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let's go mission impossible!
(City Hall, Vlad's POV)
"OH! FOR THE LOVE OF CHESSE! CAN'T YOU IDIOTS DO ANYTHING RIGHT -I sent you on one task -one. Simple. Task. And you come back empty handed. The ghost writer can't be that hared to steal from. All you where to do was retrieve the book that belonged to the ancient guardian of the library of dimensions. This was such a simple job and YOU COULDN'T EVEN DO THAT!" I roared at the 3 blobs of ectoplasm with fez's I call minions.
"but boss! The book vas heavily guarded! Ve tried everything but ve couldn't get it." one of the three old dodos spoke quickly knowing that I would blast them if he didn't.
"I do not what to hear your excuses! Now get out of my office before I lose my temper and destroy you. Do I make myself clear." I growled at them. My eye's flashing red to put enthuses to my threat. Gulping they nodded their head's and quickly made a B-line out of my office.
Sighing I pressed the button on the intercom that was on my desk. "yes Mr. Masters, what can I do for you today." Jillian, my secretary asked.
"I need you to cancel all my appointment's today, Jillian. Something as of late has come up that need's my immediate attention and I wish not to be disturbed, if anyone comes asking to meet me please tell them to come back tomorrow." I said to her.
"yes sir. will that be all, Mr. Masters?" she asked.
"yes. Thank you, Jillian." I said
"Your welcome, sir and have a nice day." she told me before the line went dead. getting up and transformed into my ghost form. I phased through the wall and flew towards my estate. Phasing until I reached my secret lab and opened my portal.
"If you want something done right you have to do it yourself." I muttered to myself as I flew into the ghost zone heading for the ghost writer's library.
(2 hour's later)
'Why wont this stupid orb brake!' I thought to myself in frustration as I shot at the orb again. I have been hear for 2 whole hours using all the trick's I know and then some just to get that blasted book, but nothing works.
Suddenly inspiration hits. "the skeleton key!" I shouted in pure joy. Of course, the key it can open anything and this orb looks like the one the ring of rage was in maybe I can open it the same way I did the ring. Making a duplicate I sent it to retrieve the key. Within 10 minuets I had the key and was looking for a keyhole. Soon I spotted one easily hidden in the podiums carvings, if I had been anyone else they would have overlooked this, but fortunately I am not anyone else.
Just when I was about to put the key in and get my prize the ghost writer flew into the room. "how dare you come hear Plasmius." he snarled at me. "this room is forbidden to all that enter my library. Leave at once." he ordered. "and what pray-tell would you do if I don't." I said as I moved into an offensive stance and powered up for the battle that was about to ensue.
I made the first move so that he can't use his reality bending powers, but I wasn't fast enough. He dodged and summoned his circular keyboard and began to type.(AN= I can't rhyme, so I'm just going to describe it. Sorry. ^_^')
Soon all the suit's of armor in the room came to life and attacked me. Thinking quickly I made 4 duplicates and began throwing ecto-blasts and putting up shields when a sword almost hit's me. It was starting to get frustrating because every time I destroyed one they always put themselves back together and rejoin the fight. Suddenly I remembered a certain thing about the ghost writer's power. Smirking I said one word "orange".
The reaction was instantaneous.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO! NOTHING RHYMES WITH ORANGE! DAME YOU PLASMIUS! " ghost writer roared in angered frustration as his powers stopped working making the suit's of armor stop moving. Right before he could start typing again I began saying all the word's that don't rhyme that I could think of, so that one of my duplicates could retrieve the book wall the ghost writer is distracted.
"silver." I said.
"SHUT UP!" he screamed as my duplicate put the key in the keyhole and began to turn it.
"elbow."
"IN THE NAME OF EDGER ALINE POE AND ALL THING'S POETIC! SHUT UP!" he shrieked as he fell to the ground clutching his head in figurative agony wall the orb dissolved freeing my prize.
"angst" was my reply
"FOR THE LOVE OF ROBERT FROST! MAKE. IT. STOP!" he cried out curling up in the fetal position wall rocking back and forth sobbing, by then the book was mine.
Right before I left the room I turned and smiled over at ghost writer who was still in the fetal position and said one last word to him "purple".
A pained scream was my only reply.
(Peace's POV)
'this is one hell of a day.' I thought to myself as my 6th period class came in. this day started out like any other day you know wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, etc. that is until a ghost attacked. Weirdly enough it was the ever elusive spandex ghost. I felt really sorry for Danny then since he wears spandex in ghost form. The second SG saw him he took his clothes and all Danny had left was his red heart boxers on and a Fenton thermos. That must have been one of his most humiliating ghost fight's he ever had and to add insult to injury it was all caught on the news, so everyone in Amity Park saw that fight. I also went to the cafeteria to see what kind of food they serve and lets just say I will have nightmares now thanks to that crap they serve the students.
Getting up I waked to the front and began to speak. "hello class, today and for the rest of this month we will be learning about the mighty Vikings." I told them and looked to see there reaction. Some cheered, others groaned at the news, and the rest was impassive all in all the reaction wasn't that bad.
"OK. I know what some of you all are thinking that I'm going to give you incredibly hared and stupid worksheet's or make you read these boring as heck books, well your wrong. We are going to watch movie's and documentary's, work in group's, make skit's, power point's, and by the end of the month we are going to have a Viking themed party if you have passing grades cues if you don't your not going to the party." I told them smiling at all the whoop's and hollers of joy at the party part. Soon I began the lesson showing them power points. Some even raised there hands and asked questions.
Right before the end of class I felt a rip a in the dimensional barrier to my domain. 'It has begun.'.
AN= OK. I updated some stuff and put things together. The story just hit phase 2 of the plan and by now I think you all know who peace is, if not look really hared at the story again.