Okay y'all, I've got something really important to tell you....
Jax: ....... So, what is it?
N/M Shin: Ummm, y'know...... that thing.
Jax: The dragon egg?
N/M Shin: No, that thing already hatched, remember!!? (Points to where small, bluey-silvery dragon curls up next to fireplace.)
Jax: When did we get a fireplace?
N/M Shin: That's not the point!!!
Jax: Okay, did you mean the fifty reviews party?
N/M Shin: No, but we'll get back to that.
Jax: Well, I can't think of anything else....
N/M Shin: We just talked about it this morning!!! Remember, chocolate chip pancakes? Running out of powdered sugar?
Jax: Your four-day weekend?
N/M Shin: No dammit!!!! The thing that concerns a reviewer, and some assistance and stuff!!!
Jax: Oh!!! THAT thing!!! Why don't you just tell them yourself?
N/M Shin: I don't know, just because.... I'll be hosting the party, and....well, you tell them.
Jax: Why me?
N/M Shin: Because I own you!!!!
Jax: Okay, the following announcement shall be said only once. It will be centered, bolded, and followed by information regarding it. Those of you wishing to cooperate should follow the given instructions in full, unless otherwise specified. Please do not include responses in a review. If you do so, you will not be considered, and will not be able to participate. Here is the big announcement:
Ninmenju-shin is looking for an experienced beta-reader.
They must have sent in at least three reviews thus far, to any of her stories.
Those who wish to apply must follow these steps:
E-mail Ninmenju-shin, telling her your penname, and when you will be available (Optional). Ninmenju-shin's e-mail address can be found at her bio page. Please comply by Tuesday, Oct. 12, 2004.
You must include your AIM screen name. AIM is extremely useful for a quick conversation, and will be used to make corrections. If you do not have an AIM screen name, or do not have AOL, then simply go to AOL. com and sign up there. Those without AIM will not be considered.
You must have written at least one story. Ninmenju-shin is looking for an experienced writer who can improve upon her writing and be a second pair of eyes to mistakes. This said, they must be moderately skilled, and have at least thirty reviews for at least one story.
And most importantly, the beta-reader must have parent permission, if younger than eighteen. Sure, you could fake it, you have no way of proving it anyway, but I would like to know that I do not put the beta-reader at risk. You could fake it, but if I found out, you would lose a valued thing from me. You would lose my trust.
Please E-mail me if you believe you have a reason to be an exception to any of these rules, and provide me with that reason.
Thank you.
Jax: (Takes deep breathe) Okay, I think that's everything.
N/M Shin: Now do you see why I didn't want to do it?!!
Jax: Now that that's out of the way, how about the other matters at hand?
N/M Shin: First off, I have a four-day weekend!!! Yay!!!! Friday is a make up day, for those who are missing assignments, and Monday is Columbus Day!!! Yay for the man who learned that the earth was round!!!!!!
Second...off, my dragon egg hatched!!! So, say hello to my brand new muse-like buddy!!! This, my friends, is Zephyr!!!! Isn't that just the coolest name you've ever heard!!?
Zephyr is an air dragon, and I have been given the following information about air dragons from Taiba:
Ninmenju-shin gets the egg of an air dragon, whom, when hatched, is the most elite of all fliers. Albeit small, it is fast, reaching speeds of over 75 miles an hour when flying at top speed.
And that is all that I know. Zephyr is small and silvery-blue, and has dark blue wings. He rocks, and deserves respect. (Pronounced zeff-er)
Third off, the fifty reviews party will be held in the next chapter. The author's note for this chapter is already too long, what with the beta reader thing and all. Everyone who reviewed is invited, of course. There will be coke floats, vanilla coke/Pepsi, and any other drink if you are opposed to imaginary/pretend alcohol. MOOgoestheCHICKEN will be the barkeeper in Ginger's absence, also because Zephyr is too young to be a bartender. He will be doing hat check, however, so don't hesitate to bring a hat!!!
And fourth off, PLEASE TELL ME THAT EVERY BB&RAE SHIPPER SAW SPELLBOUND BECAUSE IT WAS OUR ULTIMATE MOMENT!!!! God, I feel so warm and huggly.... can anyone tell me where I can find the hug screenshot because I MUST MAKE IT AN ICON!!!! They hugged they hugged they hugged!!!!! And Cy just had to ruin it!!!! Damn him!!!! (Runs after Cyborg with a spork)
And that is the news for today.
Jax: This may be our longest author's note ever.....
N/M Shin: And that's a bad thing?
Terra: Everything in this fic is bad!!!!
N/M Shin: What did you just say to me?!!! Smoke her Zephyr!!!
Zephyr: (Breathes bright white fire at Terra) Grrr...!! (Gives pathetic baby-roar)
Terra: (Now very crispy) Cough... another muse?!! Why do you need another muse??!!
N/M Shin: How about me, Jax, and Zephyr explain to you why we do these things, while the nice people read the chapter? (Cracks knuckles)
Terra: And here it comes.... (Cowers in fear)
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The rain soaked his sleek green hair as he stood, concealed, behind the building. The robots were busy putting the bomb on the building, and as soon as they were done he would jump out. He had a plan, for once. He would wait for the robots to try to leave, stall them with a battle, wait till the others got there, and follow them when they ran away. Simple enough for him to follow.
I hope Darren and the girls are doing okay. He thought, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Waiting was never his strong point. The robots seemed to take hours to put the bomb together. It must have been a very tricky device.
Or very destructive. Now that was something he didn't want to think about.
Finally, the robots put the casing on the bomb and started to slink away. Beast Boy turned into a cheetah and ran to intercept them, putting his retractable claws out. He had been very patient, and now, he would get to kick some ass.
Now remember, go easy on them. You don't want to beat them, just make them run away. He reminded himself, growling at the familiar henchmen.
But, there are three of them. Maybe just one....it couldn't hurt.
He pounced, his hooked claws ready to latch onto their faces. He hadn't done this for a long time, and these guys were overdue for another thrashing.
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Meanwhile, the robot team was gliding towards their next target. Reports had come in that Flash was on monitor duty in Las Vegas, but they had already taken care of that. The robot's only power was speed, and once Raven had it levitating in the air, Star and Wildfire got some target practice. It was a very uneventful fight, and probably caused the least property damage of any fight they had ever had. Things just seemed to break whenever they were helping people, they couldn't help it.
Now they were heading towards Chicago, in search of the robotic Batman. (A/N Can't you just hear the theme song playing?) They had been flying silently for about two hours until the tall buildings came into view, silhouetted against the post-rain sky. Even in Chicago it had been raining, which gave the weather effect an ominous feel.
"All right, none of us even said a word on the way here, and it's getting really freaky!" Connie pointed out, tired of the thick silence.
"Oh gee, let's talk about the weather then," Darren replied sarcastically, "not."
"You have issues." She yelled back, flying up beside him.
"Yeah, and one of them's flying a little too close for comfort." He said, smirking.
She rammed him with her shoulder, and soon it was an all out shoving match. At first they just nudged each other playfully, but soon they were really trying to knock each other out of the sky. Darren whacked her with one of his wings, shocking her and causing her to fall. He swooped down and caught her before she fell too far, and they were in trouble for the rest of the fight. They kept on shooting competitive glances at one another, but it wasn't exactly communicating. Darren knew just how to handle this situation.
Hey Connie, I can read your mind.
How did you just say that?
Beats me.
So, what do you wanna talk about?
I dunno, the fight I guess.
I'm tired of talking about that, can't you think of anything else?
Well, wanna help me think of a superhero name?
We could call you..... Um, we could.......
Darren could feel her mind churning, thinking. It was strange to hear the random thoughts in her head, actually hear her mind work. And all he could think of was, man, these powers rock!
Man, I sure could use right now....
That's okay Con, I'm sure I'll think of something.
No wait, demons are from hell, right?
Well, I take offense to that.
No, think about it! We could call you....hellhound, or archfiend or something!
But, I'm a good guy!
Okay, if you're so smart, why don't you make some suggestions?
Maybe we could get something from another superhero team.
Isn't that copyright infringement?
Shut up! Like..... What was that lady's name from the X-men?
The Scarlet Witch?
Okay, can't use that one....
Wasn't there a team of kids, who, like, all died or something?
Hey, if they're dead, we can use their name!!
Damn..... What were they called?
Ummm.... the Hellions?
That's it!! I could be The Hellion!!!
How about just, 'Hellion'?
That works too.
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Sorry about the lameness and shortness, but I'm having major writers block. (Grumbles)
I did write a poem though...
Jax: Well, hopefully you'll be over this writer's block soon.
Zephyr: Until then, you guys could check out her poem! I really liked it!
Jax: What appreciation could a baby dragon possibly have for poetry?
Zephyr: Poetry rhymes with poultry!!!
Jax: No it doesn't!!! And that was completely irrelevant!!!
Zephyr: And poultry tastes better cooked! Cooked poultry is fun!! Fun rhymes with run!!
Jax:....... and?
Zephyr: Jax looks like poultry
Cooked poultry is fun
So I'd better start cooking
Before he can run!
Jax: (Horrified look) you're demented!!
Zephyr: And you're poultry!!! (Runs after Jax with George Foreman grill)
N/M Shin: Both of you stop right now!! You can't act like that in every chapter!!!
Jax: It's not my fault!!! He's a twisted little poet!!!
Zephyr: Poultry... poultry..... A sultry soul food.
N/M Shin: Zephyr, either do that to Terra or don't do it at all!!
Zephyr: Terra rhymes with marinara.... (Chases after Terra with large pepper grinder and sauce cook book)
Jax: Oh goody, the next Iron Chef....
N/M Shin: More like the next Texas Chainsaw Massacre....
Jax: The Atlanta Pepper Grinder Massacre....
N/M Shin: The author's notes are about to get a whole lot weirder....