Sorry the last chapter was so short, I ran into a case of writer's block...
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As they drove through Downtown Central City, Ghost and Agents Brown and Elle made keen observations regarding the 70's virus' effect on the City's various residents. It appeared that the currently unconscious Niobe's proposal that the whole City had been "time-warped" was correct: none of the humans and very few of the "retired" programs appeared to notice that there was anything unusual with their dress and slang ("working" programs would not have been seen, and they must have been running smoothly since neither Agent commented them).
"Yo, dig it!" called a former plant program to his friend, "I got some bread from this cat downtown!" "Groooovy!" said the second plant program, "What's this cat's name?" "Eh, Fluffy, or Fifi, or something... the dude wore a collar with a eeney-weeney bell!" "Right on!" Elle looked perplexed. "Ghost... those do not appear to be rose bushes..." Ghost looked at the two programs; indeed, both of them were standing in a little park that used to be filled with roses but was now filled with... "Uh, they're just weeds, Agent Elle." Fortunately for the two brainwashed programs Elle had gotten distracted by her partner's shouting.
"My eyes, my eyes!" groaned Agent Brown as they passed the umpteenth man clad in unnervingly short shorts. "Hey, at least you can just scrub out your memory banks," muttered Ghost, "We humans are stuck with our memories." "Well, give us a minute and we can fix that!" said Agent Elle in a disarmingly cheerful voice. "Er... that's ok, Agent Elle..." Ghost was not sure whether the Agent had been joking or not and he had the uncomfortable feeling that she wasn't. They drove on, disco music filling the awkward silence until Agent Brown couldn't stand it anymore and shot the radio.
About halfway to the Café La Vrai, Niobe regained consciousness and immediately tried to throttle Agent Elle for knocking her unconscious just as she was getting into a good yelling groove. "But my rant was so perfect! If it really was the 70s, I could have gotten all those people behind the causes!" Agent Elle rolled her eyes. "Please. If I hadn't knocked you unconscious the police would have arrested you and your little 'fro too." The two started squabbling while Agent Brown managed to repair the car's radio, and by the time they reached the parking garage underneath the hotel where the Café was situated, blows were exchanged, apologies were given, and "Born to be Wild" was blasting from the speakers.
Fifteen minutes later, Agent Brown (who had somehow gotten his leisure suit to be a repulsive sort of olive drab/navy), Agent Elle (wearing her own black suit again), Niobe (armed and dangerous), and Ghost (also, um, armed and dangerous) were only a few paces away from the entrance of Café La Vrai when they were met with excessively fringed resistance. "Er...We wish to speak to the Merovingian and/or Persephone," said Niobe in a commanding voice. To their surprise, the three goons looked relived.
"Thank the maker you're here!" gasped Miro, who was now hopelessly (and embarrassingly) tangled up in multi-colored fringe, with One attached to her right arm and waist and Two somehow caught *upside-down* to her left leg. "Please tell us you've come up with--" "Some sort of plan to get rid of the virus?" said One and Two pleadingly.
This was *so* very not good. "You mean you don't know how to get rid of it!?" snapped Agent Elle as she pulled out a silver shuriken (ninja star) to cut the three apart; they were so pitiful-looking that she had to do *something.* "No... There was sort of an accident-" (Two snickered) "-shut up! Anyway, this virus was an accident, and I don't know if even our master knows how to get rid of it." "Do you know the extent of the damage?" asked One after being freed from Miro's torso (not that he minded; what Miro didn't know was that One had a crush on her too!) by Agent Elle. "As far as we know, only the City is affected; we have not heard anything from other sectors," said Agent Brown, conscious of his dreadful attire which was no longer any sort of pleasant color. In face, it was so awful that having been freed from his jacket One offered his purple leather pimp-daddy duster to the embarrassed Agent, who only too gladly accepted.
After being extricated from her crush and his brother (who were both snickering at the sight of Agent Brown wearing the rich purple jacket over the hideous orange-avocado-lime colored leisure suit), Miro asked Niobe, "So what do you suppose we do about it?"
"I WILL TELLYOU WHAT WE WILL BE DOING ABOUT IT!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF PURE MOUNTAIN SPARKLING GREEN CODE ARE MY MINIONS DOING FRATERNIZING WITH THESE FOOLS?!"
It was The Merovingian. And boy did he look PO'd....
2 B Continued!
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As they drove through Downtown Central City, Ghost and Agents Brown and Elle made keen observations regarding the 70's virus' effect on the City's various residents. It appeared that the currently unconscious Niobe's proposal that the whole City had been "time-warped" was correct: none of the humans and very few of the "retired" programs appeared to notice that there was anything unusual with their dress and slang ("working" programs would not have been seen, and they must have been running smoothly since neither Agent commented them).
"Yo, dig it!" called a former plant program to his friend, "I got some bread from this cat downtown!" "Groooovy!" said the second plant program, "What's this cat's name?" "Eh, Fluffy, or Fifi, or something... the dude wore a collar with a eeney-weeney bell!" "Right on!" Elle looked perplexed. "Ghost... those do not appear to be rose bushes..." Ghost looked at the two programs; indeed, both of them were standing in a little park that used to be filled with roses but was now filled with... "Uh, they're just weeds, Agent Elle." Fortunately for the two brainwashed programs Elle had gotten distracted by her partner's shouting.
"My eyes, my eyes!" groaned Agent Brown as they passed the umpteenth man clad in unnervingly short shorts. "Hey, at least you can just scrub out your memory banks," muttered Ghost, "We humans are stuck with our memories." "Well, give us a minute and we can fix that!" said Agent Elle in a disarmingly cheerful voice. "Er... that's ok, Agent Elle..." Ghost was not sure whether the Agent had been joking or not and he had the uncomfortable feeling that she wasn't. They drove on, disco music filling the awkward silence until Agent Brown couldn't stand it anymore and shot the radio.
About halfway to the Café La Vrai, Niobe regained consciousness and immediately tried to throttle Agent Elle for knocking her unconscious just as she was getting into a good yelling groove. "But my rant was so perfect! If it really was the 70s, I could have gotten all those people behind the causes!" Agent Elle rolled her eyes. "Please. If I hadn't knocked you unconscious the police would have arrested you and your little 'fro too." The two started squabbling while Agent Brown managed to repair the car's radio, and by the time they reached the parking garage underneath the hotel where the Café was situated, blows were exchanged, apologies were given, and "Born to be Wild" was blasting from the speakers.
Fifteen minutes later, Agent Brown (who had somehow gotten his leisure suit to be a repulsive sort of olive drab/navy), Agent Elle (wearing her own black suit again), Niobe (armed and dangerous), and Ghost (also, um, armed and dangerous) were only a few paces away from the entrance of Café La Vrai when they were met with excessively fringed resistance. "Er...We wish to speak to the Merovingian and/or Persephone," said Niobe in a commanding voice. To their surprise, the three goons looked relived.
"Thank the maker you're here!" gasped Miro, who was now hopelessly (and embarrassingly) tangled up in multi-colored fringe, with One attached to her right arm and waist and Two somehow caught *upside-down* to her left leg. "Please tell us you've come up with--" "Some sort of plan to get rid of the virus?" said One and Two pleadingly.
This was *so* very not good. "You mean you don't know how to get rid of it!?" snapped Agent Elle as she pulled out a silver shuriken (ninja star) to cut the three apart; they were so pitiful-looking that she had to do *something.* "No... There was sort of an accident-" (Two snickered) "-shut up! Anyway, this virus was an accident, and I don't know if even our master knows how to get rid of it." "Do you know the extent of the damage?" asked One after being freed from Miro's torso (not that he minded; what Miro didn't know was that One had a crush on her too!) by Agent Elle. "As far as we know, only the City is affected; we have not heard anything from other sectors," said Agent Brown, conscious of his dreadful attire which was no longer any sort of pleasant color. In face, it was so awful that having been freed from his jacket One offered his purple leather pimp-daddy duster to the embarrassed Agent, who only too gladly accepted.
After being extricated from her crush and his brother (who were both snickering at the sight of Agent Brown wearing the rich purple jacket over the hideous orange-avocado-lime colored leisure suit), Miro asked Niobe, "So what do you suppose we do about it?"
"I WILL TELLYOU WHAT WE WILL BE DOING ABOUT IT!! WHAT IN THE NAME OF PURE MOUNTAIN SPARKLING GREEN CODE ARE MY MINIONS DOING FRATERNIZING WITH THESE FOOLS?!"
It was The Merovingian. And boy did he look PO'd....
2 B Continued!