Hey my third chap Yaya! And not far apart. I'll try to update as fast as possible. THankyou to
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Me: Welcome back, my third chap.
Rex: Wu's gonna say da disclaimer
Shun: GrathLongfletch does not own Bakugan. If she did, she woulda made people who made Defenders of the core use the same voice actors for the show on the game, cause as she said before, they sound really retarded.
Ren: Long much?
Shun: Most disclaimers are long.
Gus: SHUT UP YOU TWO!
Shadow: Let's escape the torture.
"Asa, feet off the table!" Sarah growled menacingly.
"It's not a footrest. We eat off it."
"So? I'll clean it later," he lifed his shades, revealing two luminous yellow eyes.
"Why are all werewolves loud at meetings? Comeone guys, time to discuss the fall of Zenoheld," Julie started typing on the keyboard that appeared in the table.
Everyone waited until screens popped up infront of them, showing them pictures of rogue experiments, doctor Clay, Hal-G and their arch nemisis, Zenoheld. When they saw the last picture, you could hear growls and snarls along the table.
"Yes yes, I know you hate them, but just remember the faces of the rogue experiments.. They are the ones that we need to take out first, kill the army and the madman will won't be able to have world domination. Buuuut, if that doesn't work, kill him. You know what they say, cut the snakes head off, and the body will wither. Gus, anything so far?" everyone turned their heads towards him.
"Not yet, that guy's as sneaky as Shun and Lync's pickpocketing skills," said persons suddenly found the floor quite interesting, but they could feel Sarah's eyes boring into them.
"WHAT DID I TELL YOU TWO ABOUT STEALING! IT'S WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!"
"Yes Sarah," they shrunk into their seats.
"Don''t be so hard on them, old habits die hard," everyone was surprised that Shadow stood up for them, they were even more surprised that he was even talking.
You see, when you first meet him you think emo, then goth, then just plain creepy. He never wears anything other than, black, dark blue, dark purple or sometimes red and white. He never speaks when he can help it and he never even joins in when they're debating attack tactics. He only speaks when spoken to, but only if the spirit moves him, which is almost never. So really, it's like hanging around with a dead person. The werewolf pack even says he smells like dead people, and vanilla. Don't judge them. They know that he is the most powerful in the room, Shun comes second since he's his apprentice. The only two who know how to use magic. Shun is the complete opposite of him, he speaks enough for both of them.
"So, do all clans think that we should stay on our topic or should we bug the the two Werewolf and Snow Leopard pack members from the North just for the fun of it?" Julie inquired.
"Wassup all the creatures of the night. Annie, Anne and Megan at yer service. For about five minutes because vampires are supposed to only come out at night," three girls appeared in thre empty seats.
"That's cause you ain't from the North, Annie!," Timmy shouted.
"Now weren't we talking about the gamato?" Annie ignored him completely.
"Dude why's it sooo hot in here. Shadow, could you do a snowing inside spell for me. The aircon's not enough," Lync was fanning himself with a leftover plate.
"What can I say, Northerners. Please don't Shadow, or the other half will freeze to death. No snowing, Just make it tolerable for all of us pwease," Anne the midget looked at him with puppydog eyes-literally.
All she got was a grunt from the empath, then the temperature dropped to a tolerable degree that kept both sides happy. Lync chucked the plate away, Shun looked relaxed-for once, Marucho dozed off. Sandy was the only one who didn't like it. Pulling on a sweater then wrapping her red-pink dragon tail around her, followed by her wrapping her wings around her. Ren laughed and got a faceful of fire for his trouble. Meanwhile the otherside of the table broke into a bebate about who's the dominant species. It wasn't going very well, three chairs and plate were broken in the process and a knife was just being used.
"Gaaahh! Whydya do that Rex?" Brock asked as another plate was smashed on his head.
"Where are you getting these plates? I thought Shadow sent them to the kitchen?" he ducked as another came at him.
"Shadow's da one who keeps feuling me. Hey whaddya know, he can take sides!" at this comment, Shadow snorted.
"Werewolves rule. Vampires can die if they get their hearts punctured by wood," Asa glared at Timmy.
"At least we don't die from getting shot by silver bullets," Timmy snarled.
"At least it's silver and not tree bark!" Asa countered.
"At least empaths aren't so obnoxious," Shadow said while reading a spell book.
"At least we can control and feel ALL of our emotions, not just depression," both of them turned their fight towards him.
"Now it's personal," Shadow closed the book and glared at them.
His pupils grew until all you could see was black, no whites either.
"Oh spirit of the cowardly chickrn, possess these beings so my laughter may thicken!" he boomed.
The vampire and werewolf looked at each other fearfully, suddenly they were covered in a black mist. When it cleared they started clucking like chickens. Shun, who didn't hear a thing, looked at them like they were asparagus.
"Aaahhh! What happened?" Shadow's eyes returned to normal.
"They got too personal with me, the vlacas and his dog."
"Why chickens?"
"I could have turned them into slime, or birdseed. Yeah! Then I could feed them to the birds and be rid of them for good," he laughed evily.
"Hey, who new you could laugh like that?" Masquerade bounded over.
"Check the show dudes. Do you think they would eat popcorn kernels?" he inquired.
"Think so, let's try."
Me: Waddaya think buckoes?
Brock: Why chickens and popcorn kernels?
Shadow: You could have been slime.
Masquerade: Don't ya like kernels?
Timmy-Vampire: I only drink blood and eat meat Vlacas!
Sandy: What's with you guys and Greek words?
Masquerade: They like to sound smart.
Timmy-Vampire: No, it's because I'm Greek!
Maquerade: Really? I thought you were Egyptian.*Timmy growls*
Me: Bye, bye. Timmy don't eat him!
That's chappie 3 4 ya. Review please.
