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MaidM: I'll continue the started plots later. It's just that there are so many characters I like.
LadySmith: Chrestomanci and Howl are both from Diana Wynne Jones books. The books they are from are self-evident. You must read them because Chrestomanci is really cool and I LOVE Howl. Diana Wynne Jones is an amazing writer. Oh and though I am quite impressed to hear that you knew almost all the characters in my last chapter, I bet you don't know all of them in this one. I BET YOU!
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YAY!!! I have lost all self control and still own nothing. Jolly good!!! Jeeves and Wooster forever!!!
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Chapter 2
In which there is a lot of Python and randomness and the words suddenly and confused are used quite a bit.
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Stirring groggily, Numair woke up. He stood up and stretched, blinking from the green light filtering through the trees. Trees?
"But I went to sleep in my chambers," thought Numair. He walked a bit. He looked around and was slightly confused to see that he wasn't going anywhere. After walking for a while, Numair found that this was due to the fact that the ground was moving against him. Surprised by this, he entirely woke up and became instantly confused by his surroundings. The trees had leaves and were almost normal except for the fact the tree trunks were flashing words at him.
"BUY SPAM" flashed one. Numair stared.
"IT'S REALLY GOOD" blinked the same tree. Numair stared. He walked around the tree, trying to see what was causing the tree to do this. It looked like a perfectly normal tree. Unconvinced, he brought his magic to sparkle at his fingertips, expelling it to encompass the tree. There was a bit of an explosion, blowing Numair to his back. When he managed to scramble to his feet, he was astonished to find nothing had changed. After a few seconds the tree gleamed again, almost sulkily.
"ALRIGHT, I LIED ABOUT IT BEING GOOD BUT YOU BETTER BLOODY WELL BUY SOME." There was an undertone of menace in the way the tree shut off its light and Numair couldn't resist saying, "Or what?"
The tree's leaves rustled testily.
Suddenly a large horde of Vikings appeared, floating in the sky. Numair wondered how he knew they were called Vikings but quickly forgot to wonder anything further.
"SPAM," the Vikings sang in harmony as they all simultaneously disappeared. In their place appeared a large heap of a pink shiny substance, which promptly landed on Numair with a loud, 'SQUIDGE'. As he was immersed entirely in the stuff, he couldn't see a thing. Remembering what had happened when he used his magic the last time, he began to claw his way upward. When he managed to escape, he was quite puzzled to find himself in a sort of portal. The pink stuff floated slowly away. With a blinding flash, he found himself standing in a large, extravagantly decorated ballroom. A young woman walked toward him, one that looked like his ideal woman, that is, what his ideal woman used to look like before he met Daine. Coming closer, she smiled and said smoothly,
"Hello Numair," Numair couldn't understand. How did she know his name? Nevertheless, he bowed politely, wincing when she suddenly squealed piercingly.
"Omigod," she screamed, "You're even sexier than I thought you would be,"
"Pardon?" said Numair, slightly disturbed. This only caused her to squeal again. Numair waited patiently for her to calm down.
"Excuse me but could you please explain what I'm doing here?"
"I'm Mary-Sue," she said, panting a bit, "and I brought you here,"
"What for?" Numair asked her. She fluttered her eyelashes.
"So that you'll fall in love with me and that will lead to...other things." Numair became very uncomfortable and blushed. He might have considered it if he hadn't ever met Daine, but he had. He supposed he was ruined for other women. He thought over what she had said and decided to react angrily in order to overcome his growing embarrassment of even thinking of accepting her offer. In fact, he had better react soon before all the blood in his body rushed to his face.
"What are you trying to insinuate?" he said indignantly, glaring at her. This made him feel better, but he had a feeling he should have been nicer. After all, it was not her fault she liked him.
"I'm sorry," he said, in a desperate attempt to get rid of her politely, "I am already pledged to another lady."
"Oh. Daine," she said indifferently, shocking Numair yet again. She looked dismayed for a moment, then smiled.
"Well you never actually pledged yourself to her legally so you can forget about her." Numair couldn't understand. How did this woman know so much about him? He decided to question her.
"How is it that you know everything about me?" The woman smiled piercingly.
"You're a book character, silly. I've read all about you." Numair staggered backwards. He was a BOOK CHARACTER? No, it simply couldn't be. But what if he was? What if his personality and all his choices, his entire life was determined by one person writing a book. Free to their whims and fancies. With no free will of his own… No. He knew he had free will. He could tell. But then again, what if even his free will was determined by this person? Numair's brain was beginning to hurt. This was the most frightening thing he had ever had to contemplate, and no matter what he thought of, he always came up against a dead end.
However, he didn't have much time to contemplate this, for the woman had begun to advance on him with an almost hungry look on her face. He backed up until he was against a wall. He wondered whether to fight back and then wondered if the writer was making him wonder. Numair, almost giving up in despair, suddenly realised that he was a mage. He was, however, reluctant to use magic after what it had resulted in the last time. As Mary-Sue triumphantly closed in on him, he realised he had no choice. But he hesitated for a moment. Was it worth it, seeing as he had just discovered that he was… not real? He gritted his teeth and decided to use his magic anyways. Besides, it would be awkward enough for him whether he was real or not. Black fire sparked from his hands, enveloping the woman and he wondered if he was real or if the woman had been lying. The resulting explosion bashed Numair's head against the wall and he slumped onto the floor. As the last scraps of his mind slid away, he realised, with some surprise, that he didn't care.
When he came to, he found himself back in the strange forest. This time, things kept flickering and changing. The trees would sporadically spring up to be incredibly tall then shrink down to little bushes. Numair kept getting hit on the head with quickly descending branches.
"May I help you sir?" said Jeeves, appearing beside Numair.
"Erm," said Numair, greatly distracted due to the fact that a carnivorous duck was gradually devouring his arm.
"Very good sir," said Jeeves and promptly disappeared. While looking at the duck who had by now gnawed its way up to his elbow, Numair wondered how he knew the man's name was Jeeves. He decided it was because of the giant sign that had hovered over the man, stating, in flashing letters, 'JEEVES'. A man with a crown galloped through the forest.
"Come along Patsy!" said the man, dodging a descending tree. Out of the forest behind him came another man with a large pack, banging two coconut halves together. They vanished into the forest.
Numair decided to get out of the forest as he was a little tired of getting hit on the head by trees. He started to walk. This time, the ground didn't move against him and he managed to escape the forest quite quickly. After a while, Numair came to a castle. He could see a man standing on the battlements.
"Hello sir, could you please tell me where I am?"
"Go away you smelly man with an arm that resembles a cheese," said the man in a rather silly French accent. Startled for a moment, Numair tried again.
"Listen, I just want to know where I am and if you could please..."
"I throw my auntie's tea set at you, you bouncy frog," interrupted the French man. Angry, Numair flung a spell at him. The French guy ducked and laughed, loudly and annoyingly. He remained out of sight. Numair paced, muttering angrily.
Suddenly there was a loud 'SPROING' and a cow flew over the walls, landing right beside Numair.
"RUN AWAY!" screamed a voice from nowhere. Numair threw another spell at the castle. The resulting backshock knocked him off his feet. He decided to take the strange voice's advice.
He ran, dodging sheep and random poultry as they fell around him. The French guy came up again with a few of his friends and they began to laugh and hoot. Seething, Numair stopped running and salvaging the remnants of his pride, walked into the forest again.
Suddenly, the castles and the trees disappeared, leaving Numair in a large meadow. A door appeared in the middle of the field. It opened. A little boy stepped out who had blond hair, blue eyes, and looked to be about four years old. He looked at Numair with an intelligent, calculating look in his eyes then seemed to decide something.
"Alright," he said in a clear voice, "I can trust you." He gave a small smile. "I'm Charles Wallace Murphy and I come from a different world."
"I'm Numair Salmalin," said Numair, slightly taken aback by the child, "nice to meet you Charles."
"Charles Wallace, please," said Charles Wallace. This time he grinned.
"Do you realise there's a duck on your arm?"
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The Enchanted Forest was unusually quiet. The forest was waiting for something. Suddenly, with a bang and a flash of light, the Delorian skidded into a clearing. The doors slowly opened and Doc Brown cautiously clambered out of the machine and looked around. He wandered up to a tree and poked it. A look of pure excitement spread over his face.
"Marty!" he yelled hoarsely, "you can come out, it's all right. We have safely travelled through the space/time fabric and we are now in a different dimension. Marty almost fell his way out of the car. He hopped to catch his balance.
"Whoa Doc," Marty said carefully, "Are you telling me we're in a different world!?" He was almost shouting.
"Another world, another galaxy, another universe..." said the Doc, "Anything you want to call it." He looked around him.
"I can't believe it, IT WORKED!" he yelled. He sat down abruptly, a look of awe on his face.
"Jesus Christ!" said Marty, stunned. The Doc got suddenly to his feet.
"Come Marty," he said, "we don't have time to sit around. The fate of the world is in our hands." He began to walk away from the Delorian into the forest.
"Hey! Wait! Doc!" yelled Marty. The Doc turned around.
"Listen Marty," he said seriously, "We need to hurry; we don't have much time." He turned around again.
"I know," said Marty desperately, "but we don't know where we are. If we walk off now, we'll get lost and lose the Delorian and we'll never get back." The Doc stopped and turned around, a look of horror on his face.
"Great Scott, you're right!" He looked around wildly and, across a field of blue catnip, saw a white picket fence surrounding a garden. There was a green apple tree with fruit on one side of a gate in the fence and a blooming lilac bush on the other. Further into the property was a little grey house with a red roof. Doc Brown began to walk down the hill toward the house, brushing the catnip aside.
"Um, Doc, what are you doing?" said Marty.
"I'm going to ask the inhabitants of that house for our whereabouts," said the Doc. He was now halfway down the hill. Marty faltered, then ran after him. The Doc walked up to the gate and opened it. Marty caught up.
"Hey Doc, there's a few things I don't understand. How do you know there's something wrong with the space/time continuum?" The Doc strode up the path, startling a black and white cat, which yowled and glared at the Doc. Marty watched in interest as the cat padded regally up to the house, leapt onto the windowsill, and disappeared inside.
"It's an instinct," said the Doc. He had reached the back step of the house.
"And how did you know how to change the Delorian so that it could travel through space?" said Marty, walking to the door. Doc Brown paused before he knocked on the door and frowned.
"I'm not---quite---sure. It was like a...sudden explosion of scientific discovery, I just...knew..."
Suddenly, the door opened. A middle-aged, rather short woman wearing all black was standing in the doorway. She had ginger hair, which was pulled back behind her head in a bun and was wearing glasses with rectangular lenses. She looked slightly surprised and turned to the black and white cat standing next to her.
"Are these the two dangerous attackers you warned me about?"
"Mrow," yowled the cat indignantly, "mrow yow." The woman looked at Marty and Doc Brown then turned back to the cat.
"I highly doubt they attacked you with cudgels. I'm guessing that all that happened was you were woken up and were cranky enough to come and complain to me." The cat growled quietly, then sauntered off around the side of the house. The woman faced the two time travellers.
"Don't mind Quiz," she said, "It's just that he hates being woken up in the middle of his naps." She suddenly looked at them sharply.
"Are you selling anything?" she asked carefully, "Because if you are, I'd appreciate if you'd leave now without a fuss." Doc Brown recovered from the shock of the woman's one-sided conversation with her cat.
"Uh...no!" We are on a mission of utmost importance to the universe. I was hoping you could help us. You see, we need to continue toward the source of the disturbance in the space/time continuum. The Delorian has been modified to close in on that source but the flux capacitor needs energy to work, a large amount of electrical energy." The Doc rambled on while the woman looked faintly startled.
"I'm having a hard time understanding a thing he's saying." She looked at the babbling man in front of her.
"This is definitely a case for Telemain."
"Telemain?" asked Marty.
"My husband. You'd better come inside." Hearing this, the Doc stopped gibbering.
"Thank you Mrs..."
"My name is Morwen," said the woman as she walked into her house, "I find the practice of calling people by their last names to be extremely silly."
They followed her inside.
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Okay, I've finally finished typing up another chapter. Maybe now I'll get more reviews. Please? They make me so happy. Oh yes, and please tell me if I have made any glaring spelling or grammatical errors. I hate it when storeis lok lik these. It's really hard to read and quite annoying too.
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