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Post by Cervil on Feb 1, 2005 5:18:02 GMT -5
"Hey! I got chairs!" I said walking in from the end of the hall with four chairs... one for each of the spectators.
"I didn't even notice you left... hey... where'd you get them from?" Jessy asked.
"Some guy outside... giving away chairs... seemed quite convenient." I said, putting the fold-up chairs down for us to sit on.
TPot, Jessy and Pariat looked outside and there was a man with a wagon who had a sign saying 'giving away chairs'.
"Why would he come to a mostly deserted cliff to give away chairs anyway?" TPot asked.
"Beats me..." I shrugged.
The man rode off on his wagon.
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Post by Cervil again on Feb 1, 2005 5:20:28 GMT -5
*Fencing guy's POV*
"Hmmm... you are becoming quite amusing!" I said to the other while ignoring the fool esclaiming about how boring this was to her.
We began to fight again, swishing, stabbing, blocking, stepping, thrusting... it was like it would never end!
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Post by TPot on Feb 1, 2005 5:23:14 GMT -5
I looked at the chair suspiciously. "What?" Cervil asked. I looked at the chair again. "The chair is extremely uncomfy."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Feb 1, 2005 8:08:56 GMT -5
"Might be to do with this." I kicked my chair and knives flew out of it.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Feb 1, 2005 20:37:44 GMT -5
"Amusing, eh?" I smirked. "T'anks. Mos' people jus' call me an annoying bastard," I charged in again, breaking into a combination that blocked. "Y'know, any chance i could get you're number after we done here? I could use a good sparin' partner, ne cest pas?"
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Post by Cervil on Feb 2, 2005 1:45:16 GMT -5
(((You have to go ruining a funny moment... don't you?)))
"Talk about ripping you off!" I said and started walking out.
"Where you going?" Jessy asked.
"I'm gonna go get my money back!" I said angrily.
"I thought you got those for free..." Jessy stated.
"Oh yeah." I stood still for a few seconds, "Way to wreck a good dream!"
"Sorry." She turned and watched Doc and the fencing guy again.
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Post by Cervil on Feb 2, 2005 1:47:39 GMT -5
"I haven't had this much of a talent in years! If you manage to somehow survive... I'll practice withyou!" He replied. (Fencing guy) "But for now... back to the match!"
He ripped into a combo of his own.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Feb 2, 2005 12:03:42 GMT -5
I watched. I had to learn how to fence. It looked really fun.
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Post by Jackson ''Doc'' Ellison on Feb 4, 2005 0:27:16 GMT -5
"A-ha! So! Parry! Dodge! Spin! Thrust!" *SMACK!* My rapier hit him in the face, not drawing blood, but leaving a mark. "Admit it, you're enjoying this."
(((A tribute to Daffy Duck. ;D)))
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Post by Cervil on Feb 4, 2005 1:29:33 GMT -5
*Fencing Guy's POV*
"Yes... I am" Spin, block, trip Doc over, "but there's still no way you can win!"
Doc jumped up again and thrust, I did the same and they both landed on our chests.
"Um... draw!" Doc said amazed.
"These are odd curcumstances." I replied.
(((It 'IS' when you get the other on the chest... right? Where the heart should be?)))
"So now what?" Doc asked, "Rematch?"
"I'm half decent... here... I'll let you though... all of you." I said, "on one condition."
"What?" Doc asked.
"You give me a rematch if you come back out!"
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Feb 4, 2005 1:51:37 GMT -5
I watched. Well, that was an anti climax.
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Post by Jack on Feb 4, 2005 2:59:47 GMT -5
*TPot*
"Aww well......" I said. "It was fun while it lasted."
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Feb 4, 2005 12:12:22 GMT -5
I shrgged. "All good things come to an end."
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Post by Cervil on Feb 4, 2005 18:34:41 GMT -5
"Meh... I still wanted a better chair!" I complained.
The fencing dude led us to a nearby wall, he pulled out a key and fitted it into a slot.
"I'm the only one who has this key, but I have to warn you, watch out for..." suddenly he was blasted from behind and killed instsantly.
"What the?" I looked around. Roboton stood, his arm in the form of a cannon.
"Why the hell'd you do that for?" I asked.
"Because he is under my control... that's why!" Cyberton floate down, "good work my former enemy!"
He stood behind Roboton.
"but how?" i asked.
"he may be complex... but in the end... he is still just a computer... he can be reprogrammed to do whatever you want!" Cyberton explained, "and that's just what I did, reprogrammed him to serve me!"
Roboton pointed his cannon at us.
"And he's a very good shot!" Cyberton warned.
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Post by Jessy Jackson on Feb 5, 2005 4:03:10 GMT -5
"Mal?" The question hovered in the air like a bird.
"I'm taking care of it," came the AI's reply. He was ticked off.
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