Eika: Well, the translation code is up. . .
Clara: Follow the directions, you'll do fine.
Eika: I've gotten to world 4 on the super Mario game. . .
Clara: She finally got to the last level with enough lives to actually GET to the final level's boss without losing every life and going back to level 1 world 3.
Eika: I have the first chapter, the prologue, done on my idea. . .
Clara: A prequel to FF9.
Eika: I've decided against sprucing originals for the time being. . .
Clara: That could take months!
Eika: I'm still debating whether or not to take down certain stories. . .
Clara: No advice for you on that.
Eika: Do to being unable to write more on the might be published story due to block, I'm working on this. . .
Clara: Good.
Eika: And no one has guessed right so far. IT'S NOT GARLAND!!!!!!
Clara: NOW that you're done with announcements, can we start?
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"She's nowhere in a five mile radius of here!"
"So have everyone do ten miles! We showed you the tapes, she's fast; she might be that far away! NOW!" Gerard moves, calling out to the other searchers.
Garnet sits down on a log rolled into the clearing and rubs her temples. Three hours ago Clara was discovered missing, and at seven o'clock in the morning without a sign of her everyone was getting edgy. As they searched in broader and broader circles the knights began to protest their leaders presence, and had insisted they climb back to the castle, under armed guard of course. A knight had begun sprinting to the castle a few hours ago; any minute now they'll be picked up by the Invincible.
"Cheer up. I'm sure they'll find her soon," Consoles Zidane, sitting down next to her with a nervous smile. Garnet laughs.
"And once they manage to get chains on her, if they DO manage, they'll have to drag her kicking, struggling, screaming, the works to the castle, re- tying her up with new chains every hour or so." At this unpleasant truth Zidane winces involuntarily. She has a point. Once they manage to find her, will they be able to bring her back?
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"You know what, Catalina?
BOOM-CRASH!!!!!
"This is really getting to be-"
BOOM-CRASH!!!!!
"-ing. Could you please stop-"
BOOM-CRASH!!!!!
"? I'm going hoarse."
BOOM-CRASH!!!!! Actually, I might have to stop soon. This is getting tiring.
Outside the cell where Catalina yawns while kicking on autopilot, sir Fratly sighs and shakes his head. He'd been trying to convince Catalina to knock it off for seven hours straight, and the young girl's showing no signs of stopping any time soon. He looks at the ground, at the exhausted Catalina who's showing no signs of stopping. From the way she looks she might just continue doing this in her sleep. Sighing, Fratly walks, slumping, to the door and goes outside.
"Any luck?" Asks Malakanya, exhausted himself. "If the girl doesn't stop by nine, I can take the shift then."
Fratly, despite his weariness, smiles. "Just get in contact with Alexandria as soon as possible. They need to ready a cage and pick this girl up; she could jump out of any airship but the invincible."
"Though she wouldn't. She'd die."
"I'm beginning to think she'd rather die than be stuck in a cage." Groans Fratly, sitting down with a sigh. From inside a series of BOOM-CRASH!!!!!- es cut off all possibility of further conversation for a few minutes.
"So we trick her as soon as we've got clearance?" asks Malakanya as soon as the echoes die down.
"Yup." Agrees Fratly, and goes back inside to attempt to calm the very annoyed Catalina.
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The sun hit's my costumes face and my eyes spring open, ready and willing to get out of the cave. Sticking my upside-down head out, I look up the cliff face. There are a number of pits and cracks in the seemingly impossible to climb cliff. I reach out an arm, and nearly pitch forward. That won't do.
With a sigh of relief I use the tiny nails on my fingers to dig out my five hidden knives. Reaching behind my hair, I grab the two knives, tied in by crossed strands. Yanking slightly, I get them out. With my other hand, I reach into my costume's back molars, and grab the knife that would originally have been kept in my belly-button, but I changed the position because it kept falling out. Grabbing my toenails, I peel them off, and add them to the collection in my other hand. Whispering, "Mini," and making them large, I stick four in cracks below me. The fifth I, with a trembling hand, stab into my side. Making a long cut, feeling blood trickle, I peel off and step out of my costume onto the knives placed there. Making sure they're secure, I turn. Even without me in it my costume holds it's shape, and I hang it on the branch a foot above my cave. Reaching up, I pull down hard, cracking the branch slightly. I then arrange the costume as though I'm trying to hang on for dear life. It's a work of art, and when they find it, IF they find it, they'll spend about ten minutes trying to rescue a me that isn't there.
That done, I stick my feet solidly into nooks, and pluck my knives from their places. Tail waving, finally free, behind me for balance, I miniaturize them and stick them back in their spots, even the one now slightly bloody. My toenails, having grown back, are yanked off to make room for the knives, bleeding flesh creating the perfect glue until I get up. I grab some rocks and begin to climb, looking at the sun to see I overslept. I'd better hurry; if not, they might stumble over me, and I'm not yet prepared.
Once at the top, I use some pine sap to stick my toenails on more firmly, and look around. A meadow nearby leads gently to the ocean, and I go there, stuffing some untainted jerky in my mouth rapidly. I swallow and wade in. When it's up to m waste I dive, and swim speedily, using my tail as a rudder. My goal: The Forgotten Continent.
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Eika: This is annoying.
FlameRiver(her sister): What animal will get mad at you if you talk to it in Conde Petie?
Eika: If the dwarves can be counted as animals. . .
FlameRiver: They're not.
Eika: Owls?
FlameRiver: Dogs.
Eika: Stop quizzing me, please! I'm trying to write!
FlameRiver: Describe where you can find the three coffees!
(Eika answers, her sister keeps quizzing her. . . sorry for the interruption. Review!)
Clara: Follow the directions, you'll do fine.
Eika: I've gotten to world 4 on the super Mario game. . .
Clara: She finally got to the last level with enough lives to actually GET to the final level's boss without losing every life and going back to level 1 world 3.
Eika: I have the first chapter, the prologue, done on my idea. . .
Clara: A prequel to FF9.
Eika: I've decided against sprucing originals for the time being. . .
Clara: That could take months!
Eika: I'm still debating whether or not to take down certain stories. . .
Clara: No advice for you on that.
Eika: Do to being unable to write more on the might be published story due to block, I'm working on this. . .
Clara: Good.
Eika: And no one has guessed right so far. IT'S NOT GARLAND!!!!!!
Clara: NOW that you're done with announcements, can we start?
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"She's nowhere in a five mile radius of here!"
"So have everyone do ten miles! We showed you the tapes, she's fast; she might be that far away! NOW!" Gerard moves, calling out to the other searchers.
Garnet sits down on a log rolled into the clearing and rubs her temples. Three hours ago Clara was discovered missing, and at seven o'clock in the morning without a sign of her everyone was getting edgy. As they searched in broader and broader circles the knights began to protest their leaders presence, and had insisted they climb back to the castle, under armed guard of course. A knight had begun sprinting to the castle a few hours ago; any minute now they'll be picked up by the Invincible.
"Cheer up. I'm sure they'll find her soon," Consoles Zidane, sitting down next to her with a nervous smile. Garnet laughs.
"And once they manage to get chains on her, if they DO manage, they'll have to drag her kicking, struggling, screaming, the works to the castle, re- tying her up with new chains every hour or so." At this unpleasant truth Zidane winces involuntarily. She has a point. Once they manage to find her, will they be able to bring her back?
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"You know what, Catalina?
BOOM-CRASH!!!!!
"This is really getting to be-"
BOOM-CRASH!!!!!
"-ing. Could you please stop-"
BOOM-CRASH!!!!!
"? I'm going hoarse."
BOOM-CRASH!!!!! Actually, I might have to stop soon. This is getting tiring.
Outside the cell where Catalina yawns while kicking on autopilot, sir Fratly sighs and shakes his head. He'd been trying to convince Catalina to knock it off for seven hours straight, and the young girl's showing no signs of stopping any time soon. He looks at the ground, at the exhausted Catalina who's showing no signs of stopping. From the way she looks she might just continue doing this in her sleep. Sighing, Fratly walks, slumping, to the door and goes outside.
"Any luck?" Asks Malakanya, exhausted himself. "If the girl doesn't stop by nine, I can take the shift then."
Fratly, despite his weariness, smiles. "Just get in contact with Alexandria as soon as possible. They need to ready a cage and pick this girl up; she could jump out of any airship but the invincible."
"Though she wouldn't. She'd die."
"I'm beginning to think she'd rather die than be stuck in a cage." Groans Fratly, sitting down with a sigh. From inside a series of BOOM-CRASH!!!!!- es cut off all possibility of further conversation for a few minutes.
"So we trick her as soon as we've got clearance?" asks Malakanya as soon as the echoes die down.
"Yup." Agrees Fratly, and goes back inside to attempt to calm the very annoyed Catalina.
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The sun hit's my costumes face and my eyes spring open, ready and willing to get out of the cave. Sticking my upside-down head out, I look up the cliff face. There are a number of pits and cracks in the seemingly impossible to climb cliff. I reach out an arm, and nearly pitch forward. That won't do.
With a sigh of relief I use the tiny nails on my fingers to dig out my five hidden knives. Reaching behind my hair, I grab the two knives, tied in by crossed strands. Yanking slightly, I get them out. With my other hand, I reach into my costume's back molars, and grab the knife that would originally have been kept in my belly-button, but I changed the position because it kept falling out. Grabbing my toenails, I peel them off, and add them to the collection in my other hand. Whispering, "Mini," and making them large, I stick four in cracks below me. The fifth I, with a trembling hand, stab into my side. Making a long cut, feeling blood trickle, I peel off and step out of my costume onto the knives placed there. Making sure they're secure, I turn. Even without me in it my costume holds it's shape, and I hang it on the branch a foot above my cave. Reaching up, I pull down hard, cracking the branch slightly. I then arrange the costume as though I'm trying to hang on for dear life. It's a work of art, and when they find it, IF they find it, they'll spend about ten minutes trying to rescue a me that isn't there.
That done, I stick my feet solidly into nooks, and pluck my knives from their places. Tail waving, finally free, behind me for balance, I miniaturize them and stick them back in their spots, even the one now slightly bloody. My toenails, having grown back, are yanked off to make room for the knives, bleeding flesh creating the perfect glue until I get up. I grab some rocks and begin to climb, looking at the sun to see I overslept. I'd better hurry; if not, they might stumble over me, and I'm not yet prepared.
Once at the top, I use some pine sap to stick my toenails on more firmly, and look around. A meadow nearby leads gently to the ocean, and I go there, stuffing some untainted jerky in my mouth rapidly. I swallow and wade in. When it's up to m waste I dive, and swim speedily, using my tail as a rudder. My goal: The Forgotten Continent.
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Eika: This is annoying.
FlameRiver(her sister): What animal will get mad at you if you talk to it in Conde Petie?
Eika: If the dwarves can be counted as animals. . .
FlameRiver: They're not.
Eika: Owls?
FlameRiver: Dogs.
Eika: Stop quizzing me, please! I'm trying to write!
FlameRiver: Describe where you can find the three coffees!
(Eika answers, her sister keeps quizzing her. . . sorry for the interruption. Review!)
