Me: Kudos:
Windflame- Me: I am? Cool! And Yakumo might be in this. The boys probably won't.
M.S.K- Me: You do? Good!
Golden angel- Me: you won't have to wait any longer.
Lilic angel- Me: You like golden! ^o^!
Me: On with the story!
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"How long have you been trapped here?" Sylva sighed as the enterran shrugged. She touched the glass, and he placed his hand on the other side.
"Sylva? What's going on?" Calico gasped as her younger sister touched the glass tank. She knocked her out the way, breaking her contact with Black Mushrambo. He silently bristled as the first girl to come near him in years was shoved away. Sylva gave her sister the finger, as she climbed to her feet.
"What're you up to?!" Calico yelled as a fire shined in her eyes. Sylva refused to back down, as a tornado seemed to swirl in her own.
"What does it matter to you? I'm not a child, Cal! I can make some decisions for myself, you know."
"Both of you stop it!" Rain had overheard, and she was not impressed. Floods flashed through her sea green orbs. Sylva recognised the warning signs; her sister's stiffness, the way her back arched slightly; Rain was frustrated. Majorly annoyed, in other words. Calico growled and stomped up top or some fresh air, as she put it. Soon yells of pain drifted down. Sylva suddenly dropped down, working on how to break the tanks so they would explode, but outwards, away from the six inside them. Crack! She glanced up, only to have a drop of liquid drop on her nose. There was a crack in the glass. And she hadn't caused it.
"Black, did you do that? Cos I sure as hell didn't." He smirked. Rain was now positively raging.
"I'm going to kill that enterran! He's not supposed to destroy the tank! I am!" Sylva couldn't help it.
"Hmhm, hmhm." Rain glared at her, but she didn't notice.
"Heheh. Heheheh..." Rain glared harder. Sylva suddenly burst out laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAA!" After another few minutes, Sylva finally managed to splutter out,
"You want to destroy the tank, or Black? One or the other, not both. And I want Black." Rain sulked. She pouted, but her older sister wasn't swayed by it.
"Okay, I'll take the tank. But he still has to do something for me, because I wanted to blow up the tank. In fact, I just..." Sylva whispered to Black,
"Ignore her. She is going to ramble on and on for two hours straight now. I'll blow the tank up." She twisted her hair around her finger, as she pulled it away there was a ghostly substance clinging to it, but it seemed to swirl around her finger. Sylva carefully aimed at the side where all the tubes and wires were, then blasted it. Suddenly, alarms went off, and she couldn't see anything. Until some one turned the things off, anyway. She could make out a winged figure standing in the hallway, but that was it. 'Hold on a second.' She thought. 'Bat wings, who do I know that has bat wings? OH CRAP!' She squealed in her language, sending shivers down Black's spine, and making the figure cringe, with his hands over his ears. Her sisters dashed out, and the figure's blurred image was becoming clearer now her eyes were recovering from the light given off by the alarms. Evil Mushrambo, dangerous, and now slightly annoyed. Black had only seen him a few times, and now, he was even more impressive. Sylva was now holding a ball of pure, blue swirling air. Evil Mushrambo lunged at her. Black felt a strange emotion running through his veins, and the others must have noticed it, as he walked to stand next to Sylva, the other forms in their tanks backed away, so they were up against the back of the glass prisons.
"Sylva, Sylva, Sylva. I never thought that you would associate yourself with Black Mushrambo, since you're pure light, and him? He's pure darkness." Sylva muttered something along the lines of "stupid baka." Before answering back,
"Wrong again! I'm a neutral. I'm not light or dark. So nyah!!" Evil Mushrambo grabbed her and shoved her up against the wall. He had just drawn a sword that was almost as long as he was tall, when Azura called out cheekily,
"Hey! That's not a sword! That's a baby's butter knife!" Evil's eyes glowed purple in the hall. He dropped Sylva, who scrambled away to Black, and then advanced on the youngest. Holding a short sword made of leaves behind her, Azura walked backwards towards Golden Mushrambo's tank. The enterran Lord followed her. Suddenly, she leaned back and swiped at the tank with the razor sharp sword. She was rewarded with a loud smash, and liquid pouring around her bare feet. A deep growl made her smirk.
"Evil Mushrambo, you harm her and I'll kill you." Standing behind Azura, holding the Reversion Blade was Golden. The sword was suddenly dropped, as she was surprised by her sisters. Dana had slipped over to a Dark Mushrambo, and hit the glass. It smashed almost instantly. Dark looked at her, confused, but was silent. She banged her head against the wall.
"No! Why did I have to get the mute?! Why, why dear god, why?" He scowled. He wasn't mute. Where as the others would often willingly hold a conversation with someone, something had happened to him that made him not want to talk.
"I am not a mute. Never was, never will be." She stopped banging her head. A smash made her turn quickly; gasping as she saw Sylva knocked out cold, next a very badly damaged tank. Black was kneeling next to her, lifting her out the broken shards of glass. Every time she was moved, Sylva winced slightly. Her eyes flicked open, glowing bright silver. A sphere of energy surrounded her, and when it faded she was holding a bow, a quiver of arrows over her shoulder, and a dagger belt around her slim waist. Two feathery wings folded out of her back, twisting to loosen the muscles.
"I'm fine, Black, really. I think Evil Mushrambo needs a lesson in fighting." She flew down the hall, two daggers clasped firmly in her hands. Evil sneered, and took to the air. Sylva flew out the cramped basement. One advantage she had was her size. Being lighter and smaller, she needed smaller wings.
Back in the lab, Rain had stepped up to a majestic looking white one, who looked a little older than the rest. She short-circuited the controls, making them overload and blow the system. His tank cracked, then shattered. Liquid ran all over the place. She grinned. Her sisters gasped. She turned to them and gestured with her hand at the broken control panel.
"See what being the water mistress can do?"
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Me: R&R! Please???????
Windflame- Me: I am? Cool! And Yakumo might be in this. The boys probably won't.
M.S.K- Me: You do? Good!
Golden angel- Me: you won't have to wait any longer.
Lilic angel- Me: You like golden! ^o^!
Me: On with the story!
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"How long have you been trapped here?" Sylva sighed as the enterran shrugged. She touched the glass, and he placed his hand on the other side.
"Sylva? What's going on?" Calico gasped as her younger sister touched the glass tank. She knocked her out the way, breaking her contact with Black Mushrambo. He silently bristled as the first girl to come near him in years was shoved away. Sylva gave her sister the finger, as she climbed to her feet.
"What're you up to?!" Calico yelled as a fire shined in her eyes. Sylva refused to back down, as a tornado seemed to swirl in her own.
"What does it matter to you? I'm not a child, Cal! I can make some decisions for myself, you know."
"Both of you stop it!" Rain had overheard, and she was not impressed. Floods flashed through her sea green orbs. Sylva recognised the warning signs; her sister's stiffness, the way her back arched slightly; Rain was frustrated. Majorly annoyed, in other words. Calico growled and stomped up top or some fresh air, as she put it. Soon yells of pain drifted down. Sylva suddenly dropped down, working on how to break the tanks so they would explode, but outwards, away from the six inside them. Crack! She glanced up, only to have a drop of liquid drop on her nose. There was a crack in the glass. And she hadn't caused it.
"Black, did you do that? Cos I sure as hell didn't." He smirked. Rain was now positively raging.
"I'm going to kill that enterran! He's not supposed to destroy the tank! I am!" Sylva couldn't help it.
"Hmhm, hmhm." Rain glared at her, but she didn't notice.
"Heheh. Heheheh..." Rain glared harder. Sylva suddenly burst out laughing.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAA!" After another few minutes, Sylva finally managed to splutter out,
"You want to destroy the tank, or Black? One or the other, not both. And I want Black." Rain sulked. She pouted, but her older sister wasn't swayed by it.
"Okay, I'll take the tank. But he still has to do something for me, because I wanted to blow up the tank. In fact, I just..." Sylva whispered to Black,
"Ignore her. She is going to ramble on and on for two hours straight now. I'll blow the tank up." She twisted her hair around her finger, as she pulled it away there was a ghostly substance clinging to it, but it seemed to swirl around her finger. Sylva carefully aimed at the side where all the tubes and wires were, then blasted it. Suddenly, alarms went off, and she couldn't see anything. Until some one turned the things off, anyway. She could make out a winged figure standing in the hallway, but that was it. 'Hold on a second.' She thought. 'Bat wings, who do I know that has bat wings? OH CRAP!' She squealed in her language, sending shivers down Black's spine, and making the figure cringe, with his hands over his ears. Her sisters dashed out, and the figure's blurred image was becoming clearer now her eyes were recovering from the light given off by the alarms. Evil Mushrambo, dangerous, and now slightly annoyed. Black had only seen him a few times, and now, he was even more impressive. Sylva was now holding a ball of pure, blue swirling air. Evil Mushrambo lunged at her. Black felt a strange emotion running through his veins, and the others must have noticed it, as he walked to stand next to Sylva, the other forms in their tanks backed away, so they were up against the back of the glass prisons.
"Sylva, Sylva, Sylva. I never thought that you would associate yourself with Black Mushrambo, since you're pure light, and him? He's pure darkness." Sylva muttered something along the lines of "stupid baka." Before answering back,
"Wrong again! I'm a neutral. I'm not light or dark. So nyah!!" Evil Mushrambo grabbed her and shoved her up against the wall. He had just drawn a sword that was almost as long as he was tall, when Azura called out cheekily,
"Hey! That's not a sword! That's a baby's butter knife!" Evil's eyes glowed purple in the hall. He dropped Sylva, who scrambled away to Black, and then advanced on the youngest. Holding a short sword made of leaves behind her, Azura walked backwards towards Golden Mushrambo's tank. The enterran Lord followed her. Suddenly, she leaned back and swiped at the tank with the razor sharp sword. She was rewarded with a loud smash, and liquid pouring around her bare feet. A deep growl made her smirk.
"Evil Mushrambo, you harm her and I'll kill you." Standing behind Azura, holding the Reversion Blade was Golden. The sword was suddenly dropped, as she was surprised by her sisters. Dana had slipped over to a Dark Mushrambo, and hit the glass. It smashed almost instantly. Dark looked at her, confused, but was silent. She banged her head against the wall.
"No! Why did I have to get the mute?! Why, why dear god, why?" He scowled. He wasn't mute. Where as the others would often willingly hold a conversation with someone, something had happened to him that made him not want to talk.
"I am not a mute. Never was, never will be." She stopped banging her head. A smash made her turn quickly; gasping as she saw Sylva knocked out cold, next a very badly damaged tank. Black was kneeling next to her, lifting her out the broken shards of glass. Every time she was moved, Sylva winced slightly. Her eyes flicked open, glowing bright silver. A sphere of energy surrounded her, and when it faded she was holding a bow, a quiver of arrows over her shoulder, and a dagger belt around her slim waist. Two feathery wings folded out of her back, twisting to loosen the muscles.
"I'm fine, Black, really. I think Evil Mushrambo needs a lesson in fighting." She flew down the hall, two daggers clasped firmly in her hands. Evil sneered, and took to the air. Sylva flew out the cramped basement. One advantage she had was her size. Being lighter and smaller, she needed smaller wings.
Back in the lab, Rain had stepped up to a majestic looking white one, who looked a little older than the rest. She short-circuited the controls, making them overload and blow the system. His tank cracked, then shattered. Liquid ran all over the place. She grinned. Her sisters gasped. She turned to them and gestured with her hand at the broken control panel.
"See what being the water mistress can do?"
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Me: R&R! Please???????