rainlightlyn
Grand High Paladin
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Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 14, 2004 6:21:59 GMT
"Well we could go back to the ruins." Naias shrugged. "Because there isn't much else here for shelter."
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Post by Ebony on Jan 14, 2004 23:31:23 GMT
Vlad looked up at the brightening sky. "No, that's alright, I can hide in the ground."
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 15, 2004 2:16:43 GMT
Naias shrugged. "Okay."
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Post by Ebony on Jan 15, 2004 2:27:08 GMT
Vlad frowned, "Just make sure that you stomp loud, so that I know what I'm doing."
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 15, 2004 3:44:31 GMT
"All right... all right..." Naias agreed, making shooing motions.
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Post by Ebony on Jan 16, 2004 4:45:18 GMT
Vlad glowered at her. "It's not sunlight yet!" he said, just as his hand went up in flame.
He dived underground with a screech.
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 16, 2004 22:08:09 GMT
Naias shook her head and picked up a long stick of what appeared to be bamboo. She started walking again, thumping the ground every few feet with the stick.
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Post by Ebony on Jan 18, 2004 1:54:00 GMT
Vlad hovered close under-ground, just so that he could hear the thumps. Soon the ground would get warm and he'd have to move farther underground. This was the only thing he hated about being a vampire.
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Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 18, 2004 4:47:59 GMT
Naias walked for a bit, humming to herself over the beat of her "walking" stick. after a while she started getting tired and sat down for a rest.
"I'm going to sleep for a bit." she said loudly, not sure if Vlad would hear her.
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Post by Ebony on Jan 18, 2004 19:40:25 GMT
Vlad glared at the ground above, why was there no more thumping? He swirled around in a circle, before hearing footsteps, maybe she just lost her stick. He began to follow the stomping, and squeeling?
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Post by Ebony on Jan 18, 2004 19:47:25 GMT
Billy Bob spread his arms out wide, he stomped his feet a few times to get the feel of the land. "Oi! Boys! I don't think we're in Saskatchewan anymore!" he poked a plant around him, it snapped at his finger. He screamed and leapt back. "Bad flower!" he scolded. Hearing his companion's motorcycle he turned around. "Definately not in Saskatchewan!" he rasped.
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Post by Rimmer on Jan 18, 2004 20:03:08 GMT
A thousand little hamster furballs thundered their way across'd what Cloyde swore was the Santa Fe.
"Dammit!" he screeched, feeling so deliciously like a country bumpin. He'd ran into a cactus and now he was certain to miss the ETA for Darwin Labs latest plutonium inquiry.
He dismounted Hog at the cactus parking spot, a hamster that rivaled Godzilla in size. However, Cloyde didn't know what made the little guy so big and such a strain to feed. He wolfed down 100 bags of hamster feed, daily.
"Billy Bo', how many times I gots to tell ye," scolded the older redneck, who'd just cracked open a Heinekin, and was still able to get drunk off it. That's how he kept his promise to the wife he thought he had made. "You can't touch the shrub. You don't pet 'um right, and they jus' don' like ye fer that."
To demonstrate, Cloyde stroked the plant with his fingers. The plant took one last look at its leaves, the only claim it had to beauty, before shriveling up and dying.
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Post by Ebony on Jan 18, 2004 23:36:45 GMT
Billy Bob watched with interest as the plant shrivled up. "Thank ya;Q I didn' know wha' I'd do if tha' thing got me!" To finish his statement, he slammed his hand into the small of Cloyde's back. Which caused him to topple back into a bush filled with the chomping plants.
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rainlightlyn
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Post by rainlightlyn on Jan 19, 2004 0:07:33 GMT
Cleatus looked around bewildered. "Ya know wha' I's think?" he mumbled. "We's been abud... abu... kiddynapped by Aylieans."
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Post by Rimmer on Jan 19, 2004 4:04:47 GMT
"You might be havin' a brainfart there Cleatus," smiled Cloyde. "Don't you go blaming it on the dog, now. Chicken was stamped into the ground, remember?" Even though his own memory was ailing him, he might still be right. Maybe.
Fishing around the lining of his deerstalker, he pulled out a cigarette. The smoke wavered in Billy Bo's direction as he puffed. "I think we needs to get Billy Bo' away frum them plants and find ourselves a straggler."
He took another drag. "And ask him if he knows any bars. I needs to find me wife. Der meatloaf's cold and beer doesn't heat it up.
I tried. It made the oven all soggy."
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