(I)nvisible - (K)nights - (Ma)ges - (Me)rcs - (N)injas - (Ne)utral - (P)irates - (S)pacefleet
Guild Wars II: The Summary
Chapter Twenty-five
Page ONE HUNDRED THIRTY-SIXThis was going to be part of the next full-length chapter, but instead it's part of this one. -_- *sniffle*
Another head hangs lowly, child is slowly taken. And the violence caused such silence, who are we mistaken?
S: Fraze laughs at Zari and says he’ll buy her lunch.N: Cat Assassin stares at Celestial, entranced, while Bluisa says she wants to arrange payments on her debt.Me: Esme says Leste is just jealous because she’s alive and she’s dead (take that as you will) while Midknight pokes fun at J and Cyborg says, “Can you hear me now?”N: PFA says she’s tired.Me: J says, “Um…” and wonders how much longer this is going to last.CORRECTION: At some point, Spacefleet got in Zari’s ship. I probably just misread her last post. >.>
S: Zari passes out food and realizes Ailura’s escaped.K: Zari (this one’s Ailura) teleports to Ferdamei and Zaha. Hooray! The Knights are back in action! …I hope.S: Ethan says he craves action and asks for something with a wide angle. O_OMa: Omni makes excuses. >.>S: Aikran, a Zari clone, cloaks the ship and starts flying towards the Beekadoodle while Zari tries to explain her very rare, and very literal, case of split-personality syndrome. Makes you wonder, are clones ever really just clones anymore?N: Cat Assassin has a flashback of a pink cat and starts sobbing.Ne: Asthielle tries to bargain with the Mercenaries…. :}
PMaK: Kat learns she can’t fire a cannon to save her life. But she’s still gonna try! Thattagirl, Kat.P: Leste tells Esme either she kills J or she will. Duh?Ma: Celestial asks Cat Assassin who SILE, the pink cat, was…or is?Me: The Mercs do nothing of significance.N: PFA asks if Uncle’s okay.Me: J says, “Whoa, um—look!” Yeah, that should distract them long enough for him to get away. >.>N: Emoca weeps while Bluisa explains that SILE is the reason why Cat Assassin never wanted (wants?) to kill again.Me: Rose giggles and says tricks are for kids killing J might anger him. >.>P: Hunty, being abnormally laconic, says to take out the clipper’s masts. Sounds dreadfully delightful. ¬_¬Another mother’s breakin’, heart is taking over. When the violence causes silence, we must be mistaken.
The DELETED SCENESOr, “The scenes untouched by TMC.”
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((Bowels of the Black Beekadoodle))Clara held her arms wrapped around her, swaying back and forth in the darkness. She felt so cold, so alone. Mr. Pig was nowhere to be found, and all the other Pirates had forgotten all about her. She just wanted a fire. A pretty fire, a nice fire, a not-so-lonely fire.
“I haven’t forgotten you.”
Clara looked up, but saw nothing. “Mr. Pig?”
“No, dear,” the voice said, “I’m not Mr. Pig.”
It was still dark, and Clara still couldn’t see anyone. “Who—who are you?”
“Your friend.”
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Deckswabber Milard Jones stared up at the black mist from where he swam in the ocean. He’d been a Pirate on this ship, then the captain had thrown him overboard in a scuffle with some other Pirates, and no one had even cared for him. Before he had drowned, though, something else had taken him. Something that had changed his life forever. Something that had made him Invisible.
Now, he had been sent to this ship. To destroy it.
Jones climbed onto the deck and looked around. The Pirates were busy, running away from a clipper of sorts, so it looked. He grinned and quickly made his way below deck, to the ammunitions room. TNT, gun powder, lemon bombs, canon balls. You name it, it was here. So good of the captain, to always be prepared. It made his job so much easier.
He stepped inside the darkened chamber—even a candle was far too volatile to keep in here—but stopped short. He heard sniffling, whimpering…a soft, childly voice, “Everyone’s forgotten me. Everyone’s forgotten all about me…”
He grinned. “I haven’t forgotten you.”
The whimpering stopped. “Mr. Pig?”
“No, dear,” Jones said. “I’m not Mr. Pig.”
A short pause. “Who—who are you?”
“Your friend.”
“Really?” Her voice was higher now—she’d believed him!
“Indeed,” he said, stepping forward. “It’s dark in here, would you like a light?”
He imagined the little girl nodding right about now. “A pretty fire. A nice fire.”
He nodded as well. “Of course, dear, a friendly fire just for you.
He withdrew a match. And struck it.
*KABOOM*
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((A tavern in Meridell Dunburrow))Farmer Bob grumbled angrily about lightning and shiny rocks and that awful purple mage woman who’d taken the bag away. It’d had been on his farm. He should’ve been the one to get it. He’d be rich by now, unfathomably rich.
*RICHES*
He swayed back and forth as the images flashed before his eyes. Riches, gold, fame, fortune, gold…. Then the voice continued into his mind, to find the demons, befriend them, take them as his allies, and get all the riches he could ever want in return….
Farmer Bob grinned and slammed down his ale/grog/energy juice. It sloshed over the side and he jumped up just as well.
“Sit down,” a voice said from his right.
Bob shook his head. “Riches. I want riches.”
“Look around.” The same voice. “If you don’t believe me.”
He ignored the voice, but turned around anyways to head towards the door. But the bar was in chaos, everyone fighting for their way to the door. They shouted about demons, about promises of this, promises of that. Bob was safe over here, though. Even the bartended had joined the fray. So Bob sat back down.
“Believe me now?”
Bob nodded and turned towards the voice. But no one was there.
“I’m no demon,” the voice said, “but I am Invisible. Cursed, you could say, by a demon just like the ones promisin’ all that stuff to ye. They can’t be trusted, those demons. And now, now we want revenge. If you join us, you can get revenge, too. And all the riches you could ever want.”
Bob considered this, then considered the chaos still surrounding them.
“Deal,” he said. “I’m in.”
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((Somewhere over the NTWF))“Sora,” Wolf said slowly, “I think we’re lost.”
His horse grumbled something, which, had he been able to understand horse, probably would’ve been translated as, “We’ve been flying for over forty pages now, days have gone by, months since we started flying, and you think for a second that we might actually NOT be lost? Well.” A heavy-hearted neigh broke her grumblings here. “I want Shiva.”
But, as could be expected, Wolf couldn’t speak horse, of course, so he heard none of this.
“Hey,” Wolf said and pointed. “Is that a battlefield? And longships? And a wedding—at this kind of time?”
*You now, it’s kind of ironic now how I wrote that last chapter, what with my complete rephrasing of Celestial’s post to say she had predicted the end of the NTWF, and then with my finishing it by saying “Analog is dead.” Psychic much?*
And so, ergo and therefore, despite the redundancy therein, Wolf decided he’d fly down to the ceremony and crash the party. But just as he began descending, lightning tore through the sky, and the mountains north of Dunburrow disappeared. And in the next instance, all the water had disappeared and such and such. And then, the wedding itself melted away like that guy on last night’s episode of Eureka….
“Um,” said Wolf, “what just happened?”
Sora whinnied, which probably meant something like, “The Apocalypse, you moron.”
And Wolf kept flying onwards, into the sunset of the Abyss of Nothingness, the same sunset that had been there for a thousand years….
The end…
Insane. *looks around, realizes where he is* Oh yeah, nevermind.