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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 15, 2007 19:51:14 GMT -5
Rhyme walked to center of a small clearing within the Dark Forest taking deep breaths. This would be the first time he tried this move. With a wave of his hand, he created some wire frame version of enemies with his powers. They wouldn’t do much, but they would at least give him some sense of using it against another person. Sit tight, I'm gonna need you to keep time Come on just snap, snap, snap your fingers for me Good, good now we're making some progress Come on just tap, tap, tap your toes to the beat
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well Don't you see, I'm the narrator, and this is just the prologue? The spell started as all the other, by the music beginning to play with Rhyme singing. As he sang he slowly began to spin, rising off the ground a small amount in the process, all starting on the second section of song. Before that he just stood there sing. But when he got to end of the second section of song he jumped, spinning his baton until it stretched out to a quarterstaff. As he landed he held his now staff on the ground staring at the wire people.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 15, 2007 20:08:19 GMT -5
Brandon was still continuing his self-guided tour of the grounds when he heard the singing. "That's the guy with the booby-trapped stage! He must be one of 'them'!" he whispered to his box goblin, "Time for some payback!" He grabbed the Sharpie Marker around his neck and began to chant 'Clock' over and over again, until in a quiet puff of smoke behind some underbrush a goblin that was identical to Box, except for wearing a huge clock-necklace around his neck. Next he began to chant 'Refrigerator' and then afterwards Fireplace. In two quiet puffs of smoke, a goblin with a cape of lettuce appeared and next to it a goblin with a steering wheel appeared on its head. "Well, I'm mostly getting the hang of it... One more try!" he chanted 'Fireplace' again, but out came a goblin holding a weed-wacker.
All in all, he had five goblins out, a box, a shed, a refrigerator, a clock, and a car goblin. Brandon pulled his robe over his mouth and nose, knowing what would happen next. "CHARGE!" he yelled. In an instant, the Car Goblin aka Car, expelled exhaust from his mouth and hands, creating an effective smoke screen for the rest, and some chokage for Rhyme. The refrigerator summoned what seemed to be a bottle of milk, with an expiration date of 1975, and threw it at Rhyme. The Clock began to weave it's arms around in circles, slightly slowing Rhyme down, while the berserk Shed Goblin charged at Rhyme, ready to fight to the death if need be. Shed began to wildly swing the weed-wacker at Rhyme, not really seeing where he was, in the fit of berserker rage. Box, on the other hand, stayed back with Brandon. He morphed the cardboard in Brandon's robes with his cardboard hat into a shield around him and Brandon, with a little peek hole to watch the battle. "DESTROY 'THEM'!" he shouted from the cardboard protectorate.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 15, 2007 20:28:06 GMT -5
Swear we'll shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young but desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear we'll shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives When Rhyme heard the yell he turned somewhat quickly, smashing the bottle of milk before it could hit him, its connects just missing him. He raised an eyebrow though when he saw a...’thing’ with a weedwacker coming after him. With a mental shrug he flicked his free wrist at it, sending a wavering blast of musical energy at it. Getting ready for anything else he spun his staff, it lightly glowing with a yellow glow from his powers. He quickly gave it a spin to blow away the smoke, not really noticing Brandon or the Clock Goblin that was slowing him down, or that he was even being slowed down.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 15, 2007 20:43:27 GMT -5
This was going to wear him out, but he needed the mental exercise. For a second his armor glowed, and in four poofs came four more Box Goblins. "Clock PUSH IT!" he yelled, and the little goblin began to weave more and more, which would cause a casual run turn into a slow walk. The Car Goblin kept spewing out the gases, and every time the bottle was knocked down, the Refrigerator or 'Fridge' kept summoning more of the smelly stuff, although right now it would just be a minor annoyance, if he kept it up for another 15 minutes it might turn into a problem. The Shed Goblin, still in a fit of berserk rage, recovered from the flip and once again charged at Rhyme.
Brandon was breathing deeply from all the summons, but the Box Goblins was all he really needed. The extra box goblins summoned more and more cardboard, and Box used the cardboard shield in the effort as well. The cardboard, more being summoned each second, began to create a towering golem of cardboard. The body seemed to be that of a giant humans, except the head of it was more like that of a dragon's. Three of the goblins began to control the massive beast, while the other two began to summon more and more cardboard.
The beast opened its mouth, and out came a cardboard like a regular dragon would spew fire. This cardboard, however, was layered, so that it would feel like steel, and was noticeably sharp, like a semi-sharpened sword. It was spewed out like splinters, blanketing the area in cardboard spikes. The rest of the goblins were smart enough to get out of there, except for the Shed Goblin, which continued its onslaught even with cardboard spikes being rained down upon it.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 15, 2007 20:54:57 GMT -5
Applause, applause, no wait wait Dear studio audience, I've an announcement to make: It seems the artists these days are not who you think So we'll pick back up on that on another page
And I believe this may call for a proper introduction, and well Don't you see, I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue During the relatively calm part of the song, Rhyme stopped the spinning and began to fight hand to hand...well, staff to goblin. He kept batting the disgusting food back at Fridge Goblin, smacking the stupid little Shed Goblin like a golf club really, and last he finally noticed the Clock Goblin thing and sent a blast of energy at it from his staff which just happened to be where most of the gas and car exhaust got blown to. Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives Rhyme began to spin his staff again when he saw the spikes of cardboard he began to spin his staff again, this time over his head. When he did so, he began to think about another song, which he used for a shield often, and a small sphere of energy began to seep from his spinning staff, encapsulating him in a half bubble of energy
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Post by demonfire on Aug 15, 2007 21:07:40 GMT -5
The splinters of cardboard bounced off the shield, but the two Box Goblins began morphing them back into the golem, making a never-ending stream of cardboard. The Clock Goblin vanished in a poof, and every time the Shed Goblin got hit it charged back at Rhyme, now it was covered bruises all over. The Car Goblin, now having come to a realization, ran around quickly to the other side of Rhyme and the golem, and once again began to spew car exhaust. One of the Box goblins took some of the cardboard and created a large cardboard fan, fanning the deflected car exhaust back at Rhyme, surrounding him in the gas all around. While the golem was spewing the cardboard spikes, the goblins made the foot kick out at Rhyme and his shield, hoping to get some reaction. Fridge was still hurling expired milk at Rhyme, more as a distraction, but if he got hit it might hurt considering he was hurling glass.
Brandon was still breathing heavily, and came to the realization that he couldn't do another summon without knocking himself out, so he began to shout at Rhyme, "This is what you get for joining 'them' scum!" Brandon was now behind thick shrubbery and the like, hoping to conceal himself from any crossfire. "You may reconcile for your deeds by surrendering! But if you don't I'll send you back to 'them' looking like a blueberry!" Even though in battle Brandon was much saner, he still had the haunting paranoia of 'them' and Rhyme was unlucky enough to become part of his twisted paranoia.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 15, 2007 21:44:37 GMT -5
During the break in the singing Rhyme let loose a burst of energy that blasted anything near him a good distance away. This sent to Shed Goblin flying some where toward a tree and the exhaust was sent out of the general area. He did miss one spike though that ripped through his shoulder, bleeding moderately. Ignoring it he began to sing again. Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, you swear to listen Swear to shake it up, swear to shake it up He began to spin his staff again, but this time it had a red aura and it was facing the dragon. The cardboard was deflected, but it could be seen, that when it did, it was singed and some of it alight. Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes, trophy boys, trophy wives
Swear to shake it up, and you swear to listen Oh, we're still so young, desperate for attention I aim to be, your eyes
At the end of the song he focused on his connection with Rain. This connection let her mind and power give his powers form and substance, which, because it was Rain, was fire. He let both his hands slip down toward one end of the staff and let the momentum spin his body completely, spinning the staff outward also. When he spun a complete 360 degrees he stopped, sending a wave of fire heading right at the cardboard Golem.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 15, 2007 21:58:27 GMT -5
The Cardboard golem threw it's own arm at the blast, to save the rest of it, and then it continued its onslaught of splinters towards Rhyme. The Shed Goblin that was thrown back charged again, although he wasn't running as fast as it could, now it was running with a slight limp after taking so much punishment. "GOBLINS! THIS IS WHAT WE TRAINED FOR! HE IS ONE OF 'THEM'! PLAN ALPHA-OMEGA!" In an instant, it seemed like the cardboard golem fell apart, and then surrounded the Shed Goblin. The weed-wacker, built for this plan, immediately began to grow as cardboard was sent inside of it.
Now, in the Shed Goblin's place was a huge, cardboard replication of it. The Car Goblin was jumping up on it's shoulders with help from the Box Goblins. It began to expel the flammable gas completely around the Cardboard-Shed Goblin. Fridge, in one final usage of the rest of his energy, summoned what seemed to be a couple glass jugs of milk and hurled them at Rhyme, and then disappeared in a poof. The Cardboard-Shed Goblin, now surrounded with flammable gas that would immediately explode when touched with fire and that had no place to go, began to kick at Rhyme and thrash with the huge weed-wacker. "I OFFER YOU ONE MORE CHANCE TO RECONCILE FOR YOUR DEEDS! "REMOVE YOURSELF FROM 'THEIR' SERVICE AND YOU SHALL LIVE!" Brandon yelled from his hiding place in the underbrush. Things were about to really heat up, that is if Rhyme just ignored the crazy child shouting from the underbrush.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 15, 2007 22:20:24 GMT -5
Rhyme cursed as he took Weed whacker attacks and kicked. Gritting his teeth, he focused all the left over energy from the song into his foot, and have the group a large kick right to the Shed Goblin’s chest, sending them effetely flying toward where he heard the voice call out from.
Next, he took his now flaming staff, and heaved it toward the bush also, but, doing something he learned from Puppetmaster, he left small strings of energy connected to the staff so he could still control it.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 16, 2007 20:05:54 GMT -5
The Cardboard-Shed Goblin broke apart before any real damage could be done, and all the goblins vanished in clouds of smoke. Before the flaming staff could reach the gas, Brandon took a piece of cardboard and waved it like a surrender flag, "I surrender! Don't make it explode!" At this point all of his goblins were completely gone, even Box, who was usually always with him, was gone. Fighting against this foe would kill him, especially because he was so physically weak. After throwing the makeshift flag in the air, he ducked under the brush and covered his head with his hands, expecting 'them' to have him killed through this explosion that would inevitably engulf the entire forest in flames if caught. Can't win them all...
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 16, 2007 21:02:46 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes as he saw the person who randomly attacked him for no reason surrender, he gave his hand a flick backward and his staff flew backward into his hand, where upon touching went out, totally unharmed by the flames. Grinning, he gave that hand a quick flick and it went back to it’s normal size and fell into the arm fabric of coat.
“You done or is some goblin going to jump out from the bushes behind me and start attacking me?” he asked, frustrated at having to fight when he was just practicing his song.
Though he did learn it was pretty good at fighting off large groups of enemies. He really needed to try it out on a real large group since it was so fast paced, it was made to have him moving around, smacking stuff with the newly discovered staff version of his baton.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 16, 2007 21:12:40 GMT -5
"DO YOU REALIZE YOU COULD HAVE SET THE ENTIRE FOREST AFLAME WITH SO MUCH GAS AROUND?! " Brandon said as he rose from his spot in the bushes. It seems he was crazy, but he at least was smarter than the children here. He scurried up to Rhyme, and whispered in his ear, "Are you one of 'them'?" In his fit of rage he forgot to ask if he actually was one of them, he just assumed that because he booby-trapped the stage that he was. "And why did you booby-trap the Karaoke Stage and not even give me a prize?!" he asked crazily, so that means he asked it normally for him. The cardboard that was once part of his armor was the only bit that didn't 'poof', and it began to fly towards Brandon, and then it was seemingly absorbed inside. Strange things for a strange child.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 16, 2007 21:27:00 GMT -5
Rhyme glared at him, not in the mood to be nice.
“And may I ask who summoned the gasoline in the first place? And what do you mean asking if ‘I am one of them?’ who is them. And I set my stage to do that if anyone tried to use it without me being there. And trust me, you got of lightly, if you would have done anything to hurt anyone...wow. And I didn’t give out the prizes, a creepy old man did, go after him if you want a prize, not me.”
During this time he gave the kid a shove away, he was getting way to close for comfort.
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Post by demonfire on Aug 16, 2007 21:37:45 GMT -5
"'THEM'! YOU DON'T KNOW ABOUT 'THEM'?! And people call me crazy," Brandon said, completely ignoring everything else. He scurried back up to Rhyme, "'They' are responsible for everything! Global Warming, Corruptness, RUTABAGAS! How have you not heard of 'them'?" Brandon scurried back to where Rhyme pushed him, afraid of being pushed back. This boy was certainly crazy if he didn't hear of 'them'.
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Post by ±Witchcraft± on Aug 17, 2007 13:32:10 GMT -5
“People call you crazy because you are crazy!” he yelled as he grabbed onto the kids arm, and spun on his heels, sending the kid flying at the highest rate of rotation of his spin.
“Jeeze, you should really see the school nurse for some meds, you defiantly need them...that or have some taken off.”
Rhyme was getting a bit disturbed and pissed off by this kid. He let his baton fall down near the bottom of his sleeve and made it read to turn into a staff again to beat off the kid if he got any crazier.
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