The reviews know all! *laughs maniacally for awhile* Anyways, here's another. The reason I wanted twelve was for world domination! *another fit of maniacal laughing* Well, actually I had so many tests that I didn't have time to write and by setting all of you a goal I wouldn't feel pressured into getting it out right away. I was trying to alleviate my writer's guilt, I'm not a bad person. *coughs sound from several people behind her* So review as much, or not as the case may be with the mean, mean, cruel and bad people out there, as you like and I'll try to write the next fairly soon. I'm afraid this is taking a nosedive into humor, which wasn't my intention...well, never mind. I'll just let it go however it wants.
Oh, and the title will be explained in the end, never fear, denouement is here. (That's French for the 'untying' of knots, I'll explain that part later too. I don't take French, hablo español, chicos)
If You Can Count to Ten
The group of adventurers stared at the glowing sphere from whence the voice had come. Osmosis? Again the sound of collapsing people could be heard. Gourry stood there in abject confusion, glancing left and right for some form of help. None was available as most of his companions were attempting to remove their faces from deep dents in the ground of the black void.
"That's it," Ari declared, she had been the only one not to collapse. "You, Mister Guardian, are supposed to ask questions from the same category for everyone." She smacked the orb violently and was mildly pleased when the Guardian muttered 'ow'.
"Fine, gee, you're no fun. Do you know how boring it is to float around for centuries with nothing to do? I was just trying to have a little fun, you don't have to get all huffy about," the Guardian sulked, the globe flickering in an act suspiciously reminiscent of crying.
"What is with this thing?" Lina demanded, the workings of a fireball beginning between her palms.
"Fine, you killjoys, Sir Idiot...what are you doing?" Everyone turned to watch as Gourry proceeded to perform a complicated dance step.
"I'm performing osmondisus," he replied innocently, mangling the word beyond recognition.
"It's osmosis and it's not a dance," Zelgadis told him with a weary sigh. The blonde nodded with large blue eyes, awed by the chimera's knowledge.
"Never mind, Sir Idiot answer my question or suffer forever in a horrible pit of venomous vipers, that bite really hard and go 'ssssssssssssss'." Ari glowered darkly at the orb. "Okay, fine. Remember you have one lifeline, Sir Idiot. What is three plus three?"
"Oh that's easy, it's five," Gourry declared, giving everyone a smug look. Zelgadis smacked his face in exasperation and Filia looked ready to bring out her mace. Amelia collapsed to her knees and began praying, an angry flush began to creep across the redheaded sorceress's cheeks. Slowly she clenched and unclenched her hands.
"Is that your final answer?" the Guardian asked with deceptive sweetness.
"Idiot," Lina yelled before slamming her fist into his head. "That's not the right answer."
"Take the life line, Mister Gourry," Amelia wailed.
"Where?" the swordsman asked, looking around in confusion. "I don't see any rope."
"Just say 'lifeline'," Ari hissed, jabbing her elbow into his stomach or would have if she had been taller. Seeing as how she wasn't, the blow landed slightly lower.
"Life...line..." he wheezed as he doubled over, face deathly pale.
"You have chosen to use your lifeline, will one of his companions like to volunteer an answer?" it asked with a cold laugh.
"I'll do it, the answer is six," Val announced in exasperation. It was obvious that he found the situation less than amusing.
"Is that your final answer?"
"Yes," he answered in monotone.
A loud bang echoed about them and suddenly the darkness bled away. Ari glanced over her shoulder as she felt something brush past her. What had that been? It had felt strangely familiar. Her dark green-eyes scanned the pale lavender walls about them.
"So this is the Temple," Lina breathed her garnet eyes large with greed. Zelgadis looked mildly interested and Amelia was positively ecstatic.
"Nice decorating scheme," Gourry commented, knocking on a marble column. Filia gave a happy squeal and dashed over to a display of intricately crafted vases. Glancing over at Val, the girl found him blushing slightly at his mother's obvious enthusiasm for pottery.
"Okay, let's get going," Lina declared striding towards a door guarded by two large jadeite cats. The bluish light from a dozen wall sconces reflected off their green hides and the feral eyes of amber.
"I think this has what I'm looking for," Zelgadis announced as he approached a door engraved with symbols associated with curative magic. Simultaneously they pushed against their respective doors, the rest watched with bated breath.
A loud cracked sounded and an arc of green energy shot through the two companions. Ari screamed as droplets of blood splattered her face.
"Zelgadis!"
"Lina!"
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I know I'm cruel to end it here, but hey, having some now is better than waiting longer for the rest right? No? Well, review and I'll get the next out supper quick. Peace!
Oh, and the title will be explained in the end, never fear, denouement is here. (That's French for the 'untying' of knots, I'll explain that part later too. I don't take French, hablo español, chicos)
If You Can Count to Ten
The group of adventurers stared at the glowing sphere from whence the voice had come. Osmosis? Again the sound of collapsing people could be heard. Gourry stood there in abject confusion, glancing left and right for some form of help. None was available as most of his companions were attempting to remove their faces from deep dents in the ground of the black void.
"That's it," Ari declared, she had been the only one not to collapse. "You, Mister Guardian, are supposed to ask questions from the same category for everyone." She smacked the orb violently and was mildly pleased when the Guardian muttered 'ow'.
"Fine, gee, you're no fun. Do you know how boring it is to float around for centuries with nothing to do? I was just trying to have a little fun, you don't have to get all huffy about," the Guardian sulked, the globe flickering in an act suspiciously reminiscent of crying.
"What is with this thing?" Lina demanded, the workings of a fireball beginning between her palms.
"Fine, you killjoys, Sir Idiot...what are you doing?" Everyone turned to watch as Gourry proceeded to perform a complicated dance step.
"I'm performing osmondisus," he replied innocently, mangling the word beyond recognition.
"It's osmosis and it's not a dance," Zelgadis told him with a weary sigh. The blonde nodded with large blue eyes, awed by the chimera's knowledge.
"Never mind, Sir Idiot answer my question or suffer forever in a horrible pit of venomous vipers, that bite really hard and go 'ssssssssssssss'." Ari glowered darkly at the orb. "Okay, fine. Remember you have one lifeline, Sir Idiot. What is three plus three?"
"Oh that's easy, it's five," Gourry declared, giving everyone a smug look. Zelgadis smacked his face in exasperation and Filia looked ready to bring out her mace. Amelia collapsed to her knees and began praying, an angry flush began to creep across the redheaded sorceress's cheeks. Slowly she clenched and unclenched her hands.
"Is that your final answer?" the Guardian asked with deceptive sweetness.
"Idiot," Lina yelled before slamming her fist into his head. "That's not the right answer."
"Take the life line, Mister Gourry," Amelia wailed.
"Where?" the swordsman asked, looking around in confusion. "I don't see any rope."
"Just say 'lifeline'," Ari hissed, jabbing her elbow into his stomach or would have if she had been taller. Seeing as how she wasn't, the blow landed slightly lower.
"Life...line..." he wheezed as he doubled over, face deathly pale.
"You have chosen to use your lifeline, will one of his companions like to volunteer an answer?" it asked with a cold laugh.
"I'll do it, the answer is six," Val announced in exasperation. It was obvious that he found the situation less than amusing.
"Is that your final answer?"
"Yes," he answered in monotone.
A loud bang echoed about them and suddenly the darkness bled away. Ari glanced over her shoulder as she felt something brush past her. What had that been? It had felt strangely familiar. Her dark green-eyes scanned the pale lavender walls about them.
"So this is the Temple," Lina breathed her garnet eyes large with greed. Zelgadis looked mildly interested and Amelia was positively ecstatic.
"Nice decorating scheme," Gourry commented, knocking on a marble column. Filia gave a happy squeal and dashed over to a display of intricately crafted vases. Glancing over at Val, the girl found him blushing slightly at his mother's obvious enthusiasm for pottery.
"Okay, let's get going," Lina declared striding towards a door guarded by two large jadeite cats. The bluish light from a dozen wall sconces reflected off their green hides and the feral eyes of amber.
"I think this has what I'm looking for," Zelgadis announced as he approached a door engraved with symbols associated with curative magic. Simultaneously they pushed against their respective doors, the rest watched with bated breath.
A loud cracked sounded and an arc of green energy shot through the two companions. Ari screamed as droplets of blood splattered her face.
"Zelgadis!"
"Lina!"
* * * *
I know I'm cruel to end it here, but hey, having some now is better than waiting longer for the rest right? No? Well, review and I'll get the next out supper quick. Peace!
