Reentering the Past, 14 - Leaving the Shadows by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
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Reentering the Past, 14 - Leaving the Shadows
Oliver sat beside Laurel as he squeezed Laurel's hand. For a few moments, the fact he only purchased only 25 percent of the company stock slipped from his mind. Apparent getting 10 percent shares each meant Wayne Enterprises and Palmer Technology would be added to the board. Still, Lance's injuries barely settle him. During the break in, he rushed to the break in only to discover an empty vault and bleeding lance. His eyes tensed as he searched for a small flash of blonde hair. The Heir to the Demon whispered. "She is in the hallway by the coffee machine. We cannot stay long." Nyssa. Great.
"Thank you." He nodded as his friend's girlfriend m
Reentering the Past, 15 - Taking Flight by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
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Reentering the Past, 15 - Taking Flight
Water lapping against Sara's shoulders roused her from her sleep. No! How could this room flood? Her eyes peeled open and surveyed the endless glaring waterscape. She shrived as fear united with the damp cold. This robe, the bra and underwear. She wore these when the Gambit sank. Okay. Wake up. No tender Arabic shattered this haunting illusion. Wait, Nyssa was meeting Oliver. Turning her head, a yellow canary stood on a floating board beside her. The black oasis claimed her. Good. Malcolm is captured and Slade will join him soon. She was in Starling, not flowing at sea.
The same water revived the assassin... or was it the ringing horn. As sh
Reentering the Past, 13 - Reconnections by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
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Reentering the Past, 13 - Reconnections
Lance dropped his keys on the table before a faint shift of the shadows entered his eyes. Raising for his gun, he stiffen his stance. His eyes combed the room. "Hey, Dad." He lowered his gun as lights flickered. Sara appeared in the lamp light, sitting on the couch. A black haired woman stood beside him.
He leapt back, his hands grasping his gun. Still just the way a smile flashed on her face hinted a gun would not be enough. "A friend of your's?" He hoped, shivered at the amused expression.
"Yes." His daughter smiled; almost child-like laugh escaped her. The Detective looked at Sara. There was more to it. He turned around to the woman, onl
Reentering the Past, 12 - Blood for Blood by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
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Reentering the Past, 12 - Blood for Blood
Rochev's chair stood vacant during the meeting she made sure Oliver would make. He could not complain about her absence but she had not even called. The meeting dragged on until the last remarks would said and the board members left. "Felicity, check to see if Miss Rochev checked in today." He instructed before heading into his office.
Sitting down his phone vibrated, this better not be his mother. His eyes settled on League's number. He almost wanted it to the liar's. "Hello."
"Hey, Ollie." Sara's voice filled the other end. He straightened up. "We met Miss Rochev last night. We has reason to believe she was working with Slade."
Oliver pa
Reentering the Past, 11 - Dishonor by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
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Reentering the Past, 11 - Dishonor
The air soften as Nyssa left the room. Her girlfriend could not do that a few years ago, even with the unfounded concern annoyingly leaking into her actions. Actually it was rather cute seeing her break her own rules. Oliver stood behind Sara. She hadn't been this close to him since the cemetery…
"She doesn't strike me as the tender type." He stated.
"Hey. No one would guess you leapt from roof top to roof top dressed in green." She laughed. That say, she knew Nyssa's mask… and coldness in combat. Even early on when sparring, she caused the bulk of bruises. Training not to telegram, she called it. Torture as she called it but sh
Reenetering the Past, 10 - Honor by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
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Reenetering the Past, 10 - Honor
Nyssa studied the disposable cell phone, attempting to structure her thoughts. The Heir to the Demon get struck with informing her father that the league's best tracer had yet to report, Abd al Hatim escaped them, involved in recent break in and Mr. Queen was indeed the Arrow. Abd al Hatim/Slade prompted the un-answerable question. Sara worked silently as she helped a hobbling Haytam and sore Al Owal and set up the last of their new base – an old pesticide factory. Apparently their brief encounter still wounded them. "Ask it." Sara's voice broke her trance. Her lover sat beside her. "I know that look."
Nyssa nodded. "You know the quest
Reentering the Past - 9, Salutations and Surpises by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reentering the Past - 9, Salutations and Surpises
Felicity studied the sharpened mesh of wires and metal. "Luckly, I should be able to retrieve the called numbers and hopefully we can trace that." The Hacker stated but paused to collect her thoughts. "Are you sure about this? The League of Assassins don't sound… welcoming." She pulled out a blue chip from the metallic mess of wires. Roy's pounding of the training dummy echoed in the background. He was going to break another one of them at this rate.
The Arrow nodded. "I wouldn't engage them. I just need learn more about them."
"Did you know exactly who we are dealing with?" Diggle asked, as he leaned back in a chair taking his attent
Reentering the Past - Chapter 8, Chasing Shadows by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
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Reentering the Past - Chapter 8, Chasing Shadows
Oliver threw his bow and quiver onto the central table. Felicity's jumping at the resulting smack escaped his blocked senses as he collapsed in her chair. The billionaire vigilante shut his eyes as the two Merlyns flashed in his minds. He killed Malcolm. It could not be him. Neither of the figures were archers either. Could he have followers? He had charisma but his beliefs... he get his two-faced mom to follow him. Great. Now, he needed to get rid of them as well as the unknown of the Mirakuru. He laid his head against the soft headrest.
"You are okay?" The Hacker asked, joining the overwhelming stream of input flooding his mind.
Thea and
Reentering the Past - 7, Hospitality by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
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Reentering the Past - 7, Hospitality
Sara's lungs burned; the invisible accompanying dagger stabbed her side with each breath. Despite her overheated body, she shivered. Sharply spinning of her left leg, the good one, in an alley, she collapsed. Her stomach growled in its now routine twisting torment as burning in her lungs coupled with the electricity shooting up her left leg. The saddest part of the sudden police crackdown at Lucky Beggar's Corner was that she had not taken one bit of the Jiaozis she stole. Sara shut her eyes as the need to catch her breath dominated her fatigued body. The stabbing sensation faded to the background only to be replaced by her legs' protests ove
Reentering the Past - 6, Settling by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
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Reentering the Past - 6, Settling
"One more time, Ah ah ah ah aaah, Ah ah ah ah, One more time, Ah ah ah ah aaah, Ah ah ah ah..." echoed in Sara's ears as the assassin entered the conscious world. That was "Daft Punk" covered by Penatrix; she last remembered Pink's "Bad Influence" before the darkness took her. So she slept for two hours.
The Heir to the Demon had lectured her on the dangers of sleeping on flights. Still, she would not able to remind Sara of the danger tonight. Rattling shook her bones and the whole plane joined in the dance. If this was a boat that would be snakes scaling up her back, however with planes, she trusted the pilot.
Nyssa's "resting" body strugg
Reentering the Past, 14 - Leaving the Shadows by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reentering the Past, 14 - Leaving the Shadows
Oliver sat beside Laurel as he squeezed Laurel's hand. For a few moments, the fact he only purchased only 25 percent of the company stock slipped from his mind. Apparent getting 10 percent shares each meant Wayne Enterprises and Palmer Technology would be added to the board. Still, Lance's injuries barely settle him. During the break in, he rushed to the break in only to discover an empty vault and bleeding lance. His eyes tensed as he searched for a small flash of blonde hair. The Heir to the Demon whispered. "She is in the hallway by the coffee machine. We cannot stay long." Nyssa. Great.
"Thank you." He nodded as his friend's girlfriend m
Reentering the Past, 15 - Taking Flight by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reentering the Past, 15 - Taking Flight
Water lapping against Sara's shoulders roused her from her sleep. No! How could this room flood? Her eyes peeled open and surveyed the endless glaring waterscape. She shrived as fear united with the damp cold. This robe, the bra and underwear. She wore these when the Gambit sank. Okay. Wake up. No tender Arabic shattered this haunting illusion. Wait, Nyssa was meeting Oliver. Turning her head, a yellow canary stood on a floating board beside her. The black oasis claimed her. Good. Malcolm is captured and Slade will join him soon. She was in Starling, not flowing at sea.
The same water revived the assassin... or was it the ringing horn. As sh
Reentering the Past, 13 - Reconnections by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reentering the Past, 13 - Reconnections
Lance dropped his keys on the table before a faint shift of the shadows entered his eyes. Raising for his gun, he stiffen his stance. His eyes combed the room. "Hey, Dad." He lowered his gun as lights flickered. Sara appeared in the lamp light, sitting on the couch. A black haired woman stood beside him.
He leapt back, his hands grasping his gun. Still just the way a smile flashed on her face hinted a gun would not be enough. "A friend of your's?" He hoped, shivered at the amused expression.
"Yes." His daughter smiled; almost child-like laugh escaped her. The Detective looked at Sara. There was more to it. He turned around to the woman, onl
Reentering the Past, 12 - Blood for Blood by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reentering the Past, 12 - Blood for Blood
Rochev's chair stood vacant during the meeting she made sure Oliver would make. He could not complain about her absence but she had not even called. The meeting dragged on until the last remarks would said and the board members left. "Felicity, check to see if Miss Rochev checked in today." He instructed before heading into his office.
Sitting down his phone vibrated, this better not be his mother. His eyes settled on League's number. He almost wanted it to the liar's. "Hello."
"Hey, Ollie." Sara's voice filled the other end. He straightened up. "We met Miss Rochev last night. We has reason to believe she was working with Slade."
Oliver pa
Reentering the Past, 11 - Dishonor by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reentering the Past, 11 - Dishonor
The air soften as Nyssa left the room. Her girlfriend could not do that a few years ago, even with the unfounded concern annoyingly leaking into her actions. Actually it was rather cute seeing her break her own rules. Oliver stood behind Sara. She hadn't been this close to him since the cemetery…
"She doesn't strike me as the tender type." He stated.
"Hey. No one would guess you leapt from roof top to roof top dressed in green." She laughed. That say, she knew Nyssa's mask… and coldness in combat. Even early on when sparring, she caused the bulk of bruises. Training not to telegram, she called it. Torture as she called it but sh
Reenetering the Past, 10 - Honor by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reenetering the Past, 10 - Honor
Nyssa studied the disposable cell phone, attempting to structure her thoughts. The Heir to the Demon get struck with informing her father that the league's best tracer had yet to report, Abd al Hatim escaped them, involved in recent break in and Mr. Queen was indeed the Arrow. Abd al Hatim/Slade prompted the un-answerable question. Sara worked silently as she helped a hobbling Haytam and sore Al Owal and set up the last of their new base – an old pesticide factory. Apparently their brief encounter still wounded them. "Ask it." Sara's voice broke her trance. Her lover sat beside her. "I know that look."
Nyssa nodded. "You know the quest
Reentering the Past - 9, Salutations and Surpises by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reentering the Past - 9, Salutations and Surpises
Felicity studied the sharpened mesh of wires and metal. "Luckly, I should be able to retrieve the called numbers and hopefully we can trace that." The Hacker stated but paused to collect her thoughts. "Are you sure about this? The League of Assassins don't sound… welcoming." She pulled out a blue chip from the metallic mess of wires. Roy's pounding of the training dummy echoed in the background. He was going to break another one of them at this rate.
The Arrow nodded. "I wouldn't engage them. I just need learn more about them."
"Did you know exactly who we are dealing with?" Diggle asked, as he leaned back in a chair taking his attent
Reentering the Past - Chapter 8, Chasing Shadows by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reentering the Past - Chapter 8, Chasing Shadows
Oliver threw his bow and quiver onto the central table. Felicity's jumping at the resulting smack escaped his blocked senses as he collapsed in her chair. The billionaire vigilante shut his eyes as the two Merlyns flashed in his minds. He killed Malcolm. It could not be him. Neither of the figures were archers either. Could he have followers? He had charisma but his beliefs... he get his two-faced mom to follow him. Great. Now, he needed to get rid of them as well as the unknown of the Mirakuru. He laid his head against the soft headrest.
"You are okay?" The Hacker asked, joining the overwhelming stream of input flooding his mind.
Thea and
Reentering the Past - 7, Hospitality by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reentering the Past - 7, Hospitality
Sara's lungs burned; the invisible accompanying dagger stabbed her side with each breath. Despite her overheated body, she shivered. Sharply spinning of her left leg, the good one, in an alley, she collapsed. Her stomach growled in its now routine twisting torment as burning in her lungs coupled with the electricity shooting up her left leg. The saddest part of the sudden police crackdown at Lucky Beggar's Corner was that she had not taken one bit of the Jiaozis she stole. Sara shut her eyes as the need to catch her breath dominated her fatigued body. The stabbing sensation faded to the background only to be replaced by her legs' protests ove
Reentering the Past - 6, Settling by Haya-Masa-Chan, literature
Literature
Reentering the Past - 6, Settling
"One more time, Ah ah ah ah aaah, Ah ah ah ah, One more time, Ah ah ah ah aaah, Ah ah ah ah..." echoed in Sara's ears as the assassin entered the conscious world. That was "Daft Punk" covered by Penatrix; she last remembered Pink's "Bad Influence" before the darkness took her. So she slept for two hours.
The Heir to the Demon had lectured her on the dangers of sleeping on flights. Still, she would not able to remind Sara of the danger tonight. Rattling shook her bones and the whole plane joined in the dance. If this was a boat that would be snakes scaling up her back, however with planes, she trusted the pilot.
Nyssa's "resting" body strugg
A text from mom,
“Mimi is in the ER, very lethargy.”
I reply, asking why.
“Possible urinary tract inflection.”
“Another?”
The matter passes from my mind,
It was taken care of once;
The matter will be taken care of
AGAIN.
The teasing march of the curse,
Alzheimer’s,
will confound, prolong, and could stomp on the procedure.
Still, the urinary tract inflection will
disappear.
However, so will Mimi.
An update,
grave news,
in the driveway.
“What? Operation? Critical Condition?”
Good news;
If the antibiotics and surgery work,
she will recover.
Possibly better;
She could die with more in
MEME stole from ~LadyRiiko (https://www.deviantart.com/ladyriiko)
Your Boy Side;
(X)You love hoodies.
(X) You love jeans
( ) Dogs are better than cats.
(X) It's hilarious when people get hurt.
(X) You've played with/against boys on a team.
( ) Shopping is torture.
( ) Sad movies suck.
( ) You own an X-Box.
(X) Played with Hotwheel cars as a kid.
( ) At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.
( ) You own a DS, PS2 or Sega.
(X) You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.
( ) You watch sports on TV.
( )Gory movies are cool.
( ) You go to your dad for advice.
(x) You own like a trillion baseball caps.
( ) You like going to football games.
( ) You use
I SAVED A KITTEN'S LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!
I was bring in lardry from the clothing line, and I heard a small meow,I furiged it was one of the spray barn cats. So I say "here kitty"
There was replie, after doing that for a few more time, I loctianed the source in the junk pit-a small cottecion of old tires and ect
I noticed a perfectly heathly black and white kitten. It ran off. A waited for a minute, then noticed a flash of a ear.
I walked toward it. Lifting a board I noticed a LIVING small gray kitten with yellow grain-like (I later learned they hay seeds) thing in its fur. It's eyes were closed. Three flies were aroulld it.
I picked it up, an
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