CaptainEli

Have you have wondered why, if they gods exist, and they are benevolent, then why do horrific things occur? Why do they not stop it? If they cannot, are they truly gods? If they will not, are they truly as kind and good as we believe? Sit, then, and I shall tell you the tale. The tale of why the gods smile no longer upon Midgard. The tale of The Tears of the All Father. Long ago, it had been the custom of the Aesir to walk disguised among men. It was well known that Odin did this, but the other gods took after his fashion, and would cloak themselves in the skins and clothes of mortals, and thus walk amongst men unhindered. Through this, t

It wasn't exactly turning out to be a particularly good day, Ged had decided. He wasn't sure whether it was the large group of hitmen trying to kill him, or the fact he was pretty sure that the guy at the coffee shop had spat in his coffee. The fact remained, however, that they day was going rapidly downhill. He took a swig of his coffee, and made a face. Yep. Something was definitely up with his coffee. He put it carefully down , and pulled out his pistol. He slid a fresh magazine in. He caught the eye of the woman opposite him. Her eyes spread wide, like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming train, and she clutched her small

Inside the suit, Janus was invincible. Stronger than a hundred men, faster than a cheetah, with skin of cerami-plate, and tendons of steel. There was no foe that could withstand him, no challenge that could not be faced down. In the suit, he was a god. Janus felt the rumble of the drop pod through the shoulder restraints, as it hurtled down towards the battlefield beneath his feet. He smiled, and grabbed his rifle. The drop pod thudded dully into the ground, and the front blew out, almost in unison. He strode out, fearless in cerami-plate blue. For the first few steps he fired from the hip, clearing out the nearest Nylids. To his left and

Andreas had decided he and Riddler were going to be friends. God only knows why. Riddler kept to himself, always had. He barely spoke to Andreas, and they'd shared a room for ages now. He was quiet, never engaged in conversation, if he could avoid it. Andreas had his own friends, hundreds of them. But Andreas had gotten it into his head that they, he and Eric van der Colk, were going to be friends. So, that naturally led to Andreas deciding what they were going to do. He chose fishing. Fishing. Riddler hated fishing. It was boring. And not only that, but Andreas' family was reasonably affluent, so fishing meant upwards of seven hours trapped

"I am going to destroy you, you know." The man said, an expression of distaste on his face, his voice surprisingly calm. "Of course you are, Everyone always is." Janissary Jones replied, amusement playing at the edge of  his mouth. He looked awfully nonchalant for a man dangling off of the edge of a building, completely at the mercy of a man currently threatening to kill him. But that was Janissary Jones for you. "Yeah, well somehow I figure I'll be the first to actually manage it." "You think so? Well, protip; you'll need more than just a long fall to kill me." "We'll see how you feel about that with a matching pair of broken legs." the

They called him Janissary Jones. Hardly anyone who knew him knew why. He prefered it that way. He preferred a lot of things that way. No-one really knew him. A fixture of the community, was Janissary Jones. But nothing more to most people, really. The police seemed to think they knew him quite well. Not that they did. But they probably saw him more than anyone else. He was often seen wandering around the city,  in the back streets and alleys. No-one bothered him, and he bothered no-one. For the most part, at least. He was friendly enough to everyone he met. Kind of like an older brother, really. He never came across as the sort of

Wait, what just happened? Francisco... apologised to me. Sure, it was on Garrets behalf, but still. He kinda drifted through the class, his mind trying to figure out why Francisco had apologised. It didn't fit with who he thought Francisco was. Had he been wrong? The class ended. Riddler sat there for a moment, shuffling his notebook into something that actually resembled a notebook. He shoved it into his satchel, and looked up. Francisco was just walking out. Something in Riddler's mind clicked into place, and he stood up. He followed Francisco out of the room, and out of the building. Once Francisco was free of the post-class rush, h

Frakfrakfrakfrak. They're sitting down right frakking by me. I bet they noticed me looking. Dammit, they're just gonna think I'm weird. Frakfrak. This is not good. He looked down at his burger. Less than half eaten. And he still had a free refill for his drink he wanted to use. He twisted in his chair slightly, so Francisco and Garret we're more to his back than his front. He had to stop himself from sneaking looks at the pair as they sat down. He took a bite, and realised he couldn't enjoy it. Not while there was a puzzle lying unsolved not twelve feet from where he sat. He swallowed, shaking his head. He wrapped up his burger, and dra

That damn hat. It was always on his head, no matter where he was, when it was, or who he was around. I can't see through it. It's just another wall to the puzzle that is Francisco Fonesca. Another thing I can't see through. He saw me staring today. I looked away, but I know he saw me. God, I hope he doesn't think I like him or anything. Although I might be able to get close if he thought that... No. No, I'll just keep pretending I'm not doing anything. Let him work out what I was up to. He took a pawn, and slid it forward. He looked at his grandmother, and smiled. "Your move, Oma." She smiled pleasantly back, and skipped a knight out. "Yo