Forgotten Freedom:64
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Silver and Crow: Hello.
Levy: :eek: Where did you two come from? I didn't sense you approach.
Silver: Nowhere.
Levy: Where's nowhere?
Crow: No, seriously, we come from nowhere. Just off the middle.
Levy: :uh-huh: Is that supposed to make sense?
Crow: No.
Silver: We're here because you need music, and we can provide it.
Levy: You're Silver and Crow. Every time I ask Satnak about
you she says "They don't exist."
Silver: Exactly.
Crow: We have no existance.
Levy: :surrender Could we skip to the part where you guys sing?
Crow: :confused: Who said anything about singing?
Silver: We provide the singers.
Levy: What does that mean?
Silver and Crow: Watch.
They look over at Norbaz, who's standing near Andrea.
Suddenly he launches into a operatic ballad about his inability to come to terms with his love for her, all within
10 ft. of her, and at a volume that allows even those standing all the way at the other end of the ship to hear him.
Yet Andrea acts like she doesn't hear a thing.
Levy: :blink: :OMG! Wow! When Satnak pathed that you
guys were surreal she wasn't using a metaphor.
Crow: We can tap into underlying illogical probability and cause it to become reality.
Silver: Meaning we can do things that are obviously stupid yet incredibly amusing. :D
Levy: Could you make Satnak sing like that?
Silver: Oh, sure.
Crow: But that would be too stupid.
Silver: On our part. :rimshot:
Levy: Norbaz seems to think that
Kithle has some singing talent.
Silver and Crow: :ahem: We're going to pretend you didn't say that.
Kithle - Norbaaaaaaaaz!
Norbaz - I said play, instrument. She said sing.
Kithle - Consider yourself lucky I'm too much of a coward to make the chili otherwise
i'd just eat your brain for the secrets. Be warned I will have my vengeance, I'm warning you because i still owe
Andrea a few favors for using her wraiths to keep kanatash under control.
Norbaz - Ah the downside to being the center of a complicated series of alliances and
rivalries.
Kithle - Feh!
Norbaz: Though for future reference, the Alt Jarlot League did something to pull the
base recipe for the chille out of my head. I've been trying to recreate it for a few weeks, which is why I've been
otherwise scarce.
Kilthe: What, then what have we been using all this time.
Norbaz: Modified Murlond's spoon chilli generator has been what we've been using.
Though I imagine Satnak has held onto hers for a while now. I've been using mine to
fill the stockpile.
Kilthe: ...so you can't make the Chilli?
Marish: And he can't bring himself to ask Andrea out to
dinner.
Kilthe: When did you get here?
The catgirl shrugs.
Norbaz: She's been doing that a bit lately.
Terra: What the hell do you think you're doing?!
Abberation Artificer: What? I'm designing armor that is nigh inpenetrable except for one fatal flaw that will be
exposed through a plot device and then easily exploited by the heroes. I also have no plans to remedy the flaw once
it is discovered.
Terra: AM I THE ONLY ONE AROUND HERE WITH A SENCE OF PRIDE?!
- whacks him with Death Paper*
Terra: We are trying to win here! Incompetence is not an option!
Volrath: Why are you so upset?
Terra: I just spent the last hour ranting about world domination! I don't WANT to rule
the world! I was so into it, I ignored a clear threat to my life from Sa'vor, something
I would never do normally. And why the hell am I so jealous of someone just out of puberty?!
Volrath: As the villainess, you are working with an extreme disadvantage. All cliches
and plot devices will work against you when, by all other accounts, you should win easily. It's the girls anime
infection. It's changing the rules of reality.
Terra: The rules of reality? Hah! I bend those to my will on a daily basis. I will not
be taken down by poorly designed plot devices and obvious cliches! If they want to win, they're going to have to
work for it!
Volrath, now sporting bishi anime look, is adressing the new recruits of
"Terra's Army of Evil" (tm). Volrath: All weapons are to be used as they were intended. I don't want to see any
swords being thrown or crossbows blungeoning.All of you must also learn to aim within two weeks. Those unable to hit
a man-sized target at 60 yards will be used for target practice. Any questions? A nervous looking young man raises his hand. Volrath: Yes, you in the back. man: Is it true that Terra employs aberrations? woman (sitting beside the young man) : A better question would be, "Why are we being commanded by a child?" This gets an eruption of laughter from the recruits. Volrath gets up and walks over to the woman. With each stride he seems to grow larger,
until he can look her in the eyes. Volrath grabs onto the woman's cheeks and kisses
her in a rather violent manner. This of course causes even more laughter from the others. The woman's face, that at
first looked disgusted, changes to a look of pain and fear. She pushes Volrath away.
He stumbles backward. This causes his long stinewy tongue to rip out of her mouth. With his comes the woman' stongue
as well.It detaches with a sickening rip, and a stream of blood. The woman pulls out a repeating crossbow. She unloads five bolts into Volrath. Each
bolt explodes in a blast of silver flame on contact. The explosions rip Volrath apart,
splattering bits of him all over the room. The woman's breathin returns to normal, but only for a moment. It speeds back up as she sees the bloody slime rush
together and reform Volrath. Volrath: Good shot. :devil: Volrath rushes over and kisses her again. This time though his chin splits down the
middle (ala Blade 2). His newly formed mandibles reach up and crush down on her jaw. Tentacle erupt from the insides
of his cheeks. They rap around her head, pulling it into his mouth. The woman's arms flail wildly as her head rips
off, with a sickening snap. After a few minutes of chewing Volrath spits out shards of skull. He then licks the
last traces of brain from his bloody lips. Volrath: Hope that answered both questions. You are all excused. As soon as the words left his lips the room emptied. Volrath: Hope they learned something. :smirk:
Terra: :mymy: Nicely done. We needed some horrible violence to counterbalance all the
sweetness.
Volrath: :D Thanks.
Terra: Just don't go overboard. The more evil you are, the easier it becomes to take you
down through plot devices and desperate supermoves.
Volrath: Really?
Terra: Yeah. The more clearly evil and beyond redemption you are, the less qualms the
heroes have about taking you down. Moral quandries tend to slow them down. Try doing more character development
about how much you miss P/Y/R within earshot of the heroes. And leave out the dirty bits.
Volrath: Awwww...but that's the fun part...
Terra: If they see you, at least a little bit, as a sympathetic character, they'll be
more hesitant to kill you if they get the chance. Unexplained supermoves and hidden powers tend only to show up
against opponents whose actions scream nothing but "THIS GUY IS EVIL".
Volrath: How do you know so much about this stuff?
Terra: As part of the evil deal, I pretended to be interested in
Ketler and got him to spill the details about how this stuff works. Then I left him in
a semi-hypnotic state. He thought he was some guy named Keitaro Urashima (Love Hina. Not really shojo, but still
funny) when I left.
Death Paper - When Did I replace the chain of command? :ahem:
Levy - Well Theres the stage, lets see. Devon, gagged, on guitar. Hunter on izzat a
keyboard :uh-huh: , Kithle has the drums, Marish Is base,
and back up singer. Silver, and crow will be rotating out singers as the night progresses. Oh yeah lets stop time at
sunset shall we.
Silver - You can do that?!
Levy - I could :D , but I mean lets set the ship to stay constant relative with the
postion of the day/night devider.
Crow - Oh, phew.
Levy - AHEM
Everyone on the FF is focusing on Levy.
Levy - Well the foods ready, the music starts with Chalky and "Bad Moon Rising", don't
step on the waiters.
SC troopers and Squirrel ravegers in mini waiter's unforms, send knife-like glares at anyone who so much a smirks,
glares that promise undying vengeance upon the transgressor. The Pack master looks especialy peeved.
Caralot - Ooooh so cute
Roosevelt - I feel for the little guys.
Levy - Leave any gifts or drink orders at the desk to your left. Now party before I skin
ya alive and roll your still breathing carcasses in a salt flat.
Crow - Ok now that is going in my notebook.
Volrath: Must resist urge to spike punch Terra: Volrath I don't think there is any punch Volrath: Damn.
P/Y/R: For some reason I think I need to punish Volrath for something
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