Announcer: Welcome back! Last time on Future Forward I/O and Sketch -Gunshot is heard-
James: -Holding a rifle- I hate that guy, Now where were we...
Steve: we had a nerd and a moron throw down, a goggle geared gremlin got smacked around, a big hairy guy in jail, and other stuff you probably already know
James: Oh yeah, thanks... -Makes a mark on his clipboard- let's see next is... frigging disclaimer...
Disclaimer: Whaddaya think goes here? We own our guys, some fat cat owns the Titans.
James: There? Happy now? Man I hate lawyers...
Steve: shhhhh.....they can hear you....they are everywhere.....waiting to pounce....
James: Fine then... let's see them hear this: You lawyers are a bunch of blood sucking, sewage eating, book burning, pains in my
-Fades to black-
James: Oh it's on now...
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"So how'd it go last night?" Belle asked when she and Sketch were at lunch.
"Ugh, don't ask" he replied, pushing peas around his plate with his fork.
"Too late, I already did." she countered. "Now tell me!"
"No."
"Fine, then I won't give you back your notebook!" she declared as she grabbed said item and held it over her head.
"Hey! Give it back!" Sketch shouted as he attempted to retrieve his prized possession. His attempts all falling just short due to Belle's greater height.
"Then talk," she ordered bopping him in the head with the notebook and raising it again before he could grab it.
"Grrrrr... fine," the boy growled as he plopped back down into his chair. "He was trying to teach me some allgey bra, alegra, some stupid math stuff."
"You mean Algebra?"
"Yeah that's it, all stupid letters and stuff... like the numbers weren't bad enough. Pfft!"
"Well, I suppose you gotta study again tonight?" Belle asked, patting him on the shoulder.
"Nah, Today we're goin' to the park after school. I don't gotta do any more studying with I/O until Monday night."
"Hey, cool. Maybe I'll come by later and kick your butt in roller hockey while you're there." the young lady laughed.
"Hey! You don't beat me all the time!"
"Yeah, sometimes I slaughter you"
"HEY!"
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"Open this door right now young man!" Blackfire screamed as she hammered her fist against I/O's door.
"Not gonna happen!" I/O yelled back from the other side.
"You better darn well open up or I'll blast this door in!" She screamed back.
"Go on and try! These doors were designed to take it, remember?"
"Um... do I even want to ask?" Raven inquired as she entered the hallway, disturbed from her reading by the noise.
"That darn brat locked himself in his room as soon as his classes were over and now he refuses to come out."
"Uh...huh... and why?"
"Doesn't wanna go to the park I think, But I keep telling him, He needs to get out for some fresh air sometimes!" Blackfire finished with a yell toward the door.
"I don't wanna, I got way too much to do here!" was the only reply she got.
"Let me try," Raven said as she walked to the door. "I/O, You need to go with the others, it's only natural for a kid your age, besides, this one time isn't gonna hurt you."
"No thanks, I'm fine right here."
"...I/O, open the door and get out here right now, or else" Raven ordered.
"Sorry, I'm staying right here, besides, what'cha gonna do? Ground me?"
"Fine, you asked for it." Raven declared as her eyes began glowing, "Azerath, Metriun, Zinthos!" she muttered, reaching through the black portal that opened in front of her and pulling an obviously shocked I/O through it.
"Here," she stated, dropping the boy on the floor at Blackfire's feet. "Now try to keep it down, I'm reading." And with that she walked away.
"Um... right... thanks" was all Blackfire could think to say.
And meanwhile, I/O was feeling vaguely like a rabbit in a magic show.
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"Come on," the guard ordered "You're free to go"
"Thanks," the monstrous individual named Mammoth growled, "I'll see you guys later" most people would be terrified of the way he bore his fangs, but the guard had come to recognize his peculiar 'smile'.
"I don't know why we keep letting him out," a passing officer commented.
"I'm more surprised at how we keep letting him in," the guard replied.
"What's that supposed to mean? He's a criminal, he belongs in here." the officer sneered.
"Heh, yeah. Criminal, whatever you say pal."
"What was he in for anyway?"
"Holding up an ice cream truck."
"He robbed an ice cream truck?!" the officer exclaimed obviously shocked "what kinda person does that?"
"He didn't rob it, he held it up, as in picked it up and carried it around."
"Um.. why?"
"Wanted to get arrested, but he carried it over to a schoolyard before he broke it... the kids loved him for it," the guard laughed.
The officer didn't know what to say to that.
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"You guys have fun!" Jinx shouted at the T-van as the others headed off to the park. She and Blackfire had stayed behind to get some well earned rest and relaxation.
"Yeah yeah," Backfire commented as she headed inside, "You wanna order a pizza Jinx? I am so not in the mood to cook."
"Sounds good to me. But a bath sounds better." And with that she disappeared to indulge herself in private.
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The Titans and their charges made their way to the park. Cyborg driving the T-van he built once he realized the T-car wouldn't cut it anymore. In the shotgun seat was Nightwing, Raven and Starfire were in the middle of the car on opposite sides of Joy, and the children were in the rear most seats. Terra and Beastboy were as usual traveling via a huge rock, strangely tailing the van at ground level and following all road rules. Needless to say a few strange looks were passed their way.
"I can't believe I'm here," I/O muttered, "Why are we even going to some park anyway?"
"Because we thought it's be fun, that's why," Cyborg retorted. "Now stop complaining, you might even have fun"
"Doubt it"
"Yeah, he won't have fun, cause he's afraid of air, and sun, and anything that has to do with outside." Sketch insulted.
"Oh yeah! Say that to my face!" I/O shouted back, over Digi's head, whom the adults had wisely placed between the two.
"Both of you settle down," Nightwing ordered.
"Yeah, if you wanna fight, wait 'til we're at the park so it won't damage the car." Cyborg recommended.
"Not helping Cyborg..." Nightwing stated.
The arguments between the two continued most of the way to the park, until their arguing woke Joy from her nap and Starfire gave them 'the look'.
"We'll continue this later," I/O promised Sketch.
The last dozen or so minutes or so of traveling was done in near silence. The park they chose was on the edge of the city, it was a peculiar location, a few acres of land leading from a stretch of beach deeper into a wooded lot as it moved inland. Between the beach area and the woods was a long stretch of field, complete with playgrounds and gaming fields of both grass and blacktop varieties.
"Bayside Gardens?" I/O commented as they drove past a sign into the parking area.
"Ooooh, Sounds pretty," Digi sighed dreamily. "Do they have pretty flowers?"
"Oh yes, Very pretty flowers," Starfire replied as she removed Joy from her car seat.
"I wanna see! I wanna see!" Digi squealed as she hopped out of the van.
"Hehehe. Sure thing kiddo," Nightwing said tousling her hair.
"C'mon y'all, I know the perfect spot," Cyborg declared as he set off toward the field.
"We'll catch up with ya in a bit," Beastboy shouted. He and Terra were loading the various supples onto a wide flat stone Terra called out.
"Oh yippee," I/O muttered, following the others, "what a joyous day. I can hardly contain myself."
"I feel the same!" Starfire almost sang from beside him. "Come, let us go and enjoy this day!"
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"Do you think he'll actually do anything?" Terra wondered aloud.
"Doubtful," Raven replied, "But it can't hurt to try"
"Perhaps we push him too hard?" Starfire remarked absently. "He is quite unique among children his age."
"Maybe, but he should still at least try to get out more." Terra replied.
"Just let the boy be," Cyborg suggested from the grill, "we dragged him here. The rest is up to him."
"Yeah, You're right I guess." Terra conceded "It's not like he could leave without us knowing. We're miles from home." She looked off as the children walked off, Sketch and Digi toward a blacktop, and I/O toward a bench under a tree, he had apparently brought a laptop with him. Terra sighed, that boy just wasn't interested in games and normal playing.
"The rest is up to him, eh?" She muttered. "Fine then, What say we forget about him for now... Who's up for some football?" she finished by grabbing a football from the impromptu stone table she used to bring the supplies.
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"It's a bunny" Digi said proudly, gesturing to the blacktop where she and Sketch were drawing with chalk.
"Not bad," Sketch replied.
"Ooh, pretty," a familiar voice cooed from above them.
"Miss Belle!" Digi squealed jumping up to give her a hug.
"Heya cutie," she said, returning the hug. "What are you two up to?"
"Eh, not much. Just burning some time. We got the gear over there, whenever you're ready." Sketch replied.
"Only three sticks? What about your friend, you know the brainiac?"
"Pfft, He won't play. He doesn't do 'Fun'," Sketch replied. "He's over there, working again probably," he finished by pointing to I/O.
"Oh really? Well we'll just have to see if we can change that, won't we?" Belle said, looking at the solitary figure in the distance. "You two wait here, I'll be back."
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'Such an inconvenience...' I/O thought, 'I have way too much work to do to just go gallivanting around wherever I like.' His keyboard clicked away rapidly as he typed.
"Hey, you that supposedly genius guy Eye-Oh?" someone asked.
"Perhaps, who wants to know?" I/O asked without looking up.
"Are you or are you not?"
"Answer the question, I have too much to do to waste time dealing with redundant inquiries."
"...Yup, you're the guy, just as full of yourself as Sketch said."
"Hmm, So you're one of Sketch's friends?" I/O asked, "Yes, I am I/O. Now go away."
"Not a chance," The girl replied. "I'm here cause we need another player. You're it. Now come on."
I/O finally looked at the girl. She was almost as tall as him. She was dressed in an off-white shirt with the sleeves rolled to her elbows and a pair of overalls. She had her long brown hair tied back at the nape of her neck and a red baseball cap on backward. The girl also had a pair of wire frame glasses perched on her nose and a necklace with a jade pendant hanging from it. I/O decided she didn't look as dumb as her choice in friends. "Not interested" he said at last.
"What's wrong? Afraid I'll embarrass you?"
"Hardly," I/O replied tartly.
"Ohh, so you can't skate is that it?"
"Look, I can skate just fine, But I have too much to do to just fool around like some kinda kid."
"Um... you are a kid."
"A mere technicality."
"Fine, We'll do this the hard way."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" I/O asked warily.
"Well," Belle leaned in conspiratorially whispering, "it just means... THIS!" And with that she grabbed the laptop and ran off.
"Give that back!" I/O yelled, jumping up and chasing her.
Belle easily outdistanced the less physically inclined boy, and soon reached her destination: a tree with a backpack at it's base. Slipping the computer into the pack and that onto her back she quickly shimmied up the tree. and hung the pack on a branch near it's peak before dropping back down to the ground.
I/O caught up with the girl at the tree, "Give me that back!" he demanded.
"You gonna play?"
"Not on your life."
"Then get it yourself."
To his credit, the boy tried. Without much success.
"You know... I'm pretty sure he hates you now," Sketch remarked as he moved to stand beside Belle.
"Bah, He'll get over it."
"You think he'll play? Or do you think he'll just keep trying to climb that tree?"
By now I/O had managed to fall from the low branches of the tree a few times. and was sitting on the ground rubbing his bruised behind.
"Oh, he'll play. All he needs is a little more of a push," Bell replied. "Digi," she began kneeling before the little girl "You want your brother to play with us right?"
"Yeah!" She replied.
"Then why don't you go ask him," she suggested giving the girl a push toward the boy on the ground.
"You know you're evil, right?" Sketch said as the little girl bounded off.
Belle's only reply was a grin.
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"This is stupid," I/O thought, "this girl is more annoying than Sketch. Who does she think she is?" I/O had never been particularly good at climbing trees, and he had fallen four times trying to get his computer back.
He sighed as he got up to try again, when he felt a tug at his sleeve.
"Um... you wanna play with us?" Digi asked.
I/O groaned and laid his forehead against the tree.
"Please big brother?" she pleaded. I/O didn't even have to look to know what was happening... that darn look...
"Fine," He replied. "Just stop looking at me like that." He let himself be dragged toward the blacktop by the now smiling Digi.
As he passed the older girl, he glared at her. "I will get you for this, You...you... miscreant."
"Miscreant?" She gaped, "That's the best you could think up? You really need to get out more."
"Whatever," I/O grumbled "lets just get this over with."
"Boys versus Girls?" Sketch suggested
"Sure," Belle replied helping Digi into her gear. "We're gonna beat'em, right?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh yeah, You need to go get your gear I/O, We didn't grab a set for you." Sketch informed his teammate.
"...fine, whatever." I/O replied as he stalked off.
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"Hey there I/O," Nightwing said cheerfully as the boy approached, "Something you need?"
"Roller hockey gear," he replied.
"Oh? What for?"
"To play roller hockey of course." I/O replied, a response which caused the soda to be forcefully ejected from Nightwing's mouth.
Nightwing pointed to the table of gear, and told him what to get.
"Thanks," I/O said as he carried the gear off toward the other children.
"Hey man, What's wrong with you?" Cyborg asked, noticing the blank look on Nightwing's face as he approached the table, tray full of food in hand.
"Tell everyone to be ready, I think the world is about to end." Nightwing replied sullenly.
Noticing the puzzled look on Cyborgs face, Nightwing explained the situation to everyone. Time seemed to stand still as the team contemplated this development... until a loud whoop broke the silence.
"Comeon! We gotta watch this!" Terra shouted, running toward the blacktop, already using her powers to create a set of bleachers for the spectators to sit on.
After a moment, the others joined her. Cyborg picking up the park table and carrying it and the food over with him.
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It took I/O a few minutes to get used to the skates, but once he did he was actually rather good. The four combatants took their positions, Sketch and Belle in the center, and Digi and I/O near their own goals. Since the adults had opted to watch, the children asked Nightwing to play referee. He now stood near the center children, holding the puck.
As the puck fell the two kids charged. Sketch slapped the puck over toward I/O, just before getting knocked right to the ground.
"Hey! That's not fair!" I/O yelled.
"Sure it is," Belle informed him. "the one rule in roller hockey is 'no harm no foul'" as she and Digi converged on him.
"Oh crud..." I/O gulped as he bolted away. He saw the net in the distance, and headed straight for it. I/O could hear his opponents getting closer, and put everything he had into getting to the goal. Unfortunately... he wasn't particularly skilled at stopping, and thus, slammed right into the net alongside the puck.
"Hah! I did it!" He exclaimed as he tried to extract himself from the net.
"Yeah," Belle said as she, Digi and Sketch caught up to him. "You're the best player on our team."
"Huh?" He asked, puzzled.
"That's our goal you dweeb," Sketch told him, "You made a point for the other team. What kinda stupid genius are you?"
"You realize that's an oxymoron," I/O told him, trying to keep his cool.
"I am not an Ox moron!" Sketch shouted at him.
"Oxymoron you idiot!" I/O yelled back, "Not 'ox moron', altho that would work too. You are dumb as one!"
"Do they do this a lot?" Belle asked Digi.
"Uh huh, Big brother and Sketch always fight."
Nightwing had gone over to the bleachers with the others, he considered the arguing to be natural between children as close as those two, and had no inclination to interfere unless they started throwing punches. At some point a man had come over and begun watching the game. Nightwing didn't think much of it, no one would be insane enough to attack the Titans he figured. Nightwing strolled over to the table and grabbed a handful of chips.
"They're at it again..." He said.
"You know..." Beastboy commented, "those two fight like me and Raven used to."
"Maybe, but at least those two make a good fight," Nightwing replied. "You never stood a chance against Raven."
"No respect," Beastboy muttered. To which Terra just ruffled his hair.
"Nobody move!" came a shout from the children's direction. The strange man had maneuvered to get between the Titans and their young charges. "Now y'all are gonna do 'xactly like I tell ya, otherwise...." he gestured toward the children with the sawed-off shotgun he held.
"Azera..." Raven began to chant when a shot rang out, breaking her concentration.
"uh uh," the man warned "No glowey eyes, and no more warnings neither." the man then began to make his demands.
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I/O's point of view:
'Somehow during his and Sketch's 'discussion' this incompetent fool decided to try and do this?' I/O thought bitterly 'I've gotta stop him.'
I/O glanced over at the others, Digi was crying, Belle was trying to comfort her, and Sketch for some screwball reason was furiously flipping through his notebook. 'What he hopes to find there is anyone's guess,' I/O thought glumly. He had hoped the boy might be up to something uncharacteristically useful, but apparently that was not the case.
No matter, I/O had a plan, not much of one... but it was better than nothing.
Moving to position himself between the thug and the girls, the boy reached into his pocket and withdrew a small rectangular contraption. The box was bland, devoid of anything fancy other than two buttons set near the bottom, and a circular hole through the top two-thirds of it. Pressing one of the buttons caused the space within the hole to glow with a silvery-blue light and begin ejecting what looked to be a metal pole.
The box had been a prototype of Cyborg's. It created a dimensional pocket in which a single item could be stored. the plan had originally been to use the pocket as a holding cell for difficult prisoners, but the plan had been abandoned when testing proved that air was unable to circulate, effectively making it a death trap for anyone placed inside, so the device was never duplicated.
The rod itself was one of I/O's own inventions, it was designed specifically to fit into the pocket. A simple push of a button would extend a grip and the rod would become a blaster, Not a powerful one, But I/O had to hope it would be enough... at least enough to stun the thug long enough for the Titans to take him down.
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Sketch's Point of view:
"Come on..." Sketch muttered to himself as he flipped through his book. " I know there's a good one in here somewhere..." Sketch regretted anew the loss of his old notebook, He would have been able to find his target almost instantly in that one. Sighing, he continued searching.
"AHA!" He exclaimed, jumping to his feet. The sound of tearing paper drew the stares of the few who knew him who weren't already looking at him. It was unheard of for the boy to damage one of his notebooks on purpose.
Ignoring the confused look I/O sent him, Sketch stepped to the front of the group of children.
"You're in for it now!" He taunted.
"What's a brat like you gonna do?" the thug sneered, "Throw your diaper at me?"
Sketch puffed up and just growled at the man. "Fine!" he shouted "Don't say I didn't warn you!" and with that, he threw the paper onto the ground between himself and the criminal.
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I/O's point of view:
I/O was completely puzzled, first the dork tears up his book, then he decides to start threatening a guy three times his size and holding a gun. "That's it... he's lost it" I/O grumbled.
"Fine!" Sketch shouted at the man, "Don't say I didn't warn you!" As the paper fell to the ground, I/O got a look at it, a strange drawing of a... well it looked like a lizard wearing armor.
I/O didn't have long to contemplate Sketch's plan, for as soon as the paper settled on the ground, the confusing young artist pointed his palms at the page, his own eyes taking on a peculiar glow, and he shouted "Arise and Obey!"
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Sketch's point of view:
He expected the page to glow, like it did when he practiced with his sister. She had started teaching him when she realized the powers growing within him, but always kept their training small. But what he expected was nothing compared to what he got. Light and energy exploded from the page, tossing him, the thug and anyone else unlucky enough to be standing within a good distance to the ground and blinding those even further away.
Sketch struggled to stand up, blinking away the spots in his eyes, and gaped as he witnessed his creation come to life.
A creature stood before him, like a humanoid raptor, clad in armor as red as blood, it's green scales glinting like emeralds in the sunlight.
It looked around cautiously, only it's head and tail moving, and then gazing over it's shoulder, the creature glared at him.
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?'s point of view:
'what is this place?' It wondered, 'Why was I brought here?' The reptilian surveyed it's surroundings. It examined the beings surrounding it.
One, lying on the ground, looked terrified. The Reptilian grinned at him, revealing rows of needle sharp teeth, delighting in the horrified gasp the creature made in response.
The Reptilian looked past the scared one, toward a group of... colorful... individuals. These were not afraid, they were wary, but they had the look of beings willing to defend themselves rather than flee. He could see they had the hearts of warriors. His eyes narrowed, they had not attacked him... perhaps they were not his enemies... He dismissed them from his mind, best not to imagine more problems than he already had. Besides, they seemed as surprised by his presence as he. They wouldn't know why he was here.
He felt a niggling at the back of his mind, and turned his head to the side, looking over his shoulder toward another group behind him. These were smaller than the others. Once had an odd stick pointed at him, another huddles in a third's arms sobbing, he could sense the small one's fear, and he did not relish it. There was no honor in scaring hatchlings, as he knew these to be.
A fourth stood proudly despite his stature, The reptilian knew he could easily have lifted this one in a single of his clawed hands... but something... a strange feeling... told him that this hatchling is the reason for his presence... that this one called him... that this one is who he should obey... 'I am a soldier,' the creature thought, 'I know why I am here now'
After a few long seconds, the soldier spoke the words he knew he should say.
"Command me."
The coward on the ground ran.
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Thug's Point of view:
'Damn! Damn damn damn!' the criminal swore to himself as he felt the piercing gaze of the lizard man. He had lost his grip on the gun in the blast, and now it rested on the ground between him and that... that thing.
'Where in the hell did that thing come from?' the man asked himself. the creature's grin, more fearsome than it's stare made the man's breath catch in his throat.
'I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die...' the mantra reverberated through the man's mind. Just as he thought the creature was about to strike it looked elsewhere.
It seemed to look everywhere, until it's stare settled on... oh god... the one who called it. The creature seemed puzzled for a second. Then it uttered a phrase that finally sent the man over the edge.
"Command me," the creature rasped, it's lisping voice echoing in the terrified man's ears.
The man, scared beyond reason, bolted. He didn't know where to go, just that it had to be safer than here.
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Sketch's point of view:
"Command me," the creature demanded, Just before the man, who had been so cocky moments before, ran.
A grin invaded Sketch's face as the gravity of the situation sank in.
"Fetch." he ordered.
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The Reptilian's point of view:
"Fetch," the youngling ordered. The word was alien to him, but the meaning somehow made itself known: "retrieve".
The Reptilian was eager to do so, if a little disappointed that he was only to capture the being. But then the chase was usually the most fun part of the hunt.
The coward had taken to the forest, it was obvious that he was unaccustomed to these surroundings, as he seemed unable to avoid the whipping branches, nor the roots of the trees that often tripped him. The Reptilian, far more familiar with the obstacles of a forest, had no trouble shadowing the creature. And altho an interesting diversion he quickly bored of this particular chase. The Reptilian chose to end the hunt after the being stumbled and fell yet again.
Stalking up behind the creature, the reptilian grabbed him by the arm, spun around and roared in his face.
As expected, the creature promptly fainted. which made the return trip to the commander quite a bit more convenient.
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The Titans stared after the creature for a moment.
"What. The. HECK WAS THAT THING!?" Beastboy shouted.
"Um... well... it was my drawing... sorta..." Sketch stammered.
"How long have you been able to do that?" I/O asked, looking sidelong at him as he stowed his weapon.
"A little less than a year," Sketch explained, "Jinx has been helping me learn to do it."
"And you never told me you could do something freaky like that!?" Belle exclaimed.
"Um... You never asked?" Sketch replied sheepishly.
"That thing won't... hurt him will it?" Nightwing asked.
"No, no. It'll only do what I ask it to."
"And what exactly did you ask it to do?"
"He'll go catch him and bring him back here." Sketch replied. "See? Here it comes now."
In the distance the creature was making his way back to them across the field, the strange man slung across his shoulder.
The Titans were watching the creature stalk toward them. When a tearing sound was heard, and the creature vanished in a flash of light, dropping the crook on the ground with a loud thump.
"What has happened?" Starfire exclaimed looking to Sketch for an answer, but the boy was lying on the ground unconscious.
Raven bent down to examine him. "He's exhausted his mystic energy, he'll be fine with some rest. I suggest we go back to the tower now..."
"Right," Nightwing agreed, nodding curtly. "BB, You take that guy to jail and meet us back at the tower."
"Aye aye Boss," Beastboy replied, snapping a salute. before running off and changing forms into a pterasaur and flying off with the crook in tow.
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"What happened!?" Jinx asked franticly when she saw the Titans enter the tower, with Nightwing carrying Sketch.
"I think we need to talk," He said grimly, "Sketch'll be fine, but apparently we need to start working with him, and you, to advance his training."
"So... you know?" Jinx asked.
"Heck yeah we know!" Terra exclaimed "It was awesome!"
"It was impressive." Nightwing admitted. "But I still say we should start training him more regularly."
"Alright," Jinx conceded.
"Okay. Jinx, You and Raven should manage this." Nightwing said, turning to the woman. "Tell me if you need anything."
"...right." She replied.
The look I/O sent at the unconscious boy went unnoticed by almost everyone.
"What's the matter?" Belle asked as she moved to stand by him. "Jealous?"
"Of him?" I/O replied tartly "Not a chance."
"Hmm," Belle pondered as she watched the boy storm off.
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Author's Section
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James: No insult taken. In fact I take it as quite a compliment. (Assuming you mean what I think you do by Technics) I'm afraid I'm unfamiliar with most terms used in literary analysis, mostly because i read and write for the enjoyment of it. But it's interesting to hear of and learn new words, never know when they'll come in handy. And rest assured, we have no plans to end the story soon.
Stephen: We're really glad you like the story, and it's really interesting to know that people are reading our story from an analytical point of view. We've got so many ideas for this series & it would be a total crime not to use 'em, so expect this fanfic to keep on going forward and hopefully farther than even we expected.
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James: Happy Birthday! And thanks, We do try to get the chapters up quicker, but we never seem to be able to. I suppose it would be better if we put together some sorta schedule, but that would require more organization than either of us are capable of, heh. We're glad you like the stories, we do try and make them as enjoyable as we can. I enjoyed your story also, and look forward to your updating it. (By the way... what's KOLA mean?)
Stephen: Happy belated Birthday and thanx for sticking with us while we try to get this story up & done. Thanx for the kind words & we're trying to make the story as funny as possible. I'm still in the midst of recovering from a weekend long soda binge, so it's nice to meet someone who enjoys getting hyper. But what exactly is a KOLA...is it like a koala,cuz if so, ...I'M A BADGER!!!!!!
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James: Hmm... well, it's true we don't get many reviews. But I figure Quality over quantity, so I'm not to concerned. To answer your question: It took us about a month fr our first update, maybe a little more.
Steve: Good to know you like one of our characters, & as for the lack of reviews, all we can do is wait & see what comes up as we get the story farther going. Next time we hope the story gets along quicker next chapter.Thanx for waiting as we update though &we're hoping to keep the story more entertaining and funny.
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Steve: Well, chapter three's finally up & done, now it's time to get started on chapter four, and along with that we're gonna have a few changes made. 1) We're introducing the new character we spoke of. 2) We expect we may have to up the rating a little, due to our plans for this character (no major issue I think, just better to appease the moderators) and well......that's about it.
James: Gaah! It's getting loose! It broke the cage!
Electrical noises are heard as they try to subdue... something
James: AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH! It's got my leg! HELP ME YOU FOOL!!
Steve: OH S--T!!!! WHERE'S THE TRANQ GUN!!!! SOMEONE CALL THE TEEN TITANS!!!!
James: NO! They can't know yet! It's gotta be a surprise!
Steve: Well then what ...do...we...hey..HEY! DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!!! ...uhhhh...NIce new character.. you don't wanna hurt the auth...AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
the sounds of a vicious mauling can be heard, along with much biting and clothes ripping
James: Um... We'll get this under control... and be back soon... I hope... Oh dear god... WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HIM!?
Steve: Until then..he hope duck we hope to get chapter 4 smack up & running and choke choke choke so we can finally get things forward...ASSUMING WE'RE STILL ALIVE!!!! OH DEAR GOD !!!! IT'S GIVING ME A WEDGIE!!!