In this story you are the author. I will start it off, but I want to see where it goes from there. Be creative and please don't spam the story with unrelated paragraphs. The story will begin, and its life is in your hands now.
You are the author.
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He stood by a solitary lamp post in the dark and cold. The snow, like the wishes of a thousand hearts flew around him, feeding off of his memories. 'This is the end.' He would think to himself, and without much hesitation, he embraced the pure white of a world of snow. He could barely see, and he closed his eyes, deciding that second to dwell on the things that had brought him there, that had brought him to that place. The one he knew and loved, the ones he hated, and the places, oh, the world. He had at one point in his life laid fallow the entire earth to his will, and had traveled this empty globe in search of all that he could find.His foot struck ice and He stumbled, and,almost losing his footing, progressed through the snow.
"What is the name of snow?", called an all too familiar voice.
"Akrin." He whispered, barely audible.
"No I'm afraid not." the voice mocked,"I am not the snow. I'm just an old friend. Isn't that right, Damasca?"
He winced at the sound. That name was long forgotten, buried in the snow of a different time. But he hearkened to it. It was his name. Damasca Ourihara. The last of the Shrine Gaurd.
Damasca turned to see the source of the voice, even though he knew it too well.
A woman stood in the snow, wearing a dark overcoat, all else obscured by the blinding white.
"Damasca. Do you remember how this all began? That day in Prague. The sand was light the light of the sun."
"Yes.", he answered, voice rough,"yes, I remember.

The sand swirled around him, a golden eclipse of the eastern wind, making the sad and sultry music of a lost wave on the ocean, that grows into a hurricane.
'Sandstorm's comin', He recalled saying to himself, before he masked himself in a burgundy desert cloak.
This was the day it all began.

>>1 (DAMN that's hard to follow. Good Job!!!)[mine is of no measure. *wince*]
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they had been sent to the Tottori Sand Dunes to receive a package without being informed what was in it. this didn't faze him, it happened all the time. usual protocol, he was in a transparent business after all. he and his partner would travel all over the world to exchange or pick-up unmarked packages and take them to different places. the partner he had before tripped while handing a package off once, a severed arm tumbled out of the box. that partner was never seen again, and the next day he was paired with Akrin.

about a mile ahead stood a man in a long, deep-brown cloak. waiting.
"That's him Damasca. Do you have the package ready?"
"Yes." he replied pulling a brown paper-covered box with old twine holding it closed out of his cloak. when he moved it he could feel something move inside, something alive. it made him curious. what was in it? was it really alive? he asked himself. he would never know. if he dared find out, he would die.

>>3 Actually, yours is commendable. I had no idea where to start. You're a brave one ^.~
>>1 You make me proud :3 I hope to do this justice.
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"But then again, even if we keep our precious ignorance, we could still end up stiff and bloody in a ditch."

Without even sparing his companion a glance, Damasca rolled his eyes. A decade past, he would have been naive enough to accredit his friend's shameless boasts of the "psychic powers" that "ran through his blood line" with some belief. Even then, when they had first met as boys, the roguish courier had been able to read his thoughts like the Bible.

Now, of course, Damasca was all too familiar with the truth: his oldest friend was merely an impeccable reader of the human soul. In most cases, he wouldn't be able to use the information he obtained so fluidly and manipulatively, however...

"Akrin," Damascus replied. "You've known from the day we met that you and I shared the same kind of spirit. Your little mind tricks stopped working on me years ago."

A smirk split Akrin's thin, crafty features. "Fair enough," he waved the issue off nonchalantly. "Kindred spirits we are then. You know, if it annoys you so badly, why don't you try reading me for a change? I know you could; you may be the brawn of our little duet, but I'm not about to dismiss your brain or perception."

"I know," Damascus murmured thoughtfully. His focus was drawn entirely to their waiting client. From beneath the shadow of the man's hood, he could have sworn he saw the glint of a ravenous fang.

"You're eager for this lifestyle BECAUSE we could end up dead either way. Of course that's how it is. Your just like me." He smiled, a grin even more chilling than Akrin's feral one, an act of rebellion in the face of certain death.

"You know damn well we both LOVE our job."

But they weren't facing death; they were about to find themselves toe-to-toe with a fate far worse than could be imagined.

>>4 you know Akrin is a girl right...??? teehee :3

>>5
-rechecks story, curses late night writing-
Oh holy gods. That's so embarrassing. >.___<

To whom it may concern: Ignore the random sex change. Pretend I said "she", "kids", "her", etc.
My brother's going to kill me for butchering that one >__<

they continued forward until they were about five feet from the man and could see what features were shown. he had rich light brown skin and a scar running across the bridge of his nose. the rest was hidden by a scarf and black shaded glasses.
"Do you have my package?" the man said in a coarse voice.
"Depends," said Akrin, " Do you have ours?"
"Of course." the man then produced a small violet velvet box about the size one would buy a ring in. "The stone of Versailles. just as i have promised."
Damascus jumped inside from the mention of what was in the box, no one had ever said the contents of the packages, this was not normal protocol.
he eyed the man. "That is not what we were here to retrieve." he lied, he wanted to see if there were any holes in the man's story.
"Are you sure? i was surely told what to bring." the man replied. that settles it, this isn't a real trade-off. they would never place another squad at a transaction. he had to act fast.
"Akrin." he commanded.
"On it." she replied before grabbing the man's throat and cracking his neck in half. he didn't even have time to blink. he was lucky though, most other squads would have made it slower, at least we're merciful.
"What's in the box?" she asked.
"Don't touch it. it isn't our business yet, call Sansu and check this out." Damascus ordered. Akrin did as she was told and called their boss. after a brief conversation she shut the small cell phone and turned back to Damascus.
"You're right. this wasn't our man. Sansu got word half an hour ago our man was killed and the package was stolen. we were told to report back to headquarters and give a full report."

as they headed back to the private jet, there was a mild explosion in the distance. it was where they had been just minutes before.
"Good thing we did take the box." Akrin sighed.

(i'm having alot of fun on this thread. thanks for creating it! :D)

>>9 my pleasure.:)

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>>8
I adore your additions. Thank you.

~le bump~
Because I'd like to see who else has balls and a good sense of narration ;)

bump. come on people! :3

Bumppity-bump

wow really? no one else? i guess the story ends with a box blowing up then....

Little did they know that things were about to get much worse. Over the dunes, gliders appeared. Speeding straight towards them much faster than they could walk. Or even run. So they stood still.
"why do they always get the cool stuff?" Akrin complained.
"it's because they want us killed by high tech lazy dudes." Damascus said.
Akrin waved her fist at the gliders. "if you plan to kill us, the least you could do is walk like actual people! You bunch of lazy brainless zombies!"
for some reason seeing Akrin mad like this gave damascus an idea. When she was like this, she was unstoppable.
"You know what? I think they need to be punished for their laziness."
With one smile she vanished. Damascus took that as an agreement.
When the first shout echoed through the air, he knew. He sat back and
watched as the chaos unfolded. In a matter of minutes the so-called army disintegrated.
Soon Akrin skipped up grinning. "Did you see how fast that guy's head came off and knocked that other dude off his hovercraft? God that was so fun."
Damascus turned green at the mentioning of it. "Sometimes it's almost like you're not human."
Akrin smiled. "now i'm hurt damascus...." She teased.
"wait. I mean't... You know... You're entertained by dismemberment. You are unnaturally fast. There is no way that-"
"no that's not what I meant." Akrin said.
"what did you mean then?"
" who said I was human?"

This story will live!