Journal 2/26/15

Writing, I don't care if I fail millions and millions of times, as long as I at least I can learn from it, and build on it, and the more I can build, the better I will get, and the product, one helluva story. After that, I can move on, and write more and more, by the time I'm done, which I don't really know when that will be, but by the time I'm done, Rage will be nothing compared.

Journal 2/25/15

When people walk really really slow walks in front of me, I get really annoyed, because I have things to do, I don't care about socializing, I just care that I get to the place, and do my job. People who walk slow in my opinion, are a waste of my time, they don't care really about anything, even when I do, it's disrespectful.

Journal 2/23/15

The word modern, means to me, technology, the amount of technology we have, and how many technological advances we go through, nowadays, the iPhone is modern, but back in the day, the TV with a giant butt would be considered modern. 

Don't worry, I'm definitely here!

For the past few days especially, I've been working my butt off to finish my book, adding feeling to the work, and to show it, here's what I have finished so far!

THE FEEELS

Journal 2/18/15

WTF, is a rhetorical question, because it is used to make a point. The purpose is in itself, if someone's describing something to you, or someone does something totally stupid, your reaction would be, WTF? It's a reaction more or less. You can answer it if you'd like, I'm not stopping you, it's just not commonly answered, just added onto. It's a strange thing. Like WTF?

Journal 2/17/15

What makes me feel loved, is when I'm not allowed to do something. Because, when your parents don't allow you to do something, or get you in trouble for something, it's because they love you. And they only want what's best for you. Holden on the other hand, is a bit atranger. He wants someone or something, to show that he is needed, he  wants someone in this world to live for in a way. 

Notes Chapter 1-7

Notes:

Group 1:

1: Brother is a phony, getting kicked out of pency, watching a game

2: Saying goodbye to the school.

3: He had to do it all alone, like a trooper

4: Sock Puppets

Group 2: 

1: Holden being told to take things seriously by spencer, ends with saying goodbye

2:nothing new

3: it's a musical 

4: a skit, costumes

Group 3: 

1: 

2:

3:

4:

Group 4: sock puppets

Group 5: 

1: served steak on Saturday went to see movies and eats burgers ditches movies writes a paper on allies glove Holden reveals soft spot

2: July 18 1946 allies death breaks windows in garage

3: prezi

4: sock puppets 

Group 6:

1: affection towards Jane, Stradlater fights Holden. 

2: nothing new

3: definitions, nicely drawn picture, and a quote, music video with pictures relating to Holden 

4: sock puppets 

Group 7:

1: thinking about how Stradlater got seductive on a double date one time

He leaves pency

2: how everyone has a dark side how he takes things for granted, and only realizes things when they're gone.

3: pictures, set up presentation 

4: sock puppets 

Chapter Four Presentation

The chapter is pretty much about Holden feeling jealous towards Stradlater, because he mentions that his date is Holden's former flame, Jane, Stradlater throughout shows little to no emotion towards it, but on Holden's side, he gets all excited, and wants to talk about Jane, it's obvious that jealousy is what he's feeling. Another thing is, is that throughout the story so far, Jane is the only person he's showing good emotion to, and personally I feel, that he is feeling he may lose her to Stradlater. 

Jenna's Perspective: Holden goes to the bathroom and chats with Stradlater. He points out how he's a "secret slob." he's saying that Stradlater looks very clean but little things like his razor is dirty and crusty. Holden has many bad things to say about people in his life and basically this is his perspective on Stradlater. this chapter stands out to me though because it mentions Jane who Holden is fascinated with. this is special because it seems like one of the only positive things that he has said through the book so far and the most emotion he has shown. He is jealous that Stradlater is going on a date with her and fears that he could possibly treat her wrong. 

Journal 2/1011 (base 2)/15

A lesson I have learned, was to not trust my biological mother. The story is long, so here's the run down, she's a crazy woman, who can easily make me go insane, just by her using me, and manipulating my mind, because of her, I sometimes won't eat for a week or so, on my 16th birthday even it was ruined because she had to threaten that she would pretty much force me in the car, and take me back to Sanger, and I can't handle her, honest to god I can't. I never will trust her, ever again, my dad taught me that, and I trust him, even today I don't talk to her. And I'm sure as hell happier now

Journal 2/10/15

One time, I offered someone a free run through a "challenging" raid in FFXIV, and I had scheduled it for Wedsnday, but stuff came up, and I wasn't online until 11 at night. The next day I log on, and he treats me in a disrespectful manor, I go off on him, he gets all pissed off at me, when he has no reason to be pissed off because I'm the one pissed off about him being disrespectful to me when I'm doing something for free, and on my own time. Point is, I'm not so Mr. Nice Guy anymore.

Rage: Chapter 2

Rage:2: "So, they have succeeded in slaying one of my contraptions Eh?" A figure spoke in an manor room, decorated with jagged Allagan fissures, revealing spinning cogs, and pipes pumping Aetherical energy. "I apologize Master, it was sudden, we did not expect the Mech IV to go down so easily." "And why is that?" "We... We don't know sir." "Fetch me the blueprints, I will personally look into this case, meanwhile, deal with the Core, shut all the locks to it. Seems they already have the Ragnarok in their possession." "As you wish sir." The man got off from his knee, then left the room. "Damn it." The man pounded the fist against his desk. "I, Lord of the Dreadwrym's, shall not be defiled so easily!" --

"Here we are, the Ragnarok Central Core." Catherine spoke pointing at the now clear to see gateway. "How does this work?" "It's like a normal gate I guess." "I guess? You don't sound to confident." "It's more complex than you'd expect.." "Howso?" "We only know little of the Core, but it seems to need a key, and Aetherical reading, we have all tried our Aethrical energy, but it hasn't responded to anyone's." "Hmm" he pondered minute, looking at the gate. He looked around, watching the gate, until slowly raising his hand, as a stream of Aether flew from the palm of his hand, to the keyhole of the monstrous gate. Sure enough, it turned on, the cogs began to spin, and the metal gate skidded open, scientists quickly ran down the bridge  to the scene, taking pictures of the event. "Kainzu... I get it now.. Archer passed his Aetherical pulse onto you." Catherine smiled looking at the gate. "He does trust me.." He looked up at Catherine, a smile on his face as well. He drew back his hand as the gate stopped, guards rushing across the bridge, to aid in this new found expedition. The group was followed by the other two, Raz, and Sol. "Here is the lance sir!" She hurried over, handing it to Kainzu. "If my brother really did give me his Aetherical pulse... Then I should be able to change it." He struck it into the ground, while Catherine began a small briefing for the new troops. "Alright, listen up! We have opened the Core it is-" the lance began to glow. "Kainzu-" the metal began to bend, and undo, splitting slowly into two, after a bright flash of light, two blades remained on the floor. "It.. Transformed..." She muttered. He looked at the two relics on the ground, latching one to each side of his waist. "Continue the briefing Catherine." She nodded in reply and pointing into the Core. "Forward troops!" At that moment they all rushed in. After the mob had begun its entrance, the four followed, looking around at the newfound cavern. Kainzu looked down towards his weapons, examining the strange markings on the hilts of his twin blades. "Welcome! Welcome!" A speaker boomed, and echoed throughout the tunnel. "One at a time please!" A man's voice spoke. "Take a seat! Don't be shy!" The group looked around then one by one fell to the floor, dead. "Cover your nose!" Catherine yelled, lifter her shirt up to protect herself from the toxic air. Kainzu nodded lifting his shirt up as well, shortly after Raz and Sol followed. "Dammit." He muttered in a muffled tone. "Ah, so you four are the ones smart enough to avoid my trap!" The looked around, then continued down the cave. "Let's see! Kainzu Halone, your brother was Archer was it not? Oh! And Catherine! You were his fiancé! May I offer my sincerest congratulations-" "Shut up!" She yelled. "Ooh a feisty one! Whose next! Ah yes, Raz Tyuna, the little run away are we? Disobeying your fathers orders, killing him in result, how dreadfully-" "You... You monster! Just who in the hell are you!" Raz shouted at the cave. "Allow me to show you!" A rolled red carpet appeared, then started to unroll down the narrow cave. "Right this way! One at a time please!" They followed the carpet, which led them to an opening in the cave, much like the Ragnarok Central Core's chamber, but this one, was elegantly decorated, red drapes, gold trimming, and red carpet on a stage dead center of the cavern. A mechanical bridge turned on, making a clear path to the stage, almost begging the group to cross it. "Don't bother looking back, once you've entered my sanctuary, there's no going back!" The cave behind them sealed shut, with a familiar mark in the middle. "Stay sharp... We have no idea what we're up against." Kainzu muttered beginning to walk across the bridge. "If you mean to fight us, it's unfair for me and the medic to be unarmed, wouldn't you say?" Catherine spoke to the voice. "Do not worry darling, I am an honest "man", and gentleman!" A crate synthesized before the two, opening it to reveal relics. Catherine grabbed out a all white staff, with angelic wings wrapped around a jewel, while Sol, grabbed out a staff with the decor of a meteor, blacked with ash, and was centered around a purple orb. "See? I am a man of my word!" The voice echoed. "Shall we begin then!" The lights when out, they stood on the stage, looking around for their opponent. "Ladies and gentleman, I welcome you to my home." Light by light the stage lit up in a circular motion, Kainzu slowly grabbed the hilts of his blades, while Raz readied her lance. "I am Amon!" A light lit, at the center of the stage, and he appeared in a puff of black smoke. He wore a frilled bards hat, his colors a dark Crimson red, traces of gold and purple, he was a strange man, very tall, and looked to have a skeletal body, half machine, half skeleton, he covered his face with only a half mask, which looked to be for a mascaraed ball, he wore a long dress coat, grey near the waist down, the Crimson red, and gold lining on the upper half. His right sleeve however, was long, and draped, almost like a vampires cloak, but had Allagan details that glowed a bright blue. He wore white tights, that had zebra printed black stripes going up and down his legs, and high heeled red boots, he looked towards the group, tipped his hat, and spread his right arm out. "Well then, let's begin." And evil smirk formed on his demonic face. Kainzu fully drew both blades, then stopped, he heard a voice, a small voice the others could not hear. "Hello Kainzu, I am Ragnarok, it is nice to meet you." The voice said. He looked down to his blades, noticing the same Allagan marks from the door glowing a bright blue, growing brighter whenever the voice spoke. "Kainzu, what do we do?" Sol looked over to Kainzu, taking the blackened staff in hand. He thought a moment, Amon watching, waiting for them to make the first move. Kainzu stared at the blades, and touched the Allagan marks with his thumbs, causing a bright flash of light, surrounding him. "Hello Kainzu, I am Ragnarok." It said again, he opened his eyes slowly, and looked around to reveal him in a elegantly decorated room, with floral decal, gold and Allagan blue trimmings, and a man, sitting at a table with two chairs, and a tea set, Kainzu hesitantly walked over, staring at the man. "Care for some tea?" The man asked kindly. "Don't be shy, take a seat." Kainzu nodded, and pulled out the chair, and sat at it. "What, and who are you?" He asked looking at the man. The man had short brown hair, and Allagan blue eyes, he had what looked to be a freshly trimmed beard, but wore only a plain t-shirt, and nothing else. He reached over and poured Kainzu a cup of tea. "Cream? Sugar?" "How about Name? And where am I?" "I told you, did I not? I am Ragnarok, and you are in my data base." "By Ragnarok, you mean the Central Core, correct?" "No, not exactly, Ragnarok Central Core is a place, I am a thing." He looked around, then at his own waist. "You're Archer's blade..." "No, I am your blade now." "Explain." He took the cup in hand, and began to take a sip. "Before your brother, Archer, perished, he stuck me in the ground, and prayed, so you think" he looked up at the man. "Instead, he met me here, asked that I look out for you, and protect you no matter what." Kainzu put down his cup. "I am your sword and your shield, I will help you when in doubt, and be there for you when you are unstable. Do you wish for this?" He nodded, looking up at the half naked man. "One question... Why are you only wearing a shirt...?" "I am a weapon, weapons don't where pants do they?" "But... Never Mind" A bright flash re lit, Kainzu re opening his eyes to be where he was standing before. He looked at the group and nodded. "Raz, I want you to keep Amon distracted, Catherine, keep everyone alive, and Sol, Attack from a distance, try not to get Amon's direct attention, while me and Raz attack up front, if you see any changes in the surrounding area, shout it out for us to watch." They all nodded, Raz glared at Amon, and bent her knees in a hunters stance, she this unbent them softly, jumping gracefully into the air, the lance guiding her like a dragons maw, he looked down from above, aimed, and stuck Amon with all her strength. "Dragon fire dive!" She shouted, as a drachens roar echoed, and flames burst around Amon. "That's our cue!" Sol shouted as he began to conjure a ball of flame with the staff, releasing it towards Amon, on impact, it created an explosion of great proportions. "Ha! So you aren't all talk I see!" He raised his cloaked arm, and snapped, a toxic blob falling to the ground. "Break a leg!" He laughed as he began to cast small orbs of fire, and launch them at Raz. "Oh great and powerful aspects of earth, protect thy's friend with a skin constructed of stone!" Catherine quickly murmured, and granted Raz protection from the incoming flames. They burst on impact, the stone letting not a single flame lick the girls delicate body. Raz smirked confidently. "Thanks Cat!" She yelled, beginning to pierce Amon. "Ragnarok, let's see what you've got." Kainzu whispered to the blades running towards Amon. "Hahaha! Hehehe!" He began to throw little packages, Kainzu dodging them as best he could. A few seconds later, one by one each package erupted into flames. "Kainzu, you need to kill that blob, if not, he'll be able to use it to protect himself!" He looked around quickly, finding the blob. It was a thick purple, and half the size of Kainzu himself. "How do you suggest I kill it? If I even try to slice it, it could split into two." "Let me analyze it, try to get closer." Ragnarok replied. "Ahh!" Raz yelled as she continued to stab and slice at Amon. "The time is almost near! Die! Die! Die!" He continued to use small lesser magicked attacks on Raz, as small as they were, they were no challenge to dodge, but when one hit,  it could very likely be the end for her. One after another, she continued to dodge. "If this keeps up.." She dodged another. "I won't be able to land an attack!" She yelled. Looked back at Catherine. "Hang in there, your wounds are deeper than I imagined!" She continued to heal, and cast various spells to protect Raz. "I'm running out of magic, hurry..!" She replied frantically, Sol running up behind her, and casting a flare, the explosion engulfing Amon and any objects around him, Raz backed away swiftly, Allowing Catherine time to regenerate her magic. Kainzu hurried, using the conflagration to his advantage, he jumped, and began slicing and stabbing, both blades in perfect sync, trying to effect the blob in any way. It responded by sizzling, and growing. "Sol! How much Mana do you have left!" He looked over quickly at the growing blob, then at Kainzu. "Only enough for a lesser flame.." He yelled in reply. "HAHAHA! Bravo! That will be all for the opening act! We thank you for your time, but it has come to an end..!" He spread his burnt arms, in the form of a cross. "It is time for the curtain call!" Musical notes began to float, and rotate around the man, his overcoat flailing about in the wind, his hat stayed firm upon his head, but his eyes, instead of its normal pitch black, began to glow a dark blood red. "I can hit him!" Raz yelled, trying to land an attack on Amon. "The notes... He created himself a barrier while he casts." Sol replied. "We have to do something! I don't know what this curtain call is, but it can't be good.." Kainzu continued to hit the blob, ignoring the others conversation. "A little help!" He yelled, looking up for a brief moment, then continuing to attack the blob. Sol turned, and focused, then began casting the lesser flames with what magic he had left. Raz bent her knees, and jumped into the air, she aimed, and dove, stabbing the mass of slime, Catherine watched, realizing what they were doing, she quickly ran over, and began smacking casting various wind spells, suffocating, and enclosing the blob. Sol focused his last bit of energy, and began to cast a flare again. "Ragnarok, how much time do we have left?" He asked looking down on his blades. "Not much, I'd say around 30 seconds, if your group is going to kill that blob, you better be quick about it!" He replied. "Almost..." Sol murmured, then released a flare, destroying the blob, it's slimed remains covering the four, they looked behind them. "Ten seconds." Ragnarok muttered. "Ladies and Gentleman! I give you! Curtain Call!" The stage erupted in flames, the air spinning around Amon only became stronger, causing the flames to grow, he laughed like a madman, watching the four stab in the raging inferno, until it stopped. The flames died down, and his barrier disappeared. "H-how... Damn that blob." He muttered, as Kainzu and the three others stood unscathed. "Your own fault for creating that thing!" He yelled. "It's components when killed can harden, and become fireproof, looks like we win Amon." Catherine looked up towards the man. "So it does, allow me to-" he grinned evilly. "Take a bow." With his remaining strength he bowed elegantly to his audience. The four stared, as he fell to the floor, dead.

Rage: Chapter 1

Rage: "A-Archer...! N-no...!!" "Kainzu, I'm sorry..." he picked up his blade, from the ash covered floor, a molten purple flame, surrounded the two, and at its center, a drachen. The two stood on a round platform in the middle of a cavern, above, jagged crystal hung, as the glow from them would fade, then re light. These crystals kept the room surprisingly well lit, all the while, a rift on the bottom of the cavern spun, the mechanism reacting to the glow,  the allagan masterpiece folding, and bending at the will of the surrounding Aether. At the mouth of the cave, far far above, an Allagan platform began to rise, sealing the fate of the two. There was no return, no, not until the bane of the dread lord is slain. The beast leapt from the floor, and spread its mechanical wings as it circled the two below, peering down at its new found prey. It let out a monstrous roar, the two in response covered there ears. Suddenly she struck, diving down, nearly hitting the floor beside them a gust of wind, as powerful as an explosion, hurled them towards the flames. "A-Archer...! I... I'm scared..!" He looked up at his older brother, as he coughed from the sudden burst of air. "Kainzu, calm down.. You know what I must do.." "A-archer p-please...!!" The taller man, patted his younger brothers head, ruffling his Miqo'te ears a bit, as a tear fell from his eye, he turned away, and began to walk towards the center of the arena. "Kainzu.." He paused looking back. "May the light of Pharos Sirius, ever guide you." "ARCHER NO!!" He screamed, as he sobbed trying to run towards his brother, until he tripped, falling to the floor, and landing on his stomach. "P-please!! You're the only family I have left!!" The dragon, with a thud, landed in front of the man. He peered into the beasts eyes, as it began to hover slightly off the ground, the wings creating small gusts of wind. He drew his blade, and readied his shield, the dragon began to conjure a flaming molten ball in its maw. Archer struck the sword into the ground, got on a knee, and began to pray, very quietly, to where only he could hear. The dragon continued to conjure more, and more aetherical flames, until it's maw was filled, with it's tail, it quickly pierced through the mans armor, stabbing into his mid section, blood slowly began to pour from the man's body, some of which splattered on his younger brothers face. Kainzu screamed, as he watched in horror, the beast spitting it's liquid hell at what once was his brother, instantly burning the body to ashes. All that remained was a sword. His sword. Kainzu, tears streaming down his cheeks, began to stand up. "You killed him!" He screamed. "You killed the only family I have left!" He gritted his teeth, and clenched his fist, taking a step closer. He looked to the blade, watching as it began to transform, bending, shifting, the sleek Allagan metal, began to form a spear. With one hand, he lifted it from the roasted ground, held it in both hands, and gazed at the dragon above. His screeched again, flying back into the air. In return, Kainzu pointed the spear at the circling beast, he held it firm in hand, bending his knees, he held his aim, he glared at the beast as it began to dive towards him. He held the newly formed spear in his hands, as it began to glow a calm blue, the dragon flew at full speed, but he did not move. At the moment her head was directly in front of him, he lunged his spear into the great beasts godly head. It screamed and roared in agony, the two being pushed to the edges of the fire, the Spurs on his boots began to skid, then finally broke off, he held his stance, he had not budged until they finally slid to a final halt. The Queen of Dragons, guardian of the coils, had died. He pulled the bloodied allagan spear from the beasts head, and latched it onto his back. He fell to his knees, and cried. Two men could be heard from a cavern. "Look! We've found them! Inform the commander!" One yelled, "Yessir!" He replied, suddenly Kainzu heard a familiar voice. "Kainzu...! Kainzu! Is that you!" "Ma'am,  please wait until we reach the floor." "W.... Wait.. Where's Archer..." The voice muttered. His vision began to grow blurry, then everything turned black. A a few days passed, and Kainzu awoke above ground, in what looked to be a medic room. He tried to sit up, looking at his arm to notice an IV attached to it, he looked to his left, observing his surroundings, as any Miqo'te would do. He saw int he right corner of the pale room, he saw something that made him cringe, that brought tears straight to his eyes, he even screamed at seeing the sight of it. Doctors rushed in, as well as a familiar voice. "Kainzu! Are you alright?" A man rushed over, with hair as white as snow, a gripped Kainzu's hand. "Talk to me, what's wrong, it's ok.." He pointed weakly at the Allagan spear, in that instant the man yelled to the doctor's "Remove it, immediately!" One of the two ran over taking the spear and rushing out. His breathing slowed, as the male held his hand, he closed his eyes, laying back, then wiped the sweat from his forehead. "Better..?" He asked, looking down upon the bed panicked Miqo'te. He replied with a slow nod, and rested his eyes. "Rest easy.. We'll talk la-" he was cut off by Kainzu. "Take me to her..." He muttered. "You're in no state to move, I'm sorry, but I have to disapprove." He replied without hesitation. Ignoring the medics words he slowly began to stand from his bed. "I... Need... To see her.." He looked up, tears in his eyes, then stepped out of the tall bed, wearing nothing but very light, paper thin robe, only to cover his nakedness beneath. "Kainzu please." The medic stared into the stubborn man's eyes. "At... At least let me help you.." He put one of Kainzu's arms over his shoulder, and began to walk with him out the room. They started down the narrow black metal hall, step by step, they walked, on their way, and doctors that were on duty, stopped, and gave him a salute, he looked at them confused, confused as why they would salute a failure. The two left the hospital, the mechanical doors opening at their footsteps, he looked around, remembering how they recently took down the Garlean stronghold, and began excavation of the Dalamud, and the binding coil, as they called it. It had been a year since they had taken it over, but only a few weeks ago, had they reached the Ragnarok Central Core, and also, where one man fell, in the name of science, and the preservation of Eorzea. "Lieutenant Halone!" He looked over at surrounding men, and woman, some clad in Allagan Armor, some in researcher uniforms. All at once, they put one hand behind their arm, and one over their heart. "A-at ease.." He replied to their salute weakly. "Where is Catherine." "In the Core sir." One replied. "W-why did you call me sir... Why are you all saluting me.. Archer.." He stopped. "A-archer is our leader..."  There was nothing but silence. A soldier walked up with a crate in hand. "Your armor sir.." She set the crate softly on the ground before him, and opened it. "Do you need any assistance..?" "No, I have some strength.." He removed his arm from the man's neck, then took off the robe, he grabbed the underwear in the crate, and weakly put them on, the soldiers holding their pose. He began to put his armor on. The medic only watched, waiting for him to finish. He put on next, his shorts, then grabbed out his armored thigh boots., they were straight black, with blue Aetherical veins in them, and on his heels, bladed spurs. He looked down into the crate, then grabbed out his doublet vest, then slid it on, the gray outline held the pure white in place. Lastly he grabbed his necklace, as well Allagan, with a Aetherical blue gem in the center. He looked back at the group, then began walking towards the lift back into the Ragnarok Central Core. He began to tap buttons on the control panel, as the soldier that had handed him his gear, and the medic followed. He slid the key card in the panel, and the lift began its decent. While the contraption continued downward, he stared at the panel, watching it, remembering that fateful morning. He turned around and looked to the two. "Sorry to be rude, but, what are your names?" He asked, his arms crossed. The medic spoke first. "Sol Animus, Origin, Ul'dah, Race, Miqo'te Seeker of the sun." "And your combat style?" "Darker magic than you'd expect." "And you.." He turned to the woman. "Raz Tyuna, Origin, Gridania, Race, Miqo'te Keeper of the moon. I specialize in the art of Lancing, more specifically, Dragoon" "I guess I should formally introduce myself Eh?" He replied looking towards the two. Kainzu Halone, Origin, Coerthas, Race, Miqo'te Keeper of the moon, and I specialize in duel wielding. I am as well a Dragoon of Ishgard, but they aloud me to learn the art with two blades instead of a lance." The platform continued to lower, until it reached a patch of mirror crystals, he looked at his reflection, his fair skin, his black tail, and black pointed feline ears, he looked at the grey frosted tips of his hair, touching one in his left hand, he looked back at the other two, Sol, having snow white hair, and Raz having pitch black braids, both of the two hand pointed ears, only their tails differed. Raz having a slick, pointed tail, that would sway left to right, and Sol, who had a fluffed white tail, that swayed right to left. His tail, did not move, it stayed calm, resting itself almost. He turned around completely, as the mirror crystals rose above them, and as the platform reached its destination. The three looked down at the battle field, and isolated pillar of land, in the middle of a cavern, the spinning core had now stopped, and a mechanical bridge had been formed, leading towards the center, scientist had already begun studying the Allagan beast, and its surroundings, until it came to a skidding halt at the edge of the platform. The three walked off, and directly to a stone in the middle of the bruised arena, and sitting on there knees next to it, was Catherine. "Archer..." She mumbled lightly, as Kainzu approached the woman. She had light blonde hair, and light blue eyes, she wore a white lab coat, and black thy boots, with of course, a black mini skirt. She began to cry, but quickly wiped her eyes to cover her weakness. "Brother.." He looked down to the woman and the tombstone. "Your brother was a good, honest man... Even though you two had your disputes, and claimed you hated each other, I saw through it. I know you two cared most about each other, it was a bond no one could break.. We were scheduled to be married this month." She stopped. "Good things never last." She muttered standing up. "Give up this serious act Kainzu.." He relaxed his muscles and looked to the woman before him, he couldn't hold back any longer, he instantly burst into tears, running towards her, as she embraced him in a motherly hug, rubbing the back of his head, and scratching behind his ears, his tail swayed sadly, as he wrapped his arms around the woman's waist. "H-he's gone...!" He sobbed. "I'll never get to see him again.... I'll never get to build snow forts, or throw snowballs at each other, or make a pillow fort..." "Kainzu.. It's ok..." "But.." "Shh hun, everything will be fine. As long as we let the light of Pharos Sirius guide us." At that moment, he remembered his brothers last words, and felt relieved. As if his brother was there, hugging the two, a warmth filled the two's hearts, as a small smile formed on their faces. "May the light of Pharos Sirius ever guide you." Archers soft voice rang out in the pair's ears, he spoke one last time. "Do not give up, ever, let my death power you, let my Aetherical energy flow through your minds, and bodies. Let the light guide you, follow that light!" A burst of Aetherical matter erupted from the tombstone, making the room glow a bright blue. The two stood up, and dusted off their clothing. "Raz, fetch me my brothers weapon..." He looked to the other woman. "Please." She gave a quick nod, and began back to the lift. "Well then, while we wait, how about we head into the Ragnarok Core?" Catherine spoke up as the lift began to move upwards. "Sure, I'd like to see what that beast was trying to protect." He muttered and began walking towards the new formed mechanical bridge. "I will await her Lt. Halone." Sol saluted, then waited by the lift, waiting for Raz's return. "Let's get going Catherine." he looked up to the taller woman, his ears perked up, a smile formed on his face. "As you wish!" She smiled back, then led the way across the mechanism. 

Journal 2/6/15

Bruh- to me it means Cousin.

Nice- Really cool, good job

LEL- Laughing Extremely Loud

Surprise! Rage: Archer Halone

Age: 20

Race: Hyur (Human)

Bio: Archer, is Kainzu's older brother. Adopted at a young age by Kainzu's mother. They never thought of it that way though. They didn't care about if they were different from eachother, they were brothers, and that was all that mattered. After rescuing his younger brother in the Satasha Seagrot, he and Catherine met, and fell for eachother. Archer then, began to travel La Noscea with the two, Kainzu, and Catherine, until stumbling upon a odd Aetheric formation, known as the binding coil. He, Kainzu, and Catherine, founded the Ragnarok Central Core Research Facility, and began excavation. It was then that they found the entrance to the Core, but alas, it was the end of Archer.

Journal 2/4/15

My lucky item, are the fortunes I have on the back of my phone. It's pretty much all and illusion, but when in doubt, I rub the back of my phone, and sure enough, slowly things get better. 

Rage: Questions Comments Concerns?

If you have any questions, or would like to read chapters as I finish them, comment with your email and I'll send you it as soon as I can, if you have any questions, nows the time to ask!

Rage: Places!

Here are just some pictures of places you will be visiting when reading! 

Center stage in the Central Core

Chapter 2

Ragnarok Central Core Research Facility

Throughout book.

Limsa Lominsa, La Noscea

Throughout book, big in Chapter 3

Rage: Ragnarok

Ragnarok:

Age: Unknown

Race: Unknown 

Bio: Ragnarok is Kainzu's shapeshifting weapon, that can take the form of any weapon in his database. Although you look at him, and see him as a human, that is only how he was programmed to look by Archer, and if you ask why he's only wearing a white shirt, ask yourself this. Do weapons wear clothes? Throughout the story, he will be working alongside Kainzu, because that was Archer's direct order, most of the story, when he and Kainzu will talk, will be within his database, where of course, he serves tea day and night. Kainzu can access Ragnarok when needed, by pressing an Allagan Mark on both Ragnaroks Twin Blade Form, and Bow Form. 

Rage: Raz Tyuna (Yes, pronounced Tuna)

Raz Tyuna: 

Age: 19

Race: Miqo'te 

Bio: Meet the lovable Raz, a vicious lancer, who mastered arts of the Drachen. With her powers, secretly held, she is most likely the strongest of the group. She enrolled in the Ragnarok Central Core reaserch team, in hopes to find the truth of all drachen kind, and lucky for her, she may just find it.

Rage: Sol Animus

Sol Animus: 

Age: 21

Race: Miqo'te

Bio: Born and bred in a humble desert town, Sol always yearned to learn, and thus, traveled the world to learn new, and different types of magic, until he stumbled upon an ancient tome, that forever changed the way he thought, and used magic. During the first arc, he will be a just an everyday doctor, and after the battle against Amon, he decides to reveal himself to the group.

Rage: Catherine Halone

Catherine Halone:

Age: 19

Race: Human

Bio: Catherine Halone, is Kainzu's soon to be sister in law, but after the death of Archer, the wedding was no more. She weilds an angelic staff, that can only be used by powerful padgals. (Magicians specializing in healing magic.) She throughout the story will use this weapon, to protect lives from the evil that awaits.

Rage: Kainzu Halone

Let's start with the main character! 

Kainzu Halone: 

Age: 17 

Race: Miqo'te (Cat person in simpler terms)

There will be two sections in "Rage", the first arc, will be focused on the loss of Kainzu's older brother, the second arc, will mainly be based around the Ragnarok Central Core, Kainzu in the first arc will be wielding duel blades, named Ragnarok, who is also a character in this story. During the second arc, he will change to a bow, after a horrifying event. 

Rage Presentation!

As you probably know, I am writing a story, or novel, called "Rage", and today I would Like to introduce some characters! Sadly, we are missing one very important character, and I apologize for the inconvenience. Enjoy!

Journal 2/2/15

I love my father, I feel if I were to loose him, I don't know if I would be able to move on. I don't know wherei would go, what I would do, I can't even think about it, because it would ruin me, I'd change. Nothing would be the same for me ever again. My father is pretty much my life, sure stuff happens and we get angry with each other, but that's bound to happen in a healthy relationship. What I'm trying to say is, if you truly hold someone dear, and you feel the same way I feel, show it.