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Post by Dragon on Jan 12, 2008 16:52:48 GMT -5
xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
*dies laughing*
*sees soul rising out of body*
Get back in here you!
Ahem, this is sooooo ... lemur... I mean- words can't describe it. xD
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Post by Who on Jan 13, 2008 18:45:33 GMT -5
XD Crystal and I have a complicated relationship.
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Post by Goosh on Jan 19, 2008 22:33:49 GMT -5
=o OMG NEW PART
“So she’s crazy?”
“Pretty much.” Sammy sighed. She Crystal and Hu were perched on the rocks. Well, she and Crystal anyway. Hu was wading in the nearby shallows, trying to kick fish into submission. The fish were proving difficult, evident in the sound of a knife being drawn.
Crystal looked along the beach, squinting in the lack of light. Beyond them stood Hunty, building a sand sculpture. It looked somewhat like a diseased frog mating with three mechanical peacocks.
“And I suppose we need to cure her,” Crystal said finally. “You know, I was getting used to a life of luxury.” Hu returned from the water and started eating the sushi off her kunai.
“Might as well,” Sammy answered. “Who knows what she might do.”
Huntress was now beating her sculpture with a stick.
“Are you sure she’s not just a starving artist?” Hu asked.
Sammy, Crystal and Hu watched in a kind of bored fascination as Hunty dug a pit in front of the sculpture. She bowed before it—worshipping it?—before grabbing Wilson and lowering him into the mound. With a blast of sand, the volleyball leaped up and rolled away from Hunty and into the jungle. With a strangled cry of fear, Hunty sprinted after it.
Crystal lifted herself of the rock. “WE’VE GOT A RUNNER!”
Hu cheerfully followed her. “WHOO CHASE SCENE!”
Sammy jumped off her rock and followed them into the jungle. It was thick and warm in the foliage, and Sammy heard muffled cursing ahead as everyone pushed through the plants.
Crystal, Hu and Sammy found Huntress standing before Wilson at the edge of a cliff. Hunty stepped forward. Wilson twitched, caught between Hunty and a fifty-foot drop.
“But Wilson,” Hunty said quietly. “I need you to stay, because…I love you.”
Wilson rocked more violently, horrified at his position. The Meepits inside evidently could not decide on a course of action. And then Hunty began to sing.
“YOU ARE MY BROTHERRRRRRRRRRRR, MY BEST FRIEND FOREVERRRRRRRRR—”
With his mind made up for him, Wilson turned and rolled off the cliff.
*~*~*
Ginz sprinted through the thick jungle, thoroughly bewildered. A crowd of NTWFers were chasing after a pig, and through the trees she could spy other forumers: Omni darted between trees, Fen climbed through the branches, and Nick and Kat seemed to be laughing at some inside joke.
There was a disturbance up ahead. Rider and Stal were crouched in a tiny clearing. They appeared to be having a whispered argument.
“—right here,” Stal muttered. “What am I going to do?”
“You’ll need a disguise.” Stal groaned at the mischievous glint in the pirate’s eyes. Rider draped her cape around him like a robe, and wrapped a thick rope of vines around his head.
“Stal no longer exists,” Rider intoned formally. “You are Lexa, the hawt newbie of the NTWF.”
“You honestly think this’ll work?”
“People see what they expect to see,” Rider replied, trying to sound mysterious and failing miserably. “Now, your voice! You are Lexa, and Lexa does not sound like an old man.”
“Rider!” Stal shrieked in a horrible falsetto. “I do not believe Stal is an old fogey, despite what you say. He is a hot hunk of handsomeness, and if you aren’t big enough to admit that, then—”
“Shush,” Rider grimaced as they hurried out of the clearing. Ginz followed them and giggled as Rider marched ‘Lexa’ right past Spot.
Ginz hurried ahead. The group of forumers seemed to have stopped, and she eagerly prodded her way to the front of the crowd.
A huge jungle village stood before them. Huts were nestled in the trees, and natives moved gracefully from branch to branch. A figure stepped out from behind the tree. She was wearing a large feathered headdress, and a grass outfit that left far too little to the imagination.
“I AM YCART!” she roared, waving a staff that looked like a painted rubber chicken. “SHAMISTRESS OF THE WORLD!”
*~*~*
“We can’t go!” Strife moaned, as Leo stood in the clearing, arms crossed.
“We can. We will. We are. I’ve had it up to here with all these freakin’ lemurs!”
“Leo…” Strife had a smirk on his face. “Are you sure this isn’t just mood swings?”
“…” Leo opened and closed her mouth several times before stalking off into the jungle.
With an exasperated moan, Strife followed her across the lemur-sized bridge and through the clearing. Before he stepped into the greenery, he felt a tiny hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Bethesta sitting on a branch, her large eyes teary. Strife stared at her, before slipping a piece of paper into her hand.
“Call me,” he whispered, before following his wife.
*~*~*
“And another thing,” Leo said as the two tiredly trudged along. “Who would want to rule over lemurs anyway?”
“They’re cute!” Strife replied, angrily kicking a rock.
“They smell!” Leo complained. “Seriously, Strife, getting along with you is like a fork and knife mating.”
“Well, y’know, if the tines were long enough…wait, why are we discussing this?”
“BECAUSE MAYBE IF WE DID HAVE NICE SILVERWARE WE WOULDN’T BE IN THIS MESS!”
Strife stopped walking. “Leo, you’re not making any sense.”
“I…I know. Oh, Strife, dear. Hold me.” Shrugging, Strife gave his wife a hug.
Suddenly, a shriek split the jungle.
“What was that?” asked Strife. “Sound like a choking cat squirming on the high end of a piano.”
“Nice simile,” Leo said, “But it kind of reminds me of Stal that time he saw a mouse.”
*~*~*
Stal had, in fact, not seen a mouse. He had stubbed his toe on a rock. ‘Lexa’ let loose a bloodcurdling shriek, and instantly Kit was beside him, arm around his shoulder.
“Are you alright?” the clairvoyant’s voice was full of concern.
Oh man. This is not happening. Definitely not happening. Stal couldn’t help but notice Rider grinning a few feet away. “Just…just fine,” he replied quietly.
Kit smiled. “So, you’re new around here?”
“Um…yeah.”
“I’m Kit.”
“…Lexa.”
“So…” Kit managed to produce a rose from nowhere. “Maybe we could get to know each other better?”
“Er…thanks but no thanks.” Stal hurried away from Kit, blending into the crowd.
Kit watched Lexa go, wondering why leaves were falling out of her quickly-shrinking bosom.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2008 22:50:18 GMT -5
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Goosh... seriously.... this is made of awesome xDDDDD
My mental image of Lexa... beats any Stalor Moon ever made xD
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Post by phoenixblessed on Jan 20, 2008 0:35:24 GMT -5
XDD
Kit/Stal 4ever!
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Post by Dragon on Jan 20, 2008 2:06:36 GMT -5
Lexa/Kit!!
xDDDDDDDDDDD
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