The Mimic
By Silver Falcon
Chapter 1
"Where's Mimic?"
The green-scaled teenager crawled along the wall, tail slapping against the ceiling and anyone daring enough to trot past. He peered into the underground meeting room, his bright green eyes almost glowing. He jumped onto the table, sending it flying up on one side and down on the other. He tumbled to the ground and was still.
The woman on the other side of the room, still stationed in a chair along the table, rolled her eyes and pulled the wide-brimmed hat down on her eyes. "Bobby, please. She's outside like she always is. It's practically ten o'clock."
He sat up, flapping the minature pair of wings on his back as fast as they would go, but his flanks never left the ground. He removed his legs from the table, sending it crashing back to the floor. Bobby recieved a daring glare from the woman.
"What?" he whined, climbing ontop of the table again. "Oh, did I mess up your makeup?"
She lifted her hat off her head and put both her hands on the table, making a bizarre screeching noise. Bobby fell off the table again, and she sat back in her chair with a cheeky grin on her face.
"You know better than to talk to me like that, lizard. Go find Lilian. Lilian almost always knows where Mimic is."
He crawled back onto the table and had a full body spasm. The dragon-humanoid stretched the length of the table, sliding down it like a cat. He raked his talons along the table, staring at her orange hat with hungry eyes. She carefully pulled it out of his reach as his nails pulled back strings of wood from the table, adding their marks to so many more just like them. Elizabeth popped her hand over his, and he shrank back in surprise.
"Ow! That hurt!" he said before snarling in her direction.
"Don't make me do IT again," she threatened, standing up again.
He cowered and wagged his tail. "Okay, you win. Go see Lilian, yes, Lilian."
Bobby disappeared down the hallway for a few seconds, and Elizabeth started laughing, beating the table and hiding her face in her arms. The lizard boy appeared in the doorway again, this time on the ceiling, a painful expression on his face.
"Lizzy! I can't understand Lilian!" he cried, fully understanding her joke.
She doubled over, falling out of her chair and hitting the floor as he growled quietly to himself.
There was always the possibility of charades.
By Silver Falcon
Chapter 1
"Where's Mimic?"
The green-scaled teenager crawled along the wall, tail slapping against the ceiling and anyone daring enough to trot past. He peered into the underground meeting room, his bright green eyes almost glowing. He jumped onto the table, sending it flying up on one side and down on the other. He tumbled to the ground and was still.
The woman on the other side of the room, still stationed in a chair along the table, rolled her eyes and pulled the wide-brimmed hat down on her eyes. "Bobby, please. She's outside like she always is. It's practically ten o'clock."
He sat up, flapping the minature pair of wings on his back as fast as they would go, but his flanks never left the ground. He removed his legs from the table, sending it crashing back to the floor. Bobby recieved a daring glare from the woman.
"What?" he whined, climbing ontop of the table again. "Oh, did I mess up your makeup?"
She lifted her hat off her head and put both her hands on the table, making a bizarre screeching noise. Bobby fell off the table again, and she sat back in her chair with a cheeky grin on her face.
"You know better than to talk to me like that, lizard. Go find Lilian. Lilian almost always knows where Mimic is."
He crawled back onto the table and had a full body spasm. The dragon-humanoid stretched the length of the table, sliding down it like a cat. He raked his talons along the table, staring at her orange hat with hungry eyes. She carefully pulled it out of his reach as his nails pulled back strings of wood from the table, adding their marks to so many more just like them. Elizabeth popped her hand over his, and he shrank back in surprise.
"Ow! That hurt!" he said before snarling in her direction.
"Don't make me do IT again," she threatened, standing up again.
He cowered and wagged his tail. "Okay, you win. Go see Lilian, yes, Lilian."
Bobby disappeared down the hallway for a few seconds, and Elizabeth started laughing, beating the table and hiding her face in her arms. The lizard boy appeared in the doorway again, this time on the ceiling, a painful expression on his face.
"Lizzy! I can't understand Lilian!" he cried, fully understanding her joke.
She doubled over, falling out of her chair and hitting the floor as he growled quietly to himself.
There was always the possibility of charades.