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  1. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    It's Hemlock ;) Ima do another one that works the same way(2 answers making one word) My first displays the wealth and pomp of kings, Lords of the earth! Their luxury and ease. Another view of man, my second brings, Behold him there, the monarch of the seas!
  2. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Correct! When my first is a task to a young girl of spirit And my second confines her to finish the piece How hard is her fate! But how great is her merit If by taking my whole she effects her release!
  3. Demons and Hunters

    Storm immediately reeled back as the debris flew into his face, his left arm coming up instinctively to further protect his temporarily blinded eyes. He steadied his footing, forcing himself to wait to try to recover his sight, standing silently, listening. Seeing with his other senses. He felt them coming, the two knives aimed for either side of him. It was too late to dodge both.... So he picked one. He sidestepped, putting himself directly in front of one of the knives while putting himself out of range of the other. His right arm came up, a blade in his hand that did not seem to be his... One swift movement and he cut the knife out of the air, only now allowing himself to rub the dirt from his eyes, his fangs bared in an angry hiss. "Running away while attacking. Are you playing defense or offense?" He taunted, opening his injured eyes and growling as they stung him. He dropped Firion's blade into his boot. "Let's see how you play once you run out of weapons." "I think you've underestimated me, demon," Firion taunted with a playful smirk as adrenaline filled his veins. This was the kind of hunt he lived for. "Everything is a weapon to me." As he said this, he snapped a branch off of a tree next to him, throwing it like a dart at Storm. Infusing it with magic, its speed was increased tenfold, sending it cracking forwards like a bullet as it headed straight for Storm. His vision already being impaired, it took him a minute to rationalize(not the word I wanted) what he just thought he saw, losing his half a second chance at moving from the speeding bullet's path. It pierced him and he doubled over, blood immediately falling to the ground... and Storm immediately vanishing. "Try hitting what you can't see." His voice drifted on the wind. Firion whipped around, thinking that Storm was trying to approach him from behind. When he saw nothing but forest, he dropped into a low crouch and held his blade tightly close to him, trying to back against a tree to reduce the number of directions that Storm could attack him from. "What's the matter? I thought you were a demon, not a chicken!" Storm instantly appeared in front of Firion, holding a hand over his bleeding abdomen but wearing a smirk on his lips. "So that's your extent, then? You can move far. You can transform objects. You are faster than others but not faster than me. So you really are different from the other hunters who come wandering into my forest. It'd have been interesting to watch you. Shame you attacked me." He bared his fangs and moved like lightning. He ducked low and kicked the blade out of Firion's hand, kicking himself back into standing and knocking Firion back against the tree. His blood-covered hand grabbed Firion's weapon belt and ripped it from his waist. His left arm pinned Firion to the tree while the right drew back, claws long, sharp, and aimed. He bent, his fangs brushing Firion's throat as his clawed hand dived forward for Firion's heart....
  4. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Yessss You are suffering from fever and a cold. Your mother gives you 4 identical tablets- 2 for fever and 2 for cold. Now by no means can you identify which tablet serves which purpose. You have to take 1 tablet for fever and 1 tablet for cold to cure your condition. Taking too much of one will OD you. What will you do?
  5. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Yep A word I know, six letters it contains, remove one letter, and twelve remains. What am I?
  6. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Sorry, I didn't double check the riddle, I just stole it. Anywho, correct! What loses its head in the morning and gets it back at night?
  7. Demons and Hunters

    "And you think this is the best way to handle that, do you?" The silver haired demon spoke calmly and his face showed no readable emotion. "You five against me? You do realize there's no chance." "You're a cocky piece of shit, Storm! You'll go down one way or another tonight!" Thunder rumbled in the distance. Storm laughed, opening his arms wide to indicate himself. "I'm an alpha, Kaine! It's not cockiness, it's rationality!" His laughter left and his face took on a serious expression. "Turn around before you start something you'll regret. I'm sure you can find better ways to solve your little power problem than committing suicide." "It's time you learned a lesson asshole! Get him!" Kaine shouted, his face red with anger. Storm's eyes instantly glowed a bright crimson and he disappeared the instant Kaine's four demon 'army' collided into each other where Storm had been moments ago. Kaine had stayed still as he'd given his order and now his eyes were wide as a trickle of blood ran down his throat. Storm stood right behind him, his glowing eyes the very embodiment of demonic. "This is your fault, Kaine." He spoke before he disappeared again and one of the other demons screamed as long black claws shot out from his chest, his life-blood splattering everywhere. The other three demons immediately jumped to grab Storm but only succeeded in grabbing their dead companion's body before it reached the ground. "Get him you idiots!" Kaine seemed to have gotten over his shock and now drew the 2 knives he held at his waist. "What are those play things you have there?" Storm appeared, standing right in front of Kaine. "Ah, yes. It's those 'special blades' you're so fond of, aren't they?" "Why don't you stay still and fight instead of hiding and picking us off!" Storm shrugged. "If you insist." Storm immediately shot forward and slammed his elbow down onto Kaine's wrist, forcing him to release one of the blades he held. He jumped back and tossed the blade into the air, catching it again with a smile, his eyes still glowing ruefully. "I'll do you a service. You cherish these so much, I'll let you be killed by one. You better dodge." He winked and threw it straight at Kaine's face. Kaine easily snatched it out of the air. "Are you just playing games now St-" Storm couldn't be seen. "What was that Kaine?" The voice came below him. Kaine looked down and Storm crouched, spinning and throwing a kick straight up, catching Kaine under the chin and throwing him backwards but Kaine stubbornly held onto the knives. Storm stood, dusting himself. "You're not making me very impressed here, Kaine. You get one more chance. 1 life or all of them. How much do you wanna lose for your sorry pride?" Kaine smiled and the other demons had their hands on Storm. One had their arm around his throat while the other two grabbed his wrists, holding his arms down. Kaine tossed and caught one of his blades. "It's my turn to smile now, Storm. Let's show you why I treasure these blades." Storm's eyes flashed. "Don't make a mistake, Kaine." Confusion flashed in Kaine's eyes momentarily but he shook it off. "Suffer in the afterlife, Storm Recair!" The blades elongated, turning pitch black as grey fire covered them. He launched one, aiming straight for Storm's chest. In one fluid motion, Storm jerked his right arm forward, forcing the demon holding it to stumble after it. Storm grabbed the collar of the demon's shirt and hauled him to stand in front of him, facing Storm. Blood followed next as the bewitched blade landed in the back of the demon. He screamed as the enchanted fire engulfed him and Storm kicked him away from him and the other two demons. The stranger fell to the ground, writhing in pain and screaming for mercy but Storm knew there was none to be had. He knew these blades. He would not let ignorance be the reason he died. This fire knew no mercy and hardly knew command. Storm's gaze fell stonily on Kaine as the screams finally began to fade. He smiled widely, fangs showing. "One more try, Kaine. Don't make a mistake." Kaine's gaze shot from the dead comrade to the hostile one in front of him. He shared the same uncertain look the other two holding Storm held. Determination replaced the uncertainty as Kaine walked towards the other, the other blade blazing in his hand. He stopped right in front of Storm. "Grab his hair. I want his neck." The demon holding Storm's throat nodded and obeyed, grabbing Storm's hair and holding it tight. Kaine rose his blade. "You can't dodge this, asshole." Hate filled Kaine's eyes and he slashed the blade. In a split second, Storm, wincing, ducked down and pushed himself back, making the demon holding his hair lurch forward only to have the blade slash across his throat that now lay bare where Storm's had been. Horror filled Kaine halfway through but Storm didn't hesitate. He shoved the injured demon away from him as the grey fire began consuming him. He spun and grabbed the stunned demon still holding his other wrist, catching his collar and hauling him over his own body while ripping his wrist free from the slackened grip, throwing the demon on top of the hungry flames. He rose straight, ignoring all the screams. "That's it, Kaine! You were warned. Now I'll keep my promise." He disappeared once again, appearing right behind Kaine and jerking the arm that held his blade behind his back. He shoved the arm upwards quickly, not pausing after the loud snap resounded, and let the knife fall to the ground. Without the touch of Kaine, the fire immediately extinguished from the blade, making nothing more than a normal knife. Storm grabbed it and stabbed it deep into Kaine's throat. Kaine's face showed nothing but shock and horror, his lungs begging for air but only a gurgling sound being heard from him. Storm looked down at him, emotionless. "I'd turn this into a lesson but you have no more time to learn. 'Suffer in the afterlife', Kaine." The light of life faded from Kaine's eyes before his body fell to the dusty ground. Thunder rumbled closer, the sky beginning to darken with the promise of rain. The glowing crimson eyes slowly left Kaine's body to fall on a cluster of bushes. He instantly disappeared and a voice sounded behind Firion. It was extremely close and, along with the pointed touch of claws on Firion's back, it was as if he dared Firion to turn around. "Why don't you make a smarter move than poor Kaine here and remove your hands from your weapon belt, hunter."
  8. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Yep! Though Ero pointed out it does have locks (number lock, caps lock, etc) A very famous chemist was found murdered in his kitchen today. The police have narrowed it down to six suspects. They know it was a two man job. Suspect names: Felipe, Maxwell, Archibald, Nicholas, Jordan, and Xavier. A note was also found with the body: '26-3-58/28-27-57-16'. Who are the killers?
  9. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Correcto. I have keys but no locks. I have a space but no room. You can enter but can't go outside. What am I?
  10. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Yep yep. We traveled the sea far and wide. At one time, two of my sailors were standing on opposite sides of the ship. One was looking west and the other one east yet, at the same time, they could see each other clearly. How can that be possible?
  11. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Mmmmm getting closer but NOOOOOPE
  12. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    WHATEVERRRRRRR You will always find me in the past. I can be created in the present but the future can never taint me. What am I?
  13. AT LEAST LOOK, WOULD YA?! kthx~

    Two cars were involved in an accident in the center of town. The man who was driving a little green car had overtaken a big black car. The driver had misjudged the distance between him and the oncoming traffic and had to swerve back in, causing the black car to swerve and crash into a shop window. When the occupants of the cars were examined, everyone in the green car was okay, but in the black car was one man dead. The driver of the green car was not charged with manslaughter. Why?
  14. What's up?

    Hah. My like button works again.