465474</id><published>2009-04-12T20:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T21:25:41.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 8</title><content type='html'>Sam and Yiernoshi paused at the foot of a high cliff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay. First step of training: I want you to climb that in two days."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi gaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of insane training is that?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not insane. Right now, your stamina is very low. Climbing the cliff will help you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But I can't do it! It's impossible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then take this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised her gun, and shot Yiernoshi in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately, Yiernoshi sprang up, huge flame blazing on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"REBORN! Climb the cliff with my dying will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour and several bullets later, Yiernoshi finally made it to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was insane! The flame only lasts for five minutes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, we begin the second step of training. You will learn how to make the flame last longer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alene stepped out of the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will help thee, Lord Yiernoshi."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Mun and Claire were on the school rooftop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire had her tonfa out, and Mun was holding a rather long word plucked from the pages of The Right Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On top of the school roof, how memorable. I like it here, you know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'll let you stay here forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She broke into a headlong run, tonfas at the ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After I make you grovel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun grinned, blocking the blow with a definite noun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For your age, you're pretty good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you talking about? I'm going easy on you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun plucked out a very long word, ready to defend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right here, right now, I'll book you to death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised her tonfa, only to find that it had been wrapped up in Mun's words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're pretty good. However, I don't want you to only be satisfied at this level. I'll have you become stronger, Claire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Christine sighed, and looked out at the forest. This was where she was going to be training alone for the next 10 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you're not going to train by yourself, are you? You'll never get stronger that way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl emerged from the undergrowth, holding a mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Marian. I'll train you to become better. What do you say?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine sniffed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Alright."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Victoria sighed. She wanted to train to get stronger, to beat up that annoying girl with the softball bat. Unfortunately, nobody she knew could actually train her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you Victoria?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up. Standing next to her was a lanky girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name's Mei Ling. Mun asked me to train you, y'know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can see you desperately want training. Very well, tomorrow I will meet you behind your school, where there is a huge patch of flat land. I will be there at 8 in the morning sharp. Don't be late, and don't forget your golf club."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;The ring twinkled in Jeanine's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looked up at the person beside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So that's the story behind this ring?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then...I think I'll accept this training."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Awesome! We'll start tomorrow, in the forest near the cliffs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine nodded absentmindedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next to her, Carmen grinned. This was going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Italy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oi, Chip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, boss? Are ya going to reward me for getting the rings? I'll happily accept any reward!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure sprawled on the ornate chair growled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chip, you idiot! These rings are FAKE!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEEEEEY! Those kids tricked me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The figure rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go. We're going to get the real rings back."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry! I changed Claire's power! I just found that tonfas were easier to write about, so sorry to all of you who were looking forward to the tie-sword thing. I may work that in though. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2746034059041465474?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2746034059041465474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2746034059041465474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2746034059041465474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2746034059041465474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-8.html' title='Tuti Mafia 8'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2708423753524086509</id><published>2009-04-12T10:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:05:13.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 7</title><content type='html'>The next day, Yiernoshi headed to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, Fourteenth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning, Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi heard the voices of Christine, Se Ern, and Victoria. Strange, she thought. They're surprisingly early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiernoshi, do you know what this is about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern held out a ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This was in my mailbox."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria and Christine also held out rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We got them too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eek! Those rings! Aren't they..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, Yiernoshi, you knew about this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi frantically waved her arms around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you have those, you'll be targeted! Why do you even have them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because they were chosen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new voice sounded. Yiernoshi spun around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There stood Mun and Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a total of 7 Carbonara rings. The six other than yours were delivered to the six who are worthy of protecting the next boss, Yiernoshi Lai."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meanwhile, back in Italy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a dark room sat six shadowy figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's checkmate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, who knew that they were going to be distributing those half Carbonara rings? It makes our job so much easier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, and now that we have them, all we have to do is to wait for Chip to get back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The one fit to be the Fourteenth is you, boss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'boss' in question looked up, piercing eyes gazing at the other five around the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"What?! You mean that the rings were distributed to other people?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded sagely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, it's a tradition of the Carbonara. The Carbonara rings belong to the 7 core members of the Carbonara family and are passed on as proof of being in the Carbonara family. In every generation, the 7 core members will have to take on the rings. That's the rule."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine's eyes shone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow! Fourteenth, I feel so honoured!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rings are different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked up at Sam's statement, and proceeded to examine their own rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're right!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine's is the Ring of Storm, Se Ern's the Ring of Sun, and Victoria's the Ring of Cloud."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Storm...sun...cloud...is this some kind of weather forecast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The members of the first generation were very unique. Their characteristics are carved onto the ring as well. It was said that the first boss was like the sky, which colours and engulfs everything. Thus, his ring was called the Ring of Sky. His followers, who became his Guardians,, were portrayed with different types of weather that colour the sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thus, we have the 6 different rings. The shower that washes everything away, the Ring of Rain. The wind that fiercely whirls about, the Ring of Storm. The floating cloud that won't be caught by anyone, and goes its own way, the Ring of Cloud. The sun that illuminates the sky, the Ring of Sun. The illusion that cannot be captured, the Ring of Mist. And the lightning that holds a harsh strike, the Ring of Thunder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! Stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi started flailing her arms around desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Either way, I don't need this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started tugging at the ring held by a chain around her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria held out her ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I play golf, so I don't need a ring."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encouraged, Yiernoshi continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right! And if you have that, the weird girl from yesterday will target you again! She's gonna come in 10 days!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"10...days?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stared at the change in Victoria's expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine was the first to react.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to train! In 10 days, I'll become stronger to beat her!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria closed her palm around the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is mine, right? I guess I'll take it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern was the last one left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool! I want to train too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se Ern, I've arranged a tutor to train you. She'll be here any moment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, footsteps sounded in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry I'm late!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi spun around. Standing in the doorway was a girl in a blouse and jeans. Yiernoshi vaguely remembered her as one of Mun's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Rachel! In 10 days, I'll train you up to be a great fighter!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Right now, we are short on time, so for everyone with a ring, I've arranged a personal home tutor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right! Well, Se Ern, are you ready to start training?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, then let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The duo charged out of the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun stuck her hands into her pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'm going to train one too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Who are you tutoring? Christine?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nah. This one is even creepier."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Besides, Christine will find her own tutor, as will the others."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;"What? Claire has a ring too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeep! She'll kill her tutor!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about that. Mun will survive. Besides, you should really worry about yourself first. We've got a lot of training to do."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Italy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chip will return soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, and then it will be complete."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shadowy room, a half Carbonara ring sparkled on each of the figures' fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Carbonara ring will become whole at last."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2708423753524086509?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2708423753524086509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2708423753524086509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2708423753524086509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2708423753524086509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-7.html' title='Tuti Mafia 7'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-1874220078667325090</id><published>2009-04-10T17:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T17:43:57.758+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omake 3</title><content type='html'>Some random references! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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I am the current boss of the Portobello Family, which has allied itself with the Carbonara for quite a while now. It is a pleasure to meet you at last, Yiernoshi Lai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did I get here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see, Sam gave us a phone call to tell us to bring six stretchers and medical staff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know Sam?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not? After all, Sam was my ex-tutor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam kicked Mun in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't digress, stupid ex-student."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OW! Sam, that hurt!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sighed. At least Sam wasn't that violent to her...yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...anyways, we found the five of you covered in various injuries, and all out cold, so we lugged you to hospital."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wh...what about Claire?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, the prefect? We found her tied up and unconscious on the first floor. She's in a seperate ward, after nearly murdering some innocent citizens for disturbing her sleep."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi shivered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire...was very scary.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;A week after, they were all discharged from the hospital. To celebrate, they decided to go to the mall for a pizza, and maybe a movie. Just the five of them (Claire refused to group up like herbivores).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were walking down the street, they heard an explosion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A building on the opposite side of the road had gone up in flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no time to react, for at that very moment, a girl was thrown out of the building, and landed on Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, you! You injured the Fourteenth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine...no need to get so worked up..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who had landed on Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm very sorry! I didn't mean to land on...wait, are you Yiernoshi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's you, Lord Yiernoshi! My name is Alene, from the Portobello family! I've been trying to find you for quite a while now! I needed to give you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Yiernoshi could actually find out what it was that she was supposed to get, a voice emerged from the chaos and the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOOI! Hurry up and hand them over, trash!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all turned to see yet another young girl emerging from the smoke. She held a softball bat, and was tapping it against her leg, menacing grin on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come on, little piece of trash, mingling with outsiders now? I'll kill you all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria pushed past Yiernoshi, and launched her ball at the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl raised an eyebrow. Tightening her grip on the bat, she swung it, and it contacted with the ball, creating a loud &lt;em&gt;crack&lt;/em&gt; sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball landed at Victoria's feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been cut into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl in question was smirking. Her bat had somehow morphed into a katana, which was probably why Victoria's ball was now in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HEEEEY! Is that all you've got? How pathetic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stepped forward, lollipop at the ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heeeeey! You're gonna fight me with that oversized piece of sugar? Go ahead and try!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi swung the lollipop at the ponytailed figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ahaha! Missed me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pathetic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi reached into her mini-sack of candies, and pulled out the toffee. She threw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? What's this?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other girl reached up, and caught the toffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm, interesting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stretched it, and threw it back. The web of toffee caught Yiernoshi, and pinned her to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fourteenth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiernoshi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl with the bat-sword laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She strode forward, and picked up a box that Alene had dropped in her fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I'll be taking this. Consider yourselves lucky that your lives were spared by the Chip!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nooooo! The Carbonara rings!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chip ignored Alene's scream, and disappeared into the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait...what rings?"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Back in the hospital, they all were crowded around Alene's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel stood up from where she was bent over Alene, and sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's severely injured, boss, but she won't die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks, Nyamie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't call me that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi cleared her throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So...what are the Carbonara rings?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mun looked at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't know?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well. Let me explain. The Carbonara rings are a very precious artefact. They were split into halves, and kept seperately, because the complete ring would give the owner immense power. Over the years, a lot of blood has been shed for them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi cringed. Thank goodness that creepy girl with the sword had taken them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next words Mun said, however, proceeded to freak Yiernoshi out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But guess what? I have them right here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"EHH? I thought they were stolen!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These are the real ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi paled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because the Carbonara ring is proof of the next boss of the Carbonara family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The ring is probably too early for you to have, but we have no choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That girl with the sword you fought just now. Her name is Chip, and she belongs to the Carbonara's ultimate independent assassination squad, the Cheddocheezaria."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Wait a minute! Won't they find out that the rings are fake?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course. When they do, they'll come here for the real ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?! But we'll all be killed!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The fakes we created were pretty good. They won't find out for about ten days. In these ten days, you will train vigorously to take them on."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi felt her heart sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-444804792324336151?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/444804792324336151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=444804792324336151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/444804792324336151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/444804792324336151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-6.html' title='Tuti Mafia 6'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-8473042457504368599</id><published>2009-04-08T21:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:10:27.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omake 2</title><content type='html'>And...another omake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's Maria's reference. His name is Rokudo Mukuro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SdyiK0kQnAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/srGUeD3Iprc/s1600-h/mukuro-flames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322307166438202370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SdyiK0kQnAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/srGUeD3Iprc/s320/mukuro-flames.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-8473042457504368599?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/8473042457504368599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=8473042457504368599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8473042457504368599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/8473042457504368599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/omake-2.html' title='Omake 2'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1AUEDxWBHDo/SdyiK0kQnAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/srGUeD3Iprc/s72-c/mukuro-flames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-2391593110125909660</id><published>2009-04-08T20:09:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:02:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 5</title><content type='html'>And...I decided (more like I was forced) to update another chapter of the mafia story! :)&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Maria took out a gun and shot at Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eeek!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, Yiernoshi had managed to dodge, and the bullet barely skimmed her head as it flew past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam! Help me! Shoot me with the special bullet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Useless brat..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulled out her handgun and fired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear me, it looks like we're out of bullets."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her shoulder, the chipmunk chattered excitedly, and its pouch started to glow with a soft light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is that chipmunk's pouch glowing?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Smike's pouch glows when my students are about to undergo great trials. After that trial, my student will emerge stronger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi had no idea how a chipmunk's glowing pouch would make her grow stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. No time to comtemplate that now, seeing as she was busy dodging bullets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yargh!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine had jumped forward, punching Maria on the shoulder. While this caused Maria to begin bleeding severely from the shoulder, it also cause Christine to get shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't...worry about...me...get...Maria..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi turned back to Maria, just in time to see her getting zapped by Jeanine's flying handbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that jolt of electricity, Maria collapsed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shakily, Yiernoshi breathed a sigh of relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam jumped off the windowsill she had been standing on, accidentally-on-purpose stepping on Yiernoshi's head along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good work. We managed to defeat Maria Silvertongue. And you, Yiernoshi, were just plain pathetic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi made a face, and bent down to pick the now-unconscious Christine up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kufufu, little Cabonara, it's not over yet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi spun around wildly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria's voice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But...Maria's been defeated," she murmured to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently, the voice had heard her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kufufu, you really think I was that pathetic?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's pay you back, shall we? Let's see...for beating up my illusionary body, that handbag lady over there...shall twist her ankle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the same instant, Jeanine yelped in pain, and stared at her ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiernoshi! Get out of earshot, now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi heard Sam's urgent call, and ran backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kufufu, still running, young Cabonara?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shape in the shadows moved, and Yiernoshi found herself looking at her real enemy at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria was slightly taller than Yiernoshi, and wore a mist-patterned shirt, a jacket and black slacks. She had glasses perched on her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You look about my age!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, but I am, young Cabonara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why? Why did you attack my schoolmates?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was to lure you out. Kufufu, when I perform the ritual over your dead body, I will be able to possess it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, with your body, I can take over the mafia world, and turn it into a beautiful sea of blood."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi cringed. Revenge? Just because her family experimented on her friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that a bit too much?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria grinned, sensing the unasked question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, I intend to destroy the Lasagna Family first. But I hate the entire mafia world. So, I will eliminate them all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, let's end this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria pushed up her glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kufufu~you shall suffocate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi felt a pressure on her lungs. She tried to draw breath, but failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried to scream, but all that came out was a raspy squeak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that same instant, Smike, Sam's chipmunk, sort of exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A harsh yellow light filled the room, and a shadowy object was flung from Smike's pouch. It landed next to Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dimly, Yiernoshi registered the package. Was that...a candy cane?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candy canes were hard, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the last of her strength, she threw the candy cane at Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oof!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria fell backwards, and lost concentration. Instantly, the choking hold on Yiernoshi's lungs disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked at the package again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Licorice, toffee, a lollipop, sherbets, chocolate bars...among other stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She squinted closer. There were labels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toffee was 'Super-Sticky'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By that time, Maria had gotten up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kufufu, let's try again, shall we?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before she could say anything else, the toffee glob Yiernoshi had thrown had landed on her mouth, effectively glueing it shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi picked up the lollipop. Suddenly, it grew into a huge staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also alight with orange flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unseen by Yiernoshi, the flame on her forehead had re-ignited too. This time, the flame didn't make her hyper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, it gave her an eerie calm, and hyper intuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She raised the lollipop-staff, and headed for Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The staff landed on Maria's face, and Yiernoshi refused to remove it, until her hyper intuition told her that Maria's dark aura had been purified by Yiernoshi's flame, and Maria was out cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She removed the lollipop, and the flame on her forehead faded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the large amount of energy spent fighting, Yiernoshi fainted.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;When Yiernoshi awoke, she saw Sam and her family in the same ward. Sam, obviously, was visiting. The others were hospitalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sam was a taller youth that Yiernoshi had never seen before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had curly hair, and carried a thick red book titled 'The Right Word'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The youth turned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aah, you're awake. Let me introduce myself. I am Mun, twenty-sixth boss of the Portobello family."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi absorbed this, stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portobello?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-2391593110125909660?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/2391593110125909660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=2391593110125909660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2391593110125909660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/2391593110125909660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-5.html' title='Tuti Mafia 5'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-5441789825088638529</id><published>2009-04-08T15:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:56:38.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 4</title><content type='html'>Yiernoshi and gang stopped at a huge, weed-infested yard in front of the school building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow...it looks pretty beat up. Do people actually study here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, this is just our secret hideout! And now that we're on home ground, you'll never win! MUAHAHAHA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi spun around, and saw who had spoken. And blinked in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing before her was a rather scruffy brown-haired girl wearing jeans and a black shirt with a toilet bowl on it. But it wasn't the clothes that surprised Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was her weapons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was clutching a toilet plunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her other hand she held a toilet brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yah! My name is Odourous Latrine! Remember it as the name of the one who beat you up! Scum like you will never be able to take on Master Maria!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern glanced at Yiernoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiern, if you don't mind, I'll beat her up. Just think, it'll be a really cool battle!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She charged forward, pulling her knife from Meeko's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hai-yah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern ran past Odourous Latrine, managing to slash her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeko leapt at the seal, and scratched the girl's leg. She shrieked, and used her toilet plunger to sucker Meeko off her leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh?! Wasn't she supposed to blow up?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam shook her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That only works on stationary targets, like trees. On living targets, your cat will just deal severe scratches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, Odourous Latrine had managed to pry Meeko off her leg, and had flung Meeko off her plunger, and into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Meeko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for Se Ern, at the very moment she turned her head to look at Meeko, Odourous Latrine had run up behind her, and proceeded to knock Se Ern out with her trusty toilet brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Odourous Latrine turned back around, grin on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Y'know, I'm the weakest one here, and if ya'll can't defeat me, you'll never catch Master Maria!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine scowled. Putting on her gloves, she punched towards Odourous Latrine. Due to the close proximity, the sonic waves were very strong, and knocked the scruffy girl out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine stared at the concussed girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tch. Egoistic brat."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;After repeated assurances from Sam that Se Ern would be perfectly fine with Meeko to watch over her, they continued their journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, Sam, who's this 'Master Maria' that weird girl kept talking about?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maria Chung."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The person who got exiled from the Lasagna Family? Wasn't she put into prison or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She broke out, it seems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Erm..who is this 'Maria' person?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Maria Chung, known to the mafia world as 'Maria Silvertongue', used to belong to the Lasagna Family. A few years ago, her friends were used by the Lasagna as human test subjects. Enraged, she turned on them and killed them all. She was exiled, and has been on the run ever since."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's right, little baby. Got all your facts, do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reddish blur jumped down from a tree, right in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was another girl. This one had deep purple hair tied in a ponytail to the side. She wore a red shirt, with a pair of purple shorts. The colour combination was gross, in Yienoshi's opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My name is Purple Cabbage! I see that you have managed to defeat my useless comrade, but I am stronger! Who here shall fall by my hands?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chorus of "All will fall!" sounded. Yiernoshi looked up. The voices were coming from the things flying up there. Then she rubbed her eyes again, and gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were...flying purple cabbages? With wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Cabbage grinned. "Like it? They are my pet golems, souls trapped inside purple cabbages! If you destroy them, the soul will just move to another body! You will never destroy them!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonk. Victoria's flaming golf ball soared towards Purple Cabbage, only to be blocked by one of the cabbage-thingys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria tried to whack the cabbage thingys with her golf club, but didn't get very far before Purple Cabbage used a grappling hook to swipe the golf club away, before the flying cabbages attacked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, Victoria wasn't too badly hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine tried too, but no matter how many cabbages she destroyed, more came up anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Jeanine sighed, and whipped out her handbags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Cabbage stared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Handbags? You're going to defeat me with handbags? How pathetic!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Purple Cabbage had been busy laughing her guts out, the handbags had floated off the ground, and zapped her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OW! You are going to PAY for that, woman!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiernoshi, finish her off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BANG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sprang up, flame blazing on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"REBORN! Defeat Purple Cabbage with my dying will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple Cabbage raised an eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi charged past the cabbages, ignoring the repeated assaults. She headed straight for Purple Cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five seconds later, Purple Cabbage was unconcious, having been thrown into a tree. Surprisingly, when Purple Cabbage fainted, the flying cabbages all wilted as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flame on Yiernoshi's head disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that that's done, let's go find Maria."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;After searching every floor, they finally reached the third floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shadowy figure sat on a threadbare sofa, hidden in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So you have come at last, Yiernoshi Lai, Cabonara Fourteenth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you? Show yourself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patience, young Cabonara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No games! Show your face!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But young Cabonara, I am right behind you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi turned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and found herself looking at a pair of cold, black eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shall we fight?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-5441789825088638529?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/5441789825088638529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=5441789825088638529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5441789825088638529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/5441789825088638529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-4.html' title='Tuti Mafia 4'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-1778557601206045609</id><published>2009-04-07T20:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T21:10:35.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Omake 1</title><content type='html'>Omake Time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some references we used for you people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 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Back to the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a Saturday. Sam had dragged Yiernoshi down to the park for some 'training'. Of course, being the loyal person she was, Christine insisted on following.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reaching the park, however, they didn't actually do anything-just sat on a park bench to wait for goodness-knows-who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sighed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam, why are we stoning here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're waiting for someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's what you said the past 169 times!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, you actually counted all of them? Amazing! As expected of the Fourteenth!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour after that, their wait was finally rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey! Look! It's the cute little kid!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi stiffened in shock. It couldn't be. That voice was...Se Ern's? How come she recognised Sam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, hi, Yiern and Christine! Both of you know Samsam too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked. Standing there was Se Ern, and behind her, running towards them, were Jeanine and Victoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what was this 'Samsam' business? Yiernoshi was willing to bet all her savings plus her position as the boss that if she ever tried calling Sam that, she'd get a kick in the head or the stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yiernoshi, these are potential candidates for members of your family. I've called them here to test them out," Sam told Yiernoshi in an undertone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Yiernoshi proceeded to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My friends?! In my mafia &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sat on the bench with Christine, watching as Sam gave Se Ern a weapon and a collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you put this collar on your cat, it will gain powers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Really? Meeko will become SuperMeeko? How cute!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern bent down, and slipped the collar onto Meeko. Immediately, Meeko's ears began blazing with a faint yellow flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, Meeko, that's so cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now, try using that knife on those targets over there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern's eyes widened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is becoming such a fun game! Let's go, Meeko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sighed. Of course, Se Ern would think that all this 'mafia' stuff was a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern had reached the first target. Holding the knife out, she slashed at it. Immediately, a sun-shaped seal appeared where the deep gash was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That's not all," Sam smirked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeko ran towards the seal, and scratched it viciously. The target blew up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam hopped down from her perch on the bench, where she had been sipping a latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good work, Se Ern. You are officially a member of Yiernoshi's family."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;As expected, Se Ern took the 'family' comment as part of the 'mafia game' that 'Samsam' had made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria, on the other hand, believed Sam. It was the weapons that convinced her that the mafia existed. After all, if a single golf ball can burst into purple flames and blow up its target, anything is possible...right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeanine, on the other hand, was something else again. When Sam whipped out a Hermes handbag, Jeanine nearly fainted in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aah! It's the latest model! If this is what the mafia have, I'll happily join anytime!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the Hermes handbag, Jeanine ended up with a Louis Vuitton bag, a Chanel bag, and a Prada bag, all of which could shoot lightning bolts, reducing the remaining targets to ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that day, Yiernoshi gained another three family members.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks later, some of the students in Yiernoshi's school began to be attacked. Each of them had their watches' hour hands set at a particular number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi found it suspicious. After all, the first victim had been the twelfth stongest in the entire school according to a huge list in the sports complex. Her watch had been set to 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next had been the eleventh strongest. Her watch was set to 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on. Yiernoshi was sure it was a countdown, but a countdown for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After victim number 6, the prefects decided something had to be done. So they sent Claire, the strongest fighter in school, to deal with the problem. Or rather, they were forced to. The day after Claire left to deal with the unknown enemy, a rumour was passed around that Claire's parting words were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care what those herbivores say. Those people humiliated my school. I will book them all to death."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Claire had not returned for about a week and a half now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi was worried, very worried. But what could she do? All she knew was that the attackers were from a neighbouring city, and were from a school there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sam's eyes, what Yiernoshi could do was to raid the school, beat up the enemy, and stop the attacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she found herself at the rusty gate of the crumbling old school, family in tow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stand back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine stepped forward and punched the gate. It shattered into a million little smithereens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go in."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Unknown to the five happy adventurers and one cat, they were being watched from the shadows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haha...they'll never be able to reach the Master. I'll deal with them first, the pathetic little kiddies."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yes, the third chapter ish finished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by: Kara (but Bella, Claire, Gladys and some others helped in the planning)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7475388734177506036-3901299298189905842?l=talented-twotee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/feeds/3901299298189905842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7475388734177506036&amp;postID=3901299298189905842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/3901299298189905842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7475388734177506036/posts/default/3901299298189905842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://talented-twotee.blogspot.com/2009/04/tuti-mafia-3.html' title='Tuti Mafia 3'/><author><name>one-tee landers</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7475388734177506036.post-4944325104251973944</id><published>2009-04-06T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:59:46.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuti Mafia 2</title><content type='html'>yes! a continuation of the mafia story...&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi sat in class, while not actually paying attention to what was being taught. (Sorry Yiern me knows you aren't liddat...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, she was pondering over what Sam had told her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-flashback-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was assigned by a great man to train you to become a astounding mafia boss."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ma...Mafia boss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yes. Of the Cabonara Family, one of Italy's greatest mafia families."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What on Tuti?! You're from Italy?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yup."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wait...isn't cabonara that spaghetti thing with the bacon?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This statement was rewarded with another kick.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anyway," said Sam, pretending the previous remark hadn't been made, "one of the most important things a mafia boss needs is his or her family."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yiernoshi blinked. Family?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I have family already! Mum...Dad...oof!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yiernoshi rubbed her cheek, which had just come into contact (at high velocity) with Sam's shoe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Serves you right. By family, I mean a close group of subordinates who will fight with you. Every mafia boss needs a family."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"What if I don't want to be a mafia boss?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You were chosen. You are going to be a mafia boss. No 'but's."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end flashback-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Yiernoshi was pondering over this 'family' business. Who could she possibly include in her family? Someone she had never seen before, chosen for his/her fighting ability?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she went to Italy when the thirteenth boss died, what about her parents? Her friends? She looked around the classroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Victoria. The rather quiet girl was in fact a golf champion. She'd held on to the title at the Women's Golf Tournament every year since she was eligible to join. She won every other golf championship she entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se Ern. She was very hyper, especially when talking about cats. She loved cats. A lot.  She even carried around a whisker in a wallet. (The whisker came from Meeko, her cat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Jeanine. She had wanted to be a tai-tai all her life, and had started training to be one. Branded pencilcase, branded hairtie, branded bag, branded everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all good friends. Was she really going to have to leave all of them behind to be a mafia boss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, their form teacher walked into class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Class, we have a new transfer student from Italy. Her name is Christine, and I hope all of you will do your best to welcome her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi looked at Christine. She noticed that Christine was glaring at her for some strange reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange, she thought.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;Christine glanced at the class, gaze seeking out one in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was, innocent little thing, just sitting there. Definitely not cut out to be the fourteenth boss of the Cabonara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;After school, Yiernoshi was walking around the corner, when she noticed Christine, leaning against the wall. Christine cracked open one eye, and glared at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Why are you glaring at me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Because with the kind of attitude I've seen you exhibit today, the Cabonara family will fail when you become its boss. Come to think of it, I might as well do them a favour and kill you now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That scared Yiernoshi. She ran, and ran, and ran, until...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no. Dead end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine loomed in front, blocking the only way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take this!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was now wearing a pair of gloves that looked suspiciously like boxing gloves. She punched the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi was thrown off her feet, and slammed against the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What...what was that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those were sonic waves. When the air is punched, the gloves send out sonic waves, blasting anything in its path. In Italy, she is very famous for this skill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked in surprise. That voice was very familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sam?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam raised a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go on, defeat her. If you don't, she'll kill you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam indicated her gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With the Rebirth Bullet. It allows you to perform a task as if you were about to die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi blinked again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam pulled the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bullet shot Yiernoshi through the forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She fell to the ground. A few seconds later, she sprung up again, a huge orange flame blazing on her forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"REBORN! Defeat Christine with my dying will!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi charged straight at Christine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What...the..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christine pulled back to punch again, but was hit by Yiernoshi first. Yiernoshi hit her again, and again, and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Christine gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I never knew you were so strong. You are indeed worthy to be the fourteenth boss of the Cabonara."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, the orange flame on Yiernoshi's head faded away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow...somehow, I did it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi was interrupted by a loud &lt;em&gt;thwack&lt;/em&gt; as Christine kowtowed to her, accidentally knocking her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boss! I will serve you faithfully, as your subordinate!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiernoshi was confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam jumped down from her perch on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's traditional that the loser serves under the winner. Congratulations, Yiernoshi, you've got yourself your first family member."&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;After that, Yiernoshi didn't mind having Christine around. She was actually quite nice, and played the violin extremely well. 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