A/N: The Extremo Luchadore once again...brings you...another installment...(snores, then wakes up) of "Life Before the Party". The updates will be slower because I'll be out of town for a few days, so I'm sorry to those really getting the hang of this. Oh, well. Let's continue on: "The Life Before the Party" comes to you live at the Imaginary Center on Fanfiction.Net. "Jackie Chan Adventures" is presented at the Toonami Dome thanks to Kids WB and Sony Television Entertainment.
Chapter VII: Insurgence
Kenzo Yokanawa and the Wendigo made their way into a dimly lit room, where another man had awaited their arrival. Kenzo was diligently wiping the dust off his precious purple tuxedo, entrusting his bestial ally to play around with a ball that bounced as its bony hands whacked it right and left. He could finally savor the moment, the moment that should've been his over a year ago.
Their superior was inching closer to them, ever so silently.
"Bow down", Kenzo addressed to the Wendigo, without actually sending it eye contact.
The wendigo continued its little farce with the sphere.
Kenzo rolled his eyes over and snatched the ball in midair. The wendigo growled, baring its gleaming canines as if ready to prey upon the ex-mobster.
"You're wasting our time, both of us", spoke Kenzo in an impatient, but not angry, tone, considering he was the meekest of his infamous bloodline. "Let's get the rewards over with."
"The rewards, I'm afraid, won't be in our grasps anytime soon," grumbled the superior, who kept himself from the lonely light bulb suspended above. "Time already has been wasted. The talisman's powers failed to accomplish the desired objective."
Kenzo grimaced, and uneasily rubbed his left palm onto his right fist. "Why don't you come closer to the light, mister? We already know what you look like."
"My eyes can't take so much light," retorted the superior, staying where he stood. "Back to the subject; it is preposterous that of all the tools we can acquire, even this potent magic has its limits."
"Sigh. So what more do we do?" spoke Kenzo in disappointment.
"Not we. I. I will inquire further on what we have. You could, of course, depart. There is nothing more required of you or our demented friend. But if you leave, what is to be earned from your efforts?"
Kenzo was mad, but contained any sense to strike upon the superior, because he knew this one had a superior of his own. "Don't any of you understand? We don't have to put up with this charade. I know I can sneak into those rewards if given both your help." The wendigo turned to Kenzo, and nodded in agreement.
"I can not risk that," spoke the superior, bowing his own head down. "Do you not recall how our Higher Order was able to grant our first wishes? The Order stands to the likes of which I have never seen or heard."
"Or smelled. Sure, this Higher `Odor' gave us what we bargained for on the onset. But now I doubt that can ever happen again. Besides..." Kenzo turned to a square vault on the far side of the room, "already two have sneaked in, and Snowball and I had to stop them before they could stop the `Odor'."
"A rare mishap, I presume," defended the superior. "But answer me this other question. Has Section 13 been destroyed, as you were told?"
Kenzo gulped, and rearranged his glasses. "W-Well, the building pretty much is gone, but at least one of the witnesses could not be stopped."
"Who?!"
"His name is Jackie Chan, a China-man living in San Francisco. He stopped my family's crime spree, freed me from the workings of those fools, heh-heh. Don't worry, though. As long as we stay out of the ole U.S. of A., I doubt he'll even reach here."
"Don't be sure of that", snapped the superior. "One of our captives keeps mentioning a `Jackie Chan' in her sentences, whilst the other indicates a friend of Chan's."
Kenzo's eyes rose, and then slit. "Just how many people know this guy?!" he asked in disbelief.
The superior pulled a device off his pocket and slid it across the table. "Here is your justification. I am expected to rectify the prime objective now. But be aware, for Jackie Chan won't be far." The superior disappeared into the black void.
Kenzo stared at the void, as did the wendigo, until the ex-mobster turned his attention to the LCD device, of which he pushed the "on" button. The screen loaded an image of the two people locked within the vault. The captives were not aware that the ceiling was tinted so a large camera could keep track of their every word. One of them was a slender African-American woman in her mid-twenties, and her partner was an audibly non-stop boy who, despite the distressful situation, was very optimistic. A rope connected to the ceiling bound both from escape. It was no wonder that the most they could do was talk.
"How does it look on your side?" asked the boy, after very brief silence.
"Very boring. The usual, kid. Maybe we should play another game. If we manage to live that long," Viper spoke, staring at the ceiling.
"No problemo, senorita. We will live," beamed Paco, "because El Toro Fuerte will take those gringos down!"
"Don't you mean Jackie, Paco?" Viper turned to her companion.
"What do you mean? El Toro is numero uno!" replied Paco as he rose up an index finger as his bound body could.
Viper stared skeptically. "Jackie and I beg to differ."
"El Toro."
"Jackie."
"El Toro."
"Jackie."
"El Toro."
"Jackie."
"El Toro."
"Please...stop. Let's just presume BOTH will save the day. Deal, kid?"
"Deal..." Paco acquiesced. "I know! Let's play 20 questions!"
Viper shut her eyes wearily. "Is the answer `Jade'?"
Paco frowned. "How did you ever guess?"
"Third time, kid. Third time."
"Oh, wait! Tic-Tac-Toe!"
"TIC-TAC-TOE?" Viper spoke perplexed.
"Si! I'll be Tic, you'll be Tac, and...oh, no. There's no one else to play Toe! Oh, WHY did it had to be us two?!"
"When was the last time you played this game, Paco?"
"Never. There's a first time for everything!"
"Woo-pee..."
Click!
Kenzo turned off the device and could've thrown it down, but it was far too exceptional to just waste it on the floor. He instead resorted to the KBR launcher, checking it for any impurities. The wendigo had watched the device too, though it didn't take the footage that bitterly. It relaxed and actually sat on the ground, until Kenzo threw the bouncing ball back in its direction, of which it resorted to childish satisfaction.
"I've got your angle, Chan-Man," murmured Kenzo. "If you do make it here, your friends won't."
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"What is the meaning of this?!" shouted Uncle as Kepler brought his laptop and electronic peripherals into the antique shop, followed by Jackie, Jade, El Toro, Tohru, and Mama Tohru.
"The sentiment is mutual", sighed Kepler, as he plugged in his technology. "This is assuredly an initial period in my existence; I must tolerate 168 hours sans the necessary assets."
Uncle's face froze, and then narrowed. "What are you talking about?!"
"Dr. Kepler will be working here, for one week without pay. It will be the first time for him," explained Jackie.
"Why is he in the shop? Don't you know who he is? A rock scientist!"
Jackie sighed. "That's rocket scientist." Whap! "Ow!"
"Are you my nephew, yes?" spoke the mad Uncle. "Then stay on my side!" he barked.
"I should dislodge this gratuitous plug," Kepler observed as he glanced upon the ever-essential sockets. "Contrarily, I will be incapable of activating the X-3 Com module." He pulled off a plug, and instantly the room storing the mystical Chi knowledge lost its luster.
"Don't shut it off...Don't shut it off!" yelled Uncle, his arms flailing desperately.
"Uncle, calm down," spoke Jackie. "He is doing the right-BWAH!"
Upon the pull of the plug, the room swarmed with small, black critters skittering from every thin gap between the books. Now it looked like a giant shadow had dominated the bookshelf, but of course it was no shadow.
Jackie Chan, El Toro Fuerte, Kepler, Mama Tohru and Tohru stood there, jaws dropped, eyes focusing aghast on the sight before them. Jade held her mouth and ran off to the restroom, but since her stomach could take so much, she went to the kitchen instead. Uncle just grabbed a flashlight and began swinging the luminous commodity across the bookshelf, forcing the critters to escape back into the gaps.
"Go away, little demons! You are not welcome at Uncle's Rare Finds!"
"This is undoubtedly degrading," spoke up Kepler, turning to his new higher-up. "Chan, it is preferable that we proceed to your tenement. Apartment, if you will."
"I...I will have to agree." Jackie said, backing away from the shop. "Um, Uncle, good luck stopping the little demons," he feigned a smile. "Kepler and I have decided not to invade on your privacy."
"Privacy!?" shouted Jade, one hand still holding her chest. "Why think of privacy when roaches look wherever you go? Bleh!" She followed the departing doctor and archaeologist.
"Hah!" said Mama Tohru, pointing a bitter finger at Uncle. "I knew you hadn't cleaned the roach motel."
"Like I said," threatened Uncle, "only roach I want to stop stands in my way!" He grabbed the broom and directed it towards her as if to score a desirable mark.
"Tohru, my boy!" she screeched. "Help me! Billy goat must've used broom to smash other roaches!"
Mama Tohru immediately jumped onto her giant son's lap. Tohru actually sweated at Uncle's uninviting posture with the broom. He turned to El Toro Fuerte in unfamiliar hysteria. "El Toro, please help. I can't move the wheelchair when my mom's on me!"
"Can you not move your mother off of you?" queried the luchadore in calmness.
"I am frozen in fear", replied Tohru. "I have never seen sensei clean that broom!"
El Toro sighed in exasperation. "Alright, Senor." He went behind Tohru to latch the hoisting bars of the handicap accessory, pulling Tohru and his mother to safety.
"By the way, Uncle of Jackie", resolved El Toro as he was taking his leave, "You do not have to worry. As long as the shop's full of cucarachas, there is no need for the fiesta to take place here. Adios!" El Toro still had the sincerity to wave a thick hand to the shopkeeper.
"Urrr! Come back for a piece of Uncle!" raged Uncle as he chased the trio out of the shop. El Toro was immensely fast for 400 pounds. He and the Tohrus were out of the horizon in a record speed that even rivaled Jade on a scooter.
Uncle stood there in the doorway, gasping for breath, before clamoring one final cheap shot, hopefully one his companions listened to. "Well...wheeze, least now I know...gasp... thieves and roaches work together!"
To Be Continued.....
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A/N: IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! This message is being brought to you from "Extremo-Vision; if it's not extreme, then I'm not doing my job." Anyways, I've noticed "Jackie Chan Adventures" is ending their second season, but I'll be off to Las Vegas, site of the legendary WWF 2/3 Falls Match last year. This means that I won't be able to watch it or update my series "Life Before the Party" for several days. For those who haven't seen "Demon World, Part 1", don't read the following. But to those who have, here goes; I AM MAKING A BET concerning the final episode of the second season. If my intuition is correct, I won't have to do anything outside of my norms. But if I am wrong, I'll have to write a lemon! That's right, that less-than-squeaky-clean fic I swore never to ever do, for my favorite series!
So here's my prediction for the season finale.
Drumroll please. Badda badda badda badda badda...
And I predict...
That the Book of Ages will be used against the Demons so they never messed with the Chans in the first place! They will be out of here, for good!
I'll be back on Sunday, so please forward your replies to [1]zatoshiro1@juno.com whether I won or lost, or send them along with the review of my latest chapter. This is the Extremo Luchadore, signing off!
References
1. mailto:zatoshiro1@juno.com
Chapter VII: Insurgence
Kenzo Yokanawa and the Wendigo made their way into a dimly lit room, where another man had awaited their arrival. Kenzo was diligently wiping the dust off his precious purple tuxedo, entrusting his bestial ally to play around with a ball that bounced as its bony hands whacked it right and left. He could finally savor the moment, the moment that should've been his over a year ago.
Their superior was inching closer to them, ever so silently.
"Bow down", Kenzo addressed to the Wendigo, without actually sending it eye contact.
The wendigo continued its little farce with the sphere.
Kenzo rolled his eyes over and snatched the ball in midair. The wendigo growled, baring its gleaming canines as if ready to prey upon the ex-mobster.
"You're wasting our time, both of us", spoke Kenzo in an impatient, but not angry, tone, considering he was the meekest of his infamous bloodline. "Let's get the rewards over with."
"The rewards, I'm afraid, won't be in our grasps anytime soon," grumbled the superior, who kept himself from the lonely light bulb suspended above. "Time already has been wasted. The talisman's powers failed to accomplish the desired objective."
Kenzo grimaced, and uneasily rubbed his left palm onto his right fist. "Why don't you come closer to the light, mister? We already know what you look like."
"My eyes can't take so much light," retorted the superior, staying where he stood. "Back to the subject; it is preposterous that of all the tools we can acquire, even this potent magic has its limits."
"Sigh. So what more do we do?" spoke Kenzo in disappointment.
"Not we. I. I will inquire further on what we have. You could, of course, depart. There is nothing more required of you or our demented friend. But if you leave, what is to be earned from your efforts?"
Kenzo was mad, but contained any sense to strike upon the superior, because he knew this one had a superior of his own. "Don't any of you understand? We don't have to put up with this charade. I know I can sneak into those rewards if given both your help." The wendigo turned to Kenzo, and nodded in agreement.
"I can not risk that," spoke the superior, bowing his own head down. "Do you not recall how our Higher Order was able to grant our first wishes? The Order stands to the likes of which I have never seen or heard."
"Or smelled. Sure, this Higher `Odor' gave us what we bargained for on the onset. But now I doubt that can ever happen again. Besides..." Kenzo turned to a square vault on the far side of the room, "already two have sneaked in, and Snowball and I had to stop them before they could stop the `Odor'."
"A rare mishap, I presume," defended the superior. "But answer me this other question. Has Section 13 been destroyed, as you were told?"
Kenzo gulped, and rearranged his glasses. "W-Well, the building pretty much is gone, but at least one of the witnesses could not be stopped."
"Who?!"
"His name is Jackie Chan, a China-man living in San Francisco. He stopped my family's crime spree, freed me from the workings of those fools, heh-heh. Don't worry, though. As long as we stay out of the ole U.S. of A., I doubt he'll even reach here."
"Don't be sure of that", snapped the superior. "One of our captives keeps mentioning a `Jackie Chan' in her sentences, whilst the other indicates a friend of Chan's."
Kenzo's eyes rose, and then slit. "Just how many people know this guy?!" he asked in disbelief.
The superior pulled a device off his pocket and slid it across the table. "Here is your justification. I am expected to rectify the prime objective now. But be aware, for Jackie Chan won't be far." The superior disappeared into the black void.
Kenzo stared at the void, as did the wendigo, until the ex-mobster turned his attention to the LCD device, of which he pushed the "on" button. The screen loaded an image of the two people locked within the vault. The captives were not aware that the ceiling was tinted so a large camera could keep track of their every word. One of them was a slender African-American woman in her mid-twenties, and her partner was an audibly non-stop boy who, despite the distressful situation, was very optimistic. A rope connected to the ceiling bound both from escape. It was no wonder that the most they could do was talk.
"How does it look on your side?" asked the boy, after very brief silence.
"Very boring. The usual, kid. Maybe we should play another game. If we manage to live that long," Viper spoke, staring at the ceiling.
"No problemo, senorita. We will live," beamed Paco, "because El Toro Fuerte will take those gringos down!"
"Don't you mean Jackie, Paco?" Viper turned to her companion.
"What do you mean? El Toro is numero uno!" replied Paco as he rose up an index finger as his bound body could.
Viper stared skeptically. "Jackie and I beg to differ."
"El Toro."
"Jackie."
"El Toro."
"Jackie."
"El Toro."
"Jackie."
"El Toro."
"Please...stop. Let's just presume BOTH will save the day. Deal, kid?"
"Deal..." Paco acquiesced. "I know! Let's play 20 questions!"
Viper shut her eyes wearily. "Is the answer `Jade'?"
Paco frowned. "How did you ever guess?"
"Third time, kid. Third time."
"Oh, wait! Tic-Tac-Toe!"
"TIC-TAC-TOE?" Viper spoke perplexed.
"Si! I'll be Tic, you'll be Tac, and...oh, no. There's no one else to play Toe! Oh, WHY did it had to be us two?!"
"When was the last time you played this game, Paco?"
"Never. There's a first time for everything!"
"Woo-pee..."
Click!
Kenzo turned off the device and could've thrown it down, but it was far too exceptional to just waste it on the floor. He instead resorted to the KBR launcher, checking it for any impurities. The wendigo had watched the device too, though it didn't take the footage that bitterly. It relaxed and actually sat on the ground, until Kenzo threw the bouncing ball back in its direction, of which it resorted to childish satisfaction.
"I've got your angle, Chan-Man," murmured Kenzo. "If you do make it here, your friends won't."
************************************************************************
"What is the meaning of this?!" shouted Uncle as Kepler brought his laptop and electronic peripherals into the antique shop, followed by Jackie, Jade, El Toro, Tohru, and Mama Tohru.
"The sentiment is mutual", sighed Kepler, as he plugged in his technology. "This is assuredly an initial period in my existence; I must tolerate 168 hours sans the necessary assets."
Uncle's face froze, and then narrowed. "What are you talking about?!"
"Dr. Kepler will be working here, for one week without pay. It will be the first time for him," explained Jackie.
"Why is he in the shop? Don't you know who he is? A rock scientist!"
Jackie sighed. "That's rocket scientist." Whap! "Ow!"
"Are you my nephew, yes?" spoke the mad Uncle. "Then stay on my side!" he barked.
"I should dislodge this gratuitous plug," Kepler observed as he glanced upon the ever-essential sockets. "Contrarily, I will be incapable of activating the X-3 Com module." He pulled off a plug, and instantly the room storing the mystical Chi knowledge lost its luster.
"Don't shut it off...Don't shut it off!" yelled Uncle, his arms flailing desperately.
"Uncle, calm down," spoke Jackie. "He is doing the right-BWAH!"
Upon the pull of the plug, the room swarmed with small, black critters skittering from every thin gap between the books. Now it looked like a giant shadow had dominated the bookshelf, but of course it was no shadow.
Jackie Chan, El Toro Fuerte, Kepler, Mama Tohru and Tohru stood there, jaws dropped, eyes focusing aghast on the sight before them. Jade held her mouth and ran off to the restroom, but since her stomach could take so much, she went to the kitchen instead. Uncle just grabbed a flashlight and began swinging the luminous commodity across the bookshelf, forcing the critters to escape back into the gaps.
"Go away, little demons! You are not welcome at Uncle's Rare Finds!"
"This is undoubtedly degrading," spoke up Kepler, turning to his new higher-up. "Chan, it is preferable that we proceed to your tenement. Apartment, if you will."
"I...I will have to agree." Jackie said, backing away from the shop. "Um, Uncle, good luck stopping the little demons," he feigned a smile. "Kepler and I have decided not to invade on your privacy."
"Privacy!?" shouted Jade, one hand still holding her chest. "Why think of privacy when roaches look wherever you go? Bleh!" She followed the departing doctor and archaeologist.
"Hah!" said Mama Tohru, pointing a bitter finger at Uncle. "I knew you hadn't cleaned the roach motel."
"Like I said," threatened Uncle, "only roach I want to stop stands in my way!" He grabbed the broom and directed it towards her as if to score a desirable mark.
"Tohru, my boy!" she screeched. "Help me! Billy goat must've used broom to smash other roaches!"
Mama Tohru immediately jumped onto her giant son's lap. Tohru actually sweated at Uncle's uninviting posture with the broom. He turned to El Toro Fuerte in unfamiliar hysteria. "El Toro, please help. I can't move the wheelchair when my mom's on me!"
"Can you not move your mother off of you?" queried the luchadore in calmness.
"I am frozen in fear", replied Tohru. "I have never seen sensei clean that broom!"
El Toro sighed in exasperation. "Alright, Senor." He went behind Tohru to latch the hoisting bars of the handicap accessory, pulling Tohru and his mother to safety.
"By the way, Uncle of Jackie", resolved El Toro as he was taking his leave, "You do not have to worry. As long as the shop's full of cucarachas, there is no need for the fiesta to take place here. Adios!" El Toro still had the sincerity to wave a thick hand to the shopkeeper.
"Urrr! Come back for a piece of Uncle!" raged Uncle as he chased the trio out of the shop. El Toro was immensely fast for 400 pounds. He and the Tohrus were out of the horizon in a record speed that even rivaled Jade on a scooter.
Uncle stood there in the doorway, gasping for breath, before clamoring one final cheap shot, hopefully one his companions listened to. "Well...wheeze, least now I know...gasp... thieves and roaches work together!"
To Be Continued.....
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A/N: IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT! This message is being brought to you from "Extremo-Vision; if it's not extreme, then I'm not doing my job." Anyways, I've noticed "Jackie Chan Adventures" is ending their second season, but I'll be off to Las Vegas, site of the legendary WWF 2/3 Falls Match last year. This means that I won't be able to watch it or update my series "Life Before the Party" for several days. For those who haven't seen "Demon World, Part 1", don't read the following. But to those who have, here goes; I AM MAKING A BET concerning the final episode of the second season. If my intuition is correct, I won't have to do anything outside of my norms. But if I am wrong, I'll have to write a lemon! That's right, that less-than-squeaky-clean fic I swore never to ever do, for my favorite series!
So here's my prediction for the season finale.
Drumroll please. Badda badda badda badda badda...
And I predict...
That the Book of Ages will be used against the Demons so they never messed with the Chans in the first place! They will be out of here, for good!
I'll be back on Sunday, so please forward your replies to [1]zatoshiro1@juno.com whether I won or lost, or send them along with the review of my latest chapter. This is the Extremo Luchadore, signing off!
References
1. mailto:zatoshiro1@juno.com