EE GAD! I've been an inactive writer for far too long! RECAP! 1.)Destined's new RP rocks 2.)DMaster's antics as Cian rocks in Destined's Chron Fanfic 3.)Unsaintly Saints new sig scares the hell out of me......>.>...but I'll say it rocks... 4.)I have a new chapter up in my new fanfic "1001 nights".........which ain't half-bad....
(Author: TIME TO GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD!) Chapter 2 "WHERE THE HE-" Axel begans to bark in confusion, now finding himself in a hot desert dune sea. "Watch your language, Axel." Luxord calmly intervenes, holding up one hand and looking very much understanding of their position and very collective about it. Axel grabs Luxord by the loose material in the front of Luxord's coat, raising him up about an inch. "Answer the "where" question!" Axel commands at the still very calm Luxord. "Are you going to put me down now....?" Luxord asks, obviously stating violence will get them nowhere....yet. "Fine.." Axel growls, letting Luxord go and standing off to the side. Luxord dusts himself off slowly and then looks to Axel, taking his time. "We are inside the book, and our objectives rest within the here." Luxord says rhetoically. "That didn't answer much." Axel groans, crossing his arms and oggling Luxord hatefully. "You will see soon enough." Luxord notes, a split-second before an arrow pierces the air between them and lands with a thunk in the sand behind them. Only Axel looks potentially worried as wrap-masked men riding on stallions gallop closer to them. The bows the men are weilding are drawing once again for another shot. "Do something!" Axel says quickly at Luxord, trying to save his own hide without much effort. "Cease!" Luxord says with authority at the 40 men riding in rows on stallions. Immediatley, they cease, the horses frozen in time. Axel, bewildered and confused, examines the men and their horses closer. Noting that some horses were mid-gallop, and some men were still about to shoot their arrows, he could only guess what Luxord had done. "How'd you do that..?" Axel asks both interested and confused, facing Luxord directly. "Our mission does not lie with them just yet...." Luxord says omniously, not answering to Axel, making a sweeping motion with his hand at the forty men and forty horses. "We must go to the direct begining." Luxord continues, looking to the sky, and immediately the scene is changed from a desert sea, to a luxurious palace throne room. Time has once again continued, and a young man sits on the throne in front of them. He is a young, clean-shaven man, most likely in his early twenties. He would have seen Axel and Luxord, if it were not for a fair maiden dressed in harem garb, dancing about the young shah tauntingly. "Tell me one of your stories Shcarhezade..." The shah sighs, eyes glaring at the woman dancing about him. The woman, shcarhezade stops with a smirkish smile hidden behind a red veil. "Whatever King Shayhar wishes of me, he shall receive..." Shcarhezade admits herself to the command. She thought for a moment, and smiled once more. "The tale I shall tell, is one of four gifts.....three riddles...and one death...." The harem girl whispers in the shah's ears, the scene now fading away. Immediatley, as vision begin to afix and blur, Axel looks to Luxord still confused. "Now what?!" He asks, trying to yell over the whir of changing sound. Luxord still looked composed in the midst of all changes. "Now it is time to retreive an item." Luxord calmly notes, in a voice not too loud, yet still suitable for the clammering around them.
OOC: ....... Wait a sec.....I've been here longer than Sweet_and_silent.... How come I can't get my name changed...?
Demyx, nose in the air likehe jus' don't care(Oi vei), accidentally hipbumps into Sora while hamster dancing to the very loud, and non-stop Madagascar song. Leon looks around in confusion as to where the music is coming from, and sees Demyx's sitar. He takes his mini-gunblade and leaps into the air, ready to cut the strings and free everyone to the fourth-wall-breaking-thrid-party-infringement-movie-tune song.
Leon suddenly blinks his eys open, entirely crusted in soot. Did he foget I was still in here....? Or does he not have an excuse for me not to kill him....? Genie takes some pictures of the soot covered and manually ripped apart sections of Wal-Mart, flashing the camera at odd angles.
Genie looks around in confusion in blank space. The post hasn't started yet so he has nothing better to do. He winks at the camera and continues to dance to "I like to move it, move it". Fading into the reality of being in the Wal-Mart staff lounge, numerous duuplenganger genies appear and start to dance with the orignal, who has a tribal cheif hat on, along with a long, fluffy lemur tail. Genie began to sing and rap to the duuplengangers destruction of certain Wal-Mart sections. "This be king Genie-ian Pon ya case , man." The genies are racing around in the suitcase aisle, ripping material from cheap leather. "I would, all the girls, to move their bodies, cause when you move ya bodies, ya gonna move'em nice, and sweet, and sassy...." The genies are rampaging like little girls through the Barbie aisle. "Alright??" Genie screams, the camera coming back onto him as two back-up genie's coeorgphy dance with him. "Nice sweet, fantastic, bigoceanon the bigtitanic" "Nice sweet, fantastic, bigoceanon the bigtitanic." The genies are ripping through the candy section and the aqua supply section. Skipping right to the end, so he could just take care of the entire store in one final blow: "Jungle Boogie! Jungle Boogie! Jungle Boogie! Jungle Boogie!" "3...2...1.." BOOM! Minor flames, ones that won't burn flesh or anything else, just cover everything in alot of soot and break the fixed windows, rise through every opening in the store, only breaking the windows and covering everyone in wal-mart in black soot. "Nice huh? I like it..." A genie duuplenganger in camera nods menacingly.
OOC: OK, I'd hate to be the annoying guy that always badgers people about staying IC, even when the person is doing a good job, but judgin' by Rouge's background, shugah, she'd haveta sound a lil' mo'e country. "Nah shugah, A'hm ok." "Wahy is evaryone so quite?" "It's nevah been this quite befo'e." XD Rouge talk weird XD BIC: "Non to fret, mon cherie." Gambit sighs deeply. He slips the platter full of biscuits back onto the table in front of Wolverine and starts searching around for some pots and pans. Wolverine grabs a biscuit hastily, animal instincts kicking in telling him food was available again. One thing was for certain: If there wasn't something to maim, kill, kick, punch, blow up, steal from, or massacare, he hated the point of gettin' up early. But he suddenly woke up fully with a start when in spark of purple and black light, a blue fuzzy elf fell onto the platter, sending them all about in a clatter. The frazzeled X-Man by the name of Nightcrawler looked around in deep embarassment, espeacially at Wolverine who was glowering at him and was covered in biscuit pieces. "Gutentag, Wolvereine(Not a spelling mishap)" Nightcrawler says meekly and grinning, waving his three digit-fingered hand in the direction of everybody in the room.
As the ground rumbled, Sebax stood unsure and shuddered. He had lowered his weapon and that was all it took for one great arm to swipe into his shoulder. He griped in pain and examined the wound. Just a wing to the shoulder, nothing too much.... still hurt like a son-of-...- "Oooh, and Sebax?" Oogie calls out sing-songingly as he makes his escape. "Thanks for the help!" He cackles and totally vansishes with Raldok. Sebax growled and bore his teeth, some way, some day, the "Bug King", would pay.... But now was not the time for revenge. Sebax leapt as the monstrousity swung around his ankles this time, barely missing the dangerous claws.
Wolverine grumbles something indistinguisable to: "Good mornin', darlin'." Under his breath and through his teeth, echoed in the emptiness of his cup. Gambit smiles charmingly at Rouge and takes a hot platter of biscuits away from the platter in front of Wolverine, with which the Old Canknuckle head was going to take one if his slow moving hand ha reached one a split-second before Gambit's hand slipped under the platter and swung it around to the front of him for Rouge.
Demyx, in sighing regret, facestrings into the guitar and suddenly makes it start playing by itself. "IDIDNTDOIT!" He yells, covering his large ears in futility. The music is playing "I like to move it, move it", continuously, and with King Julian's singing coming from somewhere inside the music itself. "Hey, I like this song!" Demyx yips gladly, uncovering his ears and starting to hamster dance.
OOC: Dude, on-the-go is the least of your worries. You repeated yourself in your last post...XD BIC: Sebax runs right into Crin just as they are leaving for Oogie's manor. He didn't know why they were leaving the square in a rush, he didn't know who they were after, and he didn't know where Radlok was or even who he really was. Maybe, just maybe, if he had known this, then the next event might never have happened. OOC: Let's just say....Sebax....kinda sorta.....stitched Oogie back together before he left for TWTNW....? That would be something to regret....right...? If that be the case, I call actin' out that "Hip Bag of Jitters", the one, the only: MR. OOGIE BOOGIE!! *Shrill cackle*
Daxter sqeauks when suddenly grabbed by Lucario, trying to wriggle free from the grip. When he's tossed into the blackhole, he keeps fading in and out in his screams until he falls flat like a pancake onto the ground. He stick his head up and sees stars, only to flop his head back down. "So emo...." He mutters confusedly in his breath. OOC: That last part was directed at L, the Emo son-ofa-gun....
At last he finds it, covered in dead leaves and gnarled brier, it just looked like a large something the earth claimed. That was the purpose of a disguise anyway, he'd congradulate Crin if he had the time and heart to, but didn't have any of either. He slammed a silent tracking beacon under the behemoth Gummi, not even a faint glow of light emitting from it. If all went well, Crin wouldn't find it until he was no longer an asset. While speaking of assests, he had forgotten about that noise that everyone followed! He had to hurry to make sure everyone was still alright and his selfishness had not costed anybody's lives. He raced as fast as he could back to the square.
Goofy clambers into the middle of Mandy and Kasha, arms extended to keep the two away from each other. "Garwsh, you guys, Dont'cha think we should get outta here now? The rain stopped!" Goofy says worriedly, even noting the weather for Larxene's sake. Luxord nods to Zexion and Lexeaus, who both nod to Vexen. Vexen replies with a strewn, worried face. "I'm not going out there!" And so with this, it took Zexion and Luxord to carry vexen out by the arms, and Lexeaus in the back to keep the feet from dragging. OOC: @HellKitten: Worse how..?
Wolverine clambers down the stairway and bursts into the kitchen mumbling. He was stank and his hair frazzeled, in yellow and blue boxers with a white muscle shirt, barefoot. He hadn't shaved and still had bedhair, however much his hair could even get mussed up naturally. He dug into the refridgerator almost blindly, finally gripping onto the neck of a Budweiser (Ol' Canknuckle head can drink, can' he? I'd expect some debate on the matter from Jean anyway, XP) He sat down on a stool and began to chug it down, pouring some into his morning coffee, then chugging the remaining down. Gambit, only in slightly better condition then Wolverine, falls out of his bed, at the sound of large feet clammering down the stairs (Wolvie...has big feet..) He landed face first into his kenetic staff, cracking his nose without breaking it. Even though the cajun didn't break his nose, he overreacted as if he did, hopping about madly in his own room, knocking over stacked decks of cards and ultimately slipping on scattered ones on the ground. Now awake, and with a bigger headache then that one time, ok, many times, at Mardi Gras, he followed Wolvering into the kitchen and brewed himself some hot coffee with light cajun spices to spike the taste, without totally making the coffee a complete buzz. Uneeding to visit and interupt the X-men and the students in their morning brisk, the Proffesor merely sat, if he could do anything else he would, in his office, having taken a cup and brew from an earlier time, which was now laid upon the hickory table. He let the steam in the cup lower a bit before taking a sip, thus returning to typing a novel about human/mutant relationships, on his computer. Far off, far away from the Xavier institute in Manchester, New York(GEO?), Banshee rose to meet the bright morning sun on Muir Island. He looked around at the lab equipment filling the lab, a tad bit more than yesterday. Forge must have had trouble sleeping and crafted more machines. He sat down at the motherboard computer frame and typed in his password, ready to continue his work from the following day. OOC: If you need a list of characters that need be filled, I can give you a nearly complete list of X-Men/FF chars.
Would you like to start first, or should I? (Consider: I make great introductories to such things that sets a clear begining for plot)
OOC: Sorry I haven't been active lately. Came down with a bad cold. I might be able to jump in every now and again, but no gurantees. By the way, has anybody taken Megavolt? I know I already have the max. char limit, I have no intentions of playing him currently unless given permisson by Destined. I just want to make sure that one character of mine [Luxord, Axel, or Darkwing Duck, I could risk LP and Gosalyn if need be] isn't stuck talking to a person who is even there yet. BIC: Luxord walked out of the portal on the opposite side. Thus by doing so, he had changed. He was now a sort of Leo toon, short hair now in a silvery blonde mane, and traces of silver-blonde whiskers around his slight snout. He was still dressed in his Organization cloak of course, but the gloves and boots were now too small to house monsterous paws, with hidden, rectracting claws, so now he'd have to walk around barefoot. He walked forward toward a soda bar (It's a Disney show, go figure) in hopes he might find the information he suddenly felt was needed when he left the Organization home world. He was so preoccupied, he did not see a fellow Feline Panthera, slightly more burgandy in the mane, thinner, and with green markings under each eye, follow him out of the same portal.
Judgin' by the new rule, I'll be takin' "Banshee", And Proffesor Charles Xavier. (We're allowed up to five chars now)
OOC: ~KA-BUMP~ Where's Dredian I cannot remember what I did with 'im.
Sebax follows in a haste, ready for anything. He'd have to stay on planet for a while, but to ensure of something, he breaks off from the group. Sliently and swiftly, he searches for that megblast ship of Crin's.
