Lost In The MistI close my eyes....only for a moment, then we're lost again...On-ly time...can save us from this circle, will it ever end?Lost...in the Mist.All we are is Lost in the Mist...Same old tale...traveler out to save the world, but still so young.And I see, that we'll be heroes, long from now, our story sung.But Lost in the Mist.All we are is lost in the Mist...[Now] Give...me...a sign...that this can't last forever, we'll be found quite soon?But it slips...a-way....my hope forever lost under the midnight moon...Lost in the Mist. All we are is lost in the Mist...Lost in the Mist...Stuck with Vahn and Noa in the Mist... >>;
Story Scripted VahnScene: Story Scripted VahnCharacters: Vahn (lvl. 99), LD(Author), Chrissy(Author)Place: Muscle Dome, Sol of Karisto KingdomTime: Post-Mist EraINT.(Enter Vahn into the arena of the Muscle Dome Colluseum.)Announcer Type Guy: And here we have with us tonight, the hero of Legaia! VAHN!VAHNWaves to crowd gingerly, wishing he could be elsewhere)Announcer: And his two opponents tonight are:Chrissy Sue, the mad eyed authoress!And LD, the really strange guy in the black jacket...?O_oWow...the opponents just get more random every night folks...Announcer: (explodes after a curious SNAP sound is heard from the general vicinity of LD)-The crowd hushes over as the new announcer takes his place. The silence is awed as Vahn faces off against Chrissy first.-Vahn: Okay, let's get this over with. Sorry if I hurt ya.-Takes off, aiming a high kick and a low kick, following up with the backflip kick-Somersault-Chrissy: -Blocks every shot- ^_^ This is phuuun! -Punches Vahn square in the nos
The Long NightFair, fair night. Grant me one soundless sleep.Lay my head upon the pillow tonight.Let my mind wander free, utter not one sound.As tonight, my self drifts round and round.Continuous thoughts keep me away from the side,where I so long to dream for one moment.Give me a single second's blessed peace.A borrowed slumber will be my lease.Damn the world as it cries aloud, let me rest.Past the quarter of the twentythird hour I toss.Turning endlessly as if locked in the wheel,that rolls endlessly into eternity, so it would feel.One o' clock rings and I still lie awake.My soul for a coma, let me lie deeply cold for once!Yet still this insomnia rattles me on.A droning appears in my head, like the mower on the lawn.Ever still the noise gets louder, pounding inside my skull.No, no I shout, make it stop, go away!The sound dies out finally, I clutch my face...The feeling still far from slumber's silent embrace.As the clock tower tolls four in the morning, I cry.Yet another night'