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drunkenpandaren) wrote2006-06-13 01:22 pm
drunkenpandaren) wrote2006-06-13 01:22 pm
The very last scene...
... of Element: Fire. Have FUN!
On a note, it's hard to make proper ASCII art.
EDIT : if the ascii doesn't display properly, you can probably read it. It's says BOOM! anyhow. If you want to read the fancy ASCII text, ask me for a copy in RTF. I'm going to have to replace the ASCII art anyhow when I upload it to FFN
EDIT OUT OF FRUSTRATION: okay, ASCII art won't work at all. I just edited the last sentance.
Caleb was ecstatic. He had found the Proton Pack that he had been looking for. A quick trip to the utility suppliers and he was a proud owner of a full Ghostbuster regalia. It was far too late for him to get a patch on his front with his name on it, but instead he made his hair a little more messy than usual.
Jogging past the Museum, he noticed movement out the corner of his eye. Two shadowy figures were working on getting into the closed building. Then one of them made a slashing motion and a portal formed. Meridian? he thought to himself, running over and ducking behind a tree.
Straining to listen to the conversation, he could barely make out the voices of the pair. “… plan is to get in and out. Once I’m in, I’ll use the Shroud of Shadows to get through and then grab it with the Serpents Tail.”
“Right. Stay safe pardner.” The pair made a curious handshake, one that Caleb was slowly getting used to in the months previous, and then the first was through the portal with the second standing. Caleb could just make out that one of the figure’s arms ended in a sharp pair of cats claws.
Inside the building, Raimundo wrapped the Shroud of Shadows around his body with a whisper of “Shroud of Shadows”. Then, threading his way through the building, he came to the expensive part of the collection where all of it was gold in-lay in some form or another. “There it is,” he whispered.
The Crossworld Cutters was a simple piece of scissors, gold embossed with black handles and a small ruby in the middle. If it weren’t for the ancient design of it, the shears being larger than normal, then it would have been harder to find. Sneaking up, he grasped the Serpents Tail and whispered, “Serpents Tail.”
Becoming intangible, he reached through with one hand and the Crossworld Cutters faded out of sight like his own hand was. Easing it through the collection, he smiled once it was in his grasp. Then, a voice cut in. “Well I’ll be,” drawled Hannibal Bean from the shelves. “Looks like you DO have a larcenous streak, young monk.”
“Hannibal Bean,” growled Raimundo. “How’d you find us here?”
“Well I keep tabs on ya’ll,” said Hannibal Bean, hopping up to the nearby vase and tapping it on the side. “Now what’d happen if I suddenly pushed this here vase over the side?”
“You wouldn’t,” snapped Raimundo. The evil bean’s expression grew nasty and he slapped his tendrils together.
“MOBY MORPHER!” cried Bean and in an instant, the entire shelving smashed itself under his weight. A loud thumping alarm was heard and Raimundo bolted.
Outside, Clay winced as Caleb dug his fist into his shoulder. “I’m telling ya, I’m not your enemy!” exclaimed Clay.
“And I’m supposed to believe a pair of thieves?” snapped Caleb as the pair rolled around.
Raimundo then came hurtling through the wall and turned solid. “Clay, it’s amscray time!”
“Be with you in a moment,” snapped Clay, getting the upper hand and throwing Caleb off him with a two-footed shove. Caleb rolled to his feet just as soon as Hannibal Bean erupted out of the window, laughing maniacally.
“What in the world IS THAT?!” cried Caleb just as the police sirens were heard.
Then, the Crossworld Cutters began to glow and on the other side of Heatherfield at the party, Will’s Heart of Kandrakar begun to glow as with Dojo’s senses. Wuya sensed it, as with Chase Young. Taking it as an out, Raimundo slashed the air. “Crossworld Cutters!”
Back in Meridian, Elyon had touched the map a few times, chanting the ancient spell that would bring peace to her people for the night. “Gana as’ta ne kalla-ATCHOOO!” The spell exploded from her fingertips and erupted out through the portal.
In a world far out of existence from theirs, Azula prepared to throw the bolt of fire that would finish at least one of her enemies when the sky darkened abruptly and a bolt of power lanced down from the heavens.
And in a far away place in the center of reality, the Oracle of Kandrakar looked up, and uttered something he hadn’t uttered in a lifetime. “What. The. Fuck?!”
The Universe Exploded.
Jogging past the Museum, he noticed movement out the corner of his eye. Two shadowy figures were working on getting into the closed building. Then one of them made a slashing motion and a portal formed. Meridian? he thought to himself, running over and ducking behind a tree.
Straining to listen to the conversation, he could barely make out the voices of the pair. “… plan is to get in and out. Once I’m in, I’ll use the Shroud of Shadows to get through and then grab it with the Serpents Tail.”
“Right. Stay safe pardner.” The pair made a curious handshake, one that Caleb was slowly getting used to in the months previous, and then the first was through the portal with the second standing. Caleb could just make out that one of the figure’s arms ended in a sharp pair of cats claws.
Inside the building, Raimundo wrapped the Shroud of Shadows around his body with a whisper of “Shroud of Shadows”. Then, threading his way through the building, he came to the expensive part of the collection where all of it was gold in-lay in some form or another. “There it is,” he whispered.
The Crossworld Cutters was a simple piece of scissors, gold embossed with black handles and a small ruby in the middle. If it weren’t for the ancient design of it, the shears being larger than normal, then it would have been harder to find. Sneaking up, he grasped the Serpents Tail and whispered, “Serpents Tail.”
Becoming intangible, he reached through with one hand and the Crossworld Cutters faded out of sight like his own hand was. Easing it through the collection, he smiled once it was in his grasp. Then, a voice cut in. “Well I’ll be,” drawled Hannibal Bean from the shelves. “Looks like you DO have a larcenous streak, young monk.”
“Hannibal Bean,” growled Raimundo. “How’d you find us here?”
“Well I keep tabs on ya’ll,” said Hannibal Bean, hopping up to the nearby vase and tapping it on the side. “Now what’d happen if I suddenly pushed this here vase over the side?”
“You wouldn’t,” snapped Raimundo. The evil bean’s expression grew nasty and he slapped his tendrils together.
“MOBY MORPHER!” cried Bean and in an instant, the entire shelving smashed itself under his weight. A loud thumping alarm was heard and Raimundo bolted.
Outside, Clay winced as Caleb dug his fist into his shoulder. “I’m telling ya, I’m not your enemy!” exclaimed Clay.
“And I’m supposed to believe a pair of thieves?” snapped Caleb as the pair rolled around.
Raimundo then came hurtling through the wall and turned solid. “Clay, it’s amscray time!”
“Be with you in a moment,” snapped Clay, getting the upper hand and throwing Caleb off him with a two-footed shove. Caleb rolled to his feet just as soon as Hannibal Bean erupted out of the window, laughing maniacally.
“What in the world IS THAT?!” cried Caleb just as the police sirens were heard.
Then, the Crossworld Cutters began to glow and on the other side of Heatherfield at the party, Will’s Heart of Kandrakar begun to glow as with Dojo’s senses. Wuya sensed it, as with Chase Young. Taking it as an out, Raimundo slashed the air. “Crossworld Cutters!”
Back in Meridian, Elyon had touched the map a few times, chanting the ancient spell that would bring peace to her people for the night. “Gana as’ta ne kalla-ATCHOOO!” The spell exploded from her fingertips and erupted out through the portal.
In a world far out of existence from theirs, Azula prepared to throw the bolt of fire that would finish at least one of her enemies when the sky darkened abruptly and a bolt of power lanced down from the heavens.
And in a far away place in the center of reality, the Oracle of Kandrakar looked up, and uttered something he hadn’t uttered in a lifetime. “What. The. Fuck?!”
The Universe Exploded.
On a note, it's hard to make proper ASCII art.
EDIT : if the ascii doesn't display properly, you can probably read it. It's says BOOM! anyhow. If you want to read the fancy ASCII text, ask me for a copy in RTF. I'm going to have to replace the ASCII art anyhow when I upload it to FFN
EDIT OUT OF FRUSTRATION: okay, ASCII art won't work at all. I just edited the last sentance.
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