Could someone tell me how to solve this thing? (Holds up a Rebix
cube.) Machinedramon tricked me into a bet over who can solve one of these
the fastest, and now he gets to change the script for one of my fics.
Luckily, he put a little clause in. If I solve this thing before I have to
update the story, then I'm free. A little help, please…
Chapter 9 – Lost and found…
"Brad should have been back by now. I hope he's all right."
"I'm going to look for him. In the Pteras, it should be a little easier finding him."
"Okay Jamie."
Jamie walks off toward the hanger, leaving Naomi worrying…
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Brad stirred. He slowly got up, cringing in pain as he did. He felt like killing that jerk that shot him for no reason. Brad stood up, and then checked the extent of his injuries. He had a couple of bruised ribs, a sprained ankle, lots of cuts and bruises, and most likely a concussion. He was also worried that there was internal bleeding. He began to hobble away from the wrecked Zoid, and fell over. He had tripped over a tree root that he should have noticed. Now he was positive he had a concussion, thanks to that. Now he got a good view of his hands. He was partly expecting more change. Now he had claws instead of nails, but other that silvery fur, his hands were still human.
'Great. I wonder what else happened.'
Brad stood up again, and noticed the daylight that irritated his eyes.
'Terrific. I'm a sitting duck now.'
Brad fell forward again. This time, he was standing, so he didn't trip.
'Must be one bad concussion.'
Brad heard a tearing sound. He knew what it was, so instead of looking, he simply stood up, and began to hobble toward the wrecked Zoid. He used the remaining cockpit window as a mirror. Aside from the claws and the tail covered with silvery, bushy fur, he was unchanged.
'Are the others changing too? Oh no! NAOMI!'
Brad was upset. He started to hobble off, but slipped on a puddle, and knocked himself unconscious on the Zoid's window…
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"No sign of Brad or the Shadow Wolf. I'm heading back."
Are you sure you didn't find him?
"Yeah. I'm… OH! A river! FISH!!!"
JAMIE!!!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!!
"Sorry."
Jamie began to steer the Pteras back to the hanger. He wasn't in much of a good mood over having to pass up a meal, but it's better than being discovered…
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Brad slowly began to wake up. He saw that it was night, meaning that his last fall really put him out for the count.
'Well, at least it's night again.'
Then Brad noticed the campfire off to his left.
'Great. I needed this like a… no; better not tempt Fate. It already made me fall a lot.'
Brad sat up, and noticed the bandages around his chest, and the stinging of alcohol on his cuts. Someone was either a Good Samaritan, or wanted him as a living trophy…
"Uh-oh. It's awake."
Brad quickly turned to face the voice. It was a scientist of some kind. Probably studying the forest's flora and fauna when he came across Brad.
'I bet he never expected fauna like me.'
Brad tensed a little. If there was one scientist, maybe there was more.
"Um… nice doggy. Good doggy…"
Brad stifled a desire to laugh. The scientist pulled out a bone. Now Brad could barely keep from laughing.
"Would you like a bone, doggy?"
Yep, this guy was new to being a scientist. Brad managed to keep from laughing, but he just had to do something or else he would burst out laughing, and that would be worse than what he was planning…
"Are you serious?"
The scientist jumped. He obviously never heard of werewolves.
"YOU TALKED???"
"It was either that, or burst out laughing. I am obviously NOT a doggy…"
Brad was trying to make the guy think he was either dreaming, or outright batty. Only time will tell if he succeeds…
Skullsatamon: How DO you solve these things?
Beelzemon: Just use that speed of yours to get it one step from being complete, and then I finish. You'll have pretty much solved it, but Machinedramon will think I solved it, and I'll be free from the bet.
Skullsatamon: This is hard…
Beelzemon: It's better than what tin-head plans for me to do with my story…
Chapter 9 – Lost and found…
"Brad should have been back by now. I hope he's all right."
"I'm going to look for him. In the Pteras, it should be a little easier finding him."
"Okay Jamie."
Jamie walks off toward the hanger, leaving Naomi worrying…
////////////////////////////
Brad stirred. He slowly got up, cringing in pain as he did. He felt like killing that jerk that shot him for no reason. Brad stood up, and then checked the extent of his injuries. He had a couple of bruised ribs, a sprained ankle, lots of cuts and bruises, and most likely a concussion. He was also worried that there was internal bleeding. He began to hobble away from the wrecked Zoid, and fell over. He had tripped over a tree root that he should have noticed. Now he was positive he had a concussion, thanks to that. Now he got a good view of his hands. He was partly expecting more change. Now he had claws instead of nails, but other that silvery fur, his hands were still human.
'Great. I wonder what else happened.'
Brad stood up again, and noticed the daylight that irritated his eyes.
'Terrific. I'm a sitting duck now.'
Brad fell forward again. This time, he was standing, so he didn't trip.
'Must be one bad concussion.'
Brad heard a tearing sound. He knew what it was, so instead of looking, he simply stood up, and began to hobble toward the wrecked Zoid. He used the remaining cockpit window as a mirror. Aside from the claws and the tail covered with silvery, bushy fur, he was unchanged.
'Are the others changing too? Oh no! NAOMI!'
Brad was upset. He started to hobble off, but slipped on a puddle, and knocked himself unconscious on the Zoid's window…
//////////////////////
"No sign of Brad or the Shadow Wolf. I'm heading back."
Are you sure you didn't find him?
"Yeah. I'm… OH! A river! FISH!!!"
JAMIE!!!! SNAP OUT OF IT!!!!!
"Sorry."
Jamie began to steer the Pteras back to the hanger. He wasn't in much of a good mood over having to pass up a meal, but it's better than being discovered…
///////////////////////
Brad slowly began to wake up. He saw that it was night, meaning that his last fall really put him out for the count.
'Well, at least it's night again.'
Then Brad noticed the campfire off to his left.
'Great. I needed this like a… no; better not tempt Fate. It already made me fall a lot.'
Brad sat up, and noticed the bandages around his chest, and the stinging of alcohol on his cuts. Someone was either a Good Samaritan, or wanted him as a living trophy…
"Uh-oh. It's awake."
Brad quickly turned to face the voice. It was a scientist of some kind. Probably studying the forest's flora and fauna when he came across Brad.
'I bet he never expected fauna like me.'
Brad tensed a little. If there was one scientist, maybe there was more.
"Um… nice doggy. Good doggy…"
Brad stifled a desire to laugh. The scientist pulled out a bone. Now Brad could barely keep from laughing.
"Would you like a bone, doggy?"
Yep, this guy was new to being a scientist. Brad managed to keep from laughing, but he just had to do something or else he would burst out laughing, and that would be worse than what he was planning…
"Are you serious?"
The scientist jumped. He obviously never heard of werewolves.
"YOU TALKED???"
"It was either that, or burst out laughing. I am obviously NOT a doggy…"
Brad was trying to make the guy think he was either dreaming, or outright batty. Only time will tell if he succeeds…
Skullsatamon: How DO you solve these things?
Beelzemon: Just use that speed of yours to get it one step from being complete, and then I finish. You'll have pretty much solved it, but Machinedramon will think I solved it, and I'll be free from the bet.
Skullsatamon: This is hard…
Beelzemon: It's better than what tin-head plans for me to do with my story…