Posted By Zero X. Diamond (Member # 654) on :
At that moment, the images on the Nomad faded.
"However... we don't have enough resources to create so many weapons as of now. For now, we should concentrate on a weapon powerful enough to destroy them all, with knowledge of their skills and brain enough to stop them in their tracks."
[If this weren't an IF, you'd be thinking Eric was a bit of a schitzo with showing off some ideas and then suddenly changing his mind to believe he doesn't have the resources to make them, but hey, IF isn't single-writer fiction, there's always dysfunctionality in these things. XD]
"Wouldn't that take a really long time?" asked Jamar, sipping a freshly poured jynnan tonnyx.
"Yes, that it would." answered Eric.
"A really-" he sipped it again. "Really really long time?"
"At least seven days, sir."
[A week... that's not good odds with lots of ACs down there just HAMMERING to take you guys out, especially after what Dave and Johnny tried to pull earlier on you. >.>]
He paused.
"Seven... EARTH days?"
"Afraid not, sir. Seven of our days."
[Oh geez... that's even WORSE than having to wait a week. :P]
"Oh my. That could be a bit... hindering."
[You don't say, Jamar... you don't say? <.<]
-----
Back in the sewers, Bob was still tailing Sandra and company, being especially careful to both not be seen by them and not to be seen staring at Sandra by Crypha. They looked around.
[Still pretty damn sure they know Bob's there, probably they're just pretending to not notice because they have other things on their minds. :P]
"Ok, um... there. That wall should revolve. Behind it should be the preschool."
They pushed on the wall. Surely enough, it began turning. Bob felt a strange tingling in his hand. Kind of like he wanted to twitch and grab his knife. Fortunately for everyone, it was simply Crypha acting up a bit.
[lawl, wut? The hell is she doing to get you that nervous? XD]
"What the heck are you doing?" Bob whispered.
"Moving."
"Why?"
"Because I'm getting stuffy."
"Don't worry, you'll be out soon enough."
"I'd better."
[Crypha obviously is the one wearing the pants. :P]
It took a few minutes, but the group ahead of them eventually got through. Bob let Crypha out of the bottle. She came out in a puff of smoke, giggling like a schoolgirl.
"Wow, I feel great! Gimme a big hug!"
"OH MY DEAR GOD NO!"
[Bob, WHY.... WHY would you do that? You should've know better. XD]
From above, Poo made an observation.
"I could've SWORN I heard someone familiar saying 'Oh my dear god, no.'"
"Probably just your imagination, Poo."
[Meh, whatever... I still say they probably know he's there. I don't know why ZXD had Poo seem to be the only one who picked up on any of Bob and Crypha's antics. I just remember I went along with it back in the day. :P]
When Bob woke up from his shock, he immediately went for the wall. He didn't want to lose Sandra. Not at all.
-----
Far away in Winters, DWGM woke up with a start.
"AUGH! This weather is so retarded! Oh man..."
[Seriously?! The place is called Winters for a reason, you blathering fool. Do the thinking slowly, DWGM. :P]
He looked around, seeing a barren, snow ridden landscape as far as the eye could see. It was truly harsh terrain. Harsher than DWGM had ever expected. And then a thought crossed his mind.
I think I'll explore this wretched place. It just might have some materials the captain might need...
[Such as your body for nutrients when you freeze to death? :P]
Back on the Nomad, Nole was staring at a monitor, sitting in the captain's old chair. He smiled, watching DWGM wander helplessly through the snow.
Ah, the poor fool... He's lost in the snow... Maybe this will teach him to listen to a fool as big as Jamar...
[Not gonna lie, totally in agreement with Nole... a rare thing for me. <.<]
(Seven "Nomadian" days = 14 Earth Days. Hence the displeasure. As for the weapons situation, let Evil Omedramon loose. But try to keep the focus for the time being on a "final" weapon being developed.)
[Yeah, two weeks Earth time is NOT good odds for the Nomad. >.>]
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Post #105 (Losarian Prodigy)
Posted By The Losar (Member # 361) on :
"...a humanoid Paladin with a Dark Sword."
"Won't that... contradict its power and make it weaker?" asked Jamar.
[You obviously don't know of Death Knights, Jamar. :P]
"Er... possibly, but then there's the possibility of excellence too, since one of the fighters that finished Pictos was a Dark human with a strange Holy sword. Then we have, to pit against the White Knight, a Sorcerer."
"Socerer? Explain."
"Well..." the scientist fumbled over an explaination. "Think of a person skilled in the elements and in the way of the sword."
[Basically, the Mage Knight from FF5 or someone like Terra or Celes? :P]
"And you made this by salvaging unneccesary items?" Jamar looked confused.
"Correct, sir."
Jamar scratched his head.
[Yeah, short post... I guess it was meant to be a lead-in for the next post. :P]
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"...a humanoid Paladin with a Dark Sword."
"Won't that... contradict its power and make it weaker?" asked Jamar.
[You obviously don't know of Death Knights, Jamar. :P]
"Er... possibly, but then there's the possibility of excellence too, since one of the fighters that finished Pictos was a Dark human with a strange Holy sword. Then we have, to pit against the White Knight, a Sorcerer."
"Socerer? Explain."
"Well..." the scientist fumbled over an explaination. "Think of a person skilled in the elements and in the way of the sword."
[Basically, the Mage Knight from FF5 or someone like Terra or Celes? :P]
"And you made this by salvaging unneccesary items?" Jamar looked confused.
"Correct, sir."
Jamar scratched his head.
[Yeah, short post... I guess it was meant to be a lead-in for the next post. :P]
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Post #104 (Greatest Mog on Earth)
Posted By Greatest Mog On Earth (Member # 309) on :
"Pokaku opokak, Kop apo! (That thing is gone, good riddance!)" said GMOE when he couldn't find Crypha anywhere.
"Kokapup ukopap, kopopu? (What have you got against it, brother?)" replied Kapeka, breaking away from the TV.
[Interesting she defends Crypha, considering how much frustration she had in trying to fight her. >.>]
"Brett kopakop Puka puk, kupa kopo! (Brett died fighting it, that's what!)" retorted GMOE.
"Ku kopapem kepop ko Crypha, Ke Kopepokak Brett Kopu Kopek! (You can't blame it on Crypha, she didn't ask Brett to sacrifice himself!)" Said Kapeka angrily.
[THANK YOU. Thank you much Kapeka, for stating exactly the truth of what happened. @_@]
"Kap opek! kapapap ukepapoka! (But he did anyway! and that makes her just as guilty!) Said GMOE.
[The fook? o.O How does that make any sense? :P
Yes, I stole that expression from Edobean. Forgive me, Edo. ;_;]
"Kopopopopo kapekek kopo! Epukak, kopapek! (If you're gonna be like that, Then I'm not going to talk to you!) shouted Kapeka.
Kapek epu! (Fine then!) said GMOE matter-of-factly.
[And that's.... that? o.O]
---------On the Nomad---------
"Captain Sir, we've recieved the reports on the resistors on the surface."
"Yes, and?" Asked Jamar.
"All but three appear to be human. Except Nebiroth, there are two that are of a very, interesting species." Said the scientist.
[Time to show off the species of Moogles to the Nomad. :P]
"Hmm, show me."
The scientist pressed a button on the control panel, and a picture of GMOE appeared on the screen.
"An unknown species. They appear to be sentient. Though they are somewhat humanoid, they are definitely not descended from apes."
[No shemp, sherlock... :P]
"Hmmm," said Jamar. "What else do you have to show me?"
"Well, sir, by salvaging all unnecesary items on the ship, we've prepared Evil-Omedramon. Not only that, but we've created a weapon for each of them, specially tailored to exploit their weaknesses."
[I get the idea of specialization, but remember... the Nomad only has so many resources left, GMOE. >.>]
"Excellent! Show them to me." said Jamar, excited.
The scientist pushed a button on the control panel, and a picture of Kapeka came up.
"Her fighting style is quick and impulsive. for her, we've created the Hydrogen-Oxygen Seductress. She will be able to handle her, meeting her attacks wtih smooth, well-planned attacks of her own."
[Not a bad concept, no lie. Counter someone with the opposite element and nature. :P]
"For the other one, there is the Nightmare Creature. His Dark powers will be able to drown out all hope, and his strong attack will take advantage of of his smallness."
[Because we all know GMOE broke down the door to his house with one hit... except he hurt his hand rather lulzily on it. :P]
"Anything else?" asked Jamar.
"Oh, each one has his or her own, next, we have..."
(I'm not going to make your monsters for you, do it yourself)
[Fair point, he makes here. <.<]
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"Pokaku opokak, Kop apo! (That thing is gone, good riddance!)" said GMOE when he couldn't find Crypha anywhere.
"Kokapup ukopap, kopopu? (What have you got against it, brother?)" replied Kapeka, breaking away from the TV.
[Interesting she defends Crypha, considering how much frustration she had in trying to fight her. >.>]
"Brett kopakop Puka puk, kupa kopo! (Brett died fighting it, that's what!)" retorted GMOE.
"Ku kopapem kepop ko Crypha, Ke Kopepokak Brett Kopu Kopek! (You can't blame it on Crypha, she didn't ask Brett to sacrifice himself!)" Said Kapeka angrily.
[THANK YOU. Thank you much Kapeka, for stating exactly the truth of what happened. @_@]
"Kap opek! kapapap ukepapoka! (But he did anyway! and that makes her just as guilty!) Said GMOE.
[The fook? o.O How does that make any sense? :P
Yes, I stole that expression from Edobean. Forgive me, Edo. ;_;]
"Kopopopopo kapekek kopo! Epukak, kopapek! (If you're gonna be like that, Then I'm not going to talk to you!) shouted Kapeka.
Kapek epu! (Fine then!) said GMOE matter-of-factly.
[And that's.... that? o.O]
---------On the Nomad---------
"Captain Sir, we've recieved the reports on the resistors on the surface."
"Yes, and?" Asked Jamar.
"All but three appear to be human. Except Nebiroth, there are two that are of a very, interesting species." Said the scientist.
[Time to show off the species of Moogles to the Nomad. :P]
"Hmm, show me."
The scientist pressed a button on the control panel, and a picture of GMOE appeared on the screen.
"An unknown species. They appear to be sentient. Though they are somewhat humanoid, they are definitely not descended from apes."
[No shemp, sherlock... :P]
"Hmmm," said Jamar. "What else do you have to show me?"
"Well, sir, by salvaging all unnecesary items on the ship, we've prepared Evil-Omedramon. Not only that, but we've created a weapon for each of them, specially tailored to exploit their weaknesses."
[I get the idea of specialization, but remember... the Nomad only has so many resources left, GMOE. >.>]
"Excellent! Show them to me." said Jamar, excited.
The scientist pushed a button on the control panel, and a picture of Kapeka came up.
"Her fighting style is quick and impulsive. for her, we've created the Hydrogen-Oxygen Seductress. She will be able to handle her, meeting her attacks wtih smooth, well-planned attacks of her own."
[Not a bad concept, no lie. Counter someone with the opposite element and nature. :P]
"For the other one, there is the Nightmare Creature. His Dark powers will be able to drown out all hope, and his strong attack will take advantage of of his smallness."
[Because we all know GMOE broke down the door to his house with one hit... except he hurt his hand rather lulzily on it. :P]
"Anything else?" asked Jamar.
"Oh, each one has his or her own, next, we have..."
(I'm not going to make your monsters for you, do it yourself)
[Fair point, he makes here. <.<]
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Post #103 (Zero X. Diamond)
Posted By Zero X. Diamond (Member # 654) on :
Bob slipped out of the little group without much notice. Luckily for him. All those hugs from Crypha were starting to sting. He had a foreboding feeling that he had forgotten something. Then it hit him like a brick wall.
[Poor Bob's probably given himself Brainshock by now. :(]
Of course! How could I forget about my knife?
[Yes, how COULD you, shoe-brandisher? :P]
He climbed into the closet and fished about for his his favorite weapon. His knife was eventually pulled from the shoes. Fortunately. Crypha had noticed Bob by now.
"Hi Bob!"
["Hi, face of death...." o.o]
"Guh! I was busy finding my knife, Crypha."
At that moment, the nearest memory scanner landed on him. He swatted for it, completely missing it.
[lawl, obviously ZXD's way of leading into a later post where he gets his memories scanned. In the old days, the ACs in other IFs would probably have easily destroyed the memory scanners, and claimed they knew they had been there the whole time. XD]
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Bob said. "Just a fly landing on me."
Little did Bob know that it was a memory scanner, sent by the Nomad. Bob looked at Crypha, who was stretching her arms out again. He rolled out of the closet, clutching the knife closely, just barely missing the hug from Crypha.
[That knife is pretty important to him, for more than one reason, which we'll see later.]
Another thing confronted him now. Sandra was leaving. It was quite a dillemma. He didn't want to leave her and her infinite beauty.
[XD]
Then he realized. He didn't have to! He could tail them in secrecy! But what about Crypha? Surely she'd make too much noise. He dug around the closet some more. He felt something like plastic in his hand.
He grabbed it, revealing it to be an empty Coca-Cola Bottle. Bob stared deeply into it. Of what significance could he dub the bottle? He looked at it, then at what lied right beyond it and grinned.
[The hell are you up to, Bob? :P]
"You want me...?"
"Uh huh."
"To climb..."
"Uh huh!"
"Into the Coke bottle?"
"Yep, that's about it, Crypha."
[Oh gods, lawl. I guess it could make sense, considering she can condense herself due to being misty. :P]
She thought about it, occasionally peeking over at the bottle.
"Aww, why not? It couldn't do me any harm to have a little luxury, could it?"
With that, she vanished into the Coke bottle. He stuck her into his pocket and peeked into the sewer. It was dark and dreary. His kind of place.
[Oh I bet Bob, how many bodies have you disposed of in these sewers that the others don't know about? D:]
He snuck on down and took a look at the ground. It appeared they had went to the west by the impressions in the sewer mud. Bob followed their prints closely. When they came into sight, Bob ducked behind the nearest support.
"There they are. Paula, Poo, Nebiroth and... Sandra..."
Bob was starstruck for a bit. That is, he was starstruck until Crypha figured out what he was staring at. She gave him a little shock.
"Ow! Hey, that's not nice..."
[Do I detect a little bit of envy, Crypha? o.O]
Poo looked around a bit.
"Hmm, I could've sworn I heard a voice saying something wasn't nice."
"Naw, you must be imagining things."
[To be honest, the kind of company Poo's group has, I'm very doubtful they really DIDN'T know they were being followed. Two or three of them can probably feel out a person's very mind itself. The other has a strong sense of smell. >.>]
With that, they continued on, unaware of being tailed.
(This post brings in the jealousy factor. Crypha is jealous of Bob's feelings towards Sandra. Go figure. And I came here to edit it, but didn't need to change much. I wrote pretty good for someone who's literally falling asleep at 3 in the morning...)
[Yes, Crypha likes Bob... the same way he likes Sandra of course. It'll make for a little bit of slapstick down the road. :P]
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Bob slipped out of the little group without much notice. Luckily for him. All those hugs from Crypha were starting to sting. He had a foreboding feeling that he had forgotten something. Then it hit him like a brick wall.
[Poor Bob's probably given himself Brainshock by now. :(]
Of course! How could I forget about my knife?
[Yes, how COULD you, shoe-brandisher? :P]
He climbed into the closet and fished about for his his favorite weapon. His knife was eventually pulled from the shoes. Fortunately. Crypha had noticed Bob by now.
"Hi Bob!"
["Hi, face of death...." o.o]
"Guh! I was busy finding my knife, Crypha."
At that moment, the nearest memory scanner landed on him. He swatted for it, completely missing it.
[lawl, obviously ZXD's way of leading into a later post where he gets his memories scanned. In the old days, the ACs in other IFs would probably have easily destroyed the memory scanners, and claimed they knew they had been there the whole time. XD]
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Bob said. "Just a fly landing on me."
Little did Bob know that it was a memory scanner, sent by the Nomad. Bob looked at Crypha, who was stretching her arms out again. He rolled out of the closet, clutching the knife closely, just barely missing the hug from Crypha.
[That knife is pretty important to him, for more than one reason, which we'll see later.]
Another thing confronted him now. Sandra was leaving. It was quite a dillemma. He didn't want to leave her and her infinite beauty.
[XD]
Then he realized. He didn't have to! He could tail them in secrecy! But what about Crypha? Surely she'd make too much noise. He dug around the closet some more. He felt something like plastic in his hand.
He grabbed it, revealing it to be an empty Coca-Cola Bottle. Bob stared deeply into it. Of what significance could he dub the bottle? He looked at it, then at what lied right beyond it and grinned.
[The hell are you up to, Bob? :P]
"You want me...?"
"Uh huh."
"To climb..."
"Uh huh!"
"Into the Coke bottle?"
"Yep, that's about it, Crypha."
[Oh gods, lawl. I guess it could make sense, considering she can condense herself due to being misty. :P]
She thought about it, occasionally peeking over at the bottle.
"Aww, why not? It couldn't do me any harm to have a little luxury, could it?"
With that, she vanished into the Coke bottle. He stuck her into his pocket and peeked into the sewer. It was dark and dreary. His kind of place.
[Oh I bet Bob, how many bodies have you disposed of in these sewers that the others don't know about? D:]
He snuck on down and took a look at the ground. It appeared they had went to the west by the impressions in the sewer mud. Bob followed their prints closely. When they came into sight, Bob ducked behind the nearest support.
"There they are. Paula, Poo, Nebiroth and... Sandra..."
Bob was starstruck for a bit. That is, he was starstruck until Crypha figured out what he was staring at. She gave him a little shock.
"Ow! Hey, that's not nice..."
[Do I detect a little bit of envy, Crypha? o.O]
Poo looked around a bit.
"Hmm, I could've sworn I heard a voice saying something wasn't nice."
"Naw, you must be imagining things."
[To be honest, the kind of company Poo's group has, I'm very doubtful they really DIDN'T know they were being followed. Two or three of them can probably feel out a person's very mind itself. The other has a strong sense of smell. >.>]
With that, they continued on, unaware of being tailed.
(This post brings in the jealousy factor. Crypha is jealous of Bob's feelings towards Sandra. Go figure. And I came here to edit it, but didn't need to change much. I wrote pretty good for someone who's literally falling asleep at 3 in the morning...)
[Yes, Crypha likes Bob... the same way he likes Sandra of course. It'll make for a little bit of slapstick down the road. :P]
[ June 25, 2002, 11:47 AM: Message edited by: Zero X. Diamond ]
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