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Post by the_who on Oct 30, 2008 23:29:11 GMT -5
Ok, since the other place kinda turned into an 8-page chat-thread, why don't we start 'PAWNS 2' (name to be disputed later after we've written it, or most of it) over here?
*Glomples* I lurveths you all soooo muches!
and bash, do you want me to post your thingy over here, or do you want to do that yourself?
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bashcreechur
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Well, now... I can tell this is going to be an awkward situation...
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Post by bashcreechur on Oct 31, 2008 0:09:34 GMT -5
Hmm? What "thingy?" my Bio?
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Post by chaos on Oct 31, 2008 21:15:03 GMT -5
OH WAIT LET ME UPLOAD THE LAST CHAPPY REAL QUICK! IT WAS A HALLOWEEN PRESENT XD.
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Post by the_who on Oct 31, 2008 22:25:15 GMT -5
(I LURVES YOU CHAOS!!!! *glomps, sobs* I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ALL OVER!!!!! Oh wait... no it's not. And yeah, bash, i was talkin bout your bio. course, considering we have it on the other area, we don't really NEED it over here, unless you want it here. up to you, really. Okay.... *cracks knuckles* let's do this thing....)
The middle of nowhere - Roswell, New Mexico. The date was July 7th, 1947, and a secretive yet national operation was under place.
Geronium Prokaryote stared down at a stip of metal, the gloves on his fingers squeaking as he turned the strange object over. "This is... amazing." he said to the steely operation-leader beside him, "I've... never seen anything like it?"
"Tell me, what made this?"
"I don't know... it's not a material anyone on this planet has ever touched."
"This planet?" the commander asked, raising an eyebrow, and shook his tanned face. "That's ridiculous.
"But it's true...." Geronium said, a sparkle in his eye. "It is...."
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Vay cradled her toddler on her shoulder, who slept soundly. It was late - her child with yet another nightmare. She swayed back and forth gently, her hand gingerly running through his fine black hair.
She heard the front door click open, and sat up, a smile crossing her lips. "Hey hon...." she was kissed on the cheek, and sunk into the couch as a form sat beside her, appraising their son. Geronium smirked at the little goggles pushed into the child's hairline, revealing his peaceful eyelids. A day of play always wore his son out. "How was Membrane?" he asked quietly.
"Another nightmare." Vay said in a whisper, leaning into Geronium's shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut. Her silkly brown hair was combed through by her husband. "But I think he'll be okay." Geronium smiled, and kissed her gently.
"I brought something home I think he might like."
"What is it."
"That's a secret." Geronium said mysteriously, a smirk tugging on his cheeks, and he closed his eyes, nuzzling into his wive's hair.
Neither knew that both of them would die merely a year later, leaving Membrane to live with his elderly grandmother, the only items he owned his goggles, his junior scientist dress-up kit, a teddy bear, and a box he wouldn't open for many years to come.
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Membrane wheezed as dust filled his lungs, and coughed a bit before continuing. A towering man, he easily reached the ancient articles, placing them in one of two piles - keep or sell. It was rare for him to ever clean, but recent events concerning his son had lead him to nervously tidying, each day more concerned over the boy's health... and emotional stableness. His girlfriend, it seemed, had abandoned him, leaving him with only the annoying foreign boy to talk to.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, sinuses irritated, and reached up to pull down yet another box. But when he brought it down, he was a bit shocked. Standing alone in the attic, he turned it overly gingerly, looking at the many scribbles of crayons across it. Slowly, he opened the box, eyes softening.
A bar of pliable material lay there, symbols glinting in the dim light, still a mystery. He no longer remembered what his late father had told him it was, but a thought came to mind as he slowly brushed his gloved finger across the cool surface.
"I wonder if Dib has anything like this." Membrane pondered, a smirk teasing from under the massive collar of his labcoat. "I bet he'd like it." With that, he pocketed the long, thin box, and continued his tidying.
Little did he know that the particuliar item in that box would lead his son into even more trouble.
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"San-Diego comic con - be there. Far left side of building, back corner." Chaos blinked - this was the message CML had sent.
Since having to answer to many a fanmail, the two had grown distant, as CML was still answering the mail. Chaos had managed to escape, as she was more tactful, but this only seemed to amuse Jhonen that CML had more work to do... according to his blogs, anyway. CML was a bit angry that she hadn't escaped, and thus, contact between she and Chaos had dwindled.
"Huh...." Chaos blinked, and then read her next message, and tenatively replied with an "Okay then.... But you better not do anything too crazy this time." She noticed another message, and grinned.
She began reading the words of Bash.
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Post by chaos on Oct 31, 2008 22:37:05 GMT -5
(Darn this is where Bash would enter)
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Post by the_who on Oct 31, 2008 22:54:59 GMT -5
(eh, let's just wait for him. i don't really feel like doing this one tonight, anyhow. i want to work on butterfly days! it's so intense now... what with the girls schemeing and all. girls are so mean to each other... why are we that way?)
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Post by chaos on Oct 31, 2008 23:20:50 GMT -5
(we aren't the evil non a-sexual girls are )
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Post by the_who on Oct 31, 2008 23:34:34 GMT -5
(YES! INGENIOUS!)
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Post by chaos on Nov 1, 2008 0:05:57 GMT -5
(XD)
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bashcreechur
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Well, now... I can tell this is going to be an awkward situation...
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Post by bashcreechur on Nov 1, 2008 0:49:30 GMT -5
(okay! ... what do I do? sorry for being so newb-ish ^^
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Post by chaos on Nov 1, 2008 1:02:31 GMT -5
(post the next part of the fic in story paragraph format it doesn't have to be long just long enough so one of use has something to work with)
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Post by the_who on Nov 1, 2008 1:11:47 GMT -5
(yes, bash, post and we shall write!)
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bashcreechur
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Well, now... I can tell this is going to be an awkward situation...
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Post by bashcreechur on Nov 1, 2008 13:42:14 GMT -5
"Hi there, CML! It’s me, Bash. I’m stuck at work with nothing to do… you think you could come over and visit? We could go for pizza or something afterwards… or just throw starving weasels at passing pedestrians… I don’t know… I’M BORED! And I’m bout ready to bite off the heads of all the customers here! I’ve been tryin’ to get a hold of Chaos, but she’s not respondin’ to my txt. Must be busy or something. Anyways, just let me know soon! See you ‘round!”
Just as soon as Bash put his phone away, he heard it. “HEY! YOU! SLAVE-BOY!” That evil voice, all too familiar to Bash… He turned and stared at a pale, hunched-over, shriveled old man, “Ah… Mr. Serrevo… our most “valued” customer…” he stated, blandly. “Shut up! You tell me where I find Hulk-movie!” The decrepit old man hissed in broken “engrish” “The ‘Incredible Hulk?’ Did you want the old one version or the newest one?” “Don’t you be giving me the smart-ass!” Serrevo stared Bash down with his creepy pale eye. Bash, unaffected by the “creep-stare” as it has come to be known, stared right back, then began typing up something “Hmm… ‘Smart-Ass’… Nope, that’s not in our movie database. We have Jackass: The Movie for only $3.29, if you’re interested…” “WHAT!? YOU TRY TO BE SMART-ASS WITH ME!? I WANT TO SEE MANAGER! YOU BRING ME MANAGER NOW!” He screamed, as loudly as an eighty-seven-year-old malignant vulture could. Bash smirked and kept on typing. “Nope, no ‘Manager’ movie either.” Bash was starting to enjoy this, “If you want, I can pull up a list of movie recommendations.” Serrevo just stood there, his mouth open a bit, cursed in his native language and grumbled, “Just give me new Hulk-movie…” He had been defeated and he knew it. Bash grabbed a copy of the Incredible Hulk, rang it up and handed it to Serrevo. Serrevo grabbed hold of Bash’s wrist and pulled him up to his wrinkled face. “This not over, slave-boy… you gonna regret this day…” He growled; his putrid breath lingering, almost visibly, around his head. Bash peeled off the crusty old-hand from his arm, stared Sarrevo right back and simply said, “You have a great day, too, sir! And enjoy your movie!” cheerful as can be. A little surprised at the fact that this mere boy-slave was not trembling before his superiority; Serrevo stormed out of the Hollywood Video, clutching his movie and cursing in some kind of Spanish. “Wow, Bash, you sure do have a way with the locals!” Bash turned to see a familiar silhouette in the entrance
(Mmkay, hope this works. Since I’m not too sure where this story is going, I’ll just stick to controlling only myself right now XP)
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Post by chaos on Nov 1, 2008 14:11:32 GMT -5
(This CML Chaos trust thing will cause some trouble or not depends on what CML does XD)
It was CML. "Hey CML." Bash smirked setting down a stack of movies that he had just picked up. "What's going on?"
"We're going to meet up with Chaos." CML stated mater of factly. Then she looked at Bash turning her head slightly. "I would never picture you as someone to give a jerk what they asked for."
Bash smiled and broke out in an uproarious laugh. "I didn't-hehe-I gave him The Incredible Hulk case with Dora the explorer in it. XD"
CML rolled her eyes and joined in the laughter.
Back at the Comic-con. Chaos was furious. "CML!" she shouted for no reason and instantly sporked an innocent bystander. "That's not fair, She's ditching me!"
CmL heard Chaos's angry thoughts and scowled. "Hold a grudge on someone for a few weeks and instrantly they don't trust you anymore."
Bash cocked an eye brow at CMl. "What is that supposed to mean."
"Not much now come on!" CML grabbed Bash and dragged him out of the store before tele-running to the comic-con.
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Post by the_who on Nov 1, 2008 20:18:51 GMT -5
The glaring lights, the noise, the smell... it was definately a Comic-con, with Jokers standing on the side grinning, superheros bulging out of their spandex, and anime-freaks squealing shrilly as they ran about in their 'canon uniforms'. The vomit in the middle of the indifferent crowd completed the scenery, the sun glaring down in despair.
"Sorry we're late!" CML yelled, dragging a slightly stumbling Bash behind her. "Bash had to deal with a wrinkly stinky guy." She smirked at Bash, who shrugged, sipping on a box of juice he had snatched from a an innocent by stander... well, perhaps not so innocent, considering she had been dressed up as a naughty nurse with a giant syringe....
Bash was the newest addition to their group, a loyal companion they had discovered through the miracle of the internet. Both had entrusted them with their adventures... not that it was a secret. In fact, CML and Chaos had boasted about it on a website called deviantart... but being irrelevant to the situation, that fact was discarded. He was the type of guy a fangirl could just latch on to and squeal over.
"Psh, well, you should have ran faster." Chaos scolded, glancing away in frustration. "And it's still your fault."
"I know that. But I still blame you anyway."
Bash groaned, and shook his head. "Guys, come on, cut it out." he insisted, tearing them apart as they began some kind of awkward fight that was more pathetic than a slap-fight. "So, anyway, what's up?"
"Oh, we're taking you to the Zim world, that's all." CML said casually, leaning against the wall, and Chaos glared.
"CML, we can't go back. We could-"
"I've got it all figured out! See, we bind my mouth with a bunch of ducttape, and I don't touch anything, and it should work out fine!" CML interupted, "Jhonen won't even realize we're there."
Bash grinned broadly - finally, the moment he had been waiting for! Some amazing irresistably random adventure through space and time and portals! And just weird stuff!
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Post by chaos on Nov 1, 2008 20:28:32 GMT -5
(yeah but we find out hobo is GONE! as is jhonen XP COME ON BASH!)
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Post by bashcreechur on Nov 2, 2008 4:59:58 GMT -5
“Yeah, Come on, Chaos!” Bash cried, “I mean, duct tape, Chaos! DUCT TAPE! Look, she’s already started!” Chaos and Bash stared at CML as she began wrapping her head in duct tape. The sight was a little disturbing, to say the least. Chaos cocked her head, “Wow, look at her go…” Bash shook his head and was about to return to convincing Chaos when suddenly four burly men in black security jumpsuits flew out of no where. “You three!” CML stopped wrapping her head for a second and managed a muffled, “Huh? Who’s that? What did they say?” “Don’t move! Mr. Vasquez told us to look for you kids and kick your asses on-sight!!” Chaos chuckled, “Aw, he remembers us!” CML attempted in vain to remove the duct tape from her head, “What? Ow…” Bash stared at the ground in thought, “Kick my ass? I’ve never even met the guy and he wants my ass kicked? Wow…” One of the men, apparently the leader, gritted his teeth and yelled, “ARGH! HURRY, KICK THEIR ASSES! IT’S ALMOST LUNCH TIME!!!” “Hold on, before you do that…” Chaos dug down into her pocket and pulled out a small bag of cheese puffs. “FETCH!” she yelled as she tossed the bag behind the “leader.” All the security guards gazed over at the shiny bag of cheesy-puffiness sitting on the ground. They drooled a bit and grabbed their stomachs and slowly inched forward, making sure to keep an eye on the three “culprits.” A cosplayer stopped in his tracks as the bag of puffs entered his field of vision. The guards glared at the rather large Solid-Snake-wanna-be as he too inched toward the small treasure. Suddenly, he bravely dove for the bag. And was met with four huge flying steroid-pumpers. Other comic-con goers noticed the commotion and joined the epic battle for golden-delishusness. Chaos saw their chance, “Come on, let’s go, while there’s still puffs left!” She grabbed Bash (who was ready to go after the puffs himself) and CML and ran off before the guards could notice. Poor CML, duct tape still stuck on her eyes and ears, managed to say, “KICK OUR ASSES?!?” as she was dragged through the crowds.
(Lolz, cheese-puffs. I always loved it in cartoons when there were huge crowds of people fighting over something stupid, or in this case, small but ABSOLUTELY DELISHUS! I totally would have won that battle… XP Sorry CML for having you be completely oblivious to what happened, you know I lurve you ;3)
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Post by chaos on Nov 2, 2008 14:14:44 GMT -5
(I LUVS CHEESEY POOFS!)
Chaos dragged Bash and CML in side and quickly tossed them against the wall. "The first of Johnen's many security measures broken!"
CML at this point had finally gotten all, or most of, the duct tape off of her face. "TO JHONEN!" She shouted stampeding off towards the main comic convention area.
"So where is he?" Bash asked looking around for the god that is Jhonen.
CML and Chaos looked around confused. Where WAS Jhonen? Finally Chaos spoke their fears. "It was a trick!" She looked around more frantically and CML tele-ran around the place looking for their Idol.
"Jhonen's not here!" CML Shouted knocking over a large group of cosplayers. "He's just gone! He left us and how do we get back to my moron now!?"
Bash, a little freaked by CML's display, grabbed her shoulders and shook her till she stopped. "GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!"
Chaos was saddened by the lost of the only way in to the IZ world as well. Then an Idea struck her. "BASH!"
"What?"
"IT's Brilliant!" Chaos continued ignoring Bash and CML. "We don't just bring in a character for nothing!" She turned around and pointed dramatically at Bash. "YOU CAN GET US TO THE IZ WORLD!"
"Say what?" CML stood up to look at Chaos like she was crazy, witch she kind of was but that's beside the point.
"Bash, tell us ids there anyone or anything you know of that has the ability to travel to other dimensions?"
Bash thought for a while as CML and Chaos looked at him eagerly. "Wait, there is some one," Bash stuck his finger in the air.
"Who!?" CML demanded jumping on top of Bash and strangling him. "TELL ME WHO!"
"M-Mortose!" Bash coughed out trying to breath. "I-it's Mortose Der soul stealer!"
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Post by the_who on Nov 2, 2008 16:16:27 GMT -5
"Mortose!? But... but... but I'm broke!"CML stammered, pulling her pockets out to prove it. "And he'll want this and that and-"
"CML, get a grip." Chaos said, whapping her friend over the head. Her hand stuck due to a bit of ducttape residue, and it took a bit of shaking to get it free again. "Man, that stuff IS strong!"
"I say we buy some rubber pants and go to the cemetary - that'll get him." Bash said eagerly, already walking towards the door. "Then we can take him to McDonalds or something, and-"
"I already said that I have no money!" CML whimpered, but nobody was listening to her, Chaos following Bash. She groaned, and followed, wonering how much debt she would get into on this adventure.
Bash fidgeted as they passed the battle of the Puffs, and Chaos's eyes grew a bit as he began lowering in to pounce. "Oh no you-" before she could stop him, he lunged into the pile, knocking out countless victims as literally swam toward the prize. CML and Chaos glanced at each other, and nervously ran to the outskirt of the horde, and tried to look past the crowd of people, but it was so tightly packed that they couldn't see.
But alas, Bash surfaced to the top, the bag in his hand, a grin on his face. He skipped on the heads of the people in the crowd, who continued to fight, not realizing that the prize had been taken.
"BASH, WHAT THE-"
"I like cheese-puffs." he interupted Chaos, who roled her eyes, as he was already shoving his hand in the back to retrieve the cheesy goodness. CML watched him hungrily, eyes crazed. I mean, really, who can resist such delicious cheesy goodness?
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bashcreechur
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Post by bashcreechur on Nov 4, 2008 11:56:46 GMT -5
CML was about to reach for the bag, but she was beaten to it by a passing spectator. His index finger hadn’t even had a chance to touch the silvery foil before Bash had picked him up one-handed by his collar and tossed him into the crowd of wrestling cosplayers. Bash continued on as if nothing happened. He said nothing; no words were needed. Those were Bash’s cheese-puffs.
They continued to the cemetery where Mortose rested. CML had several random items in her arms, most notably a pair of black rubber pants and a cute little puppy. As they neared their destination, Bash suddenly stopped. “Hey… wait a minute… Guys?” The other two stopped and looked back, “I just thought about something; Mortos can only be summoned once every thousand years… it hasn’t even been a decade since he was last summoned...” Chaos stared at Bash questioningly, "Really now? you don't know?" Bash stared blankly. "Mortos can visit the IZ world only one day every thousand years, the other 9,999 years and 364 days, he's stuck here," CML said, straining under the weight of the offerings, Bash sighed a relieving sigh of relief, "Oh... I knew that... I was just testing you two..."
There it was. "Here rests MORTOS DER SOULSTEALER" The bronze plaque hung loosely on the ragged door of Mortos' crypt. Bash opened the deteriorating door and peered inside "... hmm... AAAAHH!!! OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!!!" he screamed. CML and Chaos gasped in horror, what the hell was happening to Bash? Suddenly he stopped screaming. He turned around and looked at his friends, "There's nothing in there." he stated. "You jerk! You freaked us out!! Why the hell were you yelling!?" CML yelled as Chaos smacked Bash over the head. "Ow! I don't know, I was expecting something freaky so I just yelled... and I kinda wanted to scare you guys a bit... did it work?" Bash chuckled as the girls simply glared at him. "He-he... Okay, anyways, how do we-" Bash was cut off as the ground shook violently, opened up in a smiley face shaped hole and spat out green flames and demon-bats. "Nevermind..."
Suddenly a hulking, hunch-backed, gray person rose out of the ground, towering over the trio. "I AM MORTOS DER SOULSTEALER!!! WHO HAS DISTURBED MORTOS' REST!? HUH!? WHO!?!?!"
(okay, so how bout we give him the gifts, he takes them all but he wants my cheesy puffs before he'll open a portal. See where I'm goin' with this? XD)
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