Tuesday, September 25, 2012

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]

[ June 25, 2002, 11:47 AM: Message edited by: Zero X. Diamond ]

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