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Date Posted: 05:55:42 04/15/03 Tue
Author: Amanda Vegita-Williams Hashiba Curtindolph
Subject: Chapter Two: ‘Dalton Sucks. The Daltonian Three Lowers the Suck Factor’ (First Person, Amanda)

Chapter Two: ‘Dalton Sucks. The Daltonian Three Lowers the Suck Factor’ (First Person, Amanda)

I was running a song through my head while I ate. It was Wanna Be Where You Are, an M2M song.

“So, where to after we get done?” asked Tayliana.

“EB?” suggested J.T., citing the game store in the mall, Electronics Boutique.

“No. I know one of the guys who work there. Will’s okay, but I just don’t wanna see him today. How about Flashback? I wanna see if that dagger’s still there,” I said as I picked up a bit of beef with my chopsticks. I think I surprised J.T. a tiny bit with my mastery of them. I had definitely started to freak him out. He said I scared him once.

“That silver bladed one?” I nodded. “Amanda, I know you like it because it looks like the one your MSTing SI has, but I doubt it’ll turn into a golden sword.” Damn that J.T.

“Yeah, I know. But it is pretty, and a member of the Daltonian Three needs some kind of weapon to protect herself, right?”

“You just don’t to get punched again, do you?”

“Hell no, Tay! It’s dangerous to carry the Voyles name!”

“Is that why you plan to marry Daniel ASAP? So you can become Amanda C. Curtindolph, not Amanda C. Voyles?” asked J.T., a mischievous look in his eyes, framed by his glasses. I felt my cheeks heat up, since I knew he was referring to something my Internet boyfriend had said. I chose to focus on a safer topic.

“I’ll have you know I plan to remove that C. I refuse to continue using the horrible name my mother gave me. It’s my great-grandfather’s name, only feminine. He would have exploded in his grave if he knew about me and Daniel.” He was racist. I don’t like being descended from him. I stood, adjusting my purple wrap-around skirt back over my ankles, and dumped what was left of my food in the trash. “Can we go?”

“Fine with me,” answered Tayliana, gathering up our stuff. “J.T.?”

“Okay.” He trashed his and we walked out.

“So, how’re things with Star?”

“Good. I don’t have to ask about you and Daniel, do I?” I blushed again.

“No, but I do wanna know why he would want my parents’ blood in his mouth.” I get a raised eyebrow from J.T.. “If it’s in strategic places, you know it’ll eventually get there.”

“You are a nympho IRL.”

“It sounds like fun. Can’t wait till I’m legal.” An evil smile appeared on my face. “Tay...”

“No. We are not talking about Joe today.”

“Oh, please. First you deny it, then you turn into J.T. and Star. I really should charge you.”

“No, Joe has turned into J.T.. I haven’t turned into Star yet.”

“Notice, she said yet,” said both J.T and myself. We turned into Flashback and I walked up to the counter. I looked around and spotted the dagger. “It’s so beautiful. I wish I had the money for it.”

“Back again, Girlie?” I turned to face the voice.

“Hello.”

“I see you brought friends with you this time.” The man stood and walked over to us. “Would you like to hold it?”

“You’d let me? Seriously?” He smiled.

“Sure. You’ve been coming in here every Saturday for a month. It’s obvious you like it.”

“Please.” He took it down and handed it to me. As my hand closed around the hilt, I immediately felt a rush of energy go up my right arm. Most people don’t understand the feeling of power you get when you hold a blade. It’s all guns. I’ve held a BB gun, two Civil War muskets in my U.S. History class, and a paintball gun. My dad said I have a lethal aim. Sure, there’s some power, but it doesn’t compare to the feeling you get with blades. Like Miyamoto Musashi once said ‘...one’s long and short swords should cut grandly...’ I wave it around a bit. The man chuckled.

“That dagger was made for you, Girlie. How’d you like to have it?”

“I’d love to, but I don’t have any money with me. What I do have I’m saving to go to Chicago.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it. I’ll give it to ya.”

“You will?”

“Sure. A pretty girl like you deserves a pretty dagger.” My eyes narrowed.

“I don’t have ta sleep with you, do I?” I heard Tayliana gasp and J.T. burst out laughing. “Shizuka, J.T.-kun!”

“No, don’t worry. Here, I’ll even give you a belt and scabbard for it.” As he reached for the items, J.T. muttered. “You were right, you are worse than James.”

“I’m worse than Crow sometimes.” The man returned and handed me the objects.

“Here. Why don’t you try it on?” My eyes remained slightly narrowed as I wrapped the belt around my waist.

“Well, how’s it look?”

“Nice,” said Tayliana. J.T. just shrugged.

“So, you’ll give me this belt, scabbard, and dagger, is that what you’re saying?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I’ll take it!” I placed the dagger into the sheath, not really paying attention that it was twice the length of the dagger, plenty big enough for a sword.

“I’m happy to see that. Will that be all?”

“Yes, I suppose so. Have a nice afternoon.”

“You too.” With that, we walked off.

“So, now you look even more like SF Amanda,” observed J.T..

“I’m practically her anyway. Just needed the dagger. The rest will come in time. I just wish I was a reincarnated Sayin like her. But the Sayins don’t exist, as much I wish they did.” We parted ways soon after that. Getting my learner’s was a good idea for the Daltonian Three, bad for the rest of the world. I made my way home and got on the computer, singing along to my M2M CD. I was on Mirror Mirror when I got a call.

“Amanda! You won’t believe what happened to me!”

“What?”

“I... I...”

“Come on, Tay-san! You can tell me! What?” I pause, then grin. “Did Joe propose?”

“NO!”

“Then what?”

“Igrewatail.”

“Say again, hon.”

“Igrewatail.”

“Slower this time, sweetie.”

“I grew a tail!”

“Dowha?”

“I got a tail like my SI! What am I going to do?!” By this point, Tayliana was shrieking, and I had to hold the cordless away from my ear. My eyes then fell on my dagger. I wonder...

“Tay, first you’re gonna calm down, then you’re gonna hide that tail. I’ll call ya back in an hour. But whatever you do, don’t look in any mirrors!” I hung up and took my dagger in my hand. “Hope this works.” I raise it above my head and whisper “I call upon the Gods and Goddesses, give me the power, give me the strength. Aid me now in my time of need!” I felt the hilt expand some and saw the dagger turn into a full-length golden bladed sword. Finely crafted, it was sharp enough to cut through tritanium. It also had beautiful Japanese characters engraved on the blade. “Love, truth, life, good, hate, false, death, evil,” I muttered, reading the kanji on the blade... Kanji?! The only two kanji characters I know are love, ai, and evil, aku. “Ah, Hell.” I grabbed the phone and speed-dialed J.T. “Hey, J.T.?”

“What?”

“Tell me, are you acting more like your MSTing SI than usual?”

“Specifically...?”

“Have you grown draconian wings and a tail, or could you kill a god?” There was a long silence on his end of the line. “J.T.-kun?”

“How did you know?” I sighed.

“Let’s just say Dalton just got a whole Hell lot more interesting...”

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A/N: Ya know, this really ought to stay in a first person view. Jim had a good idea, I think. Jim-bo, face it: you’re a dramatic, not a comic. Just as I’m an angst, not Little Miss Chipper; that’s Tay.

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