pureVENOM: Hehe. And now for a silly, little song to torture Lil while traveling through space. Remember, it's a five month trip from Earth to Avis! Whee!! ^.^
DISCLAIMING: Well, this song is from some PBS Kids show that my little sister is disgustingly addicted to. Jay Jay the Jet Plane, I believe. It's a decent-sounding song to my opinion, and it's was stuck in my mind for a few days after I heard it. (Stuck Tune Syndrome, heh.) I added some more lyrics, but it's not my song. It belongs to whoever owns that show. And is it just me, or do they never roll credits for kiddie-shows??
pureVENOM: ^.~ And now, on with the strangeness!! Hehe. About time for a song-fic-chapter from me, no?? Also, an added bonus: CHEAP FACIAL FEATURES!!! : )
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Wackiness I
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The Steel Wing Lil stretches her arms and makes herself comfortable in the pilot seat. There is only one other seat in the ship, the passenger seat, which is of course, empty.
Lil glances out over the black space, and watches the Earth's moon roll by. Avis is a few planets past Irk, but with the great WINGEN technology, it will take a mere five months to get there. Heh. Stew-pid Irkens. Takes THEM six months to get from Irk to Earth. But only five months for a Wi-- *cough!* Okay, okay, I'll stop. I'm pretty sure you got the point.
The Wing begins to check the supplies in the back via computer. "Computer, how long will the rations in storage last me?"
"Approximately seven months," a nice, computerized voice replied. It didn't sound all roboty; it had a smoother, more Human-like feel to the voice.
"How about water?"
"About six months."
"How much fuel?"
"I receive my energy from a PEG."
Lil grimaced and flicked the tips of her knife-like feathers. "That Membrane-Human's invention?"
"No. The Wingen invention of two-hundred and seventeen years. The Perpetual Electricity Generator by current Obsidian Wing, ER (Emergency Researcher) Marcellus."
She breathed a sigh of relief and set the chair to lean back a bit. "Good. Hm, computer. There any hostiles along the way?" : /
"Yes, ah, well, that depends on one's opinion." the computer responded. "The Vortens are quite pestering, and tail stranger-ships for long periods of time, asking them to buy their couches."
Lilith shuddered. "Yeah, I heard." -__-;;
The Steel Wing stopped, and cast a hungry eye over the storage room door. She wanted something to eat, but didn't want to start using up the rations so soon.
Lil shook the thought from her head and turned back to the windshield. "So, when will we reach Avis? About five months, right?"
The computer was about to reply, but was cut short by a sharp beep. "INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM EARTH," it announced.
The left half of the windshield was then covered in a static-looking light, and suddenly was replaced by the faces of....Fausta and Dib!
^.^ "Whee hee~! I thought you'd never ask, Lil!" the Onyx Wing declared happily and held up a hand. "Hold on, I need to speak to someone..."
Dib rose a dark brow, and kept careful eyes upon the people around him.
Fausta fluffed up her black wings. "Presumtuous Dib-mortal!! I SAID I'm NOT doing anything that concerns the fate of your world! Leave now! Why don't you ever believe anything I say!?"
"Because you're an alien monster that wants to destroy Earth, and you're asking this Wing-guy to help you!" he retorted loudly.
She put on a look of disbelief. "I thought you were over THAT problem! You KNOW I'm NOT an alien!! And I'm NOT trying to DESTROY Earth, so I'm NOT asking Marcellus to help me do that!!"
Dib rolled his brown eyes. "Pfft. Whatever."
Fausta half-lidded her own, and turned back to one of the many computers to continue her talk with Lilith. "Anyway, Lil. We all happen to know that that ship you're on is on a one-way-trip to Avis that'll take at least five months, right?? Soooo... I decided to have a bit o' fun with ya!" She smiled sickeningly sweetly; never a good sign.
Lilith paled a few shades.
The teenage Wing began to pace, with that diabolical-villain-look on her face.
"You see, my buddy Marcellus is letting me use the lil' communicator-thingies to talk to ya! And what kind of trip is complete with out a SONG??"
"I am SO going to kill you when I get back," was Lil's dull statement. -.-;;;
Fausta's grin widened, and it seemed Dib was enjoying this slightly as well.
Marcellus suddenly stepped before the screen, holding a green boy up by the collar. Judging from the obvious skin-color and back pod, it was the young Irken.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you two young ladies, but I found this Irken snooping about above-ground." : \
"UNHAND ZIM, vile WING!!" the struggling captive cried. His pod fizzled a bit; there was a small Wingen device attached to it, causing the four mech-legs inside to become unusable.
"This is a dishonoring of the Irken-Wingen Treaty!" Zim continued.
"Well, you started it," Marcellus sniffed indignantly. "You shouldn't be spying on my laboratories, Irken-mortal."
The alien's eyes widened. "NOooO!! Is my MAGNIFiCENT disguise that easy for you Wings to see through!? ARRGH!! WHY MUST THIS BE!?" o_0;
Dib frowned. : ( "Zim, do you HAVE to keep yelling like that??" His poor Human eardrums were becoming sore.
The Irken growled angrily. "YES, I ^HAVE^ TO, STINK-BEAST!!!" (The '^' around 'HAVE' means he said it really loud. Heehee.)
Marcellus dropped the Irken disgustedly. "Please stop your incessant shouting before the increasing pain in my headmeats causes me to destroy you. I haven't killed an Irken in.... two-hundred and eighteen years, the Great W-I (Wingen-Irken) Wars, before the Treaty, and I don't want to do it again." -__o
Zim paled and got up from the cold metal ground. "Yessir."
Fausta sighed loudly. "Okay, can we STOP with the interruptions now??" She looked at Zim and Dib, who both cried out 'what!?', and turned back to Lilith. "Ah, sorry, Steel Wing. Now, about that song..."
She put on a thoughtful expression. "You want screechingly annoying, or nightmarishly repetitive*??" (*: Whee! Jhonen Film reference!)
Back in the ship, Lil glared hatefully at the screen before her. A 'go ahead; I dare you,' look.
Bad idea. Fausta wasn't a very merciful person.
"Alrighty then! Nightmarishly repetitive, it is!!" She got a maniacally malicious look. "I heard this on some show GIR was watching while I hung out with him as Kil. And you better not like it, 'cause I'm gonna come by like every day, and bug you with it!! Mwa haha!! And now, to answer that horrible, ageless question!"
The Onyx Wing cleared her throat and began in a decent singsong voice.
"You're gonna get there when you get there!
And have a great time when you do!
'Cause half the fun of gettin' where you're goin'
is me torturing you!!" : D
o.O;; Lilith blinked in fear at the first taste of this song. She cracked her knuckles to find something for her nervous self to do.
Fausta nudged Marcellus forward a step with a wing. "Age, Marcelle!! CANTA!!" (C'mon, Marcellus!! SING!!)
Marcellus flushed, but he tried out his voice anyway. ^_o;; It was a nice one. Maybe altered slightly with a bit of morphing.
"Such annoyingness in your journey!
Some misfortunes also, too!
Still, half the fun of gettin' where you're goin'
is helping to bother you!"
Lilith, "..." -_-;;;;
An onyx-like wing smacked at Dib's big head. "You too, mortal!" Fausta growled.
Dib was reluctant, but didn't see any IMMEDIATE harm in doing this. o_-
"Er... um..." he began much to Fausta's dislike. His Human brain didn't work as quickly as a Wing's.
"Lotsa strangers you'll be meeting!
And lotsa places you will see!
And half the fun of gettin' where you're goin'
is that you're not here to kill me!"
: D "We'll just see about THAT, eh, Human!?" Lil cried from the communicator.
Zim stepped forward. He knew it would be his turn, and had been planning out what to say while the others sand their lyrics.
"I hope crazy weirdoes try to kill you!
And brain-worms invade your brain!
And half the fun of gettin' where you're goin'
is seein' if you get there sane! ...Or as sane as you are right now anyway," the Irken added in a non-singing voice.
Fausta grinned in delight at Zim's delightful lines. She stepped forward and leaned towards the communicator.
"Well, Lil, I suppose we'll be seeing you soon! Enjoy our lovely singing??" ^____^ She switched off the mechanism before Lil could reply.
The Onyx Wing had a very satisfied look on her smiling face and she thanked Marcellus and her two rivals with many 'thank you's and mad giggling.
Dib once again rose a brow. "Well, aren't you going to get all kinds of strange Wingen weapons of mass destruction from Marcellus to use in your world-domination plan??"
"Huh??" Fausta looked puzzled. "Nah! I told you I'm not working on trying to take over Earth today, although I really should...hm..."
Dib. o.O;
The Onyx Wing shrugged. "And besides! I got an arsenal of doomful weaponry back at base." ^_^
-.-;;;; Dib again.
"Ah! Well, I feel great! Thanks fer lettin' me use that communication-thingy, Marcellus!" She bowed to her friend curtly. "I guess'll come back later or whatever. Buh bye, everybody!! Wheee!!" : )
Fausta let her large black wings be absorbed into her back; forming her 'Human disguise', and she sprinted out of the chambers, out into the park, happily. It was very scary.
Marcellus scratched at his head and blinked his ringed eyes. "Huh." He turned to the two remaining people. "So, will you two be staying?"
Dib, knowing Marcellus's liking for talking, shook his large head rapidly, and Zim followed in suit. The Human hurried out of the underground laboratory to run home and get all this new info down on paper and typing.
Zim, wanted to rush out as well, but had something to take care of first.
"Erm, ER Marcellus, would you be so kind as to remove this device from my support pod??" he asked cautiously, knowing that the Wing wouldn't think thrice about killing him.
The Obsidian Wing shrugged. "Uh, sure. Why not??" He cleared his throat. "IPSC, deactivate."
The little machine beeped once and fell to the ground with a dull thud.
"Whooo!" The Irken fled as quickly as his natur--er... well, as natural as his natural legs are, anyhoo, could take him.
And so, Marcellus is once again alone. He was slightly glad that Fausta would be coming back soon. Then he'd have someone to talk to. Maybe the Irken spy and paranoid Human would be with her too. The more the merrier, after all.
He sat back into his main computer chair, completely forgetting about the hammock and resting. He began to furiously type and read at the many screens, and became absorbed in his mind-numbing, never-ending work.
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pureVENOM: Ah, well. A nice, light-hearted chapter, no?? As I read over my fic, I notice that it's not the laugh/giggle/snicker/cackle-out-loud kind of fic that I'd wanted it to be, but more of a delightful sort of carefree story with wacky people. Well, hopefully the readers that I DO have, are enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it, 'cause that would be, well, good.
Eek!! Me knee's cuts and sticthty-thingies itch like mad!! *cough!!*
And now, some lil' profiles on new peeps! Er, sorta new anyway.
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Lilith a.k.a. Ferona (I love that name! I love them both!)
"I am SO going to kill you when I get back."
Ah, a Steel Wing. The Mercenary Ranking next to da top! (Adamants are at the top.)
She's the main force in a SEEEECRET lil' mission of Wingen DOOM that should soon or not-so-soon be uncovered, depending on how lazy I am. She does this mission to become like those that she works for-- Wing Invaders. Immortal. Honored. Famous. All that jazz.
This Wing is amazingly young for sucha high ranking person. Izzn't that nice??
Her birthname was Ferona, but she, disliking the name (How could she!? Gasp!), gave herself a name. And that name as you can guess, is 'Lilith'.
She has a strong contemptment and disdain for non-Wings, and people who don't think of the worlds the way she does. Lil's a pretty dark gal, or that's how I created her anyway. I dunno how readers take to my writing of her.
Marcellus
"Still, half the fun of gettin' where you're goin' is helping to bother you!"
Ooh, Marcellus! I like him much!! He's valde (very/exceedingly) kewl.
Dear Marcellus is an Emergency Researcher, a Wing that stays on a planet secretly, and helps out outer-space travelers in-need. He's got lotsa nifty things and supplies and info and stuff. He's also super-smart and invents and upgrades lotsa mechy-things.
Oh yeah, he's also an Obsidian Wing, the ranking next to Platinum. Whee!! Fun, no?? Marcellus ith so cyute! He gots big dark rings around his eyes and smiles all the time, regardless of how he feels! I got that from reading the magnificent Jhonen's Fillerbunny! SMILE!! Wah hoo!! *cough!*
Heh, when one of my friends saw a piccy of Marcellus I did, she was all, 'Wow. He really needs some caffeine.' Or something like that. Wah hah!!
Marcellus is generally a nice guy, but like all Wings, he has a dark side. Whoo! Scarifulness!! Um, yeah, I think I wrote enough on him.
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pureVENOM: And now, because I dun feel like ending this chapter jes yet, 'cause it's so freaking short, I will make a strange little, Wing Mercenary ad!
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Hey, all you RICH people out there with LOTS of STUFF you don't need!
Have any ENEMIES? RIVALS? Or are you just BORED??
We, the Wing Mercenaries, the class below you grand Wing Invaders, are at your beck and call!
THAT'S RIGHT!
Call us to do your DIRTY WORK!
We KILL people really SNEAKILY, so YOU don't have to!!
To assign us, just go to a well-known Wing-conquered planet, and find a Wing of any of the FOLLOWING wing COLORS (Their abbreviations which are engraved on medals about their neck, are placed in parenthesis beside):
COPPER (CPR)
BRONZE (BRZ)
STEEL (STL)
ADAMANT (ADT)
Wings of COPPER to STEEL have the LEAST amount of SKILL to the MOST amount of SKILL, respectively.
HIRE a MERCENARY TODAY! We AWAIT your assignment!
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pureVENOM: Hello again, all you anorexic tunafish!! *puzzled look* Hm?? Oh, you're not...?? Uh... hm...
ANYHOO, hope you enjoyed all this! There won't be a Lesson o' da Chapter, since this really WASN'T a chapter to the story. A chapter to the FIC, yes, bit not to the STORY. But I suppose a nice lesson would be: Fausta is an evil, merciless girl who likes to sing. BEWARE.
Heh. Well, like the ad above?? Well, then, what're you waiting for!? Hire a Wing Mercenary!! They need to make a decent living, you know!! What!? Have they OFFENDED you somehow, or what!? *cough.* Um, yeah. Bye, my readerz!!
DISCLAIMING: Well, this song is from some PBS Kids show that my little sister is disgustingly addicted to. Jay Jay the Jet Plane, I believe. It's a decent-sounding song to my opinion, and it's was stuck in my mind for a few days after I heard it. (Stuck Tune Syndrome, heh.) I added some more lyrics, but it's not my song. It belongs to whoever owns that show. And is it just me, or do they never roll credits for kiddie-shows??
pureVENOM: ^.~ And now, on with the strangeness!! Hehe. About time for a song-fic-chapter from me, no?? Also, an added bonus: CHEAP FACIAL FEATURES!!! : )
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Wackiness I
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The Steel Wing Lil stretches her arms and makes herself comfortable in the pilot seat. There is only one other seat in the ship, the passenger seat, which is of course, empty.
Lil glances out over the black space, and watches the Earth's moon roll by. Avis is a few planets past Irk, but with the great WINGEN technology, it will take a mere five months to get there. Heh. Stew-pid Irkens. Takes THEM six months to get from Irk to Earth. But only five months for a Wi-- *cough!* Okay, okay, I'll stop. I'm pretty sure you got the point.
The Wing begins to check the supplies in the back via computer. "Computer, how long will the rations in storage last me?"
"Approximately seven months," a nice, computerized voice replied. It didn't sound all roboty; it had a smoother, more Human-like feel to the voice.
"How about water?"
"About six months."
"How much fuel?"
"I receive my energy from a PEG."
Lil grimaced and flicked the tips of her knife-like feathers. "That Membrane-Human's invention?"
"No. The Wingen invention of two-hundred and seventeen years. The Perpetual Electricity Generator by current Obsidian Wing, ER (Emergency Researcher) Marcellus."
She breathed a sigh of relief and set the chair to lean back a bit. "Good. Hm, computer. There any hostiles along the way?" : /
"Yes, ah, well, that depends on one's opinion." the computer responded. "The Vortens are quite pestering, and tail stranger-ships for long periods of time, asking them to buy their couches."
Lilith shuddered. "Yeah, I heard." -__-;;
The Steel Wing stopped, and cast a hungry eye over the storage room door. She wanted something to eat, but didn't want to start using up the rations so soon.
Lil shook the thought from her head and turned back to the windshield. "So, when will we reach Avis? About five months, right?"
The computer was about to reply, but was cut short by a sharp beep. "INCOMING TRANSMISSION FROM EARTH," it announced.
The left half of the windshield was then covered in a static-looking light, and suddenly was replaced by the faces of....Fausta and Dib!
^.^ "Whee hee~! I thought you'd never ask, Lil!" the Onyx Wing declared happily and held up a hand. "Hold on, I need to speak to someone..."
Dib rose a dark brow, and kept careful eyes upon the people around him.
Fausta fluffed up her black wings. "Presumtuous Dib-mortal!! I SAID I'm NOT doing anything that concerns the fate of your world! Leave now! Why don't you ever believe anything I say!?"
"Because you're an alien monster that wants to destroy Earth, and you're asking this Wing-guy to help you!" he retorted loudly.
She put on a look of disbelief. "I thought you were over THAT problem! You KNOW I'm NOT an alien!! And I'm NOT trying to DESTROY Earth, so I'm NOT asking Marcellus to help me do that!!"
Dib rolled his brown eyes. "Pfft. Whatever."
Fausta half-lidded her own, and turned back to one of the many computers to continue her talk with Lilith. "Anyway, Lil. We all happen to know that that ship you're on is on a one-way-trip to Avis that'll take at least five months, right?? Soooo... I decided to have a bit o' fun with ya!" She smiled sickeningly sweetly; never a good sign.
Lilith paled a few shades.
The teenage Wing began to pace, with that diabolical-villain-look on her face.
"You see, my buddy Marcellus is letting me use the lil' communicator-thingies to talk to ya! And what kind of trip is complete with out a SONG??"
"I am SO going to kill you when I get back," was Lil's dull statement. -.-;;;
Fausta's grin widened, and it seemed Dib was enjoying this slightly as well.
Marcellus suddenly stepped before the screen, holding a green boy up by the collar. Judging from the obvious skin-color and back pod, it was the young Irken.
"I'm sorry to interrupt you two young ladies, but I found this Irken snooping about above-ground." : \
"UNHAND ZIM, vile WING!!" the struggling captive cried. His pod fizzled a bit; there was a small Wingen device attached to it, causing the four mech-legs inside to become unusable.
"This is a dishonoring of the Irken-Wingen Treaty!" Zim continued.
"Well, you started it," Marcellus sniffed indignantly. "You shouldn't be spying on my laboratories, Irken-mortal."
The alien's eyes widened. "NOooO!! Is my MAGNIFiCENT disguise that easy for you Wings to see through!? ARRGH!! WHY MUST THIS BE!?" o_0;
Dib frowned. : ( "Zim, do you HAVE to keep yelling like that??" His poor Human eardrums were becoming sore.
The Irken growled angrily. "YES, I ^HAVE^ TO, STINK-BEAST!!!" (The '^' around 'HAVE' means he said it really loud. Heehee.)
Marcellus dropped the Irken disgustedly. "Please stop your incessant shouting before the increasing pain in my headmeats causes me to destroy you. I haven't killed an Irken in.... two-hundred and eighteen years, the Great W-I (Wingen-Irken) Wars, before the Treaty, and I don't want to do it again." -__o
Zim paled and got up from the cold metal ground. "Yessir."
Fausta sighed loudly. "Okay, can we STOP with the interruptions now??" She looked at Zim and Dib, who both cried out 'what!?', and turned back to Lilith. "Ah, sorry, Steel Wing. Now, about that song..."
She put on a thoughtful expression. "You want screechingly annoying, or nightmarishly repetitive*??" (*: Whee! Jhonen Film reference!)
Back in the ship, Lil glared hatefully at the screen before her. A 'go ahead; I dare you,' look.
Bad idea. Fausta wasn't a very merciful person.
"Alrighty then! Nightmarishly repetitive, it is!!" She got a maniacally malicious look. "I heard this on some show GIR was watching while I hung out with him as Kil. And you better not like it, 'cause I'm gonna come by like every day, and bug you with it!! Mwa haha!! And now, to answer that horrible, ageless question!"
The Onyx Wing cleared her throat and began in a decent singsong voice.
"You're gonna get there when you get there!
And have a great time when you do!
'Cause half the fun of gettin' where you're goin'
is me torturing you!!" : D
o.O;; Lilith blinked in fear at the first taste of this song. She cracked her knuckles to find something for her nervous self to do.
Fausta nudged Marcellus forward a step with a wing. "Age, Marcelle!! CANTA!!" (C'mon, Marcellus!! SING!!)
Marcellus flushed, but he tried out his voice anyway. ^_o;; It was a nice one. Maybe altered slightly with a bit of morphing.
"Such annoyingness in your journey!
Some misfortunes also, too!
Still, half the fun of gettin' where you're goin'
is helping to bother you!"
Lilith, "..." -_-;;;;
An onyx-like wing smacked at Dib's big head. "You too, mortal!" Fausta growled.
Dib was reluctant, but didn't see any IMMEDIATE harm in doing this. o_-
"Er... um..." he began much to Fausta's dislike. His Human brain didn't work as quickly as a Wing's.
"Lotsa strangers you'll be meeting!
And lotsa places you will see!
And half the fun of gettin' where you're goin'
is that you're not here to kill me!"
: D "We'll just see about THAT, eh, Human!?" Lil cried from the communicator.
Zim stepped forward. He knew it would be his turn, and had been planning out what to say while the others sand their lyrics.
"I hope crazy weirdoes try to kill you!
And brain-worms invade your brain!
And half the fun of gettin' where you're goin'
is seein' if you get there sane! ...Or as sane as you are right now anyway," the Irken added in a non-singing voice.
Fausta grinned in delight at Zim's delightful lines. She stepped forward and leaned towards the communicator.
"Well, Lil, I suppose we'll be seeing you soon! Enjoy our lovely singing??" ^____^ She switched off the mechanism before Lil could reply.
The Onyx Wing had a very satisfied look on her smiling face and she thanked Marcellus and her two rivals with many 'thank you's and mad giggling.
Dib once again rose a brow. "Well, aren't you going to get all kinds of strange Wingen weapons of mass destruction from Marcellus to use in your world-domination plan??"
"Huh??" Fausta looked puzzled. "Nah! I told you I'm not working on trying to take over Earth today, although I really should...hm..."
Dib. o.O;
The Onyx Wing shrugged. "And besides! I got an arsenal of doomful weaponry back at base." ^_^
-.-;;;; Dib again.
"Ah! Well, I feel great! Thanks fer lettin' me use that communication-thingy, Marcellus!" She bowed to her friend curtly. "I guess'll come back later or whatever. Buh bye, everybody!! Wheee!!" : )
Fausta let her large black wings be absorbed into her back; forming her 'Human disguise', and she sprinted out of the chambers, out into the park, happily. It was very scary.
Marcellus scratched at his head and blinked his ringed eyes. "Huh." He turned to the two remaining people. "So, will you two be staying?"
Dib, knowing Marcellus's liking for talking, shook his large head rapidly, and Zim followed in suit. The Human hurried out of the underground laboratory to run home and get all this new info down on paper and typing.
Zim, wanted to rush out as well, but had something to take care of first.
"Erm, ER Marcellus, would you be so kind as to remove this device from my support pod??" he asked cautiously, knowing that the Wing wouldn't think thrice about killing him.
The Obsidian Wing shrugged. "Uh, sure. Why not??" He cleared his throat. "IPSC, deactivate."
The little machine beeped once and fell to the ground with a dull thud.
"Whooo!" The Irken fled as quickly as his natur--er... well, as natural as his natural legs are, anyhoo, could take him.
And so, Marcellus is once again alone. He was slightly glad that Fausta would be coming back soon. Then he'd have someone to talk to. Maybe the Irken spy and paranoid Human would be with her too. The more the merrier, after all.
He sat back into his main computer chair, completely forgetting about the hammock and resting. He began to furiously type and read at the many screens, and became absorbed in his mind-numbing, never-ending work.
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pureVENOM: Ah, well. A nice, light-hearted chapter, no?? As I read over my fic, I notice that it's not the laugh/giggle/snicker/cackle-out-loud kind of fic that I'd wanted it to be, but more of a delightful sort of carefree story with wacky people. Well, hopefully the readers that I DO have, are enjoying reading this as much as I enjoy writing it, 'cause that would be, well, good.
Eek!! Me knee's cuts and sticthty-thingies itch like mad!! *cough!!*
And now, some lil' profiles on new peeps! Er, sorta new anyway.
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Lilith a.k.a. Ferona (I love that name! I love them both!)
"I am SO going to kill you when I get back."
Ah, a Steel Wing. The Mercenary Ranking next to da top! (Adamants are at the top.)
She's the main force in a SEEEECRET lil' mission of Wingen DOOM that should soon or not-so-soon be uncovered, depending on how lazy I am. She does this mission to become like those that she works for-- Wing Invaders. Immortal. Honored. Famous. All that jazz.
This Wing is amazingly young for sucha high ranking person. Izzn't that nice??
Her birthname was Ferona, but she, disliking the name (How could she!? Gasp!), gave herself a name. And that name as you can guess, is 'Lilith'.
She has a strong contemptment and disdain for non-Wings, and people who don't think of the worlds the way she does. Lil's a pretty dark gal, or that's how I created her anyway. I dunno how readers take to my writing of her.
Marcellus
"Still, half the fun of gettin' where you're goin' is helping to bother you!"
Ooh, Marcellus! I like him much!! He's valde (very/exceedingly) kewl.
Dear Marcellus is an Emergency Researcher, a Wing that stays on a planet secretly, and helps out outer-space travelers in-need. He's got lotsa nifty things and supplies and info and stuff. He's also super-smart and invents and upgrades lotsa mechy-things.
Oh yeah, he's also an Obsidian Wing, the ranking next to Platinum. Whee!! Fun, no?? Marcellus ith so cyute! He gots big dark rings around his eyes and smiles all the time, regardless of how he feels! I got that from reading the magnificent Jhonen's Fillerbunny! SMILE!! Wah hoo!! *cough!*
Heh, when one of my friends saw a piccy of Marcellus I did, she was all, 'Wow. He really needs some caffeine.' Or something like that. Wah hah!!
Marcellus is generally a nice guy, but like all Wings, he has a dark side. Whoo! Scarifulness!! Um, yeah, I think I wrote enough on him.
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pureVENOM: And now, because I dun feel like ending this chapter jes yet, 'cause it's so freaking short, I will make a strange little, Wing Mercenary ad!
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Hey, all you RICH people out there with LOTS of STUFF you don't need!
Have any ENEMIES? RIVALS? Or are you just BORED??
We, the Wing Mercenaries, the class below you grand Wing Invaders, are at your beck and call!
THAT'S RIGHT!
Call us to do your DIRTY WORK!
We KILL people really SNEAKILY, so YOU don't have to!!
To assign us, just go to a well-known Wing-conquered planet, and find a Wing of any of the FOLLOWING wing COLORS (Their abbreviations which are engraved on medals about their neck, are placed in parenthesis beside):
COPPER (CPR)
BRONZE (BRZ)
STEEL (STL)
ADAMANT (ADT)
Wings of COPPER to STEEL have the LEAST amount of SKILL to the MOST amount of SKILL, respectively.
HIRE a MERCENARY TODAY! We AWAIT your assignment!
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pureVENOM: Hello again, all you anorexic tunafish!! *puzzled look* Hm?? Oh, you're not...?? Uh... hm...
ANYHOO, hope you enjoyed all this! There won't be a Lesson o' da Chapter, since this really WASN'T a chapter to the story. A chapter to the FIC, yes, bit not to the STORY. But I suppose a nice lesson would be: Fausta is an evil, merciless girl who likes to sing. BEWARE.
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