ME (Mercenary Pen): Actually, the zoid Spinnosappa/Spinosapper can be spelt either way. The original name for it was Spinnosappa, which is also how it was pronounced on the show, but the name changed to Spinosapper. I doesn't really matter how it's spelt, we're all talkin' about the same thing.
I'd also like to say that I too hate songfics, but THAT my friend is a kickass song!
(fire inu): Glad you like Clive. I was trying to make him a likeable person. And it would be cool to have a LuciferPOV chapter, but I'm not sure if that'll happen yet. Oh well, we'll just wait and see where the wind blows. ;)
(Bluefly7): No, sorry. Warhorse is dead. I killed it.
Warhorse: NO! Help me! I'm dying!!!
ME (Bluefly7): "Let's see, who will be next. Maybe, the rookie?"
Dammit! How the hell did you know!?! Stalker. You suck. Hmph. Goin' around, readin' my mind. That's a friggin' violation!
S'all right. I'm just jokin'. You're cool.
Warhorse: Help me!
ME: Jesus Christ bitch! You're already dead! Help will do you no good! So do the world a favor, and shut your friggin' mouth!
Warhorse: Fine! I hate you!
ME: That's ok. I'm sure you're not alone on that. There's probably a club out there for mean people who wanna kill me. It's probably the same organization that took my fuckin' name. Bastards.
Warhorse: I'm sorry. But look on the bright side; they didn't take your pride.
ME: ...? What?
Warhorse: Your pride. You still have it.
ME: Just shut up.
Warhorse: NO! I won't! ((Starts to sing "I've Been Working On The Railroad" really, really loud.))
ME: Oh God! I'm starting Chapter 3 now!
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Zoids: FUBAR
Chapter 3
Fiora
"What!?!" I demanded. "Whadda ya mean you don't have my Spinnosappa!?!"
"I'm sorry," the man at the counter said, putting his hands up. "I told you: your zoid was stolen last night! Didn't you see the news?"
"I'm only sixteen! I don't watch the news!"
"I'm sorry," he said again. "We have other zoids. I got a Gun Sniper, brand new, or a Pteras."
"I don't want any of those!" This is getting exasperating. "I want my Spinnosappa!" I've been saving up for one for weeks! This can't be happening! Why that zoid? Why last night? God! If I just come to pick it up yesterday....
"Look Miss, I'll try to order you another one, but it may take a while—"
"Just forget it," I sighed. "I'll take the Gun Sniper."
I should be happy right? I mean, I got a brand spankin' new Sniper, fully loaded arsenals, and a huge discount, but.... It's not my Spinnosappa; you know what I'm saying? I really had my eye on that ever since I saw one kickin' ass on TV. Big zoid battle. The Zabor Fangs against the Schneidet Team. That also inspired me to maybe... you know. Make it as a zoid pilot. But only with one of those glorious Spinnosappas.
So I high-tailed it to the nearest For-Sale Garage and, since they didn't carry those particular zoids in this area, ordered one.
That was a month ago.
When my precious zoid finally got in yesterday, I was too busy to pick it up. I was filling out papers for my zoid gear/license. So I told myself, "I'll grab it tomorrow."
But damn. If only I'd gone yesterday!
I eyed the Gustav that brought my new Gun Sniper out. The zoid was a mixture of dark greens and earthy browns. Like camouflage. I couldn't help but smile. Sure, it's not my Spinnosappa, but it's still my zoid. I'll see if I can't use it to the best of its abilities.
I looked out toward the horizon. The sun was at its high point, heating up the humid summer air. I sighed. Long day.
Hold one. What's going on down there?
I stepped toward the side of a steep cliff. Oh no! That's my Spinnosappa! Or, what's left of it at least.
I found a narrow deer trail and followed it down to the bottom of the pit. There was a group of men around the demolished zoid. Good grief. Its head was almost sliced in two! And look at its back. Ish! My heart felt as though someone pierced it with a dagger. Who did this!?!
As I got closer I could make out some of the men's conversation.
"Did you find any trace of this organoid after the attack?"
"No. Why?"
The first man shifted slightly, as though feeling uncomfortable. "It's research. Uh, for a friend."
"Oh come on, Clive," the second man said lightheartedly. "It's ok to admit that you're curious. Hell, who isn't? An organoid? Wow!"
"Yes, yes."
"But back to business," the second man repeated. "Did you manage to get the dirty little thief?"
The first man, Clive I guess, shifted again. "No. Unfortunately not. He ran into the forest before I could get him."
"Didn't you go after him?"
"I'm not as young as I used to be Geoffrey."
"I meant with your wolf."
"The forest is too thick for any zoid to fit into it! You know that well enough."
Geoffrey nodded. "True."
There was a pause. Then Clive asked, "Geoffrey, is there any chance I could, oh... take this busted up thing off your hands for you?"
"What? Why? What are you gonna do with a zoid like this? It's beyond repair now!"
"I know, I know," he said. "But you know me. I just want to investigate."
"Whatever works Clive," Geoffrey shrugged.
How dare he!?! That zoid is mine, whether or not it's destroyed! He can't just take it! I won't stand for it!
"Excuse me," I yelled, coming forward. "But that Spinnosappa is mine! If anyone's going to be taking it, it's going to be me."
They looked surprised. "Pardon me Miss?" the older man, Clive said.
I took a moment to observe these men. Clive, was older, maybe his mid-forties, tall, with soft gray eyes, and nicely cut silvery-black hair. He had a long, Roman nose and over all very gentle features. He looked peaceful and sweet.
The other man, Geoffrey, however, was short, stout, typical security guard type. Like the kind of man you'd see in a cop suit eating donuts on the job. Just looking at him made me want to do something bad. Just to make him angry.
But with Clive, no. You wanted to be really nice. You wanted to bid him good day and introduce yourself. He seemed like a very nice man with nothing to hide, no secrets to keep, who you just want to be friends with. He's just that way.
But what do I know? I've never really spoken directly to him.
"That zoid," I continued. "Is rightfully mine. I believe I should be the one taking it, not you."
"Well young lady, this zoid won't do you much good. It's useless now. Soon to be sent to the scrap heap where its parts shall be removed and recycled to construct other zoids. New zoids. Better zoids."
"Then why on Zi are you so interested in it?"
"Well my dear, as a zoid pilot myself, I try as best I can to discover all I can about other zoids, so if I ever find myself against one in battle I can devise a plan to defeat it."
"Really?"
"Yes. Really. That and... I've always been a bit of a 'Curious George' so to speak. Anything new fascinates me. The idea of there being something on this world I've never heard of appalls me, and motivates me to study it."
Hmm. It all makes sense.
Wait! No it doesn't! He's sweet talkin' me with that silky voice of his! How dare he! "I'm sorry," I said, trying to be strong. "But this zoid belongs to me, and I refuse to let you have it."
"Young lady," he said. "How about we reach an agreement? If you let me take this old hunk of junk, I'll buy you a new zoid. Anything you want!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
I know I've already got a Gun Sniper, but the idea of me getting a Spinnosappa was just too much!
He nodded. "Really."
I smiled. "You've got yourself a deal."
"Alright then. I'll be leaving—"
"Not so fast," I yelled. "I'm going with you."
"What?"
"Yes. How do I know you'll live up to your word?"
"I have to, otherwise you'll sue me!"
"I'm going with you! Only until you get me my Spinnosappa."
"Must you be so difficult?"
"I must. I must."
He shook his head. "This won't work at all," he mumbled to himself. "I've got a foolish boy, and now a stubborn young girl. This won't work at all."
I stood in front of him, my arms crossed over my chest. You're damn right I'm stubborn!
He looked at my. "Please don't put me in this position. I beg you."
"Too bad," I said. "It's not my problem."
He cursed and paced back and forth as some people in zoids picked the destroyed Spinnosappa up and heaved in onto a Gustav. I watched them out of the corner of my eye, but kept my attention on Clive.
"Well," I said, growing impatient. "Are we leaving or not?"
He gave me a stern look. "I'm afraid I can't allow you to come with me."
I narrowed my eyes. "I think you can."
"I think I can't."
"I think you're hiding something."
"I think you're right."
I hid a smile. "What are you hiding?"
He shook his head. "Forget I ever said anything."
He has a secret, and I intend to find out what it is. We'll meet again someday. Someday soon.
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ME: So whadda ya think of Fiora?
Warhorse: I think she's a brat. Go away!
ME: Yes. I was going for brat.
Warhorse: Oh... dammit!
ME: What? Did you wanna insult me or something?
Warhorse: No. No. It's just—
ME: Just what?
Warhorse: Nothing.
ME: Whatever you say man. Anyway, R&R! I'm sure you know how this shit works, but I really need more reviews. See ya on the battlefield!
Warhorse: "On the battlefield?" Oh that is so gay.
