From: Kalakseur <jmcm01@ix.netcom.com> Subject: [PW!] Kalakseur makes an enemy. Date: Saturday, July 17, 1999 8:41 AM Kalakseur looks behing his shoulder, and back. Glances at his rear view mirror. ~Police.~ He thought, pulling over. "What seems to be the problem, officer?" Kalakseur asked innocently, quoting every single pullover scene in the movies. "85 in a 70 zone. License and registration, please." The officer stuck a pen in his mouth, chewing on the end. ~Disgusting.~ Kal thinks, rummaging through his trenchcoat. The officer takes notice of his black claws. "So where're ya headed?" The officer said, friendly enough. Kalakseur hands him his license. "Celadon..." The officer looks over the license. "Nice place, Celadon is. Business there?" "You could say that." Kal turns to the left passenger seat.* "Hmm. You're one of those damned vampire freaks, aren't you?" Kal snaps his head at the officer. "What?" "Bloodsuckers. Feeding off our society like the parasites you are. World'd be a lot better without you." The officer laughed. He threw Kal's license in the air, and shot it down with a ki blast from the hand. Kal nervously looked up at the officer. "M'name's Dnash. I don't want to see your godforsaken face in Celadon. If you're smart you'll head back to wherever you came from." Kal glared at Dnash. He took off his seatbelt, and opened the door, standing right in front of Dnash's face. "What did you say? I have business in Celadon. Get out of my face." "My dear boy, it's YOU who's in MY face." Dnash narrowed his eyes. He tilted his head back, as if to laugh, but shot him a look only someone evil could make. "Get out of my city." "...No." In the blink of an eye, Kalakseur vaporized out of thin air, and reappeared behind Dnash. He stood there, waiting for Dnash to turn around. But he didn't. "Boy, if it's a fight you want, bring it somewhere else. I'm not in the -mood.-" Kal stared at Dnash's back, and turned away. ~I'll walk to Celadon.~ He didn't turn back. --- *Okay, know that part where Kal looked to the -left- passenger seat? Well, doesn't this take place in Japan kinda? I'm just figuring it is. Um... That's it. Hope you liked it. -- - Kalakseur -------------------------- <Jmcm01@ix.netcom.com> AIM: BlankieB0y and/or Kalakseur RIP Simon Locke July 16th, 1999, at 12:42:28 PM, PST He was the funniest man alive, and I'm gonna miss him, dammit. I am Kalakseur! AAAIIIEEE! And, of course...VOOP!