Post by Gryphon on Jan 21, 2003 22:00:50 GMT -5
I don't have a title for this one yet, and I'm not even finished yet, and, well, whaddya think of what I *do* have?
"Rhikada!" Triano the Pepito ordered.
In response, a very robotic Robot harris walked calmly into the sparsely-lit office. "Yes sir?"
"I have been hearing reports of a Shadow Shoyru roughly handling his Yellow Babaa. Can you confirm this?" Triano asked with more gentle politeness than would be expected.
After a moment's pause, the little Harris replied, "Yes. The perpetraitor is the Shoyru ___Dark_Night___ residing in the account FoxyGal129, also known as 2Hot4U181."
"Thank you, Rhikada. You may go." The Harris left and the Pepito's brow was crunched with thought. "Dark Night, eh?"
***
Dark Night drowsed in his office chair, staring lazily at a few nothing reports on his desk. His Yellow Babaa, Blue, on the other hand, was everything but drowsy. His sheepy head popped happily out of the stone garbage bin next to Dark's wooden desk, chewing the remains of a forgotten Tonguewich. Meeping happily, he dove back down, allowing the bin to tip and spill its contents all over the floor.
Dark Night's eyes flashed open and he sat erect. "Blue, you nitwit! What do you think you're doing?" He screamed.
Blue squirmed out of the bin with chocolate smeared and dripping all over him. He meeped and leapt onto Dark's head.
"Eww! Blue! You're full of chocolate!" Dark complained, trying to pry the Babaa off his head, but Blue was already asleep and the chocolate stuck to his head like glue. Giving up, Dark reached for a tissue to wipe off the chocolate dripping from his face. "What is liquid chocolate doing in my garbage, anyway?" He mumbled.
At that moment, a visitor decided to arrive - without bothering to knock.
Dark couldn't tell who or even what it was, it moved like a smooth mass of shadows. All Dark could make out was the glittering sword that hung in the midst of the shadows.
"Do you have an appointment?" Dark said rather irritably, even though he was embaressed at his appearance and afraid at the same time.
The shadow being did not say a word, but a piece of the shadows separated and pointed in his direction. Then everything went black.
***
When Dark awoke, he was still in his chair, covered in chocolate (now hardened), and he was sprawled over his desk. Sitting up groggily, he rubbed his eyes and slowly recalled what happened.
Riiing!
Dark snatched up the phone and barked, "What is it?"
"Mr. Night," A fairly regular voice began. "I believe you have been receiving reports of a certain villian that you have ignored. I believe you may want to review your information." There was a click as the phone call ended, but Dark didn't bother to continue tyring to talk to the mysterious stranger.
Ignored reports? Well, he'd ignored many cases, but...
"Blue! Can you get me..." Dark looked around, suddenly realizing his Sheep of Doom was nowhere to be found. Dark narrowed his eyes. "Now this is personal! No one steals Dark Night's Sheep of Doom, no matter how annoying and sickeningly cute it is!" he growled and quickly went to work looking up long lost files.
***
"You idiot!" Mareni the Green Doglefox growled. "You may as well have told him who and where you are! Dark Night is a detective, not an annoying little nobody who would sob and get over it. He's going to fight us, Triano!"
"Relax, he'll never find us here." Triano assured him.
"Famous last words." Capone the Christmas Meepit muttered as she entered Triano's office.
Triano glared. "If we didn't tell him that, htere would be no plot!" The other two petpets gawked at him. "Bah! Just forget it..." The Pepito muttered and went back to playing tic-tac-toe by himself on a notepad.
Mareni snorted, noticing Triano's game. "I say the next game we play is go fish." Capone smirked at this, while Triano paled.
"Rhikada!" Triano the Pepito ordered.
In response, a very robotic Robot harris walked calmly into the sparsely-lit office. "Yes sir?"
"I have been hearing reports of a Shadow Shoyru roughly handling his Yellow Babaa. Can you confirm this?" Triano asked with more gentle politeness than would be expected.
After a moment's pause, the little Harris replied, "Yes. The perpetraitor is the Shoyru ___Dark_Night___ residing in the account FoxyGal129, also known as 2Hot4U181."
"Thank you, Rhikada. You may go." The Harris left and the Pepito's brow was crunched with thought. "Dark Night, eh?"
***
Dark Night drowsed in his office chair, staring lazily at a few nothing reports on his desk. His Yellow Babaa, Blue, on the other hand, was everything but drowsy. His sheepy head popped happily out of the stone garbage bin next to Dark's wooden desk, chewing the remains of a forgotten Tonguewich. Meeping happily, he dove back down, allowing the bin to tip and spill its contents all over the floor.
Dark Night's eyes flashed open and he sat erect. "Blue, you nitwit! What do you think you're doing?" He screamed.
Blue squirmed out of the bin with chocolate smeared and dripping all over him. He meeped and leapt onto Dark's head.
"Eww! Blue! You're full of chocolate!" Dark complained, trying to pry the Babaa off his head, but Blue was already asleep and the chocolate stuck to his head like glue. Giving up, Dark reached for a tissue to wipe off the chocolate dripping from his face. "What is liquid chocolate doing in my garbage, anyway?" He mumbled.
At that moment, a visitor decided to arrive - without bothering to knock.
Dark couldn't tell who or even what it was, it moved like a smooth mass of shadows. All Dark could make out was the glittering sword that hung in the midst of the shadows.
"Do you have an appointment?" Dark said rather irritably, even though he was embaressed at his appearance and afraid at the same time.
The shadow being did not say a word, but a piece of the shadows separated and pointed in his direction. Then everything went black.
***
When Dark awoke, he was still in his chair, covered in chocolate (now hardened), and he was sprawled over his desk. Sitting up groggily, he rubbed his eyes and slowly recalled what happened.
Riiing!
Dark snatched up the phone and barked, "What is it?"
"Mr. Night," A fairly regular voice began. "I believe you have been receiving reports of a certain villian that you have ignored. I believe you may want to review your information." There was a click as the phone call ended, but Dark didn't bother to continue tyring to talk to the mysterious stranger.
Ignored reports? Well, he'd ignored many cases, but...
"Blue! Can you get me..." Dark looked around, suddenly realizing his Sheep of Doom was nowhere to be found. Dark narrowed his eyes. "Now this is personal! No one steals Dark Night's Sheep of Doom, no matter how annoying and sickeningly cute it is!" he growled and quickly went to work looking up long lost files.
***
"You idiot!" Mareni the Green Doglefox growled. "You may as well have told him who and where you are! Dark Night is a detective, not an annoying little nobody who would sob and get over it. He's going to fight us, Triano!"
"Relax, he'll never find us here." Triano assured him.
"Famous last words." Capone the Christmas Meepit muttered as she entered Triano's office.
Triano glared. "If we didn't tell him that, htere would be no plot!" The other two petpets gawked at him. "Bah! Just forget it..." The Pepito muttered and went back to playing tic-tac-toe by himself on a notepad.
Mareni snorted, noticing Triano's game. "I say the next game we play is go fish." Capone smirked at this, while Triano paled.
