And so, with their combined efforts, our heroes totally rocked the fish out of existence.
After gaining experience points, Jan thought seriously about setting off on his own to find his cousin. "Bobbleston Street really shouldn't be this hard to find," thought Jan.
Just then, however, he made a terrible discovery!
"HUM," said Jan. It seemed that the entire length of Bobbleston Street had been decimated by our heroes' attack. There was a good chance that thousands were killed, including Jan's cousin. Feeling the full weight of his actions, Jan turned to his comrades and resorted to the only option available:
Selt stopped, temporarily speachless. There were many things the lad had seen and heard before. Many odd questions and comments directed towards the young miscreant. Really, you'd think he'd be prepared for ANY query at this point.
The problem was, Selt was not used to being trusted. This was strange, new, and highly frightening. And confusing, can't forget that.
Contemplating the issue (at a much less in-depth level, since his brain works much like that of a bowl of a dozen goldfish, each individually wired to electric rods and typewriters) Selt slowly picked up his pot and plopped it onto his head. It made a squishy "sploot" sound as all collected fine fish particals drippled in a paste down his bright blue hair. The paste made obscene noises as the air in the pot was forced out of the goop.
Selt remained silent, in case Jan happened to want to reconsider his query and refine his terms. Perhaps, only including the flying young black-hair individual or the gentleman who managed to release a bomb only posts before fall unconscious.
Besides, Selt lived in an arbitrarily chosen back alley. Most people didn't ask to sleep in those.
((yeah, I've meant to post this the whole time, but I just don't feel like photoshoping this. :/))
((Oh! Gonna try out my signature thing!))
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After saving his skin with the mysterious energy of the mushroom, Matt didn't remember much. He fell to the ground for a moment of unconsciousness.
When he rose, the world took on a odd warm tone with unmistakably 1980's lens flare effects....fish blood, guts, and the Seattle rain running down his black hair...
He was dazed and confused. And what was the first thing he beheld?
Only one thought sprung to Matt's mind right now. "Wait....this is the moron who tried to kill me! KILL! DEATH! RARRRRRR!!!!!"
Nobody has a good day when it's raining fish and guts in Seattle.
Jan got the impression that we was being ignored. He decided to go search for shelter.
He found Camaro, lying dead on the ground. Unfortunately, it seemed that the explosion had killed him.
However, this gave Jan an idea.
Using his trusty light saber, Jan went all Han Solo and cut Camaro open like a Taun Taun.
Wrapping himself in Camaro's warm, comforting innards, Jan settled down for a well deserved rest. He watched as the suns final rays shimmered against the rubble, glinting in the ruby puddles of blood. So ended Jan's first day in Seattle, his new home on the edge of the Pacific ocean.
So he found himself in a rather....drooly situation. And try as he might, at least, at first, he couldn't pry himself from the strange boy's jaws.
So it went this way (somehow) until nightfall. The stars came out, the fires finally receeded. And then there were sirens. Guess who finally decided to show up after calls earlier concerning giant salmon and explosions galore? The Seattle Police!
Mattfinally, in one pry, managed to extract his head from Selt's mouth, holding it as he stared like a deer in headlights at the nearest cop car.
He knew better than to smooth talk. I mean, please, a fighter, smooth talking this early in leveling? Pfft.
((OOC: Little WA state tidbit - The largest state prison and WA's Death Row is in Walla Walla. Nobody wants to end up there. And uh....imagine the cop cars at the side of the street that WASN'T devistated by explosions and Bobbleston street going kaboom.))
Jan had just slipped into blissful unconsciousness when he heard a most disturbing ruckus...
Jan recognized the rhythmic flashing of blue and red lights... 'TWAS THE FUZZ!! The cops, the pork patrol, the orange dinosaurs! Jan thought about making a break for it, but honestly, he was too exhausted.
Jan heard a loud voice call out. Pulling his protective flesh cocoon closer, Jan considered the situation... could they get out of this? The blue-haired one would get off on insanity charges, that was certain. The Black haired fellow... he'd probably get taken in. Prison, however, was probably a familiar scene for Matt. For Jan...
No. Jan wouldn't go down without a fight. He was far too pretty. Quickly, Jan settled on a rock-solid strategy...
Selt struggled free from Matt's distracted grip, and surveyed his surroundings. Chaos surrounded him. It seemed the time had come for him to take action.
The sound of sirens washed over him as he formulated his Flawless attack plan. He was ready.
Selt whirled on his unsuspecting opponents.
PROJECTILE BLOOD-SPEWING ATTACK! DESU!
LAMPREY!
FAINTING!
((OOC: More experimenting with stuff than anything. [edit] Added in the last pic. Selt fainting girlishly! Yus! [/edit]))
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((Okays....Photoshop was being a bastard and not opening, so it's time for OekakiBBS drawings of doom! I haven't use that program in years! O_O....))
Matt got splooshed with blood. Lots and lots of blood.
Cops in the front.....well....Matt only had one option left at this point. Despite how stupid it was.
He ran the other way. He didn't care if the attack hit or missed, the best thing to do when police had pointy guns and you didn't want to end up framed for murder...was run into the ruins of Bobbleston Street and pray that these were the variety of cops who couldn't aim.
And so, our two conscious heros began their tactical retreat, ignoring all else but their own desires to maintain their personal wellfairs. Selt, had he been awake at the time, would have found himself uncomfortably and unreasonably caught by Matt's belt. Apparently, in his haste to escape, Matt had somehow entangled the other lad's head in his accessories, and now the boy was being dragged away at a fast pace, trailing blood as they ran.
After Jan's comment, Matt quickly pried Selt from his belt, tossing him off to the side in a random direction. He cleared his throat. "Okay, what were you saying before that?"
(That and I was too lazy to make a Selt sprite. Sorry. >_>)
Matt then went down the sewer hole, where he didn't find a whole lot of water. It was rather spacious, being a city sewer and all...so he walked along, along, along
until....
... along, along, along, until he began hallucinating from the sewer fumes.
Jan and Matt danced about, toxic air and visions of turtles filling their heads. Luckily, the real dangerous reptiles lay up ahead, far away, searching the ruins of Bobbleston street. Most likely, they would not think to venture into the random open manhole. This sewer would provide a short rest, a safe haven! Matt and Jan could frolic happily, assured that they were quite safe from any new, nasty surprises...
Selt woke up, stirred alert by his acute internal sensors warning him that his lungs were, in fact, 90% filled with toxic chemicals. He stared groggily around him as a car alarm quietly went off in his respritory system.
His situation seemed to involve: A) A sewer B) Ooze
and C) Flailing cohorts who may or may not be about to fall into the near toxic sewer water.
Figuring he might as well go see what was up, Selt climbed out onto the dry sewer passageway.
He found himself surprisingly non-refreshed to once again be breathing his usual mix of oxygen, nitrogen, and toxic city gases. Looking himself over, he managed to come to a fast conclusion.
"Oh, I see, it's because I have gills "
Satisfied, he turned to address his inebriated companions.
"I do say, chaps, you're acting quite out of the usual."
The toxic fumes were doing serious harm to Matt's thoughts right about now. And then enter his MOST FEARED RIVAL YET AGAIN! (*evil laughter in background*)
Did I say "feared rival"? Perhaps I meant "Thing that plagues his nightmares". And now that this guy had somehow grown gills, legs, tail, and a FREAKIN' MONOCLE, Matt in his hallucinegenic state was pretty damn freaked out.
So off he ran, as fast as he could, off to wherever the hell wasn't where the freakish Selt-taur was. But let me show you the predicament he ran into.
It's not everyday you get to see somebody run themselves off a waterfall. But....a few minutes later you probably heard a:
Yes, he is that freakin brilliant. =D
((Uh...yeah...I had no idea so I took it as I wanted to: Physical comedy. Yes! XD))
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Matt ran headlong off the waterfall of sludge, leaving Jan to deal with the new-and-improved Selt. Jan, under the effects of the toxic fumes, was quite close to mistaking Selt for a large puppy. Fortunately, however, a sudden realization shocked Jan from his stupor:
Grasping now the entirety of the situation, Jan leaped into action! Flying through the air, he landed on Selt's newly centaur-ified form.
Grasping Selt firmly by the nape of the shirt, Jan flipped his golden locks roguishly and yelled, "Onward, Silver... Follow that man!"
Whether Jan would survive to speak another word is yet to be seen... D:
"My kind sir, this is in fact, quite awkward and I must request that you never do this again. Unfortunately the situation requires that I accomodate you in your inebriated stupor, and thus, I shall allow it to pass. Next time, this shall surely not be the case."
Jan garggled incoherently.
And so, without further delibration, Smart! Selt launched the two of them off the cliff, undoubtably to meet their untimely doom.
Selt, quite comfortable in the water, soon found the drifting body of their comrade. He quickly undulated over to the prone form several leagues below the surface of the water and reached out to take his hand.
Matt, in the blur of the murky sewer water he had run into, saw a form, reaching towards him. Perhaps saying something.
He contemplated his options, in particular towards this monster in which he had hated, yet feared ever since that cat had fallen on him at the beginning of our nonsensical tale.
Yes, Matt was a stubborn fellow, always was, and always will. He stared ahead, straining to see Selt and Jan in face of some light backlighting them...the light was warm and beckoning...
[I couldn't help but do something like this. >_> I expect something pretty awesome now.]
Shielding their eyes from the bright illumination, our heroes heard a stern voice call out from somewhere above: "stand down! We have you surrounded."
It seemed that the Seattle police had finally caught up with Jan and his fellow adventurers. A bright halogen spot light shone on their toxin addled faces. Standing on the bridge of what looked like the most advanced sewer-ready battleship designed by man (or dino)was the chief of police himself.
Jan sunk a bit lower into the muck. His mind raced as the commanding voice bellowed: "come with us quietly, or we'll be forced to unleash... the CROCODILES." The dino smirked, his hand hovering over a panel with a large red button...
D: !!
TBC
-Th3 J3sT3r.
[Bob edit] Just commenting in to say we're continuing this thread thing over at "City Life 3" Go over there for futher posts. [/Bob edit]
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