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Post by RandallBoggs on Apr 19, 2005 14:30:52 GMT -5
Yeah ^_^. Between us all, he's got the more authorative voice in the party ^_^ I really liked that too.
Well....I'm trying to make this like a movie. As you can see, we haven't even reached the ship yet ^_^ Heck. For the Harry Potter one, I've got about 8 chapters JUST for the train! ^_^
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Post by RandallBoggs on Apr 24, 2005 11:03:00 GMT -5
Next chapter is up! This one mainly comprises for the night, enjoy ^_^
Chapter 4 Night of Thoughts Once Dilbert and Sarah had finished their talk over the guests, Sean, Randall, and Vee had gotten rooms on the second floor for the rest of the night. Vee remained in his bed, trying to read some of the magazines left by the last renter. He just sat on the bed and read with the light to the side on. The media was hard to read for most of them, most had been written in a language he didn’t understand. Some were the normal human words, but that was only a few. Though few to read, they were very interesting. Having such things as the Ship Show in the Spaceport’s main docking area for entertainment. Sean kept pacing in his, holding hands to the front of his face. One and awhile folding his arms and thinking. He was almost like a prisoner waiting for the Warden to give him news. He still remembered Randall’s words downstairs but was still blaming, or perhaps wanting to, himself for what had happened to Randall and Vee. He just couldn’t come to terms with it… Randall had asked for a map from Dilbert on the trail the S.S. Legacy was taking. Though Randall himself knew little on navigation, he had been in Monstropolis nearly half his life, the other on outskirts, he was intrigued by the info. He never thought that he’d find himself on a ship onward into space. Heck. He didn’t expect himself to be part of the Keyblade legend. * Dilbert closed the door to Randall’s room, a smile on his face for Randall’s interest in the maps. Heading down the hall, he noticed the room across Sarah’s was slightly open. The room was Jim’s. Curious, Dilbert headed in, opening the door fully. Sarah was looking out the window, a small white blanket on her shoulders. “Sarah?”. She turned, looking at him. “It’s late…you should get some sleep…I’m leaving for home now…I’ll be back in the morning to wish you well…”. Sarah nodded. “Good night Dilbert…” she said. Dilbert noticed she seemed alright. There weren’t any tear stains blow her eyes or a frown on her face. Maybe she did trust him and Jim. “Ok…good night Sarah…” Dilbert said, closing the door. Sarah watched as it closed, hearing Dilbert’s steps down the staircase. She had to admit that Dilbert was someone she could trust and that, after Treasure Planet, he could take care of himself as well as help Jim. She should trust Jim more now that he’s an officer and has made good decisions in his life…..maybe….it was time to let go….
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Post by RandallBoggs on Apr 24, 2005 11:03:26 GMT -5
* “Hmm…Trick Dice for alleyway gambling…..Energy Handguns markdown….Invisible lotion…doesn’t work for pens…heh heh…should get Randall with that one…” Vee whispered to himself, flipping another page of the magazine he was reading. It was a full ad magazine, just telling offers from the various retailers. Personally, he was getting to the edge of boredom. Even so much as to read every single add, as well as the sentences on the bottom that nobody pays attention to and end up having to pay more for something than they should. With a sigh at the last page, he placed the magazine to the side, under the lamp and put his hands together. It had been at least an hour and he still hadn’t gotten any sleep, which he guessed the same for Sean and Randall. He did feel better though. The pin in his stomach from the square was gone, but he was tired. He still felt the pain in his tail though, which probably was due to him twisting it in that last stunt. He lifted the covers and started rubbing his tail, trying to numb the pain. He was beginning to get what Randall must had been through that one time. Sean had mentioned once, when Vee had commented on Randall’s head scar, where it had come from. Of course, Randall’s head wasn’t the only part. His back, hands, and feet were also victims of the beating. Not to mention, his tail. Of course, Vee was starting to feel what it must have been like. “(Great…..just watch it snap off….Randall’s more lucky…his tail would probably grow back…)” Vee thought. * Sean was still pacing. Pacing and thinking. Things were getting tough for him now. He didn’t know what to think anymore. What Randall had said before still got to him. It was not the time. He didn’t want to talk about it, and he knew his friends didn’t either. But he also knew that they all had to come to terms sooner or later. Sean knew that he had to in order to live with himself. He went over to the upper right of the room, placing his hands on a desk set into the corner, looking down. “(Randall says it wasn’t my fault….and I guess Vee would say the same….but I still feel like I had done it all….)”. He held a hand to where his heart was suppose to be. “(If I’m a Keyblade wielder…why…why was my heart so weak…why was I pulled into Darkness…was….what Axel said true…)”. His breath started to become rapid. “(No….Even if I am the….one to unlock the door to Darkness…..I’ll stop it…I won’t let it happen…I don’t care what Axel says….I don’t care what anyone says…I will never let Darkness take me again….)”. He turned around, holding the desk’s rim with his hands. “…I hope we can stop this…”. * “Ugh”. Randall dropped the broken pencil, letting it roll into the dark shadow of the desk’s back. He lowered his head onto the desk, placing his top hands between his fronds and the bottom set crossed. His upper elbows slightly wrinkled the map that laid on the body of the desk, though Randall didn’t care. He leaned backward into the chair. There was no tail hole, but the slits proved to be more than enough for him. Personally, Randall didn’t know what he was doing. He had little interest in maps and nothing in the way of navigation. He folded his arms, dipping his chair backwards every few seconds. Maybe he was just trying to keep himself occupied. Maybe….all those sleepless nights in Monstropolis and now going days without it in this Heartless thing….maybe sleep was something he had gotten un-use to. He knew he had to sleep though…he just had to tire himself out or something. He was hoping that his body would get tired, but his eyes were the only thing that were. He growled slightly, looking on his left. He stuck his tail out, wrapping it around the leather strap of a very small duffle back. Pulling it over into his lower hands, he started poking through it. “(Potions…Phoenix Feathers…Elixir….jeez…what I would give for a Sleep Potion…)” he thought. He slumped in his chair, setting down his Item Bag beside his chair, still trying to think of a way to get to sleep. “(Maybe I should just train or something….hmph….Vee should be lucky he got himself hurt and….oohh…)”. Randall hit a fist against his head, to the side of his head scar. He remembered. That person who owns the Binbow Inn had given something to Vee to sleep. He knew that speaking to a human was somewhat….unnatural, other than Sean of course, but Randall practically didn’t care. He leaned the chair back up and got to his feet, feeling stupid after hitting his front left foot against an Potion in his bag, and headed out into the hall. * For a moment, he had no idea where to go. Sean’s room was to the right of his, Vee’s after his. He looked to his left, heading toward the direction of the stairs. Near the end, he found a room on the right labeled “Owners Room, Please Knock”. For a moment, Randall was thinking of not knocking, but he remembered that he had to let politeness be the exchange for something else. So, he knocked. No answer…not for a few seconds. “(Hmph….be polite and the people stiff ya…)” he thought. He turned around, placing his back to the wall beside the door, folding his arms. “..Hmm?”. He looked at the door across. One of the things Randall was good at, was noticing little things, most of which didn’t concern him. The door’s lock wasn’t fully in, the door wasn’t fully closed. Though it may looked like it was, the metal bar wasn’t in the lock. Curious, Randall went over, which was about two steps, balling his left hands into fists, just in case. He took the knob in his top right hand, feeling like a Scarer again, wanting to surprise what was inside. Of course, with all the thoughts of no Heartless, he couldn’t help but be worried that they wouldn’t show up. He turned the knob and burst in. * He instantly stopped when he saw the Inn’s owner, Sarah, sitting on the bed in the room alone. Sarah was looking at him, quite surprised that a guest had barged into another room. Randall was feeling slightly awkward as well. “Uh…heh sorry heh..” he said in a jibberish tone, lowing his fists. “I uh…thought that something was wrong…the door wasn’t close so um…”. Randall trailed off, Sarah’s stare becoming unmoved. A series of awkward seconds passed, till Randall finally spoke. “Uhh…I was looking for the owner…you’re her right?” he asked, trying to get back his old tone as if nothing had happened. “Yes…”. “Well uh…I…” Randall started. “Your with Dilbert’s party….right?” Sarah asked. “Uh…yeah…”. He nodded. “What can I do for you?” she asked. Randall held his right hands to his side, his other side idol. “I uh wanted…to….well….if I could…I’d like what you gave our blue guy back there…” he said, roughly pointing back where their table was on the bottom floor. “The…oh…I see…trouble sleeping?” Sarah asked. “You have no idea…” Randall replied with a smile and slow coming grin. * Randall starred at the green vial in his top hands, elbows on the desk. After getting the vial from Sarah, he just said his thanks and got back to his room, now sitting at the desk looking at the thing. Just wasting time was, at the moment, was what his mind was focusing on. He twiddled the vial, watching the liquid. It was as small as four dice stacked on each other. The liquid was green, but looked like any Potion that he had seen in all this. In fact, he asked Sarah for a few vials, which he placed in his Item Bag, if he ever had trouble sleeping again. “Hmm…well…bottoms up….tails up anyway…”. He flipped the vial’s top off and gulped it down in one swig. After a moment, he looked the vial over. “…Ok…well that has to be the worst way to get to s…”. His head fell on the desk and slept, folding hands under his head. “(Ow….ok….it wins….)”.
Oh believe me....Randall's gonna get himself in some trouble next chapter hehehe ^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Apr 24, 2005 11:18:06 GMT -5
;D Great chapters ... yeesh, I can use some of that potion- I can stay up forever ... You really get these things done quick- I've got ... well, almost one sentence for my TP part, and a small paragraph afterwards on where Scroop ends up. Hook ain't too happy ... and I worked on the near-end scene in KH with Sandra a bit. Mike may be a little OC though =/ I would post it, but I'm afraid I'll confuse someone ... ^^; Looking forward to more, as always ;D
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Post by RandallBoggs on Apr 24, 2005 11:20:54 GMT -5
Well actually you would be knocked out. And by what happens with Randall.....you wouldn't want to try it ^_^. But they do become important later on....
So....your working on two parts?
Yeah...I'm working on next chapter as we speak.
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Apr 24, 2005 11:25:57 GMT -5
Oo; Oohh ...
Yeah- the only way I get stuff done is if I 'bounce around' ... I have the whole fic on one document, so it sorta makes it easier ...
Wish I could do that ... I can't go in a straight line with stories- I meander and zip to other parts ... kinda like daydreaming =/ ^^ lol
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Post by RandallBoggs on Apr 24, 2005 11:30:15 GMT -5
Actually...I do do that sometimes. I write down a part, type it up, type the next part, then write the fourth part. I usually think ahead. ^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on Apr 24, 2005 11:36:11 GMT -5
;D Yep, me too
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Post by RandallBoggs on Apr 24, 2005 11:37:58 GMT -5
;D
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Post by RandallBoggs on May 1, 2005 12:56:41 GMT -5
Alright. This chapter invovles two things. One....Randall and Vee get themselves into trouble. Randall more than Vee, though it isn't much his fault (you'll see). And you'll get to see me dish it out in a bar fight! ^_^ Enjoy.
Chapter 5 Rush Hour The Binbow Inn finally opened for the next day of business. Also today, the S.S. Legacy begins it’s leave from Montressor to the deep depths of space. The only problem….was getting the day started, * “Huh?”. Sean slowly opened his eyes, looking up to the wooden steel rimmed roof of his room. Rising up, pulling the covers aside, he sat up. It was weird. Such a simple thing, waking up, getting up for the morning. But to Sean, this was a rare occasion that reminded him of events so long ago, before the world boarders were broken and the Heartless invaded. It just felt….a bit strange, though Sean knew that they had a ship to catch, and contemplating about such things would waste time for now. Rising up, head headed out. “Oh right…”. He dipped back in, flinging a few Munnies on the bed. * He opened the door to Vee’s room, seeing the dragon was already awake, sitting on the bed with a magazine, a phone from the desk to the side of his head. “And I’d like to order that Photon Cannon too….”. “What color sir?” the phone asked. “Heh…blue” Vee replied. “Amount?”. “Uh…three….I’m feeling generous….”. “Vee!”. Vee’s eyes went wide as he looked over to the door. Sean was standing there with his arms crossed, tapping a foot. “…..Uh yeah….just….send that to the Legacy and uh bye!”. He hung up, putting his hands behind his back and smiling innocently. “Heh heh heh….”. Sean’s untouched mood made him gulp. “What did you do….” Sean asked. Vee held his hands up. “Now umm…don’t umm get mad but umm…I sorta…spend our ship money…”. “WHAT?!”. Sean was about to storm in, hands clenched, but something from downstairs stopped him. Gritting his teeth, he turned around and started out the door. “I’ll take care of you later…” he said. Vee watched as he started out. In a moment, he reached for the phone….. “Don’t you dare!”. “Gah!”. * Sean looked over the railing of the second floor, looking down to the first, slightly confused at what he saw. Randal was standing in the middle of the Inn, beside a table full with shot glasses and a near-empty bottle of something he couldn’t see. What confused him more was that Randall was slightly wobbling side to side as he stood. He heard a hick-up from the monster, who jerked his tail in the process, as he wobbled in front of a very large customer. “What in the…” Sean whispered to himself. “That’s thirty glasses!” yelled one of the customers. “Heh….don’t think the lizard can hold his liquor!” another said. The large one took a step forward, seeming equally the same as Randall. “Whas up with dish? Mesh Nicholi ze beast chugger in Montressedor….” He yelled, obviously seeming unnatural in his state. Randall didn’t reply, just smiled. Sean could tell it wasn’t like any smile his friend normally did. Randall just smiled and hick-uped again, sticking his forked tongue out and giggling. “Youse gonta bace gizzard…” the big one said, starting to reach out for Randall, who only giggled and wobbled. “Hey!”. Everyone stopped, even those not in the mini crowd. Randall didn’t look back, just hick-uped, his tail jerking. Sean started down the steps, pushing the smaller back group apart and coming beside Randall. He took one look at him, Randall only smiled and started looking off in different directions. “What’s going on here…” Sean ordered, looking over the few in front with a stern look on his face. Nobody said anything. “….That’s what I thought….” He said. He took Randall’s arm with his left hand, turning him around. “Err! Yous little….!”. (SHING! GASP!) Everyone took a gasp as the large creature that had leaned out to grab Randall was impeded. Randall still wobbled as Sean stared forward. His right hand was pulled backward. The creature found it’s rather sharp teeth clenched around an indestructible material. Sean shook his head. The creature had been impeded by a Keyblade. It was steel and had a Heart shape for the handle and at the tip of the blade. Though it looked dark, very dark…like Oblivion…. “HA!”. On instant, Sean let go of Randall and twisted around and slammed the creature in the gut with his left leg. The forceful impact sent him flying out the entrance. As soon as everyone recovered from the action, a few of the scatter customers started to approach Sean and Randall….
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Post by RandallBoggs on May 1, 2005 12:57:06 GMT -5
* Sean twirled his Keyblade in a circle, then a vertical slash, sending the frontal attacker back, making him fall onto a table, then to the floor. He turned back, seeing two others coming at Randall. On instant, he held out his free hand and moved Randall’s upper body down, jumping over him, doing a vertical slash at the two, then a twirl, then a downward at one, knocking him to the ground. He moved over and slammed the butt of his Keyblade into the other one, knocking him back. He turned back, seeing another frontal attacker coming for Randall. He pulled back his hand and threw his Keyblade forward. Randall was already down by Sean’s earlier move, and the Keyblade passed right over his fronds. The Key slammed into the creature’s head, knocking him down as it twirled around like a boomerang and headed back to Sean. Meanwhile, another one came up from behind him. Sean pulled back his right fist and slammed it into the attacker’s face, then a left. For a finish, he pulled back his right hand just as the Keyblade returned. He did a full-turn horizontal slash, sending the attacker back into a table, breaking it in two…. * Sean held his Keyblade firmly in both hands, looking around side to side, seeing the slight fear in everyone’s eyes…he had made his point. He eased up, throwing out his hand. The Keyblade disappeared in a brilliant flash of particles that left as soon as they came. He turned around, heading for the slightly giggling Randall, pulling him onto his four feet. “Come on pal…” he said at a whisper, leaving the dazed monster up the stairs, watching as the crowd’s eyes followed them. When they came to the top and started down the hall, Sean saw Sarah coming out of her room. He first sight was on Randall. She could tell instantly that he looked sort of….drunk. “Heh heh hi pretty lady…” Randall said with an exhausted wave. Sean held him up once more for a better grip. “What happened?” Sarah asked. Sean shook his head. “Just customers who overstayed their welcome…” he said. He started dragging Randall to his room as Sarah stared after them. Randall’s tail jerked again with another hiccup as he started rambling. She heard something downstairs and went to check it out. Looking over the railing, she saw the unconscious creatures and the few broken items. She instantly turned back, seeing the door to Randall’s room close. She just starred, then back down, looking as if she had missed something amazing. * (slap!) “Come on Ran snap out of it…”. “He’s never ever….”. “Vee…please…this is a really delicate process….”. (slap!). For about five minutes now, Sean and Vee had been trying to snap Randall out of his slightly…..drunken state. Vee was on his stomach on his bed, hands to the side of his face. Randall was sitting, as best he could, on a chair beside him. Sean was standing in front of him, watching as Randall giggled and wobbled. Personally, it was getting a little annoying. Sean had been doing a few hits to his face to snap him out, like he saw in many movies, but it was proving to be a myth. “Ugh….now what the heck are we suppose to do…” Sean complained, running his hands tightly through his hair. Vee shook his head. “What? What’s the problem? He’ll be…heh heh…solver in a few hours…”. “Vee…” Sean started, looking up. “We don’t have a few hours….YOU spend our Munnies on that magazine….”. Vee gaped. “What?! Come on….the King said we had a reservation!”. Sean half-heartedly smiled at him. “Oh yeah we have a reservation….but he GAVE US THE MONEY to pay for it all….now that we don’t have it….” He started, heading over to the table and placing a hand on it, Randall hiccupping, his tail jerking outward. “…We need Randall to get on the ship and talk to the captain…since he IS the only one they won’t see…”. Vee scratched his head for a second. “….So…we can’t get in without the Munni….and we need…” he started, pointing at the drunken monster. “Randall here…to sneak us aboard?”. Sean nodded, hands to hips. “Yeah…pretty much…and he’d be saving your twisted tail as well…” he said. Vee’s eyes went wide. He grabbed Randall by his scale chest and shook him. “Come on Randall snap out of it!!”. Randall only smiled and giggled, sticking out his forked tongue at him. “Heh heh….your blue ha ha!” he giggled. Vee just starred for a moment. “He’s gone…”. Sean shook his head. “….Great…..err…come on…lets get out of here…I got to pay Sarah with the little we have for the damages….”. “Damages?” Vee asked. “Don’t ask….” Sean replied. He took ahold of Randall and pulled him to his feet. “Come on Ran…time to go to the ship…” he said. “Shank? What’s bay shank? Heh heh” Randall giggled, Vee and Sean helping him out. * As soon as the three stepped out, Sean met face to face with Sarah. For a moment, they didn’t say anything. “….Vee…..take Randall downstairs I’ll check up in a second…” Sean asked. Vee rolled his eyes, helping Randall down the hall, inadvertently hitting the walls a few times. Sean brushed a hand through his hair, digging out the blue an yellow crystals from his pocket. “Here…” he said, out stretching his hand to Sarah. “This’ll pay for the damages I hope….didn’t want any trouble….” He said. Sarah just starred at him. For a moment, Sean could tell what Sarah was doing. She didn’t care about the damages. It was actually WHAT the three that Dilbert had brought here COULD do……they weren’t any normal guests. “….We got to go…”. Sean let his hand loose and the Munni fell to the floor, many sliding off into different directions on impact. He turned and ran down the stairs, as Vee was having out-matched trouble with helping Randall. Sarah just starred. The worry for Jim and Dilbert started again. What……what are they?
Boy....I'm good....and I CAN do that....^_^
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Post by fairlyoddnewyorker on May 1, 2005 13:19:47 GMT -5
;D Great as always ... whoa, Randall's wierd when he's drunk. ... I feel sorry for him Yeeahh ... I don't think I'd won't any of that sleeping potion now, heheh ... ^^;
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Post by RandallBoggs on May 1, 2005 13:47:20 GMT -5
Yeah. I can kick butt can't I? ^_^
Yeah....Randall'll be that way for a bit...but he'll explain what happened, not his fault...^_^
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Post by RandallBoggs on May 5, 2005 18:07:04 GMT -5
Next Chapter! This one involves ALLOT of running. I tried to be creative with it ^_^
The three finally saw the outside of the world again. Montressor. There was a long winding path to town, where a free passenger ship would take people to the Space Port. The world itself was almost barren like. Dried up grass and gray tinted roads. The houses were mainly made out of hay-like plaster. Each one had rooms and rims of blue-black shingles. In short…..it didn’t look futuristic….but it didn’t look like a bad place. Randall himself said it seemed to remind him of home… There was a docking port nearby that already had a ship in it. Funny enough….it was Dr….. “Doppler?”. The Dr. turned with surprise as Sean came up to him, Vee dragging Randall over. “Oh yes well umm…” Dilbert started, looking back at the hovering life ship near him. “What are you doing here?” Sean asked. Dilbert straightened his suit. “Well umm I know that you three would leave straight from the Inn and I just happened to borrow a few supplies from Sarah so….”. Sean shook his head, then smiled. “You waited for us Dr.?” Sean asked. Dilbert nodded. His attention turned to the other two. “Ah! You seem to be much better….” He commented to Vee, who was mainly trying to push Randall back so his upper body wouldn’t fall. “Oh yeah…peachy!” he said. Dilbert looked to Randall. “Umm…is he alright?”. “Heh heh…” Randall giggled, sticking his forked tongue at Dilbert. “…..He’s….toxicated….” Sean said, trying to put it as well as possible to a professor. “…Oh….”. “Hopefully we can help him once we get to the spaceport….” Sean hoped, not wanting his friend to be in something he vowed never TO be in. Dilbert nodded. “Yes well….I’m sure he’ll be fine…I am a doctor after all…well…not a doctor doctor but I….ahem…lets go shall we?”. * Sarah pulled the drapes from her window, looking out to where those three were talking to Dilbert. She was worried. What those three did to those customers was something to make anyone worried. She turned, looking at the interstellar phone sitting beside her bed. She knew they helped Dilbert….but after Treasure Planet….and after what they could do…..she was worried for him an Jim…. This was a hard decision…. After ten minutes of thought, she picked up the phone. “…..Hello…Montressor Robo Police….”. * Sean made a mental note not to look over the ship as they flew off to the moon near Montressor. He started feeling slightly more comfortable when a house’s roof passed by, but instantly felt more nausea. Sean and Vee had to pull Randall back in from stretching out to hug a chimney…. * When they landed near port 17, Dilbert left them to attend to the near Item Shop to find something to snap Randall out of his….status effect. Randall stayed sitting on a barrel outside the shop, Sean standing beside him with Vee peeking in through the windows of the shop. Randall had been giving a few comments on passers by, which Sean had to apologize for. Of course, Sean was pretty glad that Randall was never a drinker, because right now….he wasn’t enjoying it….. * Sean leaned against a metal pole beside the barrel Randall sat on, Vee still admiring the inside of the shop. It had been about five minutes since Dilbert entered the shop. Sean was getting a bit worried, more for Randall than Dilbert. He kept an eye on the monster as he giggled in delusion and laughed at the images he or Vee couldn’t see. They’ve known each other for years and Randall was not a drinker. Heck. He never even had something with 1% alcohol that’s been fried to five hundred degrees. Sean pretty much agreed. He did want to know what coaxed Randall into a contest, he was competitive after all, as the monster had not been himself for nearly the past hour. And personally, Sean was worried for his health. Sean stopped looking over his reptilian friend and looked forward at the passing crowd, seeing someone looking at them. Far off, there were two, something robotic was looking at them Having tank-like wheels for feet, heading up a short box of metal, chest covered by a blue tunic with golden whim, a metal gold badge on the chest, gear joints heading out into metal gloves, five handed, and with cone like heads…..they looked like some kind of law enforcement. Sean got up, grabbing Randall hand and pulling him into the crowd. “What’s going on?” Vee asked, turning to see his companions leaving. “Just run Vee!” Sean yelled. “But what about Dop...oh great...”. Vee shook his head, running after them. He disappeared into the crowd just as Doppler emerged from the shop. “Well I think I’ve found just what...”. He noticed no one around. “...Why do people always leave me?”.
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Post by RandallBoggs on May 5, 2005 18:07:18 GMT -5
* “Halt!”. Sean ran as fast as his legs would carry him, dragging the dazed reptilian monster behind him. Vee was following, jumping over the shoes and tentacles of passers by. Behind them, three of the robotic officers that Sean had spotted chased behind, their heads glowing blue and red, making the crowd separate. Sean ducked into an alley, pulling Randall in with him as Vee skitted inside it. The officers passed by, the light of the blue and red head tops flashed on the wall. Sean had Randall against the wall, as well as himself and Vee. “We need to be quiet...” Sean whispered. Randall giggled. “Heh heh...am I getting my photo taken?” he asked, pointing at the flashing lights that reflected on the wall in front of them. “Cause I...” Randall started, but was stopped when Sean slapped a hand over his mouth. “Sssh!” he whispered harshly. Randall immediately stopped, still giggling behind Sean’s hand. Vee peeked out the corner, then quickly back in as the three officers passed by, the red and blue light fading off the wall. Sean took his hand from Randall’s mouth, giving a sigh of relief with Vee. “Oh phew...close one...” Vee said, holding his chest. “Yeah...” Sean replied. “Yeah! That’s was a close one!!” Randall yelled at a high pitch. Vee looked out the corner to see the robotic officers turn and rush for the alley. “Ah!”. Sean grabbed Randall hand and ran deeper into the alley, shaking his head as Vee followed. Turning into another alley, Sean took a left, then a right, then another right, then a left. He headed out into the crowd of a street. “Hey! We can hide in here!” Sea n yelled, pulling the door of a fast food joint open, Randall being dragged in with Vee following. “Uhh...”. It proved to be a big mistake. About five robotic officers were looking at them from the left table, guzzling oil from cups. A moment of uneasiness passed, Sean and Vee’s eyes wide, Randall wobbling side to side with a hiccup. “...Uh...heh heh...sorry...we uhh...thought this was Housens heh heh...” Sean chuckled. Vee nodded. On instant, the five officers got up. Another moment of silence passed. “...Where’d you get that shirt?” Randall asked, giggling as he brushed his head against Sean’s shirt like a cat. “For the love of...lets never go to an Inn again...” Sean said. “Uh...Sean...”. Sean looked back to see the officers still starring. “...Uhh...bye!”. Sean took hold of Randall’s arm again and rushed out. “Ah!”. Vee turned and ran like roadrunner as the officers motored out at top speed. Sean came into the street again, seeming the three officers from before blocking the alleyway. Sean took to the street, pushing the crowd out of the way as Vee followed. Sounds of chimes and jingles from passing carts passed their ears as the three ran through the crowd, the eight guards following, waving their sticks in the air. “Halt!” they all yelled. Sean turned into another street. “(Great...)”. Ahead, two guards were waiting, turning around and spreading out their arms in a barricade-like fashion. “Err...take this!”. Sean took in speed and then fell backwards. The end result was a slide dash, slamming his shoes into the robotic cop’s wheels. The thinness and unbalance sent the two toppling. Sean pulled his arm to pull Randall through the small gap as they passed under the two. Sean slid to a stop, getting to his feet. He helped Randall up, seeing the monster had a slight shift in color on his under body to a slight tan color, which was the same as the ground. “You ok?” he asked quickly. Randall just giggled, which was enough. He ran down the next street, Vee following, jumping over the fallen guards. Sean dusted off his shirt with his free hand as he ran, turning into a desolate street with few people walking through it. Sean stopped for a second as he neared the street’s end. It was dead. “What now?” Vee urgently asked, coming to a stop and looking back. Sean looked left and right, up and down to find somewhere to go. He looked left, seeing light coming through brown door. He went over, dragging Randall, slamming his shoulder into it. It broke with a clang as it hit a shelf that was on the inside. He rushed in, heading up the stairs that was directly in front, the house’s owners, two very old creatures that looked like blobs watching. Vee came in next, following. “Sorry folks...just a little trouble...” he said to assure them, holding out his hands. He turned and ran up the stairs. The two blobs looked at each other. “...Young ones these days...” the female said. “Yes...raging glutons...” the male replied. * Vee got to the second floor, looking for Sean and Randall. He spotted them on the left, looking out a window. He ran over, stopping beside the dazed reptile and Keybearer. “What? What’s...oh...”. Outside was the only way to go...and that just happened to be a clothes hanger that stretched from the window...to the window of a room several feet away. “...Uh...Sean...I’m no trapeze artist...” Vee informed. “Yeah so...and we all hate heights...but not as much as getting arrested...” Sean replied. “I’ll take Randall out first and follow...”. With a slight dangerous plan, Sean took Randall and pushed him out. He held out as he tried to get Randall to straighten his four feet on the wire. Sean came out next, holding him by the back so Randall wouldn’t fall back. He hiccupped slightly, making Sean have to move his head out of the way so Randall didn’t poke him in the eye with his tail. Vee followed up, easily scared by the idea of dangling over wire feet up in the air with a vat of water below. Whatever it was...it looked like the street’s washing area. In any case, he followed. Sean had his hands full trying to guide Randall. “Ok…nobody…look down…”. For a moment, while Vee followed…he….looked down. With a lump rising in his throat, he saw that they were overtop the wall that had ended the street. On the other side, there was a vat. A pool of water. Several people were around it, seeming to be washing clothes. It seemed to be a dumbed-down version of a laundry mat. He looked back up, taking the lump in his throat down. Sean took a mental note not to look back either. “There they are!”. Forced to, the two looked back to see the robotic officers on the other side. “No! Don’t…!” Sean started, but the two officers were already coming on the wire line. “Wait!”. (Crack!) “Oh…shoot….”. “AHHH!!!”. The wire snapped, taking the four, Sean, Vee, Randall, and the idiotic robo guard with it to the ground. “AHH!!!!”. Randall was flinging his arms around, acting as if he was flying while Sean tried to think of a way to stop them from falling. Vee was looking down, seeing that they were aiming for the vat. “Sean!”. Sean looked down to see they WERE aiming for the vat. “Shoot!”. He looked back up at the robo guard. Knowing that electricity and water mix a bit TOO well…. (Tssh!) His right Keyblade appeared in his hand with a blast of vertical light. “Come on….ha!”. He threw it with as much force as he could as all three of them plummeted into the cold vat. (TSSSSHHH!!!!BLOBBLOB) Sean took out his breath and swam to the surface. He moved out of the way as parts of the robotic office fell into the pool, their circuits having halted their electrical current, his Keyblade coming near him and disappearing in flashes of particles. With a splash upward, he got to the top, Vee coming up beside him, dragging Randall up with a hand. He went over to the rim, watching to see the washers looking at them. Jumping over the side. He turned his drenched body to help Vee out. “Oh great…I’m glad I have tight skin…” Vee said, looking rather displeased at his drenched body. Sean grabbed a hold of Randall’s upper right arm, he seemed to respond naturally to the action. “Pfft…err….ohh…what happened?” he asked. “He’s back…” Sean said, mainly to Vee as he helped Randall out. “Jeez it’s cold…” Randall remarked, holding his arms. “Come on…lets find Doppler…” Sean ordered, turning to run. Vee followed with Randall. “Can we dry off first!?” Randall yelled. “What are you looking at?!” he added, looking at some of the “sight-seers”. “He’s back…too bad…” Vee whispered to himself.
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