Yeah, I don't own dragon booster, just vysa, kett, mecra, and their dragons
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Chapter 3; Arguments and Techno-Babble
Parm was making a list of what people needed to work on for the Libris Pike, an obstacle course spin off of the Horn of Libris race. 'Okay, Artha, what do you need to work on," asked Parm.
"Nothing."
"I'll put that down as overconfident."
"Hey!"
"Um, Moordryd?"
"I'll say teamwork, just so you can put something on the list."
"I meant help!" yelled Parm as Artha chased him, trying to get the list to cross out the 'overconfident' comment,
"Put me down for recklessness, and Artha, if you want the list to say something other then overconfident, then give it to me," stated Kett. Artha snatched the list from Parm and handed it to her. "Let's see, cocky, arrogant, brash, full of himself..."
Moordryd, Kitt, Lance, and Parm burst out laughing. Artha yelled, "Guys! Guys! GUYS! I get it, I'm too sure of myself. But, Parm's too easily scarred, Kitt's too fast, can't keep up, and Lance is too, well, Lance."
"What do you mean too me? I'm drac! If I was any more drac, the world couldn't handle me!"
"Yeah," muttered Artha, "and according to the notes you bring home, you're already too drac for your teachers."
"What was that, stable boy?"
"Lance, I told you not to start that!" yelled Artha, "And Kett, put 'too immature' on the list."
"Okay, under which one of you?" Artha started towards her, and Beau tripped him with a regal tail swing. Artha glared at him.
Beau used the dragon's greatest weapon, the cheesy smile. (I found that line on a website, it's not mine.)
Kitt had been standing still, excluding the group laughing fit, this whole time. She finally yelled, 'QUIET!"
Everyone stared at her, Artha stopped yelling, Lance stopped insulting Artha, Parm stopped panicking, Kett stopped laughing like a maniac, and Moordryd stopped, well, he wasn't doing anything. Kitt took a few very exasperated breaths, and said, "Okay, are we done now?" Moordryd raised his hand, "Even if you weren't doing anything Payyn. Come on people, we have to work together for the Libris pike. And Parm, don't bother collecting all that data; I've paired everybody up for the race. Kett with Moordryd, Lance with Artha, you with me, there, we're all paired up."
"What, but my data shows that due to Moordryd's gear choices and Decepshun's gait, he should pair with...Kett. Well then, Due to Artha's general style he should pair with...Lance. Which leaves me with...you?"
"See Professor, I knew it. Of course, I also counted that nobody could handle Lance but Artha, and since Moordryd's really only good with Kett and Artha, that left Kett. Duh."
"Okay, so can we go over the race again?" asked Artha, sensing more tension.
"Oh, yes, well, of course," said Parm, "The Libris Pike, of Trickster Alley as it's called, is an event full of points requiring immense acrobatic maneuvering, thus leading to the actuality that whoever is motivating the dragon must be entirely in harmony with the acrobat so no grievous injuries occur in the duration of the competition."
"O-kay Parmesan, enough Techno-Babble," hissed Kett, who, like Kitt, got headaches from all that Techno Talk.
"It's Parmen Sean! And what do you mean 'Techno-Babble'?"
"I mean you're talking up a storm of words nobody understands!"
"Of course they understand! Right guys?"
Everyone else stared blankly at him; they had gone over this way too many times. Well, Moordryd sort of understood, so he put it simply, "The race is full of areas where you need to pull off some wild stunts, and the racer needs to be in sync with the one performing the jumps, or there could be major problems."
"Um was that what you said, Parm?" asked Artha. Parm nodded, thinking, 'No one understands me', while on the outside he said, "Yes, well, I suppose we'll have Moordryd on Decepshun, with Kett as acrobat, Artha on beau with Lance doing the jumps, and myself on Cyrano with,"
"No way, we're using Wylfyre. She's way faster than your Bull-Class."
"But, then I would have to mag-jump!"
'So, lance is doing it," said Artha, who, though he didn't want lance doing the stunts, he would be even less secure with his little brother steering. Fracshun was smart enough to know what lance wanted, not what his steering said, Beau might forget that at the speed they would be using.
It was going to be a long practice section.
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