Toxic awoke. At least, he thought he was awake. He still had his eyes closed, which never seemed to happen much in his dreams. But he could hear quacking all around him. Had he fallen in the town pond again?
He opened his eyes. As he thought, he was not knee-deep in water. There was, however, something on his knee.
Quack!
The duck tape unwound itself and flew away to join its frolicking comrades. Toxic's camera fell to the floor.
"I take it we're in jail?" asked toxic, eyeing the ominous black bars in the cell door.
"Yes. But we will soon be free!" declared Acid, confidently. The room went quiet, in anticipation of Acid's escape plan. Even the duck tape settled down silently. All eyes were on Acid, who began to look uncomfortable.
Someone rolled an inflatable tumbleweed across the floor.
"Well... uh... I'm sure someone will come to our rescue."
"Who knows we're here, though?" asked Batty.
It was at that moment they heard the ominous creak.
"Er... hello?" said Toxic. Peering through black bars, the taverners could see the cell block door wide open. Light from the hall outside shone out along the central passage. But there was a distinct lack of either a heroic or a daunting silhouette. And none would come, for at that moment all the lights came on.
"At last!" exclaimed Toxic. A few of the taverners looked at him inquisatively. But he did not know something they didn't. At least, he knew very little they didn't.
"I can switch nightvision off! I can make a full colour broadcast!"
Spaztic groaned. The taverners turned back to the cell door, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever would appear in the doorway. Toxic put the camera to his eye and waved it around.
"No more green monochrome! look at the grey of the walls! The black of the bars! The brown of the benches! The beige of the ostrich head!"
The taverners looked around. Sure enough, an ostrich's head was poking through the window, topped with a very small tin helmet.
"Here!" yelled the ostrich.

Another door, the one opposite to the door just opened, also opened itself. Some footprints appeared on the floor, leading out the door, but then doubled back. There was a slight thud, a whispered "come on! We have a job to do!" and the footprints lead out. The door closed.

"FOO WANTSH TO BE INVYSHAYBULL!!!" Foo screamed, rushing into the door that the invisible rescuer had just went through. WHAM. Unfazed, Foo tried opening the door before charging outside rapeating what he had said a few seconds earlier.
Acid dashed out of the door after Foo, screaming equally loud that Foo should keep quiet.
After the shock wore off, the rest of the Taverners started ambling out the door, not so much to escape as to see what happened next.

As the taverners peered past the door, they saw past it a large room. Lit by a ring of candles, the room had runes etched into the walls and a big pentagram on the floor. In the center of the room a creature stood, wearing a heavy, face-conceiling robe. It was tall, and guant. It turned, and said, to thin air "Your illusion does not fool me." You are in this room. A fox appeared, dropping from invisiblity. It was light blue and... wait, didn't I already describe him? He drew his sword, which was made of wood. He ran forwards and started to run circles around the figure. Unseen to the figure, but seen to the taverners, a line of footprints appeared, leading to the figure. The figure casted a spell, and a fireball shot toward the fox. It passed through him. A foot from the mage, the fox really became visible, and the illusionary fox disapeared. The fox put his sword to the mage's neck and said "not good enough. You lose."

Err... four problems-
1. it was a circle of candles on the ground, not a chandelier (sp?)
2. when did that black rabbit get here?
3. what happened to the mage? I mean, my fox character (who I still haven't had a chance to say his name) is a bounty hunter. He wouldn't just kill it.

EDIT- thank you. Continuity has now returned. Now for me to play some FFT.

errr Scratch that then.......

Curvegrinder peered in through a window, wobbling about slightly on Justice's shoulders. The gold-furred rabbit beneath him grunted as he strained to hold him up. "What's going on? What's in there?"
"Ssh!" Curvegrinder almost toppled backward off of Justice's shoulders as he turned around to silence him. "Shut up for a sec, I can't hear a thing!"
Grudgingly silencing himself, Justice leaned himself against the wall via his head, and Grinder flattened his head and ear to the window, trying to hear what was going on inside. All he could hear was a bit of muttering, but what he saw was definitely strange at very least.
Suddenly, Justice stumbled, and Grinder tasted blood in his mouth as he banged his head on the sill of the window. He crashed down onto Justice's head, and immediately fell over sideways, rolling once before stopping his fall.
"Oi!" Grinder snarled at Justice. "What the heck--"
His irritated inquiry was cut short as he felt a split second of pain ringing across the back of his head, and then everything went black.

"I know I've got company." said the blue fox, not bothering to turn around. "If you'll excuse me, I'm on a mission right now, so I don't feel all that sociable."
"Not a problem." said the intruder, melting into the shadows to wait.
The fox nodded slowly, and returned full concentration to the task at hand. "As you'll doubtless understand, Mr. Mage, I don't want to kill you."
The mage offered no response.
"But this blessed iron is powerful enough to negate all your magic, and there is a possibility if you try to get away using more conventional methods that this blade might just slip a little."
Still nothing.
"Still silence? Very well." Smiling, the fox brought his other paw up in a fist at a calculated speed. The mage crumpled to the ground, and was quickly bound. Satisfied, the blue fox turned around to the shadows by the doorway.
"You must be the mysterious stranger."
The black rabbit stepped into the light once more. "And you must be the heroic bounty hunter."
The blue fox bowed graciously. "At your service."
"Have you let the Taverners out yet?"
"Of course."
"Good. Now, suppose you answer a few questions?"
The blue fox gained an expression of mock outrage. "Surely, sir, you realize doing so would be breaking several of my employer's rules. However, if you'll just stand still for a few moments, my colleague and I will be happy to take care of you."
The rabbit smiled ever so slightly before punching the air next to him. The black bird suddenly reappeared at the spot struck, before falling to the ground in a heap of feathers.
"Now that we have both eliminated our opponents," began the rabbit, "let us continue." Gaining no response from the slightly impressed fox, he went on. "The Taverners were kidnapped by Devan Shell and the Duck Tapes. The Ostrich Peeps have arrived from Tubelectric, you and your avian friend are here doing who knows what, there are a couple of peeping toms outside with a severe headache, and I have a feeling this all has something to do with that mage you have over there. Explain."

Maby I should just tell people where my character's profiles are... page 5, everyones characters.

Originally Posted by RSPSS FR

Name: Martin Teiamet
Nickname: none
Age: 23
Gender: male
Species: fox
Fur: dark blue
Clothes: a sky blue shirt and pants
Eyes: very light blue eyes, even lighter than his sky blue clothes
Appearance: very cheerful looking, Martin's light blue motif distracts enemies and makes him the center of attention. If he needs to be less conspicuous, Martin asks Delta for cover.
Skills: skilled with his sword, since his rifle is little use against a mage.
Special abilities: is utterly invincible to all forms of magic and mental powers. Dispels enchanted/magic objects with a touch
Weapons: A laser rifle and an all-wood broadsword (made of very strong wood. Martin finds that he can channel his abilities into wood or organic objects he is touching)
Personality: cheerful when off duty, and very serious when on. Martin has quick reactions and an unnerving confidence. He is not scared by the greatest of mages or the strongest of telepaths for good reason, and thus he has grown to be calm in the face of great skill and power.
Occupation: Assassin and bounty hunter, specializes in mages
Likes: swordfighting,
Dislikes: not finishing a job, being impervious to healing magic
Friends: his adopted brother Delta, people who make an effort to be his friend
Enemies: rogue mages, telemarketers
Quote: "It’s a splinter day again."

Name: not known
Nickname: Delta
Age: unknown, most likely around 10 in human years
Gender: male
Species: bird
Feathers: black, in some places mottled with red
Clothes: a light black cloak (light enough to fly in)
Eyes: strikingly red
Appearance: a bird of the fishing type, ternlike. He has wings which are more long and flexible than that of an ordinary bird, but his talons are even more flexible. He could probably knit with them, if he was a person for needle working. He can and does do wiring with them, though.
Skills: very skilled in manipulating holograms. Delta is a master at confusing the enemy with such illusions
Special abilities: none
Weapons: Delta goes unarmed, but does carry a holographic projector everywhere, which he uses to avoid combat.
Personality: Delta is always focused one thing, quite unlike a less intelligent bird. However, he is bored with some things easily. What said things are is very erratic, and he can even be bored by one thing once then not bored by the same thing a day later. Delta also is very intelligent in his field of work, but not so socially.
Occupation: electrical engineer
Likes: computer games, holograms
Dislikes: water in amounts larger than a glass full, telepaths
Friends: his 'brother' Martin, people who are nice to him
Enemies: unfriendly people
Quote: "Another ocean? This planet needs a paint job, for sure."

The black rabbit began to look annoyed. "Well?"

I just felt slightly annoyed with that 'blessed iron' thing. I mean, why have an anti-magic artifact if you are one? He could just channel his own anti-magic into the mage.

And now, my new portion of the story-

Delta woozily got up, flickering between a bird, a mess of blinking colors, and random textures. "Ugh... I think the holographic projector got scragged." Martin started to speak. "I was simply going for a target. This mage held a high bounty, as he was terrorizing this area, transmogrifing citizens and policemen alike into duck tape creatures. He was recently confermed to have teamed up with the duck tape cult, and was apparently suppling them with freshly transformed duck tape monsters. I and my adopted brother here went onto the job, and I obviously just captured this mage. We will learn more once I return him to my clients, as they will interrogate him and I will be there to hear what he says." Martin bent down and picked up the mage.

Oh and the black rabbit's name is Gecko (But he's different from the one in E:JF, but he has the same weapons though, except the ship)

"So, how do we get out?" Said Gecko "Theres no kind of doorway out, just prison Doors, but I forgot how I got in......." He pauses walks over a wall and feels the surface "I knew it! these walls are fake! I can walk through it without a Scratch!" Gecko then moves right through the illusionary wall and finds a tunnel with Tuf Turtle guards with blasters. And so, Gecko comes back through the wall "Ummmmm, guys we've got a problem, a few Guards are around.......CARRYING BLASTERS! I've never seen that kind of blaster, so how much damage it'll do is unknown. Oh and FireFox catch!" And Gecko tosses FireFox's blaster.

Gecko, have you read any of the last 21 posts?

uhuh I did, almost twice

1. The Taverners escaped from the prison some time ago, and are somewhere inside the building.
2. The black rabbit is with Delta and Martin in the mage's room.
3. Ducky has Firefox's blaster, and Ducky does not seem to have arrived yet.

Actually, the taverners are (or were) in the prision room out of their cells, watching the mage's room through the door.

And to think I was going to reply to Gecko's post. Fie on myself.

Man Gecko, you killed this thread.

Well, I'm here!

oh

This thread is already well underway. I"ll write myself in anyway....after I've read the posts.

Strato held his head with his hands.
“Why must they always be such complicated matters. If the siphon breaks out and spreads to the Castle territory, our race may as well be completely extinct. However if there were any ways to contain the disease then there would be no problem. However the only known way is too kill the infected individuals. But not even our top agents can survive for long against the infected. Perhaps if would could just find her, maybe she knows a cure.”
A blue light flashed through his broken window and danced across his floor. It changed to red. Then Strato knew that the police had finally found him. He breathed in and reached under the couch feeling for a briefcase. His hand played across a cold steel box, and found the handle. He yanked it out and fumbled with the latches. Outside he heard the sound of a door slamming and footsteps.
“They’re about to get a nasty surprise” Strato muttered under his breath and gave a laugh.
Silence followed as Strato opened the case. Inside was a mini arsenal of Uzi’s and even a military class assault rifle.
*Tuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuhtuthtuh*
Strato heard a thud outside.
“Hmm, that motion activated machine gun certainly pays for itself.” Strato said. He slammed together the stock and the barrel of the gun. As he pulled down on the lock he heard more sirens in the distance. He heard a small voice in his ear.
“I’m wondering. How do you live as a fugitive Strato?” He said.
“I’ve always been alone. I pick up these skills as I go.” Strato gave with another small laugh.
“You really have changed since the beginning of the siphon’s initial outbreak.”
“People change. Sometimes not always for the best. I’m wondering, how has the reconstruction of the teleportation core coming along?” Strato asked nonchalantly.
“You’ve got one teleport for about 20 feet.”
“Not good enough. Good to keep in touch though. Gooday James.” Strato tapped his ear twice and then readied reached back into the box and retrieved the last thing. He brandished a saber, and then slid it into its holster on his belt. He ran the door and down the unilluminated street into the night.

Well, I have absolutely no idea what's happening, but that Vermillion guy is difinitely crushworthy.

Duckay chased a few butterflies on her journey, but when she finally found some vestiges of the duct tape attack, she ended up falling asleep before she could follow the trail. Night fell as she dozed among the buttercups, and in the meantime, sinister plots were befalling her friends. If only she had a companion on her trek!

Pleased to hear that I can invent characters that satisfy your tastes, Duckary. ^^

Sometime during the night, a lone figure dropped out of the tree, and landed on the ground next to Ducky without a sound. As he straightened up, he looked over her peacefully sleeping body, and couldn't help but smile. She looked so innocent, sleeping in the midst of a patch of flowers, and Stryker knelt down slowly to quietly adore her pristine beauty. She was breathing quietly, stretched out lazily on the grass, and a grin rested on her lips as she dreamt of something nice.
Stryker weighed his options: stay with Ducky and make sure she came to no harm, or continue his quest alone. He eventually came to a decision in favour of the former option, and he smiled in satisfaction to himself.
Without thinking, his hand trailed out from his side, and stroked Ducky's back gently. As he became aware of what he was doing, he pulled his hand away, and stood up, shaking his head as if to clear his mind. Taking one last look at Ducky, he disappeared into the dark night around them, but not so far away that he could not keep a watchful eye over the sleeping Ducky.

Strato ran down the dark street. He turned a corner at an intersection and ran to the east. As he ran through the night he saw the familiar face of the Hunter Seekers, chasing after him again. A police car turned out from an alley to directly face him. He pointed his assault rifle at the windshield and pulled the trigger. As the glasses shattered, a shard flew at his face and made a gash across his cheek. He then ran to the car, threw the now dead police officers body to the ground climbed in and made a 360 degree turn. The tires screeched in argument, but Strato turned a deaf ear and slammed on the pedal. He had driven many vehicles with their windshields shot out before so the wind was no longer a problem. Strato sped down the dark streets away from the Hunters, but nobody can run forever. He continued to drive for about 20 seconds until he heard a thud from behind him. He turned his head back and saw one of the Hunter Seekers has jumped onto his trunk and was about to smash the back window to his the car. Strato pulled out a hand gun from under the seat and fired at him. The glasses shattered, and he saw a dark figure roll off his car onto the street. Unfortunately when he turned back to look he noticed that he had driven out on the docks. The car flew off the dock into the ocean water.

To an outsider, Strato would have looked completly dead. He was floating entirly submersed, with no movement at all. A torrent of bubbles had propelled him out through the broken windshield, but he was still unconsious from the “crash”. Suddenly he opened his mouth and seemed to scream. All of the air in his lungs and mouth escaped in a large bubble. Strato clamped his jaws tightly shut and swam in the direction he thought was up. His orientation was completly shot. He didn’t know if he was swimming to safety or just going deeper. When he felt the last few bits of his strength leaving him, Strato thought he had finally came to the end until.

*FWOOSH*

“Looks like you’re not dead yet Strato.” James said in a mocking tone.
Strato snickered, and then tilted his head back, breathing in slowly and closing his eyes while treading water. Suddenly he was flashed with a giant search light from on the dock.
“Come on. There’s nowhere to run. If you give yourself in now you’ll at least get a slightly easier punishment.”
“Strato, there’s nowhere to run.” sighed James. “Looks like it’s over.”
“How far can I teleport?” Strato replied softly.
“Are you listening?” one of his assaliants yelled through a megaphone.
“About 25 feet.” James said through gritted teeth.
“Look, can’t we hack into any other low frequency teleport matrixs?” Strato asked hastily.
“Well, there is a small rift about a mile and a half away from here. It’s a long shot, but hey, don’t have any other choices. Establishing warp gate.” James uttered happily.
“IF YOU’RE PLANNING ANYTHING I SWEAR I WILL HAVE MY MEN SHOOT YOU!” One of the Hunters cocked a shotgun and aimed it at the floating Strato. Strato just gave a half wave, and his skin turned a semi-transparent blue. A flash followed, and Strato had left without a trace.




Time to write Strato's character thing...yeah.

4I: ROMANCE! AUGH!

I aspire to be a hopeless romantic when I grow up. Congratulations myself!

YaY for you! Most of the people here are hopeless, but not romantic.
EDIT: 4I, check your PMs, darnit!

PMs have been checked.

Now go check yours.

Did =D

Check it again, 41 >|

Done.

Your turn.

Gah, stop it. You both have enormous signatures and that little storyless conversation takes up lots of space.

Anyway, romance in stories, if handled well, is good. One of the things often missing from the last War Stories thread was character based plots, as it would usually involve just going off on an adventure or being attacked by the latest superhuman force. Any time people tried to do something different, it would end up with Cobra or Sakura rambling on about life and death or GenEX flying around the Tavern at high speeds. Carry on!

Originally Posted by Unknown Rabbit

Anyway, romance in stories, if handled well, is good. One of the things often missing from the last War Stories thread was character based plots, as it would usually involve just going off on an adventure or being attacked by the latest superhuman force. Any time people tried to do something different, it would end up with Cobra or Sakura rambling on about life and death or GenEX flying around the Tavern at high speeds. Carry on!

You're my new favorite person.

w00t?

Originally Posted by 4I Falcon

Something needs to happen.

NOW.

Deja vu?

Yes. But I'm busy with my own story right now.

And everyone else is being gainfully lazy right about now?

I can't do anything till someone else in the duck tape cult does something.

Well, I'm not doing anything because I'm a lazy buttwick.

(*idly hopes that makes it into CT's sig*)

I'll maybe write something when I get out of this depressing writer's block. You'll all be happy to know that I did my last exam today, so there's a chance, although slim to nil, that I'll write another chapter for something.

Ha, you're lucky. I just did my first. Two hours writing on Brave New World and Romeo and Juliet. 4-page essays suck.

BTW, what quote do you want that one to replace? =P

One of Radifoo's sounds like a nice option.

Mmm. I would post something, but I accidentally set my J20 skin as something very strange and unfriendly, so I can't think and I'm sick too.

Will check back.

Originally Posted by 4I Falcon

One of Radifoo's sounds like a nice option.

Oy, I heard that!