The sheer insanity (not to mention pain) of being folded up was enough to
invoke Yami's fury, but being rubbed against a tree repeatedly...!
"I summon..." He paused. Did he even have his cards? A quick search showed that no, he didn't.
"Joey, help me out here!"
"Wha-?"
"Just give me your cards!" Yami snatched the deck away, in no mood to be patient, and flipped through. "Here, here, summon the Flame Swordsman."
"Summon?"
By now, Yami was thoroughly exasperated. "Who has my CARDS?!?"
"Cards?" Aragorn waved Yami's deck at him. "These?"
"Give them back!!!"
"I don't think so. You're being mean."
"...What?"
~*~
Meanwhile, a few feet behind them, Shadi found himself in a major predicament. Since he hadn't finished rising out of the ground when the Eye transported them, only half of his body was there. That was extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't like there was anything he could do, either, except wave his arms about. Well, he could probably have done the Macarena©, though the jumping part would have been a bit difficult.
So thinking, the stoic Egyptian began to hum.
~*~
Yami had finally wrestled his cards back, and was sitting on Aragorn's chest. He was surprisingly heavy for a paper-thin person, and had only managed to get his deck back with the help of Seto, Joey, Tristan, Tea, basically all the "flat" people, minus the dancing Shadi.
He now thumbed through his own deck, smiling, stroking it, and murmuring, "My precious..." Being in Middle Earth tended to do that to people.
Finally stopping on one card, he help it up. "I summon the Giant Soldier of Stone!"
A random person popped out of the trees. "Witch!" He pointed an accusing finger at Yami. "Magic! Sorcery!"
Yami stared at the person. "Which rock have you been living under?" He knocked the guy out with a random stick.
A few moments later, the giant soldier, the Mystical Elf, and the Celtic Guardian had all been summoned.
Legolas came running up. "My brethren!" he cried, instantly recognizing the Mystical Elf for the elf she was. ("What am I? Chopped liver?" The Celtic Guardian asked.) "We offer no harm! Come peacefully, lest you are upon the side of the enemy..." he added, his face falling into a suspicious mask.
The Mystical Elf paid Legolas no heed, merely marched past him. Legolas watched her pass by, slightly hurt. He opened his mouth to call again, but was interrupted when the Celtic Guardian pushed him over.
"Hey!" He cried, then toppled over into the mud. "Oh no! My hair!" He screamed, his hands grappling at the mud-soaked ends of his hair.
"That's MY line!" Yami screamed, completely beyond infuriated now.
The Mystical Elf and her companions marched towards Boromir, who was attempting to hide behind the hobbits. His cover was blown, however, when the hobbits squealed in unison and scattered. "Thanks a lot!" He yelled after their miniature retreating backs. Then he looked back at the card- beasts, who had stopped right in front of him. Boromir gulped.
~*~
"Right arm. Left arm. Right arm. Left arm. Clap. Jump!"
~*~
Right, this chapter is a bit short. Next chapter should be out soon!
"I summon..." He paused. Did he even have his cards? A quick search showed that no, he didn't.
"Joey, help me out here!"
"Wha-?"
"Just give me your cards!" Yami snatched the deck away, in no mood to be patient, and flipped through. "Here, here, summon the Flame Swordsman."
"Summon?"
By now, Yami was thoroughly exasperated. "Who has my CARDS?!?"
"Cards?" Aragorn waved Yami's deck at him. "These?"
"Give them back!!!"
"I don't think so. You're being mean."
"...What?"
~*~
Meanwhile, a few feet behind them, Shadi found himself in a major predicament. Since he hadn't finished rising out of the ground when the Eye transported them, only half of his body was there. That was extremely uncomfortable. It wasn't like there was anything he could do, either, except wave his arms about. Well, he could probably have done the Macarena©, though the jumping part would have been a bit difficult.
So thinking, the stoic Egyptian began to hum.
~*~
Yami had finally wrestled his cards back, and was sitting on Aragorn's chest. He was surprisingly heavy for a paper-thin person, and had only managed to get his deck back with the help of Seto, Joey, Tristan, Tea, basically all the "flat" people, minus the dancing Shadi.
He now thumbed through his own deck, smiling, stroking it, and murmuring, "My precious..." Being in Middle Earth tended to do that to people.
Finally stopping on one card, he help it up. "I summon the Giant Soldier of Stone!"
A random person popped out of the trees. "Witch!" He pointed an accusing finger at Yami. "Magic! Sorcery!"
Yami stared at the person. "Which rock have you been living under?" He knocked the guy out with a random stick.
A few moments later, the giant soldier, the Mystical Elf, and the Celtic Guardian had all been summoned.
Legolas came running up. "My brethren!" he cried, instantly recognizing the Mystical Elf for the elf she was. ("What am I? Chopped liver?" The Celtic Guardian asked.) "We offer no harm! Come peacefully, lest you are upon the side of the enemy..." he added, his face falling into a suspicious mask.
The Mystical Elf paid Legolas no heed, merely marched past him. Legolas watched her pass by, slightly hurt. He opened his mouth to call again, but was interrupted when the Celtic Guardian pushed him over.
"Hey!" He cried, then toppled over into the mud. "Oh no! My hair!" He screamed, his hands grappling at the mud-soaked ends of his hair.
"That's MY line!" Yami screamed, completely beyond infuriated now.
The Mystical Elf and her companions marched towards Boromir, who was attempting to hide behind the hobbits. His cover was blown, however, when the hobbits squealed in unison and scattered. "Thanks a lot!" He yelled after their miniature retreating backs. Then he looked back at the card- beasts, who had stopped right in front of him. Boromir gulped.
~*~
"Right arm. Left arm. Right arm. Left arm. Clap. Jump!"
~*~
Right, this chapter is a bit short. Next chapter should be out soon!