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Post by Beelzebibble on Jul 26, 2008 12:37:30 GMT -5
"No problem, it doesn't look like there was any damage to either..." Brogue broke off and stared as Shawn Martin almost -- Brogue could hardly describe it -- plugged his leg back into a normal-looking position. It now looked as good as new.
Brogue leaned forward.
"Okay, I'm Terrian Brogue, I'm just visiting, and I'm really curious about what kind of technician exactly you--"
This was not, apparently, Brogue's moment for finishing sentences, because the sound of metallic clanging underneath a nearby manhole cover, followed by the same manhole cover's abrupt journey into the air, rendered him silent.
Brogue found it difficult to reply to the newcomer's hearty greeting. "Whelkshore," he finally said vaguely.
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 28, 2008 21:09:17 GMT -5
OOC - And for reference Kaz, Slys lab is neither dank nor 'smells'... The lab is A) Huge (The center is located right under Sly and Lees houses. You can't see the walls from there cause they are so far away. It stretches for miles in every direction. If the lab were to blow Cherry grove would collapse and be destroyed... *cough*) B) Brightly lit (Florescent lighting everywhere) C) Plain (there are "sections" of the lab. The factory I mentioned earlier is so far away you can't see it. There is also a section where Sly keeps his space ship. There are a few other sections but they are so spaced out that you have to use a teleportation system to get from section to section. Every where else is pretty much shelves with all of the devices ever created by the Andalites. Some of the machines are so big that they set in a clear plain section, like the rejuvenation chambers The floor is actauly like a forest, dirt covered in 26 flavors of grass. The ceiling is white. ) D) Smells Good! (Think a forest with a sugar cookie factory) E) Think like the type of lab the fbi or cia would build. Thank you very much
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 28, 2008 21:35:16 GMT -5
Valon took a deep breath as he stepped into the massive lab that he had come to know as Sly's favorite haunt. A slightly sweet scent danced about the air like the fumes that wafted from bakeries. There was something about this vast place that set Valon at ease. Possibly it was the time that he had spent here with Sly over the years or simply the time away from the stressful life of being a King. Whatever it may be it was wonderful to be back once again.
Valon let his aura surround him and floated just above the ground as he followed Sly deeper into the lab. Valon always found it distrubing that Sly ate this grass and he didn't want people to tread on his meals so he hovered whenever in the lab. Not thinking much, Valon grabbed a device that looked to be a wrench from a shelf. He began spinning the device in his hand until a laser fired straight into the ceiling causing a large burn. Valon quickly dropped the wrench and hurried along after his friend.
"So Sly, Where do we go from here?"
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 28, 2008 22:09:48 GMT -5
Slys stalk-eye peered curiously at the burn. <Shame, I thought you learned your lesson after the incident with the Matter Re-Formatter.> The same stalk-eye looked over at one of the support columns that had half a sofa sticking out of it. There were no seams; the sofa cushions and frame were fused perfectly with the stone column. It was even sturdy enough for someone to sit if they were capable of jumping that high.
<I was trying to search for left over teleportation fields and Enders brain waves, but he caught on quick and masked himself. I had him for a sec but not long enough to track his location. He simply registered then disappeared. Now I am focusing all the computer power on finding left over teleportation fields.>
OOC - LEEEEEEEE
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jul 28, 2008 22:31:11 GMT -5
"Personally, I like that couch." Natalie muttered distantly, staying close to Sly and listening to his plans and directions. She had no idea what Zebedee was hoping to accomplish, but she knew that anywhere Ender could even go on foot in the next two hours would be above the lab. If there was any place that they could find him from, this was it.
"Did you try searching for wind speed anomalies? Unless Ender was conscienscious enough of the minor details of teleporting, anything of his mass suddenly disappearing would be a considerable reading due to the vacuum left behind. Run a program searching only in those areas that have displayed peculiarities in that department compared to the prevailing conditions and previously recorded data." Natalie bit her lip, trying to think of any other data that would be left behind. By performing a fast search in the likely areas, they could possibly get a much quicker result than the full city sweep. Ender had to still be out there, somewhere.
<Hey Sly, it's Zebedee. Just let me know when you're done with the instrumentation, okay? I'm preparing a drastic measure in case you guys fail.> Zebedee's voice spoke clearly in Sly's mind, carrying a distinct tone of distraction. He was up to something, but he hadn't tipped his hand just yet.
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Post by AngelicTragedy on Jul 28, 2008 22:51:13 GMT -5
"The Matter Re-Formatter was not my fault. I come from a society that doesn't use such advanced technology and I was curious...Hold on a minute." Valon said as he suddenly trailed off in thought.
Valon pulled out a long wooden pipe from the air and studied it for a few moments. Twisting images of dragons danced along the side of the wooden flute and seemed to glow a slight green color. He placed the flute to his lips and played a short toon that echoed in the cavernous lab. As soon as the last note of the song faded away a cloud of smoke filled the area.
As the whisps of smoke cleared a flock of raven-like dragons appeared around the area, squalking at their masters summons. Valon held his flute like a batton and began making quick swirling motions. A green ring appeared and shimmered softly in the air. Valon tossed the flute high into the air and it vanished just as suddenly as it had appeared.
"Your mission is to search for Ender. Spread out and report back to me as soon as your find him. Move out!" Valon shouted to his flock of Seekers as the all began to pass through the small portal he had created to the surface.
"They'll give us an overhead advantage and unless he's in a fully covered area we'll find him shortly. My Seekers have never failed before." Valon said as he closed the portal and waited for something else of intrest to happen.
OOC- HA HA!! A way to search for Ender and to find our friends overhead!! DL wins the topic!!
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Post by bulbaboy on Jul 28, 2008 23:35:27 GMT -5
“Whelkshore!! Ha!” the man said as he pulled himself though the small manhole and out onto the pavement. The only way to describe what occurred as the man exited the sewers was ‘awkward’. Once his arms and shoulders were through it looked as though he was stuck. Instead, his body continued to rise causing his ample body to spill out over the edges. When he was finished the site was impossible. He had to be at least nine feet tall and was nearly five feet wide. The opening beneath him barely stretched two and half feet.
The man wore a red-checkered shirt with a pair of overalls. His blonde hair was ragged and messy, held out of his eyes by a pair of goggles wrapped around his forehead. A large blonde beard covered most of his face. His hair and beard almost created a mane like effect.
“I ain’t never been in Whelkshore before.” He said as he looked around, “By da way, my name is Jonas. Nice ta meet ya fellas!”
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Sly shifted a few dials allowing the sensors to account for vacuum displacement. Immediately five distinct locations stuck out. The scanners focused on each area going through the surrounding area and determining the cause.
Mia followed Rick into the lab. It was an amazingly large place and even though they were below ground, she didn’t feel at all claustrophobic. Her attention shifted around the room as she eyes all the devices. She watched as Rick took a few bottles from a cabinet.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Phoenix tears. We have no idea what shape Ender will be in so it doesn’t hurt to grab them while we wait.”
Mia smiled. She knew nothing about Rick’s friends but based on what was happening they were all good people doing everything they could to save their friend.
“Remember though, I’m a white mage. I am just as good as those bottles.”
“No, you’re better.” Rick winked.
As Sly leaned over the terminal he was sure he could hear Nat mock-gagging under her breath. If he had a mouth, he would have laughed, though it wouldn’t have been for long.
<Found it.> Sly said as his body began to shrink down to a smaller size. Long feathers replaced his fur and a beak ripped out of his face. Half way though the morph he reached up to a large blue button and the terminal and pressed it just before his fingers evaporated.
“Warning! Emergency Teleportation Activated! Brace Yourself!” An electronic voice stated throughout the lab.
Immediately there was a flash of light causing the group to be extracted from the lab and deposited on a street corner in Whelkshore near the park. But instead of standing positions they reappeared several feet in the air, a common problem Sly’s teleportation devices had. Rick caught Mia and floated down to the ground. Sly flew over to the area his computers had determined to be the spot and demorphed.
He pulled a small iPod like device and began to scan the area. Sure enough Ender had been here seating on this bench. Sly looked over and saw three men, two somewhat normal, the other a giant. Sly peered closely at the most normal of the three.
<Terrian?>
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Post by ch00beh on Jul 29, 2008 0:04:19 GMT -5
OOC: Lawl decoy!
BIC: Ender looked up at the dense tree cover, unable to see the sky at all. He sat down and leaned back into the trunk of a particularly large tree, hands behind his head.
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Rie was used to being teleported by Ender places. With him, she never got disoriented because she could tell when he was about to move. She was always prepared for a teleportation with him around. Between the distant thoughts and the large, surprising electronic voice, Rie didn't brace for teleporatation; rather she prepared for a fight or for impact.
She was lost for a second but gathered her wits within the second. She dropped heavily and not quite gracefully on one knee. There was a small crack where she landed.
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Post by kazkame on Jul 29, 2008 11:14:19 GMT -5
Demitri had just seen the sight of his life. The man from the manhole was a giant lumber jack. His eyes had to adjust to see the mans face. "Well good Jonas, why were you in the sewers?" he said with a smile.
OCC: sorry hw fried my brain.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 2, 2008 21:40:35 GMT -5
OOC - Here I come to a difficult moment. Is Sly in his normal Andalite form right now? Because Sly's in his human appearance in Airship, and hasn't adopted his normal form yet in Triannual, so Terrian by all rights should be completely taken aback by this strange unknown creature. Also, I can't feel safe in assuming how Terrian is going to feel about Natalie and Valon by the time Triannual is over -- you know, like whether or not he would care to acknowledge their existence -- so that complicates things too. Still I will make this post as safe as possible and then possibly edit it later if inconsistencies arise.
This was now the third impossibly peculiar thing to occur to Brogue over the course of ten minutes, and he ordinarily would have -- or he had the feeling Terrian ordinarily would have, at any rate -- dealt with the shock by slipping away amid the bustle and vanishing. However, in this case, Brogue had the car, which would make his getaway much more conspicuous -- and, more importantly, he actually recognized a few of the seven people who had just apparently materialized out of thin air.
Natalie and Valon, whom he remembered altogether too well from his last visit to Cherrygrove, were flanked by three young human (human-looking, he thought he should correct himself) strangers, and -- as he was considerably happier to see -- Rie was with them as well. She dropped onto one knee which slammed, perhaps painfully, into the pavement, but Brogue no sooner opened his mouth to call out her name when he noticed the seventh being who had just appeared.
His first thought was "centaur", but although that would do for a general description, this creature probably wasn't what the ancient Greeks had had in mind. It had blue fur, no visible mouth, what looked like a pair of antennae, and a blade at the end of its long tail.
Brogue had an instant's leisure time to ponder whether to try for the car, abandon it and run, hide behind the enormous Jonas, or simply go insane right where he was standing, before a thought struck him. It wasn't his.
<Terrian?>
Brogue took a step back. That wasn't the original Terrian's thought. Obviously not, since Terrian wouldn't send that thought to Brogue -- but, more to the point, that wasn't Terrian's voice. That wasn't his voice. It was deeper and colder. In truth, it sounded almost familiar to Brogue, but it seemed slightly garbled, like a radio with interference, and he couldn't recognize it.
Brogue knew of one person with proper telepathy -- not the restricted form Terrian and the duplicates could employ among themselves -- but that person wasn't here, and if Ender had wanted to contact him from elsewhere, he ought to have been able to pinpoint the original Terrian. Brogue supposed, therefore, that this person was one of those seven who had just appeared.
He looked at Rie again. He knew she had similar powers to Ender, but -- no, it wasn't her voice, that was immediately plain. He looked around again.
The centaur-like creature was staring directly at him.
Well. Brogue was absolutely positive that Terrian had never seen anything like that before. What was -- ? But he was frantic and confused enough as it was. He decided to try to fix this instead of only making it worse.
He couldn't respond to the thought telepathically, since it clearly hadn't come from Terrian or another duplicate, so he said aloud, quite clearly:
"A duplicate."
OOC - Man, I was expecting this post to be short and throwaway. Crap. Now I really don't want to have to retcon it later. Bulbs, can we just make a pact here and now that Terrian won't see Sly in his Andalite form in either Airship or Triannual?
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 2, 2008 22:00:53 GMT -5
"Oh goody," was the only thing Natalie could say before being whisked away by the teleportation device. The instant that Natalie realized her location, she pitched forwards, throwing her head after her feet and successfully landing a frontwards flip on the rough sidewalk. She glanced around her surroundings for a moment.
"Terrian?" She asked the moment Sly sent his thoughtspeak, and followed his stalk eyes to see the dashing young gentleman standing there in shock. "What the hell brings you around here?"
OOC: Didn't want to take BB's post over, so a small one here.
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 2, 2008 23:15:11 GMT -5
OOC - Yeah, I'm prolly done with Airship. And as for Triannual I haven't used the "Human form Sly uses Mews Psychic sword transformation" in awhile so we are good."
Also, for myself as a general rule, I treat on going topics as not having happened yet. Makes the history messy sometimes but keeps the topics themselves less confusing. I usually will only reference a topic that is done.
I will post later tonight or sometime tomorrow.
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 3, 2008 15:08:27 GMT -5
<Of course! That intriguing power of yours allows you to multiply yourself, but as I understand it you should still remember me regardless of how spread out your conscious is…> Sly trailed off as he realized that Terrian had only ever seen Sly in his human morph. <How forgetful of me. I’m Sly, from the airship. I never explained I was a shape shifter.>
Sly would have continued on explaining about his ability to morph but his handheld scanner had started beeping. Lists of data were scrolling along the screen and despite having no mouth, it was clear the results were unsettling. Jonas, taking interest in the device Sly was using, had lumbered over to try and get a better look.
“Nifty little do-hickey. Id it one of dem iPhones?” Jonas asked completely unbothered by Sly’s appearance, “I had a iPhone, but I rewired it ta make a processor fer my bikes’ GPS.
Sly cast a glance at Jonas then went back to what he was doing, <I hate to sound rude but please, for the time being, don’t bother me.>
Jonas shrugged and turned to look at the rest of the group. His eyes quickly fell upon Nat, Mia, and Rie. He ran a hand through his unkempt hair and winked at each of them in turn. Mia edged closer to Rick, who had moved over towards Terrian.
“Hi, my name’s Rick. Looks like you have met my father before,” the mage said as he motioned back towards Sly, “He’s not purposely ignoring you, but there’s an urgent matter right now he needs to focus on. You’re names Terrian right?”
<Trace amounts of skin cells and DNA, as well as the remnants of a fading teleportation field. So for a moment at least he had been here but the field has degraded to much to tell where he went.> Sly finally said aloud to the group. It was clear that he was not presenting everything the scanner had revealed but it was all he was going to say, though there was a good chance that the information would find its way into Lee’s head regardless of Sly’s will. The andalite turned and face Terrian again <You haven’t seen Ender have you? It’s very important we find him soon. Complications have risen concerning his physical health.>
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Post by ch00beh on Aug 3, 2008 18:02:31 GMT -5
Rie stood up from her one knee drop as if she hadn't hit herself at all. She brushed some dirt off her knee then looked at Terrian. She flashed what could have been interpreted as a smile at him.
"Fancy seeing you here, eh?"
She completely ignored Jonas.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Aug 4, 2008 12:29:16 GMT -5
OOC - I guess I can relieve this duplicate of his duties, since I'm feeling happier and happier with the duplicate in Triannual.
Brogue's immediate response to these three questions was to take another step back and get in touch with Terrian.
Rie, Sly, and a bunch of others just teleported onto the street. I can't stress enough how much you need to get here.
What? Really? Where did they come from? What are they doing?
I don't know yet; they've been questioning me all over the place. Apparently I'm more suspicious than they are. Are you coming? We're just outside the park.
Oh, all right. Good, I'm only a few blocks away.
How's your--
Don't worry about her, I'll pretend I'm a secret agent or something, that always works. See you soon.
Having finished this mental conversation, Brogue supposed he had no choice but to respond to the physical ones. He began by looking pointedly at Natalie.
"...Not teleportation?" he ventured. "It's this 'car' thing, I'm sorry, but I'm still really hooked on the idea -- uh, hi, Rick, nice to meet you; yeah, it's Terrian, but I'm a duplicate, so you might as well just call me Brogue -- and Rie, I'm just scouting around Whelkshore for Terrian's benefit. He's on his way here."
Brogue finished by looking at Sly. "So, should I just talk normally to you, or...? Well, no, I haven't seen him lately. I -- we -- only came back to Whelkshore relatively recently."
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Post by ch00beh on Aug 4, 2008 13:36:49 GMT -5
"I've always wondered what it would be like to genuinely refer to myself in the third person..." She was wondering aloud, trying to distract herself from Ender. If not for the fact that her face wasn't used to displaying any emotion whatsoever, one might have been able to discern a twinge of sadness. But her face was not contorted in any particular fashion, her eyes being the only thing out of place. They stared off into the air as she contemplated the third person. OOC: I like the part where I'm not really putting much effort into posts in my own topic.
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Post by bulbaboy on Aug 5, 2008 15:22:09 GMT -5
Sly nodded, <That’s grave news.>
<We’ve run up against a dead end here,> Sly said to only Lee, <If you’re plan is ready, I would suggest putting it into action.>
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Post by Tout-Perd on Aug 13, 2008 23:20:28 GMT -5
<Alas, I really had been hoping to avoid doing this... If I go ahead, I may just cause entirely new problems to crop up.> Zebedee paused. <Give me a whole buttload of red lights on the grid here. I want there to be minimal issues with traffic.> His voice was uncertain, evidently trying to still chart the best course of action. Sly immediatiately responded, messing with a small device resembling a cellphone that he had reached for the moment Zebedee had requested technical assistance.
<You're all good. I gave you a two minute set of red lights on every crossing I could. Hopefully we didn't cause too many traffic tickets.>
<Indeed. Say a prayer for me.>
<Prayer?> Sly's question went unanswered, as the readings on his devices suddenly began to fluctuate. Numbers skyrocketted and then plunged to the bottom of the scale, and teleport signatures began appearing all over the city at a phenomenal rate, almost like an army was teleporting into the city. Green lights began flickering all around the group, looking like flames burning away about three feet off the ground. A quiet hum accompanied them, like the noise of power flowing through high tension wires.Jonas, even from his lofty height, could see the sea of fire stretching to the horizon. A pale verdant glow was cast over the group, the light from the eminations overwhelming even that of the sun.
"Testing... One, two, three. Testing." Zebedee's voice emerged from the center of each of the glows, echoing all about as far as the group could comprehend.
"What... the... ****?" Natalie growled, glaring at the display. She reached out her hand, passing through one of the fireballs harmlessly.
"This might be a little loud, but such precautions are neccessary to ensure we get the full attention of specific parties." Zebedee droned, his voice affecting boredom. A moment later, the group was deafened as a crack of thunder sharply cut through the morning air, seemingly surrounding them on all sides, and rolling out over the countryside. As the intense echoes began dying down, Zebedee spoke again.
"Anyways, sorry for the disruption, everybody. This may be a matter of life and death for some of us, but I understand you all being upset about me interupting your daily lives. Again, I apologize." Zebedee's tone was as appeasing as could be managed for somebody who had just essentially thrown a firecracker into every single room in the entire city.
"Back to the point. Anyways, a friend of mine, though I will not state his real name, is about to do something really, really stupid. I'm not saying that it's really bad that he wants to have some peace to himself, but I do wish that he would at least stop by, and actually say good bye to the people that will miss him. If he doesn't... Well, it's best to make amends while you still can. And if this friend truly wants to rest peacefully, that's clearly in everybody's best interests. So, anyways, if you do listen to me, I'll see you around. If not... Uh... I guess, goodbye, good luck, and God bless." Zebedee's voice faded out and the flames flickered away. A moment later, Zebedee appeared on his hands and knees beside the group, panting for breath. Green sparks cascaded to the pavement and then flickered away like snowflakes in one's grasp.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Sept 8, 2008 12:23:26 GMT -5
Terrian's ears rang as he watched the green flames die out around him where he stood on the sidewalk. Yeah. His duplicate had definitely run into what was becoming the standard bunch of crazies.
He began to walk again, more quickly now, making his way to the park. He rounded another corner and there was his car, with the duplicate Brogue standing beside it. There too was another menagerie of people who looked, to varying degrees, supernatural. At the far end of that particular spectrum was -- shit -- some kind of Lovecraftian centaur who was -- But Brogue had noticed Terrian and was hurrying toward him.
"What the hell is that?" Terrian asked, but Brogue cut him off.
"That's Sly. Listen, it's not worth retreading all this, let's just merge."
"What about the crash--?" Terrian started to say, but in another moment Brogue had walked directly onto the same spot where he was standing, and then Terrian's head was briefly filled with a stop-motion recreation of the crash with the motorcycle. The biker's name was Shawn Martin, "postal technician", and his leg wasn't behaving just the way biological legs usually did. The hulking one had come out from below, in the sewers, and his name was Jonas. The centaur was, indeed, Sly, who it seemed was a shapeshifter. The unknown man on his hands and knees on the pavement was the one who had broadcast that message. And there too, standing among them, were Natalie and Valon, and Rie.
And Ender was missing. Perhaps dying. Terrian bit his lip, considering this.
Then he addressed the group at last. Some of them, those he hadn't met before, were staring at him in shock. He thought this was rather inappropriate considering what had just happened with the man's voice and the green flames, but then he remembered that they had just seen him absorb a completely identical young man into himself.
"Well, hi, guys. I'm Terrian Brogue. Can I... interest you in some search parties?"
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 6, 2008 12:38:38 GMT -5
OOC – I don’t thin this ever got the closer it deserved and I am tired of waiting for ch00bs to reply to my pm.
BIC – <We’ve done all we can do at this point Terrian,> Sly answered the young man, <After all this has transpired this night, if we still don’t hear from Ender, then we won’t be able to find him. He’ll make certain of that.>
Sly helped Lee to his feet and, like the others, waited. Whether they were proven champions of this world or simply the new guys no longer mattered. In this situation they were all the same, unable to do anything more but wait and hope.
After what felt like hours their attempts had still gone unanswered. Rick was setting on the curb near where the wreck had been. Mia had joined him but the events of the night had exhausted her. Now, her head rest on Ricks shoulder, she desperately fought a losing battle against sleep.
Jonas, one of the newcomers, hadn’t really been sure what to do. Silence and patience weren’t really his best attributes; in fact they weren’t really attributes he had at all. He now stooped over the smashed-up motorcycle, fixing parts as he came to them. Despite his limited tools and the extent of the damage he had made quite a bit of head way and would more than likely have the vehicle fixed by morning if he kept his current pace.
Sly was near Lee, whom he had been silently speaking with since they had began waiting. They loved Ender; he had been like another son to Sly and a brother to Lee. But there were issues that would need to be taken care of in the likely event that Ender held steadfast with his intentions. It was mainly out of concern for the others that they kept this discussion between the two of them, though partially out of fear of Nat or Rie’s reactions to such a discussion.
Eventually Sly moved those still waiting to his own home by expanding the field on his teleport watch. Mia now rested comfortably in Rick’s old bed and had been sound asleep for hours. Downstairs, where all the carpets had been replaced with grass floors, was where the others had gathered.
Sly was making breakfast for everyone as dawn rapidly approached. As he stirred the gravy one of his stalk-eyes looked over the counter and into the living room. Rick sat on one end of the sofa as he flipped through channels on the tv. He never lingered on one for more than a few seconds and didn’t seem to really be looking for anything in particular. In the middle of the couch sat Lee – eyes closed and head bowed. On the other end of the couch resided Nat who had continually been shifting her sitting position for an hour. It didn’t surprise Sly that she was restless; she was a warrior like him. The andalite had learned to cope with times like these long ago but Nat was still young and unfortunately would have more times like this to teach her the patience required.
Over in an arm chair was Rie, asleep. Though she hadn’t made a sound since they arrived back, Sly had noticed her cheeks were tear stained when he draped a blanket over her. Terrian was around somewhere though Sly wasn’t sure where. It was possible he was outside overseeing Jonas as the rotund man continued to work on fixing the other man's motorcycle.
OOC – So yeah I’m not sure how we should end this, but it deserves a better ending then were we all left it.
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Post by ch00beh on Dec 6, 2008 16:12:22 GMT -5
OOC: Surprise! I was totes going to surprise you guys earlier, but I had a project due.
BIC: Green flames danced in front of Ender. He put his guard up again, withdrawing all stray thoughts and emotions into his head, readying himself to teleport elsewhere if needed. He didn't even make a motion to touch the fire, with his hand or his mind, in case it was a trap.
"...I guess, goodbye, good luck, and God bless," said the green flames with a familiar voice.
The fire disappeared. Ender kept his guard up for a moment longer, then relaxed. He had been sitting under the same tree the entire time, but had jerked upright at the flame. He went back to slouching, allowing his head to rest against the tree trunk. A nearby root gave him a place to rest his elbow while holding his head.
Maybe he was too hasty in leaving. He knew that they would miss him, that they would go after him. Was this running away just a selfish last act to be alone, just under the generic guise of 'I want to keep you guys safe?' Most definitely. Ender stood up and disappeared.
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Rie had known the teleport was coming this time, so she braced for the proper impact and prepared for the scenery switch. She managed to be the one person to appear inside a tree trunk, which was lucky, she supposed, because she could easily deal with it.
Soon after mindlessly following the rest of the group inside the house, she found herself on an arm chair staring blankly at a wall. Occasionally, she had slipped so far into thought that she found herself literally sinking into the chair, but caught herself before anyone noticed. Eventually her zombie stare became a light sleep.
Exactly 3 tears fell down her cheeks while she was in the zone between consciousness and unconsciousness. While conscious, she could easily hold back anything. While unconscious, if she told herself to stay still, her body would automatically make as little fuss as possible. Between those two states, something was always bound to come out.
Dawn was approaching.
"Hey guys." The door was open and Ender was standing there.
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 20, 2008 22:18:55 GMT -5
OOC - Due to lack of responses I propose Sly and Ender go to a Casino and make Bank!
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Post by ch00beh on Dec 31, 2008 13:24:23 GMT -5
OOC: I propose that people just post in the rp.
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Post by Hamuu on Dec 31, 2008 13:59:34 GMT -5
OOC: And make Bank!
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Post by Tout-Perd on Jan 4, 2009 12:11:26 GMT -5
OOC: Part of this takes place before Ender shows up. I got some stuff to say.
BIC: Zebedee sighed loudly, lifting his head only about an inch before dropping back again. He hadn't been able to sleep at all, even though he had tried for four hours to get to sleep last night. Tears didn't mar his cheeks, though they did look slightly reddened, as if he had been wiping at them all night.
"I've done everything I can... I know that we aren't supposed to just keep mindlessly repeating one prayer, but it seems like that's all that I can do these days. It's all 'Please bring Ender back', 'Please bring Ender back', 'Please bring Ender back... It's all I've got in my head- Heck, it's all I've had in my head since he left," Zebedee muttered, his voice barely audible if not for his comrades' superior hearing.
"Just shut up. All your whining isn't going to help anything, idiot," Natalie growled, casting a glare in the general direction of Zebedee.
"It's hard to keep everything bottled up inside in a situation like this. It's not like one of my goldfish is belly up. This is Ender..."
"You think I don't know that? As you said, it's the only thing ANYBODY is thinking about right now... Except those guys in the garage," Natalie flickered, reappearing on her feet and stalking over to the counter.
"Anyways, Sly, why are you even letting them stick around here? This is a situation for us, not for them. Right now isn't a time to be having company over!" Natalie seized an egg from the counter, and crushed it in her fist.
"Nat, they needed somewhere to-"
"Send them to the halfway house or something! I really don't feel like dicking around with lardo, coma guy, and that little backstabber!"
"Nat!"
"Hey, if they heard me, all the better. They aren't welcome around here, and they should know it!" She stepped over to a trash can, and flicked the gooey remnants of the egg into it.
"Anybody's welcome here.Our goal is to help people," Zebedee rubbed at his eyes wearily, and then slouched lower.
"Maybe regularly, and that's all swell and good. But as I said, this isn't the ****ing Thanksgiving Turkey Raffle! We've helped enough people, let them help themselves! Right now, the only thing that matters is helping us!" Natalie had her jaw clenched tightly, and her fists clenched even moreso.
"Nat..." Zebedee gave up on his argument, and resumed quietly murmuring prayers.
"Forget this! I'm going-" Natalie paused in mid-turn, staring at the open door.
"Ender!" Zebedee bolted upright, wearing a bittersweet smile. He pushed his bangs aside, and tried to meet Ender's gaze. He had little success, though, as it seemed Ender's gaze had already focused on the sleeping Rie.
"So, you're back now, huh?" Nat turned away from him, and began to walk away. She checked the fridge for dangerous buttons with a glance, and then leaned against it nonchalantly.
"It's really great to see you. I thought that you were long-gone by now..." Zebedee's grin grew slightly, exposing an area on his lower lip that looked rather haggard, as if he had been chewing on it since Ender's disappearance the previous day.
"Not much of a surprise, here. I knew he'd be back," Natalie shrugged, and slumped slightly more heavily against the cold steel of the appliance.
OOC: Eh, not exactly perfect, but I took care of what I needed to before my big scene here. Photu, your turn! Or Choobs, really.
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Post by Beelzebibble on Jan 4, 2009 13:55:04 GMT -5
OOC - Bulbs said that Jonas was fixing a car, apparently Terrian's, but the car was okay in the collision, just nicked up a bit. Let's say Demitri's motorcycle got a little smashed up instead, to justify Jonas working on something in the garage. Also, a bit of Jonas and Demitri autoing, sorry.
The rising sun cast a silvery light on Terrian's car in Sly's driveway. He had declined to teleport, primarily so he wouldn't leave behind the car; it had been all he could do to find his rental again the last time he'd visited Whelkshore. Also partially because teleportation kind of made him nauseous, as he'd discovered during that previous visit. He'd given Shawn Martin, postal technician of the Whelkshore, a lift, along with his sopping backpack. Now the two of them stood in Sly's garage, watching Jonas patch up Shawn's bike.
"'At'll just about do 'er, I tink," Jonas said, and turned to Terrian. "Yer lucky yer car din't get bashed none, mister."
"Yeah, it's..." Terrian broke off as Shawn Martin's head drooped and he fell to the garage floor with a clatter.
"Oh wow," said Terrian. "So you -- you thought you'd better clock out again, huh? Here." And he tried to lift the fainted Shawn up, but the man was heavier than he'd expected, especially around the legs. This made sense to Terrian in a dimly horrifying way.
"Need a hand?" Jonas asked, and he was there in a second to help lift Shawn, which would have been just fine if one of Shawn Martin's pant legs hadn't rolled up, displaying a glint of metal.
"Oh -- the bike!" Terrian gasped, and he kicked the motorcycle's stand loose with one deft heel. Shawn's motorcycle fell against the far wall with an even greater clatter, knocking down a ladder, a rake, and other possessions of Sly's. Jonas hurriedly turned around to set things right, which gave Terrian the chance to sit the comatose Shawn down on a lawn chair and investigate his ankles.
They were robotic. Terrian gently rolled one of the pant legs further up. Robotic at least as far as the knee. Without a word, he rolled the cloth back down to the postal technician's shoes and set about helping Jonas.
"Some mess 'ere, hah?" Jonas said cheerfully.
Terrian stood the rake back up against the wall. "Yeah, it's--" And that was when he was cut off by the sound of Natalie's voice from upstairs.
"I really don't feel like dicking around with lardo, coma guy, and that little backstabber!"
Terrian's face flushed. He let go of the rake and stepped back, looking stupidly up at the ceiling.
"Hey, if they heard me, all the better. They aren't welcome around here, and they should know it!"
Terrian's eyes turned to Jonas, who was already looking back at him. Evidently the man had been applying process of elimination to figure out which person in the garage was the little backstabber.
Terrian felt uncomfortably hot. He sidestepped the motorcycle and backed out of the garage. "You know what, I think I..." He looked over at Shawn Martin, who was still happily unconscious. "I'm just going to take off. Tell him no hard feelings about the crash, whenever he wakes up."
He waved to Jonas, who had forgotten to put down the ladder, and moved out onto the driveway and into the pale dawn. He had opened the front door of his car and stepped inside when he heard another cry from inside the house, not one of Natalie's. This speaker he recognized as the one who had made the magnified announcement, although Terrian didn't know his name.
"Ender!"
Terrian stopped short with his seatbelt halfway to the buckle. He sat there with the car door still open, looking up at Sly's house, feeling the blood still rushing to his cheeks. Good timing, he thought miserably.
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