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I was to going to report this load of crap story, but just reading the first chapter made me retch and curl up into a fetal position.

Title: Tempest's Story (Well, you got the 'pest' part right...)
Author Miscreant: Night of the Raven (Canon, Nevermore!)
Rating:
Spilled Piscus Juice

Character's Name: Tempest
Species: Human Grrl
Hair Color: "unkempt black hair"
Eye Color: "One was blue and the other green" (Umm, no. You are not Yuna)
Special Possesions: A dragon sweatshirt whose hood she likes to put on and off. On and off...
Annoying Origin: She's a thief Folken found on the streets when she was younger. Why didn't you live her there Folken, why?!
Annoying Connections To Canon Characters: Dilandau is her best friend and acts mushy around her, because she's his 'equal'
Annoying Special Abilities: Has the ability to keep all the Slayers in check, including Dilandau.
Other Annoying Traits: Tends to curse a lot to seem hardened, but just comes off as annoying.

There's actually more then one Sue is this story; there is Tempest's friends that she met while she was on Earth (don't ask). There is Aya, Ellen, Missy, and WhoreAndrea. Seriously, she's a worse Sue then Tempest.

Favorite parts from story:


Folken squatted down so he was eye level with her. He gently took down her hood so he could see her face. He was a bit taken aback by the beauty of this young child. She had unkempt black hair and a pale complexion, but the most beautiful thing about her was her eyes. One was blue and the other green.

“What’s your name?”

“I remember being called Tempest a long time ago.” she answered.

“Where are your parents?”

Tempest shrugged.

“I’ve been by myself for so long that I don’t know where they are.”

“Would you like to come with me? I could give you a home and other kids to play with.”

Tempest nodded.

All the sudden, she was grabbed from behind. The grubby guy had found her.

“Put her down.” Folken stated calmly.

The man immediately recognized him and obeyed.

“But Sir this thief has stolen from me.”

Tempest looked down ashamed as Folken looked at her with his cold eyes.

“Well then, I will take care of her. She will be given a private execution.” said Folken.

Jeez, I don't like the Sue, but don't you think that's a little harsh for stealing bread Folken?!


“I have just picked her up off the street.”

“Wait! Her?! As in girl?”

“Last time I checked her meant girl dumb ass.” Tempest mumbled.

Folken looked at the girl in amazement. She looked like ten are so and her guts and words fascinated him.

“What was that Street Rat?” Dilandau asked in a voice that scared most men.

“I said last time I checked her meant girl dumb ass.” she said louder. “Also, I’d appreciate it if you backed up off of my past.”

Dilandau stomped over to her and slapped her.

“Learn your place Girl.”

Tempest socked him in the jaw.

Soon, it broke out into an all out fight between the two. Folken ended up having to grab a hold of each of them and literally pull them apart.

“Alright, infirmary you two.”

Folken dragged them down to the infirmary. The nurse attended to the two of them. She had Tempest remove her cloak.

After a little hesitating, Tempest did as she asked. The nurse cooed over Tempest’s different colored eyes. Tempest blushed over the praise she was getting, while Dilandau steamed over the inattention he was getting.

“Looks like you and Dilandau both are going to have a shiner.”

The nurse clucked at the bruises the two had given each other.

“Well congrats Little One. You’re the first one to actually land a hit on Dilandau.”

What?! I doth protest!! Even if Celena is his other side (which apparently doesn't happen in this story), he would slap that girl so silly SHE would have another personality


“What’s wrong Tempest?”

“I had a nightmare. Could I sleep with you?”

“Yeah.”

He held the covers up so she could crawl in beside him. She always came to his room when she had a nightmare. Being such close friends, she usually told him what she dreamt of the next morning. She cuddled up to him and soon fell asleep. He put a protective arm around her and fell asleep as well.

And throttled her in her sleep, thus preventing her from having any more nightmares!! Now that's the 'caring' Dilandau I know. ^_^;;


“The sorcerers want to see you.”

Dilandau nodded and followed.

Tempest debated whether to go with him or not. That was the only thing Dilandau feared. The sorcerers. They petrified him.

Dilandau must have saw her hesitation because he came over to her and gave her a hug.

“I’ll be alright.” he said in her ear.

She nodded.

“Be careful and get out of there if you must. Come to me if you need to hide. I’ll hide you.” she whispered.

I think I speak for everyone when I say I'm going to be seriously ill. >_<;;


Aya shrieked as a particular slayer pinch her bottom. Tempest was over there in a flash grabbing the slayers wrist and spraining it.

“Keep your hands to yourself or lose them.” she hissed.

My friend jadedtemper had the best reponse to this, "Shes magic! She can sprain their wrists with her badass skills!"


“I’d really hate to do this but we have to go help build a new establishment in the forests of Fanelia. You girls can help as well.”

“When do we have to do this?”

“In a week.”

“Alright then.”

*blinks* Am I missing something here? Are they helping to rebuild Fanelia? *twitch*

Dilandau doubled over. The memories…they were bursting. The next thing he noticed was the tears flowing down his face. Too many years without emotion had done this to him.

He sniffled and sulked out of the bush. The girls screamed all except Andrea and Tempest.

“Dilandau?” asked Tempest. “Is everything alright?”

He sniffled and looked at her his eyes all watery.

“No.”

Tempest hauled herself out of the pond, still in her under things, Wordlessly, she held her arms out to him. He walked into them and cried. She held his head as he buried it in her toned stomach. She could feel his tears on her skin and she hushed him.

“I missed you so much. Why did you leave me? I thought you liked being around us?” he cried.

“I had no choice. I’m sorry Dilandau. I really am.”

“All these emotions they hurt. So long I’ve been emotionless. So long I’ve not cried. I feel so lost.”


That's it, this author owes me money to repay for the dinner I just regurgitated when reading this story, that scene especially. Seriously.