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Post by demonfire on Feb 22, 2008 13:14:20 GMT -5
"No! Don't leave!" Brandon said as he launched himself from his seat and latched himself onto Suzume's leg. "It's not safe out there! 'They' are out there: watching, waiting, waltzing..." he said as he began to drift off to the Neverland of his own mind. "You can't go! I beg you!" Brandon said. "You have to trust 'Us'," Brandon said.
Box began to chow down upon the goldfish, content that he could let loose the beast of hunger upon the harmless bowl of cheddary fish.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 22, 2008 13:24:01 GMT -5
"Who?" Suzume's eyes grew wide, "Who's out there?" she asked, child-like curiosity descending upon her as she looked towards the door as if scary things would be lurking there in plain sight, "You mean 'The Others?'" she asked, of course when she said 'The Others' she was reffering to the demons and spirits she normally saw all over the place, though her at Twilight Moon Academy there were certain places where they avoided, she intended to go off to one of those places, though luckily they seemed to avoid the Ninth Heaven, which was why she was so okay with being here. She didn't know what waltzing was... now that she thought about it... but it certainly sounded menacing.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 22, 2008 13:33:27 GMT -5
"What? Who? I'm talking about 'Them'! The coalition of the world's most evil/influential people!" Brandon said, with disbelief painting the beginning of his mini-monologue. He ran over and flipped up a table, allowing it to act as cover as if in a war-zone environment. "Quick! Behind the barrier!" he said as he looked out from the cover, just staring at the door, as if waiting for something.
Box was still standing in his little area, stuffing his stomach full of goldfish crackers. "Box! What are you doing? This is WAAAAAAR!" he yelled as he ran out, avoiding imaginary gun shots and grabbed the box goblin by the collar of his pillowcase clothing. Brandon pulled it back behind the cover and motioned for Suzume to get behind the shield as well.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 23, 2008 12:04:53 GMT -5
Suzume dived behind the table, turquoise flames spurting at her feet, she was honestly quite frightened, what's going on? Was it a Bettellian raid? She didn't know, but someone shouted 'war' and that was never good. She wrapped her arms around Box, seeing as he was the closest being and she didn't let go, what if this mysterious 'They' came to take her, or what if they took Cecee? She looked towards Brandon with wide eyes, sure, he was a meanyface, but he was also really brave as far as she could tell, taking on the scary people like this. Her black fox ears were pressed flat against her skull and her tail was still on the floor, not moving as if it might alert the enemy.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 26, 2008 16:20:05 GMT -5
Brandon's head peeked up from the cover of the table for a moment, only enough for his eyes to be able to see past the ersatz 'cover' he had provided. He looked around, his eyes moving in a shiftily way as to scan the entire environment without moving his head. When he saw nothing, Brandon decided to move before any of 'Them' decided to show up. He ran across the room, taking cover behind tables and chairs. At some points he would stop and motion for Suzume to stop, and other times he would signal for her to come. Brandon eventually reached a point where a good view of the door was and provided cover. Brandon flipped up another table, obviously ignoring or ignorant of any rules involving 'No Table Flipping For War-Zone Cover'. Box followed Brandon after he reached his impromptu destination, although he took a short route without much hurry or hassle, still enjoying his goldfish. And then somewhere far away... A man with a headset approached another, older gentlemen dressed similarly to that of a commanding army official in a large room with many men dressed the same as Headset Man. Headset Man said to the General, "Sir, he's on to us." Dun Dun Dunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 26, 2008 17:21:35 GMT -5
Suzume looked towards Brandon with wide eyes, obeying his orders exactly, "What do we do now?" she whispered, dead still as she hid behind the table, quietly peering over the top edge to see everyone else who may be in the room, though her actions were timid as if there might be a wolf there or something. "I'm scared..." she whispered, she really didn't know what to expect and she was scared out of her wits that this 'Them' could attack from a side they weren't defending from, or that maybe they were like the Bettellian Elites or something. She was preparing herself for an all out battle, here. And from what she remembered of the Bettellian raids... a table wasn't enough cover for them at all. They needed more. She began grabbing chairs to cover thier flanks and she tried knocking down another table but to no success, "I need heellllp!" she said, trying to push over the table to cover the remaining hole in thier defenses.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 26, 2008 17:44:54 GMT -5
Brandon's mind was too focused on watching the door to the Ninth Heaven to remember about the exposed flanks. Thank goodness that Suzume remembered, as the thought hit him like a brick in the head as she spoke to him about helping with the table. Brandon ran while crouching and collided with the table as a bowling ball would collide into the pins, hitting it dead on for a strike. The skinny white boy was being fueled by adrenaline at this point, as in a comfortable situation he wouldn't have been able to knock over a table, let alone two. "There we go, now we are invincible unless 'They' can suddenly move chairs or something," Brandon said in the safety of the chair-table fort, which would be aptly dubbed "Chable" by students of history of the downfall of 'Them'. Because yes, there would be such a thing in the future...I think.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 26, 2008 20:30:42 GMT -5
"Can't everyone move chairs?" she asked Brandon, her ears twitching slightly as she tapped him on the shoulder, her turquoise eyes scanning the room, "What's gonna happen now?" she asked, her eyes never resting on one place for long. She was nearly completely still except for a few nervous movements, she didn't realize this kid was probably bonkers, nor would she probably care, because 'They' were out there, she knew because this kid told her, and this kid was the second most bravest person she'd ever met, Cecee was the bravest, of course. She realized they'd need food if they were going to outlast any seige just as her tummy grumbled at her and she looked towards Brandon helplessly as if he'd be able to conjure up some more goldfish crackers and juice boxes.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 26, 2008 20:45:14 GMT -5
"Well..." Brandon said, as he did not have an answer to the question. His earlier remark was mostly hope and a bit of insanity--okay, a lot of insanity--and forgot that most of the population could move chairs. "What we do now is wait..." Brandon said in a hushed voice. As if he knew what was going through Suzume's mind, his Sharpie Marker glowed, and in a puff of smoke appearing inside Fort Chable, in which a Cabinet Goblin came out of.
"Pocket! Prepare Emergency Plan Beta Whiskey Alpha Rodger!" Brandon said. The Cabinet Goblin aka Pocket began pulling out random things from the 'pocket': two standard issue army helmets, a 12-pack of Chef Boyardee's Ravioli, and a 10-pack of Capri-Suns. "We might have to hide here for a bit, so we'll have to eat what we've got," Brandon said as he opened the Chef box and popped the lid of the can off with the handy new top and handed it to Suzume.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 26, 2008 20:53:10 GMT -5
Suzume looked at it for a few moments, wondering how she was going to eat without silverware when brilliance struck her, she set it on the ground and smiled, morphing into her fox form where she was no bigger than a kit and she began eating the chef boyardee, no silverware needed whatsoever. Her black tail swishing back and forth in a pleased manner and upon finishing she looked up at Brandon with an expression of 'moar plz.' she didn't see anything odd about her transformation and didn't believe anyone else would, either. She just sat there with her foxish grin on her face and her tail swishing back and forth, "Can I have another?" she asked, her lips didn't move when she spoke, but the words were audible, not telepathic. How she spoke was a mystery that not even Suzume understood, but she knew that it worked so she went with it. Her ears twitched slightly and she let out the faintest canine whine for food, she was begging, and with the adorable puppy-ish face, it kinda made you wanna drag her home and ask your mommy, "Can I keep it?"
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Post by demonfire on Feb 26, 2008 21:00:02 GMT -5
Brandon seemed stunned as the girl changed into a kitsune, not really expecting her to physically transform into a fox demon, mostly considering the fact that he had never heard of them. He had thought the ears and tail was some kind of costume, easily understood by someone in his position. Brandon was speechless, even more so by the fact that she talked and didn't move her lips. He cautiously reached for another Chef, opened it, and then slid it over to Suzume.
In his fit of fear, Brandon finally came to a realization, "Wait, are you part of 'Our Friends'?" Brandon asked, obviously referring to the codename of the covert operatives loyal to 'Us' and are trained to never reveal what they're mission is, duh.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 26, 2008 21:09:09 GMT -5
Suzume tilted her head to the side, "Ummmm... I'm not part of any group... but I'm always open to new friends!" she nodded, her voice very cheery and she ate the other container of Chef Boyardee only half-way, leaving the rest for later and she licked the bits of the tomato sauce from her little fox snout before shifting back to her more human form, a smile on her face, "Domo arigato gozaimasu." she said as politely as possible with a nice asian-style bow added in for good measure. She had been rude asking for more food, so she actually felt a little bad, besides... she just met the guy, so she shouldn't be asking for things, it wasn't exactly the best thing to do. She now watched him, her turquoise eyes sparked with magic as she waited for something to happen... wait... he seemed a bit... scared?
OMG!
She whirled around, expecting to see one of the mysterious 'them' behind her, her eyes wide and she let out a slight 'eep!' as her eyes looked frantically for the being but she saw nothing, save a few wandering spirits a little ways away, usually invisible to anyone else and from her experience generally harmless. There weren't even some of The Others around right now... nothing scary at all.
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Post by demonfire on Feb 26, 2008 21:21:48 GMT -5
"Right, I get you," Brandon said, giving a finger-snap-turned-thumb-up gesture and a wink in understanding, as if she was really doing her job as part of 'Our Friends' and not revealing her allegiances. When she spoke the Japanese, Brandon stared at her. Someone watching the scene from a differing plain would have expected the insane boy to say, "I don't speak Greek." Instead, he responded, "Non parlo giapponese, ma parlo Italiano," he said, in perfect Italian. He did come from an Italian family, so Italian was a mandatory language, whether intentionally or not.
When Suzume turned around, he instinctively got up against the table as to not be a target for any gunfire. Brandon put on the helmet, which was too big and as a result appeared a bit comical, on his head. This one was specially designated for him, as apparent by the blank playing card in the band around the helmet. He passed Suzume the other one and motioned for her to be quiet as he looked over the table's protective field.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Feb 26, 2008 21:47:56 GMT -5
Suzume put a helmet on her head, but unfortunately, she couldn't see whatsoever, considering the lip of the helmet came down over her eyes, she looked in Brandon's general direction, though not 'at' him, since she was looking at the inside of her helmet, the great thing about having her eyes covered though, was that she could see farther on a spirit plain now, she could see more roaming spirits and a few of 'The Others' which wasn't something she exactly wanted to see. She whimpered and raised the helmet, she didn't want to see the scary things, not when there were already so many scary things that she didn't know about that were supposedly coming. She suddenly missed Cecee very much. She sniffled slightly, suddenly the fort didn't seem like so much fun anymore and she hugged Brandon. She seemed like very much a little kid at that moment, the kind of kid that would probably be yelled at for being a crybaby, but she couldn't forget that her family was dead, memories she could thank Breen for and every once in a while she kinda forgot and was happy, but the sight of 'The Others' made it all come crashing back to her, "I'm scared..." she admitted to Brandon. She had to be happy for Cecee, but luckily, Cecee wasn't here right now, and she was allowed to cry in front of Brandon. Right?
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Post by demonfire on Feb 26, 2008 21:59:21 GMT -5
"It's okay, I'm scared now too. I'm always scared when 'They' come around, but you got to learn to overcome the butterflies!" Brandon said in an inspiring Big-Brother kind of encouragement. "Just remember that you can do it!" he said, mimicking Rob Schneider to an extent, although he was unaware that Suzume would most likely not recognize the homage. He peeked back over, seeing no one and relaxing. "It's okay, I think they've gone," Brandon said as he grabbed a Capri Sun, put the straw in the pouch, and began to drink from the fruity goodness. He pointed to the Capri Sun, asking with his gestures if Suzume would want any of the drink.
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