It may be an intellectual but it IS Stravo's Brainchild, remember.Zaia wrote:The brain just HAD to grab my ass to get out, didn't it.
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"The best part of 'believe' is the lie."
It's always the quiet ones.
"The best part of 'believe' is the lie."
It's always the quiet ones.
Point.Mark S wrote:It may be an intellectual but it IS Stravo's Brainchild, remember.Zaia wrote:The brain just HAD to grab my ass to get out, didn't it.
"On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics." -Richard Feynman
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*tackles Chibizilla laughing* Hurrah for insane weird Reptile critter
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*glares at Cyran* You would never really do that to Z would ya?
!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*glares at Cyran* You would never really do that to Z would ya?
the longer i wait,the more i forget.the more i forget, the longer the list of desires grows. for that which is wanted is forbidden. and we all know that forbidden fruit is often the sweetest.Don'tcha wish your g/f was a witch like me?~*~AYVBABTU
PART 14: They're Cute At That Age
*OPEN UP on ZAIA digging around in a closet and stifling giggles. There's a distant crash*
CYRAN: Ow!
ZAIA: Make sure he doesn't break anything!
CHIBIZILLA: Rooooonnk!
*she continues digging for a moment and finds a video camera, then chuckles and switches it on. CUT TO ZAIACAM as it goes bouncing down the hall. There's another crash from the room ahead. The ZAIACAM turns the corner to reveal CYRAN stumbling back and forth on his new trio of legs*
CYRAN: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoooaaaa!
*CHIBIZILLA and LINDAR run alongside CYRAN, arms ready to catch him if he topples over*
BRAINCHILD: The problem is that Cyran's brain is optimized for and comfortable with a bipedal mode of locomotion. Suddenly swapping that for this new tripedal lower body, and to have done so under such traumatic circumstances is thus disorienting. My hypothesis is that it will be roughly another five point seven minutes before Cyran begins inputting his new sensory and balance perception correctly.
CYRAN: Fucking pessimist.
*he stumbles again and nearly falls*
ZAIA: Someday you'll look back on this and laugh.
CYRAN: Yeah, right. I'm forgetting this as soon as humanly poss- *he notices ZAIA'S camera* Hey, turn that thing off!
ZAIA: Nope.
CYRAN: Gimme that!
*he takes one step towards her and falls flat on his face*
LINDAR: Are you OK?
CYRAN: *from the floor* This does not leave the house! Do you understand me? THIS DOES NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE!
ZAIA: Come on, try and stand up again.
*CYRAN fumbles for a good minute before regaining his feet*
NANAHI: I'm glad I don't have to deal with stuff like this.
*she toys with the end of her tail*
CYRAN: Yuk it up. Someday, I'll have the last laugh.
NANAHI: Sure you will.
CYRAN: I will!
NANAHI: Keep telling yourself that.
*CUT TO: a burning city in the center of which a beautiful naga woman flanked by a pair of Balrogs faces off with a horrific creature out of a Lovecraftian nightmare, all jumbled limbs tentacles, and fanged mouths with a set of numerous glowing yellow eyes*
CYRAN: I TOLD YOU THIS DAY WOULD COME!
NANAHI: You haven't won yet!
*CUT BACK to the present day*
LINDAR: C'mon hon, you've almost got it!
CYRAN: Do you EVER say anything negative?
LINDAR: Why, should I?
*CHIBIZILLA shoves CYRAN from behind*
CYRAN: WHHHOOOOAAAAA!
*he goes careening forward but manages to keep all three feet under him*
CYRAN: Jerk!
*he stampedes back towards CHIBIZILLA, then puts all his weight on his back leg and uses his front two to kick CHIBIZILLA and knock him over*
CYRAN: I oughta...hey, I've got it!
*he begins running back and forth as CHIBIZILLA gets to his feet*
BRAINCHILD: Hmmm. It seems that the sudden and violent input of Chibi-zilla, rather than having an adverse effect on Cyran's concentration instead provided great benefit as Cyran's motor functions went to involuntary control as he sought revenge on-are you getting this?
*ZAIACAM SWINGS to reveal ALETIA curled up and sleeping next to BRAINCHILD, a pad and pen on the floor in front of her*
ZAIA: Wow, can I keep you around? You'd help on those nights where it takes and hour and a half to fall asleep!
BRAINCHILD: Why-you-I've never been so insulted in my life!
*CYRAN runs by and picks him up*
CYRAN: VICTORY LAP! WOOHOO!
BRAINCHILD: HAAAAAAAAALP!
ALETIA: *sleepily* Chi?
ZAIA: Did you have a good nap, sweetie?
ALETIA: Chi!
ZAIA: Wait! I forgot insects freak me out!
*ZAIACAM suddenly spins around and begins bouncing down the hallway*
CYRAN: ZAIA WATCH IT-
*ZAIACAM suddenly goes out of control and crashes into something. Static*
*OPEN UP on ZAIA digging around in a closet and stifling giggles. There's a distant crash*
CYRAN: Ow!
ZAIA: Make sure he doesn't break anything!
CHIBIZILLA: Rooooonnk!
*she continues digging for a moment and finds a video camera, then chuckles and switches it on. CUT TO ZAIACAM as it goes bouncing down the hall. There's another crash from the room ahead. The ZAIACAM turns the corner to reveal CYRAN stumbling back and forth on his new trio of legs*
CYRAN: Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoooaaaa!
*CHIBIZILLA and LINDAR run alongside CYRAN, arms ready to catch him if he topples over*
BRAINCHILD: The problem is that Cyran's brain is optimized for and comfortable with a bipedal mode of locomotion. Suddenly swapping that for this new tripedal lower body, and to have done so under such traumatic circumstances is thus disorienting. My hypothesis is that it will be roughly another five point seven minutes before Cyran begins inputting his new sensory and balance perception correctly.
CYRAN: Fucking pessimist.
*he stumbles again and nearly falls*
ZAIA: Someday you'll look back on this and laugh.
CYRAN: Yeah, right. I'm forgetting this as soon as humanly poss- *he notices ZAIA'S camera* Hey, turn that thing off!
ZAIA: Nope.
CYRAN: Gimme that!
*he takes one step towards her and falls flat on his face*
LINDAR: Are you OK?
CYRAN: *from the floor* This does not leave the house! Do you understand me? THIS DOES NOT LEAVE THE HOUSE!
ZAIA: Come on, try and stand up again.
*CYRAN fumbles for a good minute before regaining his feet*
NANAHI: I'm glad I don't have to deal with stuff like this.
*she toys with the end of her tail*
CYRAN: Yuk it up. Someday, I'll have the last laugh.
NANAHI: Sure you will.
CYRAN: I will!
NANAHI: Keep telling yourself that.
*CUT TO: a burning city in the center of which a beautiful naga woman flanked by a pair of Balrogs faces off with a horrific creature out of a Lovecraftian nightmare, all jumbled limbs tentacles, and fanged mouths with a set of numerous glowing yellow eyes*
CYRAN: I TOLD YOU THIS DAY WOULD COME!
NANAHI: You haven't won yet!
*CUT BACK to the present day*
LINDAR: C'mon hon, you've almost got it!
CYRAN: Do you EVER say anything negative?
LINDAR: Why, should I?
*CHIBIZILLA shoves CYRAN from behind*
CYRAN: WHHHOOOOAAAAA!
*he goes careening forward but manages to keep all three feet under him*
CYRAN: Jerk!
*he stampedes back towards CHIBIZILLA, then puts all his weight on his back leg and uses his front two to kick CHIBIZILLA and knock him over*
CYRAN: I oughta...hey, I've got it!
*he begins running back and forth as CHIBIZILLA gets to his feet*
BRAINCHILD: Hmmm. It seems that the sudden and violent input of Chibi-zilla, rather than having an adverse effect on Cyran's concentration instead provided great benefit as Cyran's motor functions went to involuntary control as he sought revenge on-are you getting this?
*ZAIACAM SWINGS to reveal ALETIA curled up and sleeping next to BRAINCHILD, a pad and pen on the floor in front of her*
ZAIA: Wow, can I keep you around? You'd help on those nights where it takes and hour and a half to fall asleep!
BRAINCHILD: Why-you-I've never been so insulted in my life!
*CYRAN runs by and picks him up*
CYRAN: VICTORY LAP! WOOHOO!
BRAINCHILD: HAAAAAAAAALP!
ALETIA: *sleepily* Chi?
ZAIA: Did you have a good nap, sweetie?
ALETIA: Chi!
ZAIA: Wait! I forgot insects freak me out!
*ZAIACAM suddenly spins around and begins bouncing down the hallway*
CYRAN: ZAIA WATCH IT-
*ZAIACAM suddenly goes out of control and crashes into something. Static*
JADAFETWA
Funny, confusing, short.
Ah yes, my handy-dandy ZaiaCam. I don't leave home with a giant battalion of mutants and freaks without it.
"On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics." -Richard Feynman
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I love every word.
I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro's great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen's Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to "order" than to justice; who constantly says: "I agree with you in the goal you seek, but I cannot agree with your methods of direct action"; who paternalistically believes he can set the timetable for another man's freedom; who lives by a mythical concept of time and who constantly advises the Negro to wait for a "more convenient season."
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*applauds* You knonw... i do say negative things sometimes!!! it just depends on the topic....*grabs ALetia* Why would Z not like you?
the longer i wait,the more i forget.the more i forget, the longer the list of desires grows. for that which is wanted is forbidden. and we all know that forbidden fruit is often the sweetest.Don'tcha wish your g/f was a witch like me?~*~AYVBABTU
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Of course she does. Consider: She knows any number of people who work in RML. She's a responsible adult (being a teacher of any type automatically categorizes you as both responsible and adult). She knows Cyran and Kuja.Ford Prefect wrote:You do it often?Zaia wrote:Ah yes, my handy-dandy ZaiaCam. I don't leave home with a giant battalion of mutants and freaks without it.
Therefore, she deals with random mutants of horrible types and styles all the time.
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Your logic is infalliable.Singular Quartet wrote:Of course she does. Consider: She knows any number of people who work in RML. She's a responsible adult (being a teacher of any type automatically categorizes you as both responsible and adult). She knows Cyran and Kuja.Ford Prefect wrote:You do it often?Zaia wrote:Ah yes, my handy-dandy ZaiaCam. I don't leave home with a giant battalion of mutants and freaks without it.
Therefore, she deals with random mutants of horrible types and styles all the time.
What is Project Zohar?
Here's to a certain mostly harmless nutcase.
Here's to a certain mostly harmless nutcase.
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Bah! You say that as if we're constantly...uhh... *hides all the newest mutations he's brought into this world in Kuja's closet* doing... get in there! Things like that. I would never... Back vile demon! Do anything to risk the future of Earth. Damnit, where'd chibi-cthulu get to...Singular Quartet wrote:She knows Cyran and Kuja.
Therefore, she deals with random mutants of horrible types and styles all the time.
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Ok who drank my latte?
was it one of those kittens?
oh, hi baby Cthutlhu, now now that's not the propper food for young elder gods. Here you go now, where is Zaia's hammer and her gaint roboarmour is.
was it one of those kittens?
oh, hi baby Cthutlhu, now now that's not the propper food for young elder gods. Here you go now, where is Zaia's hammer and her gaint roboarmour is.
The scariest folk song lyrics are "My Boy Grew up to be just like me" from cats in the cradle by Harry Chapin
PART 15: When Demons Make Mistakes, There's Suffering
*OPEN UP on Baltimore's harbor area as a massive ball of flaming silk threads comes rolling down the street. People leap aside and cars swerve to get out of its way. The ball comes rolling right up to the waterfront, then slows and stops, hanging precariously on the edge. A moment later it quakes and violently throws itself into the water. Moments pass. Then, a pair of figures dressed in white suits with pale skin and white hair climb out of the water. They simultaneously pull out a pair of sunglasses and put them on*
JERAT: We are growing impatient.
SERAT: Yes we are.
*CUT TO: ZAIA'S front lawn, where an impromptu game of football is underway*
CHIBIZILLA: Reeeeeoooonnnnk!
CYRAN: Here! Here!
*LINDAR flings the football and CYRAN leaps up to grab it, then stampedes past NANAHI to the goal*
CYRAN: WOOHOO! CAN'T TOUCH THIS!
*he does a three-legged dance*
NANAHI: *panting* That's it. I give up. I wanna be quarterback.
LINDAR: Why?
NANAHI: YOU try keeping up with Mister Tripod for five plays and let's see how you stand up!
*CHIBIZILLA, CYRAN, and NANAHI all suddenly freeze*
CYRAN: What's that?
CHIBIZILLA: ROOONK!
*he dives into the bushes in front of ZAIA'S house*
NANAHI: Oh boy...
*a translucent JERAT and SERAT drop from the sky and become solid as they touch the ground. They simultaneously reach into their coats and withdraw ridiculously oversized Uzis*
JERAT: We are back.
SERAT: To do our job.
CYRAN: Oh yeah? Bring it!
*he steps in between the bushes and the twins*
BOTH: Alright.
*they raise their guns. CYRAN yelps and dives to the side as they open fire, spraying the front of ZAIA'S house with bullets*
ZAIA: HEY! STOP THAT!
*they do*
ZAIA: You...YOU JUST WIPED OUT MY LANDSCAPING!
*CYRAN grabs NANAHI*
CYRAN: GET DOWN!
*he yanks her behind the nearest cover, where ALETIA and LINDAR quickly join them. ZAIA'S claws sprout as she advances menacingly*
ZAIA: Do you have any idea HOW HARD it was for me to get that done?
JERAT: This is bad.
SERAT: Yes it is.
*ZAIA leaps at the two of them and slams both of them into the pavement hard enough to create a cloud of dust that obscures the following massacre. When it finally clears, the TWINS are lying on the ground with little cartoon spirals in place of their eyes*
ZAIA: Nanahi?
*NANAHI comes tentatively slithering out*
NANAHI: Yes?
ZAIA: Your father had better be willing to pay for this.
*NANAHI promptly turns white*
NANAHI: Um, I'm sure we can work something out-
ZAIA: What's his phone number?
NANAHI: You really don't want to-
ZAIA: Then I'm calling Marina.
NANAHI: NO! I mean, um, ZILLA COME OUT AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS!
CHIBIZILLA: *from hiding* Ruh-uh!
BRAINCHILD: Zaia, look out!
*everyone looks to see the TWINS mutating into a pair of vulture-like creatures with purple chitin and white-feathered wings*
CYRAN: What the heck? They're vrocks now?
ZAIA: HOW MANY FORMS DO YOU GUYS HAVE?!
JERAT: RRRRRAAAAWWWWWWK!
*they begin advancing menacingly. CYRAN darts over to join CHIBIZILLA behind the ruined shrubbery*
CYRAN: What now?
CHIBIZILLA: Rark.
*he pulls out another book*
CYRAN: What is it this time? The Necronomican? The Book of Vile Darkness? The Book of Amon-Ra?
*CHIBIZILLA shows him the title*
CYRAN: ...the Holy Bible?
*CHIBIZILLA begins flipping through it, finds a page, then hands the open book to CYRAN to hold. He then puts his arms out a la Moses parting the Red Sea*
CHIBIZILLA: EGO EVOCO EST! ADESDUM! MARCUS!
*a massive wind whips up, howling fiercely and forcing everyone to huddle down for protection*
CYRAN: WHAT DID YOU DO?!
CHIBIZILLA: RRRRRRROOOOOOONNNK!
*the wind slowly dies down*
VOICE: So, what brings me to this interesting scene?
*everyone looks over to see a MAN standing on the sidewalk wearing elaborate robes and holding a long sword whose hilt forms a large cross*
ZAIA: Wait a minute. MARK!
MARK S: That would be me.
*OPEN UP on Baltimore's harbor area as a massive ball of flaming silk threads comes rolling down the street. People leap aside and cars swerve to get out of its way. The ball comes rolling right up to the waterfront, then slows and stops, hanging precariously on the edge. A moment later it quakes and violently throws itself into the water. Moments pass. Then, a pair of figures dressed in white suits with pale skin and white hair climb out of the water. They simultaneously pull out a pair of sunglasses and put them on*
JERAT: We are growing impatient.
SERAT: Yes we are.
*CUT TO: ZAIA'S front lawn, where an impromptu game of football is underway*
CHIBIZILLA: Reeeeeoooonnnnk!
CYRAN: Here! Here!
*LINDAR flings the football and CYRAN leaps up to grab it, then stampedes past NANAHI to the goal*
CYRAN: WOOHOO! CAN'T TOUCH THIS!
*he does a three-legged dance*
NANAHI: *panting* That's it. I give up. I wanna be quarterback.
LINDAR: Why?
NANAHI: YOU try keeping up with Mister Tripod for five plays and let's see how you stand up!
*CHIBIZILLA, CYRAN, and NANAHI all suddenly freeze*
CYRAN: What's that?
CHIBIZILLA: ROOONK!
*he dives into the bushes in front of ZAIA'S house*
NANAHI: Oh boy...
*a translucent JERAT and SERAT drop from the sky and become solid as they touch the ground. They simultaneously reach into their coats and withdraw ridiculously oversized Uzis*
JERAT: We are back.
SERAT: To do our job.
CYRAN: Oh yeah? Bring it!
*he steps in between the bushes and the twins*
BOTH: Alright.
*they raise their guns. CYRAN yelps and dives to the side as they open fire, spraying the front of ZAIA'S house with bullets*
ZAIA: HEY! STOP THAT!
*they do*
ZAIA: You...YOU JUST WIPED OUT MY LANDSCAPING!
*CYRAN grabs NANAHI*
CYRAN: GET DOWN!
*he yanks her behind the nearest cover, where ALETIA and LINDAR quickly join them. ZAIA'S claws sprout as she advances menacingly*
ZAIA: Do you have any idea HOW HARD it was for me to get that done?
JERAT: This is bad.
SERAT: Yes it is.
*ZAIA leaps at the two of them and slams both of them into the pavement hard enough to create a cloud of dust that obscures the following massacre. When it finally clears, the TWINS are lying on the ground with little cartoon spirals in place of their eyes*
ZAIA: Nanahi?
*NANAHI comes tentatively slithering out*
NANAHI: Yes?
ZAIA: Your father had better be willing to pay for this.
*NANAHI promptly turns white*
NANAHI: Um, I'm sure we can work something out-
ZAIA: What's his phone number?
NANAHI: You really don't want to-
ZAIA: Then I'm calling Marina.
NANAHI: NO! I mean, um, ZILLA COME OUT AND TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR THIS!
CHIBIZILLA: *from hiding* Ruh-uh!
BRAINCHILD: Zaia, look out!
*everyone looks to see the TWINS mutating into a pair of vulture-like creatures with purple chitin and white-feathered wings*
CYRAN: What the heck? They're vrocks now?
ZAIA: HOW MANY FORMS DO YOU GUYS HAVE?!
JERAT: RRRRRAAAAWWWWWWK!
*they begin advancing menacingly. CYRAN darts over to join CHIBIZILLA behind the ruined shrubbery*
CYRAN: What now?
CHIBIZILLA: Rark.
*he pulls out another book*
CYRAN: What is it this time? The Necronomican? The Book of Vile Darkness? The Book of Amon-Ra?
*CHIBIZILLA shows him the title*
CYRAN: ...the Holy Bible?
*CHIBIZILLA begins flipping through it, finds a page, then hands the open book to CYRAN to hold. He then puts his arms out a la Moses parting the Red Sea*
CHIBIZILLA: EGO EVOCO EST! ADESDUM! MARCUS!
*a massive wind whips up, howling fiercely and forcing everyone to huddle down for protection*
CYRAN: WHAT DID YOU DO?!
CHIBIZILLA: RRRRRRROOOOOOONNNK!
*the wind slowly dies down*
VOICE: So, what brings me to this interesting scene?
*everyone looks over to see a MAN standing on the sidewalk wearing elaborate robes and holding a long sword whose hilt forms a large cross*
ZAIA: Wait a minute. MARK!
MARK S: That would be me.
JADAFETWA
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The Holy Bible!
Good stuff, Kuj. Good stuff.
Good stuff, Kuj. Good stuff.
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LMAO!Kuja wrote:VOICE: So, what brings me to this interesting scene?
*everyone looks over to see a MAN standing on the sidewalk wearing elaborate robes and holding a long sword whose hilt forms a large cross*
ZAIA: Wait a minute. MARK!
MARK S: That would be me.
Brilliant.
"On the infrequent occasions when I have been called upon in a formal place to play the bongo drums, the introducer never seems to find it necessary to mention that I also do theoretical physics." -Richard Feynman
The S stands for sacrilitious.Captain Cyran wrote:Mark is a being of holy might? *raised eyebrow* No way.
Something tells me I'm not going to get out of this unscathed though.
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"The best part of 'believe' is the lie."
It's always the quiet ones.
"The best part of 'believe' is the lie."
It's always the quiet ones.
*pounces the new Guy gleefully* YAY! Make them turn back into proper demons so i can collar the vegetarian one!!!
the longer i wait,the more i forget.the more i forget, the longer the list of desires grows. for that which is wanted is forbidden. and we all know that forbidden fruit is often the sweetest.Don'tcha wish your g/f was a witch like me?~*~AYVBABTU