I should be able to get a post up by the end of today. :)
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Okay. Yep that will work. :)
I like this idea, yep, yep. Although I might get you to explain, but that can wait till morning, (I might be getting yelled at to get off the computer.)
Also, Daxam, My little brother says he thinks your avatar is cute. I practically had to pry him away form the computer. :)
Also, Daxam, My little brother says he thinks your avatar is cute. I practically had to pry him away form the computer. :)
@Dragonite777 Why thank-you :)
Ren didn't want to start an argument about what it was, but neither did she want to admit that it was teleporting, soooo………
Ren didn't want to start an argument about what it was, but neither did she want to admit that it was teleporting, soooo………
"Wait, Seth called it a zombie? Is that Seth," Ren looked at Maggie, perplexed as to when Seth’s name had been brought up for Maggie to know it. “Huh? No, that’s not Seth; I don’t think his name is Seth.” She replied to the question, “I said Seth? Huh. Okay.” And she shrugged her shoulders, oh well.
“And I am insisting you can’t teleport, because you can’t.”
"I am not dead yet." “Aparrently.” Just as Maggie pulled her "Really? Are you sure? I couldn't tell by the lack of not breathing. Wait, I mean the fact that you're still breathing. Or was it the non-stiffness? Crap, I forgot what I meant." stunt. Which made Ren smirk.
"At any rate, alive is much better than dead. As food is much better than hunger, well, once we find our way out. I don't even know where we are, let alone how to get out. Anyone seen that guy around?" Shrugging again Ren headed off down the ally back in the direction they had been running from. “We should have left a scent trace, dunno why I didn’t think of this earlier, although it will probably be faint, and that can get us somewhere, but this isn’t my area of expertise, soooo………….” She paused facing back toward the others, “Although… we could follow the left rule. At every junction turn left, if there is no left turn than straight ahead. It’ll get you out of any maze…… eventually.”
It was actually Seth who came who with the idea. Hey, Ren, don’t yell, I had a thought She rolled her eyes, Watch out that’s dangerous, No, really. he continued; Get the girl to use her ‘teleporting’ up to the top of a building and lead you out.
That could actually work. Opening her mouth she repeated the idea to the others. "You could," she pointed at Maggie, "try using your not-teleporting to get yourself up a building, and from there see if you could lead us out."
There wasn't much for Seth, he was just tagging along. So instead he focused his attention on what was happening on Ren's end of things, sniggering profoundly at Maggie's failed sarcasm. But he did try to be helpful, and the fact Ren wasn't yelling at him meant that he timidly put forward an idea, grimacing when Ren implied thinking was a new thing to him.
“And I am insisting you can’t teleport, because you can’t.”
"I am not dead yet." “Aparrently.” Just as Maggie pulled her "Really? Are you sure? I couldn't tell by the lack of not breathing. Wait, I mean the fact that you're still breathing. Or was it the non-stiffness? Crap, I forgot what I meant." stunt. Which made Ren smirk.
"At any rate, alive is much better than dead. As food is much better than hunger, well, once we find our way out. I don't even know where we are, let alone how to get out. Anyone seen that guy around?" Shrugging again Ren headed off down the ally back in the direction they had been running from. “We should have left a scent trace, dunno why I didn’t think of this earlier, although it will probably be faint, and that can get us somewhere, but this isn’t my area of expertise, soooo………….” She paused facing back toward the others, “Although… we could follow the left rule. At every junction turn left, if there is no left turn than straight ahead. It’ll get you out of any maze…… eventually.”
It was actually Seth who came who with the idea. Hey, Ren, don’t yell, I had a thought She rolled her eyes, Watch out that’s dangerous, No, really. he continued; Get the girl to use her ‘teleporting’ up to the top of a building and lead you out.
That could actually work. Opening her mouth she repeated the idea to the others. "You could," she pointed at Maggie, "try using your not-teleporting to get yourself up a building, and from there see if you could lead us out."
There wasn't much for Seth, he was just tagging along. So instead he focused his attention on what was happening on Ren's end of things, sniggering profoundly at Maggie's failed sarcasm. But he did try to be helpful, and the fact Ren wasn't yelling at him meant that he timidly put forward an idea, grimacing when Ren implied thinking was a new thing to him.
Hope that was alright, decided mimicking you two was a little too……… I dunno, pointless I guess.
The MP she destroyed wouldn't be a strong one, just a scary looking one, enough for her to just hit it till it's gone.
Gotta go. :)
Oh and since I haven't seemed to say it yet; Hello all!
The MP she destroyed wouldn't be a strong one, just a scary looking one, enough for her to just hit it till it's gone.
Gotta go. :)
Oh and since I haven't seemed to say it yet; Hello all!
Alex poked the floating gloves, leaping backwards to avoid anything that might happen, although aside from a slight bobbing form the glove-thing she had touched, nothing changed. Slinking closer, Alex climbed onto the desk, getting a good look at the objects from all sides, and really, they seemed to be nothing more than gloves with a strange red metal attached. Grabbing one she peered inside, looking for…… she wasn’t sure what, but probably anything that looked like it shouldn’t be inside a glove. Placing the glove back on the desk, or five centimeters above it, she picked the other one up and examined that one thoroughly too. Finally deciding they looked safe enough she tucked each one in a pocket, one of the benefits of having her cargo pants, even if they were no longer quite the same khaki colour, now being more of a purple-black, like obsidian in minecraft, a game her brother played excessively, not that she didn’t, just that he played it more than her.
Turning and surveying the room, Alex frowned, grimacing at the empty surfaces, the couch was actually still there, but a mud puddle looked more inviting to sit on than its solid, black with neon edges, slab.
Sliding down the ladder out of the attic, she clomped softly to her room, scared to look, choosing instead to peer cautiously round the door to Rick’s bedroom, right opposite her own. It to was empty, spartan, just like the attic. His bed was there, as soft looking as the walls, with no blankets, and no pillows. There was just the bed, side-table shelves and desk; it was like someone had ransacked the house taking everything that was not furniture.
Finally having worked up the courage to search her own room, Alex paused at her door, yanking it open in a sudden rush, she found her room, just like Rick’s; empty void of all but the basic furniture, and all of it the same shiny-but-not-shiny solid slabs with pale-morning-blue neon streaks outlining everything.
Pinching herself as the reality of where she was, or more accurately where she was not, set in, Alex wondered if this was a nightmare, certainly it wasn’t her worst, that position would always be held by a set of double dreams back to back, but this was awfully real. Too real for a dream, she decided.
Backing out of the not-her room, she started to wonder if she was dead. It hadn’t felt like she had died, but how was she supposed to know what that felt like? But if she was dead, then this would probably be the equivalent of purgatory. Although neither Alex nor her family was religious, she had a fair idea of some of those sorts of beliefs, not a good one, just an idea.
Really hoping she wasn’t dead, Alex explored the rest of the house, finding every room consisted of the same freaky stuff. Reaching the front door, she paused, not really ready to go outside, but deciding to anyway. Overriding the little voice of caution, she snatched the door open, revealing a mechanized, blue-black, neon outlined, empty world.
Well, almost empty, the door to the mirror workshop stood open, just a bit. And a slight rummaging came from inside. Creeping closer, scared terribly, Alex peeked round the door, finding a mechanical looking dog-like creature, probably knee high, a metallic silver colour. It’s large face was squat and boxy, and its legs slightly stubby, but the fangs lining its open maw were certainly worrying, more like knives than fangs, and with the way the jaw attached if it bit something, it would chomp out a massive hole.
Slinking away Alex thoughtlessly shoved her hands in her pockets, straight into the odd gloves. She yanked her hands out of the pockets, as the gloves weren’t coming off that easily, just in time it seemed as a blade materialized from the front of the gloves, although materialized wasn’t really the right word, it was more like the red metal had started……opening. Small bright red flaps folding out and merging, forming a guard for her hand itself, a piece growing from the bottom forcing her hands into fists, and a knife-like piece extending in a roughly six inch blade, the sharp side facing up.
Distracted by the manifestation of the blades, Alex didn’t see the dog-like creature come out of the workshop, but she did hear the grating that came from it opening it’s jaw as wide as it might go. The noise was horrible, and certainly enough to drag her out of her mesmerization.
Jerking her head up, Alex freaked, and who wouldn’t with a knee-high, mechanical looking dog-like-thing, that is cranking open its maw-full of deadly sharp shards-that-pass-for-teeth, in all probability to try and swallow you whole?
Alex tripped backwards in an effort to get away from the thing, which in turn leapt at her, jaw gnashing wildly. Slamming her fist at it, Alex kept pummeling the creature, leaving large gashes in its side. She might not normally fight, but she had been taught to throw a punch, as every girl should be, and so even full to the brim with terror, she didn’t stop hitting the thing, not till it dissolved in blue and black pixel dust, and even then she took a few more swings at it, making sure it was gone.
When not even the dust remained, she turned and dashed back inside, slamming the door and collapsing in a shaking heap as the adrenalin caught up to her. She didn’t know how long she sat there, it could have been an eternity for all she cared, but somewhere along the way she ran out of time.
Sliding off the seat, Alex hit the floor of the Den with a thud. Blinking she looked round. What? Everything was back to normal, the books on the shelves, the computers blinking away on the desks, the couch in all it’s multi-coloured, moth-eaten, glory. It was all there and all …… different, just as it was supposed to be.
Rick wasn’t there but that didn’t register, as a headache set in, a dull throb, ringing muffledly throughout her head.
She didn’t see it, but the Desktop had a message on the screen,
===NOTICE===
>Overtime
>Log-out procedure activated
Turning and surveying the room, Alex frowned, grimacing at the empty surfaces, the couch was actually still there, but a mud puddle looked more inviting to sit on than its solid, black with neon edges, slab.
Sliding down the ladder out of the attic, she clomped softly to her room, scared to look, choosing instead to peer cautiously round the door to Rick’s bedroom, right opposite her own. It to was empty, spartan, just like the attic. His bed was there, as soft looking as the walls, with no blankets, and no pillows. There was just the bed, side-table shelves and desk; it was like someone had ransacked the house taking everything that was not furniture.
Finally having worked up the courage to search her own room, Alex paused at her door, yanking it open in a sudden rush, she found her room, just like Rick’s; empty void of all but the basic furniture, and all of it the same shiny-but-not-shiny solid slabs with pale-morning-blue neon streaks outlining everything.
Pinching herself as the reality of where she was, or more accurately where she was not, set in, Alex wondered if this was a nightmare, certainly it wasn’t her worst, that position would always be held by a set of double dreams back to back, but this was awfully real. Too real for a dream, she decided.
Backing out of the not-her room, she started to wonder if she was dead. It hadn’t felt like she had died, but how was she supposed to know what that felt like? But if she was dead, then this would probably be the equivalent of purgatory. Although neither Alex nor her family was religious, she had a fair idea of some of those sorts of beliefs, not a good one, just an idea.
Really hoping she wasn’t dead, Alex explored the rest of the house, finding every room consisted of the same freaky stuff. Reaching the front door, she paused, not really ready to go outside, but deciding to anyway. Overriding the little voice of caution, she snatched the door open, revealing a mechanized, blue-black, neon outlined, empty world.
Well, almost empty, the door to the mirror workshop stood open, just a bit. And a slight rummaging came from inside. Creeping closer, scared terribly, Alex peeked round the door, finding a mechanical looking dog-like creature, probably knee high, a metallic silver colour. It’s large face was squat and boxy, and its legs slightly stubby, but the fangs lining its open maw were certainly worrying, more like knives than fangs, and with the way the jaw attached if it bit something, it would chomp out a massive hole.
Slinking away Alex thoughtlessly shoved her hands in her pockets, straight into the odd gloves. She yanked her hands out of the pockets, as the gloves weren’t coming off that easily, just in time it seemed as a blade materialized from the front of the gloves, although materialized wasn’t really the right word, it was more like the red metal had started……opening. Small bright red flaps folding out and merging, forming a guard for her hand itself, a piece growing from the bottom forcing her hands into fists, and a knife-like piece extending in a roughly six inch blade, the sharp side facing up.
Distracted by the manifestation of the blades, Alex didn’t see the dog-like creature come out of the workshop, but she did hear the grating that came from it opening it’s jaw as wide as it might go. The noise was horrible, and certainly enough to drag her out of her mesmerization.
Jerking her head up, Alex freaked, and who wouldn’t with a knee-high, mechanical looking dog-like-thing, that is cranking open its maw-full of deadly sharp shards-that-pass-for-teeth, in all probability to try and swallow you whole?
Alex tripped backwards in an effort to get away from the thing, which in turn leapt at her, jaw gnashing wildly. Slamming her fist at it, Alex kept pummeling the creature, leaving large gashes in its side. She might not normally fight, but she had been taught to throw a punch, as every girl should be, and so even full to the brim with terror, she didn’t stop hitting the thing, not till it dissolved in blue and black pixel dust, and even then she took a few more swings at it, making sure it was gone.
When not even the dust remained, she turned and dashed back inside, slamming the door and collapsing in a shaking heap as the adrenalin caught up to her. She didn’t know how long she sat there, it could have been an eternity for all she cared, but somewhere along the way she ran out of time.
Sliding off the seat, Alex hit the floor of the Den with a thud. Blinking she looked round. What? Everything was back to normal, the books on the shelves, the computers blinking away on the desks, the couch in all it’s multi-coloured, moth-eaten, glory. It was all there and all …… different, just as it was supposed to be.
Rick wasn’t there but that didn’t register, as a headache set in, a dull throb, ringing muffledly throughout her head.
She didn’t see it, but the Desktop had a message on the screen,
===NOTICE===
>Overtime
>Log-out procedure activated
"Ren, I don't know if either of us can take that... Zombie, you said?" Ren rolled her eyes, frowning, no, not a zommbie, so she said that, "I didn't say zombie, no I didn't, that was Seth, he say's it's a zombie. And yes I could take it." She didn't look at Maggie, she was too busy being distracted by the not-a-zombie that had snatched the boy she'd been dragging, and attacked him, as much as destroying the not-zombie would satisfy her, Ren knew the boy was doomed. She wasn't sacrificing herself for a lost cause, no sir, she was going to use this as a way to gauge the not-a-zombie's skill and style, though it seemed to be lacking both.
So of course she saw the thing go straight through the boy disappearing before her eyes. Maggie was talking, but Ren didn't answer. Not until the girl asked what, to Ren, seemed like the craziest question ever, "Hey, what did you mean by that, about me not teleporting? I proved it earlier to that other guy who asked about it. Need I prove it again?" She just looked at Maggie, slightly speechless, "You really don't know?" there had been something in the way Maggie had said it that told Ren that Maggie believed wholeheartedly that it was teleporting. "How about we get out of here? I don't like the air, it smells, wrong." She went and offered her hand to help the boy up, he was probably in shock, Ren decided, she definitely would be if that had been her. "I'm hungry, let's get some food, I'll talk to you about this teleporting business, once we've found some food. Any guesses of how we get out of here?" She asked, looking round and realizing that she had been blindly following Maggie, and before that, she had been too……… feral to bother paying attention to the twists and turns of this labyrinth.
“Heh, you make a nice door stopper Seth, Righty, righty, let’s go explore some more! Or should we get to class? Third period is about to start. Hmm…nah, Onee-chan won’t be that mad at us. Right Akane?” Seth frowned, Ruki was taking this way too lightly, but then again that could be a good thing. He decided following behind was the best idea, less chance of a …… dramatic episode, or at least such an obvious one. He was shocked, however, when he saw a mental image come through from Ren, more of a mental video really, of the 'zombie' attacking and then going straight through the boy and disappearing. The hostile 'waves' were slowly fading from Ren and there was more puzzlement than anything else. He was a bit dubious about Ruki's declaration that Yoshino wouldn't mind, that they were essentially skipping school, but he just went along with it, it wasn't his problem if they got yelled at, well it probably was but Ren was already likely to have received detention, so Seth just shrugged off the possibility of his being in detention.
So of course she saw the thing go straight through the boy disappearing before her eyes. Maggie was talking, but Ren didn't answer. Not until the girl asked what, to Ren, seemed like the craziest question ever, "Hey, what did you mean by that, about me not teleporting? I proved it earlier to that other guy who asked about it. Need I prove it again?" She just looked at Maggie, slightly speechless, "You really don't know?" there had been something in the way Maggie had said it that told Ren that Maggie believed wholeheartedly that it was teleporting. "How about we get out of here? I don't like the air, it smells, wrong." She went and offered her hand to help the boy up, he was probably in shock, Ren decided, she definitely would be if that had been her. "I'm hungry, let's get some food, I'll talk to you about this teleporting business, once we've found some food. Any guesses of how we get out of here?" She asked, looking round and realizing that she had been blindly following Maggie, and before that, she had been too……… feral to bother paying attention to the twists and turns of this labyrinth.
“Heh, you make a nice door stopper Seth, Righty, righty, let’s go explore some more! Or should we get to class? Third period is about to start. Hmm…nah, Onee-chan won’t be that mad at us. Right Akane?” Seth frowned, Ruki was taking this way too lightly, but then again that could be a good thing. He decided following behind was the best idea, less chance of a …… dramatic episode, or at least such an obvious one. He was shocked, however, when he saw a mental image come through from Ren, more of a mental video really, of the 'zombie' attacking and then going straight through the boy and disappearing. The hostile 'waves' were slowly fading from Ren and there was more puzzlement than anything else. He was a bit dubious about Ruki's declaration that Yoshino wouldn't mind, that they were essentially skipping school, but he just went along with it, it wasn't his problem if they got yelled at, well it probably was but Ren was already likely to have received detention, so Seth just shrugged off the possibility of his being in detention.
Someone did before, and she 'showed' them her 'teleporting'
But yeah, Ren has amazing timing, telling her then, in the middle of running, great work Ren
But yeah, Ren has amazing timing, telling her then, in the middle of running, great work Ren
Maggie answerd Ren's questions with a nice short concise; "Yep. Run." And Ren was happy to comply, twisting to bolt, then hearing the boy's voice, "Get out of here, I- I'll manage somehow." and, just like Maggie, Ren stopped, spinning on her heel to face the boy, the one who was just throwing fuel on the raging fire that consisted of her angry emotions, "No you will not." she snapped, just as Maggie said the same in a more… diplomatic way. "Let's move.". Nodding, trying her hardest to keep her cool, or as cool as one might be in the hot waters they were swimming, Ren grabbed the boy's arm, dragging him backwards as she talked; "Come on, if you want to be a hero" she spat out the last word like it had personally offended her "Do it in a better place, here's to open, and you'd do better to have something at your back, or at least protecting your sides." Then depending on whether he ran or not, she kept tugging him along, following Maggie's lead.
"We need to get out of here. Can either of you get to the top of one of these buildings? I could teleport, but I don't want to leave you two to this thing." Ren snorted, "First, you can't teleport, but we'll discus this later. And yes I could probably get to the top of one of these buildings, but not with the two of you. I can only climb it on my own. And" she was practically spitting, although not quite literally, "I am NOT letting anyone else fight for my honour, or for that matter my Life!" The meaner side of Ren was starting to show, ready to bite at anyone.
"I can't... keep running... much more... any... *huff* plans...?" Ren grimaced; humans and their endurance, but then she was being hypocritical, as she knew she'd be panting like that soon, much sooner than she would like. "Plans? Plans? Great idea, lets just sit round a table and plan for a sec, oh, no wait, I always have a back-up plan for when some Zombie is chasing me." Thank-you Seth muttered making Ren bite her arm, leaving a circle of big red angry bruises. What was that for! He complained before shutting up again. "Just let me destroy it, please?" Ren was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, adrenaline thrumming through her, letting her ignore her sore legs, digging up reserves of energy, just dying for a fight.
Looking back at the others, Seth shrugged, "Shall we move on?" without waiting for an answer, he headed along the corridor, grinning when Ren finally called the thing a zombie, happy enough to break his mental silence, Thank-you the next thing he knew there was a chomping feeling in his left arm, but no marks. Snatching his arm to his chest, he realized Ren had bitten herself, and so asked in a major complaint, What was that for! She knew biting herself would hurt him, but why put herself at a disadvantage? Deciding it was probably wiser to keep quiet, Seth looked round trying to find something to distract himself with.
"We need to get out of here. Can either of you get to the top of one of these buildings? I could teleport, but I don't want to leave you two to this thing." Ren snorted, "First, you can't teleport, but we'll discus this later. And yes I could probably get to the top of one of these buildings, but not with the two of you. I can only climb it on my own. And" she was practically spitting, although not quite literally, "I am NOT letting anyone else fight for my honour, or for that matter my Life!" The meaner side of Ren was starting to show, ready to bite at anyone.
"I can't... keep running... much more... any... *huff* plans...?" Ren grimaced; humans and their endurance, but then she was being hypocritical, as she knew she'd be panting like that soon, much sooner than she would like. "Plans? Plans? Great idea, lets just sit round a table and plan for a sec, oh, no wait, I always have a back-up plan for when some Zombie is chasing me." Thank-you Seth muttered making Ren bite her arm, leaving a circle of big red angry bruises. What was that for! He complained before shutting up again. "Just let me destroy it, please?" Ren was practically bouncing on the balls of her feet, adrenaline thrumming through her, letting her ignore her sore legs, digging up reserves of energy, just dying for a fight.
Looking back at the others, Seth shrugged, "Shall we move on?" without waiting for an answer, he headed along the corridor, grinning when Ren finally called the thing a zombie, happy enough to break his mental silence, Thank-you the next thing he knew there was a chomping feeling in his left arm, but no marks. Snatching his arm to his chest, he realized Ren had bitten herself, and so asked in a major complaint, What was that for! She knew biting herself would hurt him, but why put herself at a disadvantage? Deciding it was probably wiser to keep quiet, Seth looked round trying to find something to distract himself with.
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