Post by Deleted on Feb 15, 2003 18:21:05 GMT -5
This is not all of the story:
The Beginnings of the Avocado.
By rishiy
The sound of the bell buzzed through Kyrriaku’s dormant brain. He bolted up-right, drool and Chinese from the night before slowly crawling down his purple face. He quickly got up, and crawled across his dorm floor towards his cupboard, aware of the many college students rushing round outside. After lying face down of the wooden floor for a good 20 minutes, and doing many tests to see if anyone was still outside, he peeled himself off the hardwood floor. He quickly dressed, not particularly wanting to visit his first lesson in nothing but boxers, and gathered his books together. On his way out, he passed a mirror, he stared at his figure. He was a relatively normal looking Kyrii, quite lanky and fortunate enough to have been painted purple. He drew him self away from the mirror and left the dorm.
He stepped out onto the freshly mowed lawn. A blue Kiko stood there waiting for him.
“So you finally decided to join the land of the living! Welcome back.” The Kiko said in a sarcastic tone.
“Shut up Floyd. You know I had a great time with Latisha last night.” Kyrriaku replied, starting the walk across the grass.
“Yeah! She trod on your foot and said “Sorry Timmy.” Great progress!” Floyd said, even more sarcastically.
“And we have the winner of the Mr. Sarcastic award!” Kyrriaku replied rolling his eyes, “come on, we have food tech.”
The two carried on walking across the grass.
Soon, they arrived out side the textiles room. Floyd peeked through the window.
“Shoot, Its Parchment!” He whispered. Kyrriaku gave him a hopeful look, knocked and walked in.
“Ah, the boys from dorm 7b,” The brown Blumaroo said, peering over the top of her horn rimmed glasses. “Finally decided to join us have we?”
“Sorry Miss.” The two boys murmured as they shuffled towards their desks.
As Miss Parchment began to rattle on about avocado soup, Kyrriaku focused on the girl in front. Her name was Latisha Frost. She was a young Usul, she was a normal blue color, but was extremely tall, and had her ears in two ringlet shapes. It looked amazing. She wore a black leather skirt and white button down shirt, which in Kyrriaku’s opinion was illegally skimpy. Sometimes he compared her dress sense to his baggy top and likewise jeans, and wondered why she even stayed in the same class as him. They had gone to school together ever since Kindergarten, sometimes he wondered how she still didn’t know her name, but she must have a reason, she was perfect.
Miss Parchment’s voice broke into the dream world. “Now, Cook will hand out the soups and you try and season it using the ingredients to hand. Any questions?”
Bowls of soup were handed out and everyone got to work. Kyrriaku stared at the concoction, disgusted. The pieces of green mush floating round in the purple goo was enough to make anyone sick, He closed his eyes and picked up any can. He opened the selected can slowly and poured it in. The soup bubbled for a minute then turned a luminous shade of green. Kyrriaku stopped for a minute before pondering the differences between this and chemistry. He picked up the ladle resting on his desk, and dug in. He drew the foul smelling gloop to his lips and drank. He forced the soup down his throat, let out a stifled choke the quickly turned to read the label on what he had just put in. The can read:
BIN STERILIZER
If eaten, please consult a
Mortician. Sorry.
He looked over at the other cans. Tomato puree, garlic extract. Out of all the cans he had to pick that one. He felt the sterilizer kick in. He sank to the floor, he felt like his rip cage was being wrenched open and the Pant Devil was playing American Football using his heart as the opposition AND the ball! Everything went black.
He woke up in his dorm.
“Where the…?” He mumbled, looking around. He was alone. He got up and stared down at his hands. He frowned as he saw his skin. That’s odd, his skin wasn’t normal this leathery texture. He got up and walked over the mirror. He stared at himself. He looked good! The leathery texture made him look strong, like he had put on hundreds of muscles over night. He focused at his skin, it was a weird greenish purple colour, and it didn’t look half bad! Sort of tanned. He looked away from the mirror, shocked. He raised his hands to scratch his neck, trying to take everything in. Wait a tick. This was odd. It felt like he had some kind of pear shaped object growing where his hair should be. He turned back to the mirror to look. He looked completely normal again.
“What the…?” He said, puzzled. He carried on gazing into the mirror. He tensed his body, urging himself to change. His skin began to crawl and bulge. His hair flailed around wildly. When the commotion stopped, he was back in the new form. He looked up at his hair; it seemed to have vines intertwined with it and at the ends, what were these? Avocados? He stopped tensing himself and immediately reverted back to the normal Kyrriaku. He sat down on the bed, confused.
As Kyrriaku pondered, two hungry looking eyes took in the scene. After a while, the two hungry eyes ran back to their master. They stopped once in a small, dark studio, and focused o the back of a chair.
“I have news for you master!” The owner of the eyes said in a hurried voice, “there is a new target.” A light flicked on. The bearer of the eyes turned out to be a Koi. He continued. “The subject seems to be able to turn himself into some king of avocado plant! I have never seen anything like it!”
“Perfect!” Shouted the master, leaping out of chair. “Draft a note!” The Koi ran to get a pen and paper, and after about 20 minutes of dictating and suggestions, the note was complete. Its read:
Mr. Avocado,
I have taken interesting your new found powers and would like to cut you a deal. Meet me at number 7892456 Wishing Well Drive at 5:15pm NST. Please use the back door.
Hope to see you soon,
Lobsticular.
Back in the dorm, Kyrriaku was explaining his situation to Floyd.
“Sushi Man.” Floyd said suddenly.
“What?” Kyrriaku replied.
“Sushi Man. Now you’re a super hero, you need a side kick. Well you’re obviously going to pick me, so I want to be called Sushi Man!”
“Wow wow wow, hold up,” Kyrriaku butted in. “Who said anything about a super hero? No, this is just an….Ummm…minor temporal defect.”
“You don’t even know what those words mean do you?” Said Floyd, summing up the situation in one go. Kyrriaku slumped back onto the bed.
A letter fluttered down from the window. The pair looked up to see who it was, but only managed to catch a flipper sliding out of the window. They turned to the letter. Floyd began to read.
“…Signed Lobsticular.” He finished. “Weird. Hey, one day on the job and you already have your first case. You gonna take it?”
“Well, I don’t seem to have any choice. Ill do it, but you coming to Sushi Man.”
“Ok, cool! Dang! That only leaves us two hours. Cant be late for meeting your first supposed arch nemesis now can you.” Floyd mocked, jumping into action. Kyrriaku was starting to think that Floyd saw this as a game.
The Beginnings of the Avocado.
By rishiy
The sound of the bell buzzed through Kyrriaku’s dormant brain. He bolted up-right, drool and Chinese from the night before slowly crawling down his purple face. He quickly got up, and crawled across his dorm floor towards his cupboard, aware of the many college students rushing round outside. After lying face down of the wooden floor for a good 20 minutes, and doing many tests to see if anyone was still outside, he peeled himself off the hardwood floor. He quickly dressed, not particularly wanting to visit his first lesson in nothing but boxers, and gathered his books together. On his way out, he passed a mirror, he stared at his figure. He was a relatively normal looking Kyrii, quite lanky and fortunate enough to have been painted purple. He drew him self away from the mirror and left the dorm.
He stepped out onto the freshly mowed lawn. A blue Kiko stood there waiting for him.
“So you finally decided to join the land of the living! Welcome back.” The Kiko said in a sarcastic tone.
“Shut up Floyd. You know I had a great time with Latisha last night.” Kyrriaku replied, starting the walk across the grass.
“Yeah! She trod on your foot and said “Sorry Timmy.” Great progress!” Floyd said, even more sarcastically.
“And we have the winner of the Mr. Sarcastic award!” Kyrriaku replied rolling his eyes, “come on, we have food tech.”
The two carried on walking across the grass.
Soon, they arrived out side the textiles room. Floyd peeked through the window.
“Shoot, Its Parchment!” He whispered. Kyrriaku gave him a hopeful look, knocked and walked in.
“Ah, the boys from dorm 7b,” The brown Blumaroo said, peering over the top of her horn rimmed glasses. “Finally decided to join us have we?”
“Sorry Miss.” The two boys murmured as they shuffled towards their desks.
As Miss Parchment began to rattle on about avocado soup, Kyrriaku focused on the girl in front. Her name was Latisha Frost. She was a young Usul, she was a normal blue color, but was extremely tall, and had her ears in two ringlet shapes. It looked amazing. She wore a black leather skirt and white button down shirt, which in Kyrriaku’s opinion was illegally skimpy. Sometimes he compared her dress sense to his baggy top and likewise jeans, and wondered why she even stayed in the same class as him. They had gone to school together ever since Kindergarten, sometimes he wondered how she still didn’t know her name, but she must have a reason, she was perfect.
Miss Parchment’s voice broke into the dream world. “Now, Cook will hand out the soups and you try and season it using the ingredients to hand. Any questions?”
Bowls of soup were handed out and everyone got to work. Kyrriaku stared at the concoction, disgusted. The pieces of green mush floating round in the purple goo was enough to make anyone sick, He closed his eyes and picked up any can. He opened the selected can slowly and poured it in. The soup bubbled for a minute then turned a luminous shade of green. Kyrriaku stopped for a minute before pondering the differences between this and chemistry. He picked up the ladle resting on his desk, and dug in. He drew the foul smelling gloop to his lips and drank. He forced the soup down his throat, let out a stifled choke the quickly turned to read the label on what he had just put in. The can read:
BIN STERILIZER
If eaten, please consult a
Mortician. Sorry.
He looked over at the other cans. Tomato puree, garlic extract. Out of all the cans he had to pick that one. He felt the sterilizer kick in. He sank to the floor, he felt like his rip cage was being wrenched open and the Pant Devil was playing American Football using his heart as the opposition AND the ball! Everything went black.
He woke up in his dorm.
“Where the…?” He mumbled, looking around. He was alone. He got up and stared down at his hands. He frowned as he saw his skin. That’s odd, his skin wasn’t normal this leathery texture. He got up and walked over the mirror. He stared at himself. He looked good! The leathery texture made him look strong, like he had put on hundreds of muscles over night. He focused at his skin, it was a weird greenish purple colour, and it didn’t look half bad! Sort of tanned. He looked away from the mirror, shocked. He raised his hands to scratch his neck, trying to take everything in. Wait a tick. This was odd. It felt like he had some kind of pear shaped object growing where his hair should be. He turned back to the mirror to look. He looked completely normal again.
“What the…?” He said, puzzled. He carried on gazing into the mirror. He tensed his body, urging himself to change. His skin began to crawl and bulge. His hair flailed around wildly. When the commotion stopped, he was back in the new form. He looked up at his hair; it seemed to have vines intertwined with it and at the ends, what were these? Avocados? He stopped tensing himself and immediately reverted back to the normal Kyrriaku. He sat down on the bed, confused.
As Kyrriaku pondered, two hungry looking eyes took in the scene. After a while, the two hungry eyes ran back to their master. They stopped once in a small, dark studio, and focused o the back of a chair.
“I have news for you master!” The owner of the eyes said in a hurried voice, “there is a new target.” A light flicked on. The bearer of the eyes turned out to be a Koi. He continued. “The subject seems to be able to turn himself into some king of avocado plant! I have never seen anything like it!”
“Perfect!” Shouted the master, leaping out of chair. “Draft a note!” The Koi ran to get a pen and paper, and after about 20 minutes of dictating and suggestions, the note was complete. Its read:
Mr. Avocado,
I have taken interesting your new found powers and would like to cut you a deal. Meet me at number 7892456 Wishing Well Drive at 5:15pm NST. Please use the back door.
Hope to see you soon,
Lobsticular.
Back in the dorm, Kyrriaku was explaining his situation to Floyd.
“Sushi Man.” Floyd said suddenly.
“What?” Kyrriaku replied.
“Sushi Man. Now you’re a super hero, you need a side kick. Well you’re obviously going to pick me, so I want to be called Sushi Man!”
“Wow wow wow, hold up,” Kyrriaku butted in. “Who said anything about a super hero? No, this is just an….Ummm…minor temporal defect.”
“You don’t even know what those words mean do you?” Said Floyd, summing up the situation in one go. Kyrriaku slumped back onto the bed.
A letter fluttered down from the window. The pair looked up to see who it was, but only managed to catch a flipper sliding out of the window. They turned to the letter. Floyd began to read.
“…Signed Lobsticular.” He finished. “Weird. Hey, one day on the job and you already have your first case. You gonna take it?”
“Well, I don’t seem to have any choice. Ill do it, but you coming to Sushi Man.”
“Ok, cool! Dang! That only leaves us two hours. Cant be late for meeting your first supposed arch nemesis now can you.” Floyd mocked, jumping into action. Kyrriaku was starting to think that Floyd saw this as a game.
