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Sorry this is so late, I've been REALLY busy, but here's the next chapter. BTW, you can request certain *ahem* plot twists. I REALLY don't mind. ^___^
Breakout:
Down several twisty hallways in the Mansion:
Artemis ran as fast as he could, striding quickly with his overly long legs, not really what he preferred doing. His hair (what color is it?) was stringy and messy, and dirty past recognition of what color it was originally, the result of a week's neglect. Nevertheless, it was necessary, if he was to escape some rather uncomfortable situations. Several of them probably involving himself, some chains, being hung upside down in a cold draft by his toes, and a pair of extremely hot tongs.
Escaping the guards was also a good reason he was running. They were intent on the chase, their faces contorted and bright red, with good reason. Number one: Commander Short had repeatedly attempted to spit in their faces, and had had it land flat in the leader's face. He had turned even more red (possibly redder than Commander Root?) and had barked an unintelligible command to his crew. They had turned bright magenta (also darker than Commander Root) and went even faster than their captain.
"Mud Boy! Fowl!" Holly sighed. Artemis hadn't been responding for the last couple minutes, hurtling so fast (well, as fast as a Mud Man could go without wings.) that she'd been mildly annoyed about the prospect of having her face smashed into a marble wall. Luckily, the Mud Boy turned out to have fairly good instincts, for all his lack of training. And riding on his back, calling out distracting commands for their pursuers to be misled by turned out to be enormous fun. Her hazel eyes glinted in the light, crazed by the possibility of a fight. From out of the blue, so absorbed was she in her Mud-Man bashing dreams; a door's sign caught her eye. She leaned in closer as they headed towards the door, almost past it. Nope, her eyesight wasn't mistaken.
"In there!" she hissed at her ride, mentally giving directions to her READ 3000, and silently hoping that Mud Men IQ was still able to get transferred commands. You never knew with that insane race. After all, a race that would put toilets inside their own dwellings must have some kind of mental disability. Her mind shifted back to the subject of commands. She watched helplessly as the door slid by her. Holly didn't think at all about why she hadn't jumped off at that moment, and left Artemis by himself.
He ducked down a hallway, but, unfortunately, the guards followed them. "Why does that always work in movies?" he asked mildly, then dashed down the hall, turned left three times, and ran into the room that Holly had been directing him to. He landed on his face, and Holly, who was completely unhurt by the ride, jumped up and locked the door, preventing anyone from entering.
Meanwhile, Artemis lay down, propped himself up on one elbow, and surveyed the room as if he had not been running crazily for his life a minute ago. "Do you think she's OK?" he asked softly, to no one in particular. Holly stared at him. "Oh great." She thought, half sarcastically, half irritably. "I'm not only stuck with a TALL Mud Boy, I'm stuck with a DELUDED tall Mud Boy. What a day."
"Heard that." Said Artemis lazily, turning over in one fluid movement to give her a glare. Holly stared at him again in disbelief. "How?" she demanded. "Don't tell me you have a READ 3000 too?" He stretched and waited until she was finished with her ranting. "Number one," he began, as if they had all the time in the world, "it was apparent on your face that you were fed up with something. Number two, you would never stare at me for that long without thinking something incredibly absurd and spiteful, and Number three, your READ 3000 was still on broadcasting commands. Oh, and I also heard the part about Mud Men, and their IQs. Believe me, Commander Short," here he smiled coldly, "some of my race is quite worth dealing with. And I was talking about my mother."
Holly rolled her eyes. "She was cured, Mud Boy. Face up to the facts. She's a Mud Woman. She doesn't require your constant supervision." They remained viciously silent for a while, and then, suddenly, in a completely cliché way, the room began to shake. Holly hurriedly leapt up and strapped on some equipment, Artemis doing so as well, though most of them didn't fit him that well, and he hung them unstylishly on his arms, dangling like awkward bangles.
Just then, the floor split open, and Holly and Artemis fell through, into a dark infinity. (You won't be hearing from them until the next chapter. Sorry, all those people whom I brought up to think they might actually have a conversation here. ^__^ Review, and maybe you'll get the right snippet that you want.)
In front of the Mansion:
"Foaly, you are probably the best mechanic that our section has had in a long time. And we've consulted you on everything, much to our benefit. But I refuse to walk out from this walk without my pants, as a target to lure the stupid Mud Men into the Koboi Gun's firing range!" Root was shouting. And with good reason, no doubt, thought Opal Koboi boredly. She would've been busy escaping at the time, but she was tied up and gagged. The tying up happened because she tried to run away. The gag happened because Commander Root was getting tired of all her suggestions for a plan, most of which was covered in scientific gibberish.
"But Julius!" the centaur whinnied. "Nope." Said the commander irritably. "I refuse to remove my pants in the face of danger." "But I thought you said you weren't wearing your Mickey Mou-" "That's enough!" Root roared. "I'll do it." Foaly smiled slyly to himself. This misadventure had turned out to have good points after all. Now, at least, he knew who owned a pair of Mud Men Mickey Mouse boxers.
Opal Koboi was having a hard time attempting to stifle her laughs. She was turning bright red, both from lack of oxygen due to the gag, and from laughing so hard. Root turned a rather horrendous shade of radish color, and was about to begin to tell her off, when Foaly noticed that his love was in danger of a Root-Explosion. "We'll have to remove that gag." He said. The Commander grumbled again. "Why? She was bad enough with the gag on. What do I have to-" the rest faded into grumbles, and Foaly himself hid a grin.
Five minutes later:
"I don't understand how I get talked into these things." Root grumbled miserably, as he walked out into the open. "Oh, well. I just hope they have a plan for after this." He shunted forwards hesitantly, step by careful step. If he hurried, those stupid guns that Mud Men wore might shoot him. He looked back, and immediately wished that he hadn't. The scene back there was bad enough to make Casanova look like it had been about science, and not mushy at all.
The six guards posted at Fowl Mansion noticed the little man with no pants in the distance, and immediately reported him. Out of curiosity, if nothing else, they sent people to go check. Three guards came up, and attempted to grab him by the arms. Root sighed. This was the hard part. He shot, and missed. Shot again, and missed. Shot again, and missed. The Mud Men laughed uproariously, and got him. He flashed the signal at Foaly and Opal. They nodded, and vanished.
Root, still pretending to fend off his attackers, found it getting harder and harder to, since the other three guards had since then, lost their patience with the amusing little man, and come to help their friends capture him. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bomb landed in their midst. Everyone was knocked out, including the guy who had had it landed on his head.
The commander was suffering under its affects too, but slower. Inside the fragile bomb was a chemical that Mud Men reacted to by sleeping. Elves did too, but slower. Foaly was galloping over to him, and he was relieved. Foaly could catch him, and he suddenly felt so . . . so . . . sleepy . . . He fell just as Foaly came, and hit the ground, hard. Foaly darted past his body to go check the guards for useful weapons. He didn't come up with any. "Must be flunkies," he snorted, trying to look valiant for Opal. Root was suddenly very irritated with his heroism. "Give me a break." He snapped, stood up, clobbered Foaly over the head, and fell down, into a deep sleep again.
You could say that he fell into a dark infinity.
Oooh. That was AWFUL. Oh well. I'm sorry guys, but if I get enough reviews, I'll make it a little more humorous, I hope. I'm just not in the writing mood today, but I had to, because you guys might forget me. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I would name you all individually, but its 12:00 midnight, and I'm getting pretty sleepy. Night y'all.
If its not long enough, you could complain about that too, as long as you REVIEW!! I'm almost at 100, help me actually GET THERE PLEASE!! Just eight more . . .
Sorry this is so late, I've been REALLY busy, but here's the next chapter. BTW, you can request certain *ahem* plot twists. I REALLY don't mind. ^___^
Breakout:
Down several twisty hallways in the Mansion:
Artemis ran as fast as he could, striding quickly with his overly long legs, not really what he preferred doing. His hair (what color is it?) was stringy and messy, and dirty past recognition of what color it was originally, the result of a week's neglect. Nevertheless, it was necessary, if he was to escape some rather uncomfortable situations. Several of them probably involving himself, some chains, being hung upside down in a cold draft by his toes, and a pair of extremely hot tongs.
Escaping the guards was also a good reason he was running. They were intent on the chase, their faces contorted and bright red, with good reason. Number one: Commander Short had repeatedly attempted to spit in their faces, and had had it land flat in the leader's face. He had turned even more red (possibly redder than Commander Root?) and had barked an unintelligible command to his crew. They had turned bright magenta (also darker than Commander Root) and went even faster than their captain.
"Mud Boy! Fowl!" Holly sighed. Artemis hadn't been responding for the last couple minutes, hurtling so fast (well, as fast as a Mud Man could go without wings.) that she'd been mildly annoyed about the prospect of having her face smashed into a marble wall. Luckily, the Mud Boy turned out to have fairly good instincts, for all his lack of training. And riding on his back, calling out distracting commands for their pursuers to be misled by turned out to be enormous fun. Her hazel eyes glinted in the light, crazed by the possibility of a fight. From out of the blue, so absorbed was she in her Mud-Man bashing dreams; a door's sign caught her eye. She leaned in closer as they headed towards the door, almost past it. Nope, her eyesight wasn't mistaken.
"In there!" she hissed at her ride, mentally giving directions to her READ 3000, and silently hoping that Mud Men IQ was still able to get transferred commands. You never knew with that insane race. After all, a race that would put toilets inside their own dwellings must have some kind of mental disability. Her mind shifted back to the subject of commands. She watched helplessly as the door slid by her. Holly didn't think at all about why she hadn't jumped off at that moment, and left Artemis by himself.
He ducked down a hallway, but, unfortunately, the guards followed them. "Why does that always work in movies?" he asked mildly, then dashed down the hall, turned left three times, and ran into the room that Holly had been directing him to. He landed on his face, and Holly, who was completely unhurt by the ride, jumped up and locked the door, preventing anyone from entering.
Meanwhile, Artemis lay down, propped himself up on one elbow, and surveyed the room as if he had not been running crazily for his life a minute ago. "Do you think she's OK?" he asked softly, to no one in particular. Holly stared at him. "Oh great." She thought, half sarcastically, half irritably. "I'm not only stuck with a TALL Mud Boy, I'm stuck with a DELUDED tall Mud Boy. What a day."
"Heard that." Said Artemis lazily, turning over in one fluid movement to give her a glare. Holly stared at him again in disbelief. "How?" she demanded. "Don't tell me you have a READ 3000 too?" He stretched and waited until she was finished with her ranting. "Number one," he began, as if they had all the time in the world, "it was apparent on your face that you were fed up with something. Number two, you would never stare at me for that long without thinking something incredibly absurd and spiteful, and Number three, your READ 3000 was still on broadcasting commands. Oh, and I also heard the part about Mud Men, and their IQs. Believe me, Commander Short," here he smiled coldly, "some of my race is quite worth dealing with. And I was talking about my mother."
Holly rolled her eyes. "She was cured, Mud Boy. Face up to the facts. She's a Mud Woman. She doesn't require your constant supervision." They remained viciously silent for a while, and then, suddenly, in a completely cliché way, the room began to shake. Holly hurriedly leapt up and strapped on some equipment, Artemis doing so as well, though most of them didn't fit him that well, and he hung them unstylishly on his arms, dangling like awkward bangles.
Just then, the floor split open, and Holly and Artemis fell through, into a dark infinity. (You won't be hearing from them until the next chapter. Sorry, all those people whom I brought up to think they might actually have a conversation here. ^__^ Review, and maybe you'll get the right snippet that you want.)
In front of the Mansion:
"Foaly, you are probably the best mechanic that our section has had in a long time. And we've consulted you on everything, much to our benefit. But I refuse to walk out from this walk without my pants, as a target to lure the stupid Mud Men into the Koboi Gun's firing range!" Root was shouting. And with good reason, no doubt, thought Opal Koboi boredly. She would've been busy escaping at the time, but she was tied up and gagged. The tying up happened because she tried to run away. The gag happened because Commander Root was getting tired of all her suggestions for a plan, most of which was covered in scientific gibberish.
"But Julius!" the centaur whinnied. "Nope." Said the commander irritably. "I refuse to remove my pants in the face of danger." "But I thought you said you weren't wearing your Mickey Mou-" "That's enough!" Root roared. "I'll do it." Foaly smiled slyly to himself. This misadventure had turned out to have good points after all. Now, at least, he knew who owned a pair of Mud Men Mickey Mouse boxers.
Opal Koboi was having a hard time attempting to stifle her laughs. She was turning bright red, both from lack of oxygen due to the gag, and from laughing so hard. Root turned a rather horrendous shade of radish color, and was about to begin to tell her off, when Foaly noticed that his love was in danger of a Root-Explosion. "We'll have to remove that gag." He said. The Commander grumbled again. "Why? She was bad enough with the gag on. What do I have to-" the rest faded into grumbles, and Foaly himself hid a grin.
Five minutes later:
"I don't understand how I get talked into these things." Root grumbled miserably, as he walked out into the open. "Oh, well. I just hope they have a plan for after this." He shunted forwards hesitantly, step by careful step. If he hurried, those stupid guns that Mud Men wore might shoot him. He looked back, and immediately wished that he hadn't. The scene back there was bad enough to make Casanova look like it had been about science, and not mushy at all.
The six guards posted at Fowl Mansion noticed the little man with no pants in the distance, and immediately reported him. Out of curiosity, if nothing else, they sent people to go check. Three guards came up, and attempted to grab him by the arms. Root sighed. This was the hard part. He shot, and missed. Shot again, and missed. Shot again, and missed. The Mud Men laughed uproariously, and got him. He flashed the signal at Foaly and Opal. They nodded, and vanished.
Root, still pretending to fend off his attackers, found it getting harder and harder to, since the other three guards had since then, lost their patience with the amusing little man, and come to help their friends capture him. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a bomb landed in their midst. Everyone was knocked out, including the guy who had had it landed on his head.
The commander was suffering under its affects too, but slower. Inside the fragile bomb was a chemical that Mud Men reacted to by sleeping. Elves did too, but slower. Foaly was galloping over to him, and he was relieved. Foaly could catch him, and he suddenly felt so . . . so . . . sleepy . . . He fell just as Foaly came, and hit the ground, hard. Foaly darted past his body to go check the guards for useful weapons. He didn't come up with any. "Must be flunkies," he snorted, trying to look valiant for Opal. Root was suddenly very irritated with his heroism. "Give me a break." He snapped, stood up, clobbered Foaly over the head, and fell down, into a deep sleep again.
You could say that he fell into a dark infinity.
Oooh. That was AWFUL. Oh well. I'm sorry guys, but if I get enough reviews, I'll make it a little more humorous, I hope. I'm just not in the writing mood today, but I had to, because you guys might forget me. Thanks to everyone who reviewed, I would name you all individually, but its 12:00 midnight, and I'm getting pretty sleepy. Night y'all.
If its not long enough, you could complain about that too, as long as you REVIEW!! I'm almost at 100, help me actually GET THERE PLEASE!! Just eight more . . .