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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Jan 11, 2013 1:48:08 GMT -5
==> Wong: Upchuck.
What, no recap? It's been a long two days and- Okay, fine then. No recap. Psych! Like anyone who's narrative style requires rambling, overly stiflingly ornate stylistic additions and misused words wouldn't jump at the chance for a recap. You and your sis have finally made it to Washington state after a debacle with hired guns, and a gunshot wound to the knee. You lost the pain stuff the doc gave you, so the past few hours have been getting progressively woozy, but you think you've been handling yourself pretty well. Until now, that is. You feel carsick but not that carsick. Upchucking seems like it'd compound a pretty pointless, unsolicited piece of foolishness upon a thousand, prior, even more pointless, unsolicited pieces of foolishnesses. Foolishnesses. Huh. Is that even the plural-
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #545454; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 13px; font-family: courier new; color: gold;]WONG: Sis, is foolishnesses a-
[/font][/blockquote] ==> Wong: Scream.
You groan a little as the car goes faster, slamming you into your backseat. You thought you'd gotten used to the delirious driving capabilities of your sister, but apparently not.
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #545454; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 13px; font-family: courier new; color: gold;]WONG: Urk.
[/font][/blockquote] ==> Meteor: Fall. Oh man, oh man oh man oh man!
You don't have feelings, of course, that'd be stupid. You're a chunk of space rock that's been whistling sweet dixie out of the brand new molecules of oxygen and nitrogen and other less numerous bits that you've been hitting.
But, like, if you did have feelings (which is still stupid) you'd feel something like:
Oh goodness! Because honestly, you've been waiting your whole (non)-life for this. And now you're nearly there, nearly BROOOM! and BAM! and light and noise, and almost there almost there almost-
[/font] ==> Wong: Notice. Something explodes, far away, bursting like a thunderclap.
You turn your head backwards. Blink.
Then you blink some more, surprise making you dull. There is fire on the horizon. Fire and-
The shockwave hits the car from the back, picks it up like a ragdoll and flings it forward.
At least you manage not to upchuck, you think to yourself before everything goes dark.
[/font] All images credited to Andrew Hussie
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Jan 11, 2013 2:19:41 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] AS: That’s what. ==> Sis: Lighten up a little?
You wish, but with all of this crazy shit happening, not going to happen. You’re eyes scan the horizon, the red and grey everywhere. You wonder if the apocalypse has just begun. But there isn’t much time for that thinks as the car starts flying from the impact from the meteor you narrowly missed.
[/font] [style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] AS: Hold on! ==> Sis: Be concerned
Yeah, you are. This is your little bro for crying out loud! You would do just about everything… This is what you are doing right now. The car thumps back down the ground and your foot hits the acceleration once more. Your chest is heaving either with excitement or fear, maybe a mixture of both. You’ve learned to harness these two feelings thanks to master.
[/font] ==> Sis: Remember that time?
Mist covers yours eyes as you think about the past. It’s as if this world is melting away, the protection of daydreaming comes back. But then you shake your head. THIS IS STUPID!You’re eyes look up once more to see another falling rock come your way.
[/font] ==> Sis: SPEED IT UP! SPEED IT UP!
Shut up! You’re doing it, you’re doing it; obviously this person has never dodged meteors before. And thinking about it, neither have you. Butterflies thump around in your stomach. You need to find him. You need to find Jett Hunter.
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Post by PARCAE PELTIS on Jan 11, 2013 2:24:27 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #ffffff; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 2b0057; text-align: left;]catastropheCannibal[CC] began trolling auspiciousSniper [AS] at --:--
CC: the heir's unconscious. CC: slammed his head into the that grey paneling in front what a LOSER, CC: hee hee hee. CC: anyway! CC: me and you gotta talk reel- CC: whoops! It really is GODDAMN infectious. CC: -real quick about something.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Jan 11, 2013 2:30:59 GMT -5
==> Sis: Check Pester
It was this person, a deep from overcomes your face. They said your bro’s knocked out; you slowly turn to look at him. Yep, that was definitely a person unconscious. Must’ve hit his head on the landing, just great. You let out a deep and heavy sigh.
[/font] [style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] AS: Ya know what. AS: Right now is not the right time. AS: So, if you have something to say, you better say it quickly or else I’m going to ignore you. AS: And by quickly as in hopefully you can type fast before I close my phone.
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Post by PARCAE PELTIS on Jan 11, 2013 2:35:53 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #ffffff; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 2b0057; text-align: left;]CC: YEAH alright i get it you're a BUSY BROAD, stuff to DO, monsters to slay. CC: (i TOTALLY sympathize there, no one here ever seems to get off their taintchafing nooks to DO stuff, CC: it's annoying, you know???) CC: so here's the message: CC: girl, make the MIRACLE happen. CC: cut doom-boy's hand off.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Jan 11, 2013 2:40:30 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] AS: Wait…
==> Sis: Listen to the sound of a record scratching
Yeah, heard that one before. Not a very fun sound to hear.
[/font] [style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] AS: What!? AS: I AS: I can’t do something like that! AS: That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard!!
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Post by PARCAE PELTIS on Jan 11, 2013 2:43:02 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #ffffff; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 2b0057; text-align: left;]CC: it's either that or CC: he becomes a DOOMSPRITE, CC: and you really DON'T want to know, CC: what a prototyped ring with the powers of a HEIR OF DOOM, CC: are capable of.
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Jan 11, 2013 3:04:36 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] AS: …
==> Sis: Slow the car down
The wheels screech to a halt. A moment or two passes by as you stare at your phone. This has been loads of mess up, this has to be a part of the game, one that you’ve hidden away until Wong could play once more. Of course, you start to feel your eyes burn, tears threatening to come out. You turn to look at your knocked out brother.
[/font] ==> Sis: Some form of affection?
You slowly bring a hand up to his bruised forehead. A chuckle escapes your mouth as you brush some bangs aside. You don’t understand what this person means but it seems like it’s important. You lightly stroke his cheek, such a silly boy. A melancholic smile crosses your face before turning into a frown once more. There was no time for this.
[/font] ==> Sis: Drive! Drive like the wind!
And that is what you do. A form a freedom you’ve always believed; these speed limits mean nothing to you, just things to hold you back.
[/font] [style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] AS: Fine. AS: I don’t want to do this. AS: But it seems like I don’t have a choice.
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Post by PARCAE PELTIS on Jan 11, 2013 16:50:24 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #ffffff; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 2b0057; text-align: left;]CC: ... CC: wait, that's IT? CC: no ACCUSATIONS of dastardly PLOTS, CC: no ASSUMPTIONS of malicious MIRACLES, CC: no ASSIGNATIONS of tediously melodramatic BLAME, CC: just... OK???
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Jan 11, 2013 16:53:21 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] AS: You’ll be surprised as to how many weird and foolish requests I get. AS: If this is a way to protect Wong. I’ll do. AS: I’m not happy about this, but you seem to know something. AS: How can I argue with that?
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Post by PARCAE PELTIS on Jan 11, 2013 17:01:25 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #ffffff; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: 2b0057; text-align: left;]CC: hee hee hee, CC: i always did like you BEST, CC: out of all the intriguing, hornless fleshbags running around, CC: you never acted QUITE as expected, CC: always, CC: BREAKING the MOLD. CC: at the most UNEXPECTED junctures, CC: like here you are, FORGETTING YOUR QUIRK CC: willing to INJURE your good BRO. CC: BUT!!!! CC: you shouldn't trust us. CC: we're your GODS, CC: after all. >;o CC: and the favor of gods is FICKLE!!!
catastropheCannibal[CC] ceased trolling auspiciousSniper [AS] at --:--
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Jan 11, 2013 17:22:20 GMT -5
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] AS: …
==> Sis: O….K?
You never really enjoyed talking to this person. This person or could it be people, were not your gods or any assortment of entities. Of course, you did have to agree to CC, you did always go against the tide of thinking that other people had of you. And you did speak the truth, there were missions that were a little off and unusual but you also rolled with it; if it gave you money you did it.
[/font] ==> Sis: Is little brother ok?
Yeah, a little bruise isn’t going to hurt him. He’s a lot tougher than he looks. You look over and smile at him as he’s just slumped in the chair. Once more this is something you don’t need to worry about, the only thing you need to do is to get Wong and yourself to Jett’s home rapidly.
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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Jan 12, 2013 1:28:36 GMT -5
==> Wong: Wake Up.
Not yet. Not quite yet. Just for now, if only for a little while, you think you're going to let yourself rest. Just... just for five more minutes.
[/font][/blockquote] [/justify] ==> Wong: Dream.
It's.
It's a very pretty dream.
[/font] ==> Wong: Time's up! Wake, Heir!
Something comes out of your mouth. A feeble sound, the sort that dreams make when they die. It is not the note that discord strikes to tune his instrument, just a pale, ashen reminder of existence forgotten.
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #545454; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 13px; font-family: courier new; color: gold;]WONG: Urk.
[/font][/blockquote] Top image credited to Fate Bottom image credited to Andrew Hussie
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Post by JENY CHENLEI on Jan 12, 2013 1:55:20 GMT -5
==> Sis: Are you sure he’s fine?
Annoying voise in the back of your head, yes you are sure! Sometimes you just need to sleep of an injury. Actually thinking about he could’ve gotten a concussion. Well, this adds even more to his injure list. This poor boy can’t get a break.
[/font] ==> Sis: Concern? Be concerned!
What kind of dream is he having? You blink slowly as you look at him. The road isn’t very busy so you have no concerns looking away for a moment. He made a noise and it didn’t sound too good, maybe it’s time to wake him? Oh well, now you don’t need to worry about that.
[/font] [style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #FFF8C6; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 11px; font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: maroon; text-align: left;] JENY: Hey (o・_・)ノ”(ノ_<。) JENY: How does your head feel? (ーー JENY: As you can tell, you hit it pretty hard.
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Post by WONG CHENLEI on Jan 14, 2013 2:09:23 GMT -5
==> Wong: Answer.
[style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #545454; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 13px; font-family: courier new; color: gold;]WONG: I... I think so? WONG: Sis! WONG: The road, it's-
[/font][/blockquote] ==> The car's still moving, so you turn your head. There's dust everywhere, but more importantly...
Even from this distance, you can feel the heat.
The sky is on fire. The sky, the road, the forest - everything. Behind you is just a rolling mass of indistinct car carcasses and lurid orange-red flames.
You are, and not just a little, stunned by the magnitude of the devastation. Your voice comes out very small. [/font] [style=width: 450px; padding: 10 25; background: #545454; border: 1px dashed black; font-size: 13px; font-family: courier new; color: gold;]WONG: What happened?
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