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Post by Whisperwing on Jun 8, 2008 20:49:44 GMT -5
Faris forced herself up from the bed and stretched. CRACK. Ow, dang, it felt like she's been sleeping for months. Smoothing her feathers she started the long and aching process of descending her bedroom ladder. She managed it and landed on her feet, PJs all a mess. "...why are you so happy? It's irritating." She mumbled, wondering into the bathroom. -meanwhile- Danny zoomed up a hill, flippers flapping as his large glass eyes jutted out as telescopes. A blinking cross heirs landed on the gator. Flapping metal flippers his eyes snapped back into his head, snipping his head around and he zoomed back a few feet. PURPLE GATOR! OH LORD, FARIS HAD TO KNOW-oh? He tettered on the edge of what seemed to be the opposite side of the hill. ... ...and then promptly clattered down the opposite side only to land out of sight with an angry chatter.
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Post by SHM 128 III on Jun 10, 2008 0:53:05 GMT -5
"I prefer to call it 'cautious optimisim.'" Nate corrected as he sat down and began to eat his breakfast, "It's helped me to get through a lot of rough moments in my life... Like yesterday..." He paused for a moment as he thought about what had happened the day before. His friends were still out there somewhere... He knew they weren't in any immediate danger; he had held off their attacker while they fled. Still, he wasn't sure how far any of them could've gotten with the injuries they did substain during that attack. He had to go back out and find them as soon as possible. Maybe Farris wouldn't mind lending a hand?... His thought process was interrupted as he heard something banging on the roof of the garage. He looked upwards inquisitively and then looked back at Farris as she went into the bathroom. "Say, didja hear something just now, Farris?"
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Post by Little Jonny Human Torch on Jun 12, 2008 15:37:31 GMT -5
Graft was making his way through the extremely scorched air vent, "This MAY have been a bad idea..." The purple alligator felt the vent getting thinner and thinner and well...he WAS a pretty big reptile. He couldn't continue through the other side because he felt the tightness of the vent on either side of him keeping him stationary...a little TOO stationary. Graft heeved in a sigh, "not again." The gator seemed to have gotten himself stuck, and this vent also didn't seem very stable. It could crack ANY minute.
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Post by AnT on Jun 12, 2008 17:59:03 GMT -5
Meanwhile, a mile or two away, a yellow hover bike with two seats traveled over the green checkered lands. Piloting the bike was a large purple warlus, Rotor, and on the passenger seats was an elderly armadillo in a linen cloth, Blockhead Bill, and a frail looking deer, Shaun. Sighing, turned to Shaun, on his left. "So, nothing you remember?"
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Post by Whisperwing on Jun 19, 2008 16:05:35 GMT -5
There was a short span of running water, some fussing around in the bathroom before the door opened, allowing a pillow of steam to escape. Her feathers hung loose and vaguely damp. She took her head scarf off the mirror's frame, "...I tune most of it out, it may have been one of my generators finally kicking in." She sighs, checking herself in the mirror, wearing a yellow tank-top and a pair of jean bottoms, "Should have messed in the garage and THEN got a shower...and people call me intelligent." Danny, meanwhile was motoring around the house, blasting his siren. D: She grimaced, "DAN! STOP WITH THE RACKET!...stupid tin-can." she said, glaring into her reflection.
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Post by SHM 128 III on Jun 19, 2008 20:41:26 GMT -5
Shaun just let out a sad sigh and shook his head. "I definately remember being here in Emerald Hill..." the deer explained, "But it's a big place, and I can't remember much of what happened. Not to belittle myself, but I was probably the first person to get knocked out by whatever attacked us, so I'd have the fewest details..." He rubbed his forehead, as if that would somehow help him remember, before he slumped back into his chair and began watching the scenery pass by him. "... I'm sorry." Nate looked up as Faris left the bathroom, only to immediately gawk at what a difference a shower could make. Gone was the dirty, soot-covered peahen. In her place was a clean, sweet-smelling Faris whose damp feathers seemed to reflect the morning sunlight. Wow, she really looks different when she isn't covered in grime, Nate thought, she actually looks pretty. Really, really...Nate's thought process immediately came to a grinding hault when he suddenly noticed an all-too-familar smell in the air. ... Oh great, he was releasing pheromones again. The ferret quickly turned red with embarassment and tried to stop his hormones, in the process not even noticing Danny running around making a racket outside.
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Post by Little Jonny Human Torch on Jun 21, 2008 2:43:09 GMT -5
Graft was trying to heave and push himself through the vent, "gah...why do I bother tryin ta go through vents anymore?" he sighed, "I seem ta get stuck alot..." The gator heard a cracking noise under him and began to sweat, "oh great merciful chao..." the vent JUST then broke from under him, and he fell through and onto the ground with his bag over his head. Here was an overgrown reptile shaking in fear that he would be caught but...WAIT! He managed to crash land into the "un occupied" part of the garage, and better yet, with alot of stuff to take. He uncovered his eyes from the bag and peaked around. Graft then grinned deeply and evilly, "This is paradise." he muttered. Standing tall he went over to all the valuable tools and started to stuff them in his bag, "Gotta move fast though, that crash was pretty loud and may attract that weasly lookin guy in the window."
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Post by AnT on Jun 21, 2008 16:28:31 GMT -5
From out of nowhere, Bill came up to Shaun and wrapped an arm around his shoulders in a VERY tight grip. "Cheer, young Stick-head lad!! We have at least found the scene of your hellish battle! And with our foot on the footsteps of evil, it shall lead us to the culprit while we find your comerades along the way, and then bring justice to this cowardly brute!" "Oh noooo..." Rotor tapped on the dashboard. "The hover bike is just about out of fuel. I'm gonna have to park this thing so we won't fall on the ground, hard." He then spotted a lone house standing on the field. "Maybe those people can help." And Rotor lowered the bike out of the air, gently landing on the ground, a few yards away from the house.
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Post by Whisperwing on Jun 22, 2008 22:12:48 GMT -5
Adjusting the tightness of her head scarf, she sniffed the air. It was an odd smell, very faint, very warm. She shrugged, wracked it up to some upturned spices...that's what happens when you leave forest creatures loose in the kitchen. Thinking this, she of coarse dismissed the smell and thus missed Nate's sudden attention...completely. Slipping on her sandals she padded for the door leading into the garage, "Hold my breakfast, if the generators are on, I have to make sure they're not going to blow out on me. I do not, repeat, do not want to order new ones." she clicked the door open, sighing to the charred mass that consisted of the front portion of her workspace. The jacks were a mess, the electronics were fried, the walls were singed...that smell from earlier now overpowered by a solid mass of old burning charcoal. If she had a nose she'd wrinkle it, "Feath'in mess." Though...her eye caught sight of the vent...which was bulged? Following the screw sprung rivets she blinked to the give in the wall that connected to the back workroom, "Huh?" Then glanced back to the invention that caused the fire, a huge explosion at the center of the room. Why in the feath'in world would the vent be like that? Danny skidded to the stop, his sensors picking up approaching life-forms. His sirens dimmed and his eyes parascoped out. There seemed to be three of them, a walrus, an armadillo and a deer...on a hover bike? His eyes snapped back into his head and he spun his head around to look back towards the garage. Oh merciful emerald, the gator is GONE. Sensors indicate he's still present. THE SIREN GOES OFF AGAIN! RED ALERT! PANIC PENGUIN! He rams into the door of the kitchen with a smack! Faris jumped to the impact, spinning around. She backed up against the door leading to the second workspace with a thud. SIGH, "DAN! YOU BUCKET OF BOLTS!...huh?" She heard, something behind her, in the room. Someone was IN her generator room. Putting two and two together she spun, kicked the door open and grit her teeth. When Graft would look around...there would be a very angry fowl with a very very large monkey wrench, "...this is when you start running."
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Post by SHM 128 III on Jun 24, 2008 0:08:18 GMT -5
"Uh... Yeah... Right... Please let go..." Shaun was still trying to get out of Bill's death-grip as Rotor landed the hover craft. Nate breathed a huge sigh of relief as Faris ignored the smell. The last thing he wanted was for her to know he thought she was attractive, especially since she looked like the type who would bash your face in with a wrench rather than give you her number. ... Which appeared to be what she was right about to do to... Someone. "Uh... Faris?" Nate inquired, rising from his breakfast plate and reaching for his fighting staff, which was leaning against the wall, "Is there... Someone in there?"
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Post by Little Jonny Human Torch on Jun 30, 2008 22:21:50 GMT -5
Graft, who was in the middle of thieving, froze at the noise of a door creaking followed by, "...this is when you start running." He was pretty much dead in his tracks until he turned around to stare at a very flustered bird. "Well, looks like I've been caught" he said out of the corner of his mouth, but seemed a little more calm at the thought that the one dishing out threats wasn't as tall and/or powerful as he was. He smiled at the bird and said, "Well, you're blockin my path...kinda hard with this big bag of stuff." He took his chances against the fowl, "So looks like I need to clear the way!" he then pulled a bomb out of his bag, and threw it at the door way. "ohhh bombs, never leave home without 'em" [dice=6][rand=4046480953731970738163666325484585032978709643848290963563827769]
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Post by AnT on Jul 1, 2008 12:00:40 GMT -5
Dismounting the hover bike, Rotor spotted a lone house just a few yards away. "Hmm...I wonder if they have any fuel we can use...or a ride to the nearest fuel station." "Aye, that's fine my large friend. You gather some energy for our magical flying device; we shall guard this vehicle from any harm that comes." Bill placed a large hand on top of Shaun's head. "Um, maybe Shaun should come with me." he said, noticing the deer's uncomfortable look towards the warrior. "Maybe something should jog his memory along the way."
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Post by Whisperwing on Jul 1, 2008 14:21:22 GMT -5
The sheer audacity of it was enough to fuel this fowl temper. Winding her wrench back she twisted her torso in a perfect batting swing. [dice=6] Bomb Baseball "NATE! OUTSIDE!" Continuing the swing on contact she was back out the door, smacking into a Ferret on the way and plowing her way outside. [rand=94973233947005254657760448257753314753712190843728152887266960478]
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Post by SHM 128 III on Jul 2, 2008 19:49:10 GMT -5
Shaun simply nodded in agreement. He would've done more, but Bill's grip was starting to cut off his blood circulation. It didn't take the ferret very long to listen to Faris as she bolted out the door. Tempted as he was to see what he was running from, Nate had learned something very quickly during his travels: When someone tells you to do something, you don't wait around to see why. Plus, there was the whole fact that he smelled smoke (well... more smoke than usual in this garage). That couldn't have been good. Without even looking in the room that Graft was in, Nate made a mad dash for the door right behind the peahen. "Right behind you, mate!" he called out, diving through the door.
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Post by Little Jonny Human Torch on Jul 5, 2008 22:15:20 GMT -5
Graft looked in shock as the bomb completely missed him and headed for the generators behind him. "This is NOT my day!" the purple gator said as he rushed for the exit. He was almost out the door when suddenly.... BOOM The generators blew and so did Graft, he flew off RIGHT in front of Faris and Nate. Partly scrorched, on his underbelly, eyes closed, and his mouth hanging open. "urph" is all the gator could say in this terrible situation. At least he still had his bag of stolen goods...well until Faris gets ahold of him.
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Post by AnT on Jul 6, 2008 13:12:55 GMT -5
That explosion was loud enough to reach to Bill's ears, as if the sounds were a flock of flies willingly flying inside his ears. "HARK!!!" Bill snapped right off the bike, while accidentally pulling Shaun with him. "The sounds of danger arise in that domestic shelter! We must act!" With that, Bill charged to the house, dragging Shaun with him. "Hu-ZUUUUHHHHH!!!" "Bill!!!" he cried, trying to call him back to watch the bike. But alas, it fell in deaf ears. Rotor decided that making sure Bill doesn't cause any trouble is more important than his bike's safety.
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Post by Whisperwing on Jul 7, 2008 23:39:33 GMT -5
Just as she and Nate tumbled out into the emerald patched grass- BOOM-she tumbled to a stop. At first she didn't want to look around. Looking forward, she saw a mass of purple thief land with an almighty thud. This image marinated for a moment. Then, all was red. The silence continued as she slowly rose to her feet, beak turning over shoulder as she glanced behind her. Her fingers clenched and her jaw locked. Every feather stood on end. Her breath shortened. Then...! She started to cry. Tears of frustration poured, shoulders shook with her quiet sobbing. For the whole five minutes she allowed her frustrations to amount she seemed small. Turning on heel she glares back to the dazed reptile, that battered monkey wrench brandished firmly in hand. [glow=black,5,000] "You're mine..." [/glow] Thunder crack. She rose her wrench and brought it down so firmly into the turf, a portion of it's head embedded into the soil. Letting go, it remained there, like a sword in stone. Then, footsteps pounding, she descended upon Graft...and tried to stuff him into his own sack... "FEATHIN HOME WRECKER!" [dice=6] Danny's head whirred around to lock on the walrus and his party. He beeped quietly, Nate would have to fend for himself. So he tottered on ahead to warn the newcomers instead. BEEP! [rand=64147556127149463659377254085125193053664007098712483479934381]
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Post by SHM 128 III on Jul 21, 2008 1:14:29 GMT -5
By the time Nate managed to get back onto his feet after the explosion (already his leg was throbbing... not a good sign...), he was just in time to see Faris plant the wrench in the ground and lunge for Graft. He opened his mouth to call out to her, but quickly shut it again. It was probably better for his health if he stayed out of this one. All the deer could do was hold on as Bill dragged him unwillingly towards the now burning garage. "W-WAIT! B-BILL!" Shaun protested, "S-SHOULDN'T WE BE RUNNING AWAY FROM EXPLOSIONS!?" The ferret's ears perked up as he heard someone yelling from over the hill. He recognized that voice... Turning to face the direction the shout came from, he could spot two figures running towards them. One, he couldn't recognize, but the other... "... Shaun?"
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Post by Little Jonny Human Torch on Aug 3, 2008 22:45:40 GMT -5
[dice=6] "GAH!" the gator managed to slip away from the angry peahen. He reached down into his bag and pulled out another explosive and wailed it at her, "Can't blame me for doin' mah JOB lady!" [dice=6] Graft began to run in the opposite direction as Faris was hopefully occupied with the bomb. "See ya sucker!" Graft began to cackle evilly.[rand=74352471378426418322820098210442209405860647638788206883063131315]
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Post by AnT on Aug 3, 2008 23:29:35 GMT -5
[dice=6] @bill@ "Halt, vile thief!" Cried Bill, as he let go of Shaun and raced after Graft. "You cannot escape-GUUURH!!!" But he unexpectedly ran into the flying bomb, which exploded in his face. The force of the fiery blast shoved Bill back, near the group. While his force-field coating protects him from receiving hefty injuries, there were a few things his super power cannot protect him from. One of them was fire, which is what explosions are made of. Bill was left with burnt marks around his body, and charred-surfaces over his shell. The walrus ran up to the house, but dared not to go in the smoke. "Is everyone okay in there??" [rand=3478191682408069401544123350808379620086667632329079281319977460257]
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