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Animorphs Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Animorphs Reboot
« Last post by Artisan219 on July 20, 2017, 02:30:45 PM »
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on July 20, 2017, 11:29:16 AM »
You're clean as a keychain.

New chapter.

CHAPTER SEVEN:
Collecting Avarice and a Furry Souvenir

"Wait," Hunter said, perplexed as Donald Couch attacked him. He wore an orange uniform with black on the upper arms and an orange ring to match. Even an orange domino mask. The emblem on his chest was a circle with a spike connecting it to the outer circles to the upper right, upper left, lower left, and lower right and a "V" to the top. "I thought there was only one of you!"

"Mine . . ." was the boy's only reply, the ring already warping his mind into wanting nothing but to have things, to horde things, to make things his and his alone. Which could explain the mask -- his identity was his and his alone to know. He was after Hunter's weapons. But the RAFian was not about to allow Couch to have them. "Give them to me."

He was an Orange Lantern -- a second one. One that wasn't a construct. An oddity. If Larfleeze knew about this, he would not have tolerated it. Orange was the light of avarice, of greed, after all. There wasn't really any explanation as to how he came across the ring -- but chance are that it chose him. Maybe this was an indication of Larfleeze's death, or otherwise loss of the ring. Maybe it was duplicated for some reason by a Guardian of the Galaxy (Cloak preferred to call them Oans, and despised calling them Guardians of the Galaxy). Whatever the reason he came by it, the fact of the matter was he had it. And it was very dangerous to have, especially for a pampered, entitled rich boy.

"No," Hunter said, firmly.

"GIVE IT TO ME!!!" he raged, far more unaccustomed to not getting what he wants than Larfleeze ever was.

Hunter had to fight the temptation to shoot him in the head. He had the shot, too. He had heard what Cloak knew of this ring type. All his thoughts and emotions were supplanted for insatiable greed and avarice. He would always be hungry for materialistic things, and it would be a hunger that would never be satisfied. At least, for very long. The ring was a parasite, and the wearer was a slave to have everything now.

"No, boy!" Hunter said, just dodging.

Suddenly, Boundless was there. Watching. Neither the RAFian or Orange Lantern noticed at first. This enabled Boundless to understand the fueling emotion for the Orange Lantern ring.

Boundless devised the perfect way to get his prize. When Hunter had to deliver several swift blows to Donald, causing him to back off momentarily before continuing his attack, Boundless descended, almost like a deity descending from on high.

Donald was distracted, when Boundless "accidentally" showed its trickets -- a Red Lantern ring and two keychains. But Hunter saw these as well, and immediately said, in a strained voice, "Dino? Bladeh?" before Boundless jingled them out of sight, into a hidden pocket.

"Mine!" Donald cried, as he lunged towards eleven o'clock.

"No," Boundless said, dodging easily, plucking the ring off his finger. This freed Donald from the orange curse, and he was able to feel something other than greed -- yet, it still motivated him as it did with his entire affluent family. "Mine."

Donald looked around, confused about what happened to him. Seemingly without any memory of his time as a Orange Lantern.

"And," it said, turning toward Hunter, who actually took a step back. "A souvenir."

Suddenly, Hunter's vision blurred and faded to black. Then Boundless held up a Hunter keychain.

"Gotta collect them all," he said, with a malicious, sneering smirk.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by DinosaurNothlit on July 20, 2017, 08:44:34 AM »
I wonder if I'm still covered in blood vomit, even as a keychain.  :P

P.S. I laughed at the "Internet?" comment.  I know nothing of human babies, besides that they are gross.  :P
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on July 20, 2017, 05:59:03 AM »
New chapter.

CHAPTER SIX:
Collecting Rage and a Couple of Souvenirs

Bladeh and Dino had been dispatched to deal with a rampaging Red Lantern. Her hear was black and wild, her skin a pale, pasty white. She wore the red and black uniform of a Red Lantern, while her hands were bare. She wore the Red Lantern symbol --  a circle framed by two lines that were crooked when they parted company with the circle, like the horns of a bull. Her lips were ruby red, but whether that was lipstick was blood or lipstick, it was much too difficult to discern, even with the napalm-like blood dribbling from the left corner of her mouth, eyes devoid of any pity or mercy, of any hope or compassion, of any fear -- nothing but barely contained rage. The woman Red was like a feral beast, fierce and untamed.

It was Nancy Stepford, back after being on Ysmalt. Apparently, Atrocitus or whoever was in charge of the Reds didn't think her worthy enough bathe in the lake of blood to regain her faculties and sanity. So, she was still a beast of rage and anger, unaware of the consequences or possible ramifications of her actions. She would not be a person able to stand court, on the count of overt and obvious insanity and being mentally unfit to do so.

Bladeh nor Dino would recognize her, but then again, everything happened at Nurse Nancy incident was brought to them by mere heresay, as they were not present. But, even if they did recognize her, it would have been very difficult to tell that this woman was the same one who were hypnotizing students to care nothing nothing for entertainment pursuit, and concentrate on improving test scores.

"I really wish she'd stop vomiting up on me," Dino complained. If it wasn't for her thick, tough hide, she could very possibly be in mortal danger right know. "It's like trying to feed a human baby and trying to keep it all down."

"How would know what that's like?" Bladeh asked, playing more defense than anything else.

"Internet?" Dino said, rather like Timmy Turner.

"What does that have to do with -- uh, who's that?" Bladeh said, seeing a silhouette in the distance flying towards Nancy, who evidently saw its presence as offensive, and moved immediately to attack it.

Boundless had appeared, floating ominously, like one of those UFO sightings made with bad Photoshop and a shaky camera. He was ignoring the huge ankylotyrannus and tiny cat. He was only interested in the feral monster that was Nancy, who just vomited her napalm-like blood from her mouth, staining her lips again.

"Ugh!" Dino said, with disgust. Her tough, scaly hide might be sufficient to protect her, but that didn't mean that it didn't cause her extreme discomfort, every time it hit her -- and, face it, she was a large target. "I really wish that she would stop doing that!"

"What does that thing want?" Bladeh asked.

"Deal with the Red Lantern first, Bladeh," Dino said, almost scolding, "then we can worry about the stupid apparition over there."

But she had barely had the last word out of her mouth, when the creature's eyes glowed and Nancy was forced, spread eagle, in midair. She still vomited her napalm-like blood, some of which still hit Dino.

"Oh, c'mon!" was her complaint.

Boundless, seemingly without much, if any, effort, approached her from behind. She still tried to vomit her blood on it, but it approached at such an angle that that would be impossible.

"What does it want from her? Is it an ally?" Bladeh wondered aloud.

Boundless removed her ring, causing her uniform to vanish, and caused her to immediately go into cardiac arrest. Red Lantern rings basically replace the hearts of their wearers, and Nancy had been one for four or five months now. Their hearts become vestigial, and their ring usurped its function.

Boundless did not know this. And it did not care. It did not care now that Nancy was dying, and she was of sound mind again.

Then it looked at the two RAFians and considered. Then it raised its hand and both of their vision blurred before fade into black, and their minds went blank. They vanished.

Then it revealed that it now had two new keychain bobbles thingamajigs. It was Bladeh, looking like a maneki-neko, and Dino, appearing more like a toy-like, chibi-style ankylotyrannus.

"You two could be useful to the end of all things," it murmured as it went off to search for the orange light construct it needed.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Luke Skywalker (Ossanlin) on July 20, 2017, 05:37:22 AM »
Ossanlin spares a stalk-eye for Mar, Al, and Salem as he waits for the female to respond.  His main eyes arch a bit as Salem speaks of a "cessation."  Inside, he wants to burst out laughing at the sheer madness of that suggestion, but the eye-twitch is the only visible reaction.  Salem surely isn't stupid enough to think that the Andalites would simply stop and allow the Yeerks to run rampant.  Such attrition would lead only to one end...the enslavement and destruction of the galaxy, Andalites included.  The Yeerks, for their part, are certainly no-more-likely to stop as they push ever outward, gobbling up planets and species as they go.  Which means that Salem is likely spinning a tale for some purpose...whether to try and dislodge information, or to try and throw Ossanlin off-guard...or for some other purpose entirely.  The man is nothing but ulterior motives.

<<This is all very entertaining, Salem...however, I would appreciate it if we moved past the mind-games and on to the true thrust of your verbal web.>>  His tone clearly demonstrates that he doesn't believe a word of what the trader is saying.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Shenmue654 on July 20, 2017, 01:19:53 AM »
Wellll ****. Still no time, but at least my excuse is iron-clad: My girlfriend had a bad fever and needed my support. : [ 102 degrees, but given how sick regular her is that could still impact her ability to breathe. I was there with her until midnight. See you guys hopefully tomorrow; My big assignment's also done.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Aluminator (Kit) on July 19, 2017, 11:09:02 PM »
Posted. Finally. On the upside, if I'm not trying to make my posts as overlong as normal, I can do them more often! Theoretically!

Eh, not a whole hell of a lot over here. Can't remember if I mentioned here or not, but I've been going through some **** lately, and I've been dealing with the emotional baggage that's brought along
Yeah, so you implied. I'm so sorry >.< Here's hoping it blows over/gets betters/hurts less soon (depending upon what applies). For what it's worth, we're always still here for camaraderie and momentary bits of distraction.

In my case, I'm frankly just exhausted. I'm going to take a stab at it today, but one of the nicer things about this is we all know that we ain't as young as we used to be. My top-class work has been going towards a thing with Oss that I really, really love. : 3
You may be exhausted, but at least you make a point of checking in here semi-regularly (even when you can't post), which is more than I can say for myself :P The thing you're talking about is you two's 1v1 RP here, right? I really do want to read that when I get the chance ^_^ Even if it's just you two having fun, you're both amazing writers and I always enjoy reading what you do ^_^
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Aluminator (Kit) on July 19, 2017, 11:04:09 PM »
Al wanders to the top of the ship's ramp, his posture an exaggerated slouch that's completely at odds with his classy suit. He stands beside Mar, though perhaps not as closely as he'd stand to most people. When he spots the Andalite newcomer, he favors her with a goofy grin and a wave. "'Sup?" He shoots Mar a sidelong look and casually says, in a melodramatically haughty tone, "I'm a bit of a social ambassador."

Salem smiles to himself and slowly trails in Ossanlin's wake, still staying out of sight of whatever new Andalite has found her way here- he comes to a stop staring at Al and Mar, framed in the hatchway. <<That's true, from a strategic standpoint. Neither side is any more likely to be defeated now than they have been for years. I'm talking about a cessation of hostilities.>> He hesitates, then swallows. There's a lot of detail to go into, but he's still not convinced Ossanlin is a... safe resource. He'll see what the War-Prince makes of this little tidbit.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: End of RAF
« Last post by DinosaurNothlit on July 19, 2017, 08:54:25 PM »
Chapter Sixty-seven

Aftran padded away from her former prison, still controlling Monica's morphed body, a panther.  Bear quickly left her behind as he rejoined the battle, eager to help his fellow RAFians.  Aftran, meanwhile, crept behind shadows of rocks, watching the battle, but hesitant to actually engage in the fight.  She still considered herself an ally of Queen, but she had no personal grudge against the RAFians.  And as she watched them losing ground against their enemies, she couldn't help but feel a slight tug of pity for them.

<Please,> Monica moaned in her mind.  <Let us end this.  We have to go after . . . her.>

Aftran considered for a moment, but then picked up another thought from Monica's mind that Monica had opted not to voice aloud.  <We could run,> Aftran said.  <We could be safe, far away from this place.  Forget her.  Forget the RAFians.  You know they mean nothing to you.>

Monica snarled.  <This isn't about the RAFians.  This is about freedom.  I would rather die, right now, on my own terms, than be her slave for one moment more.  I will not spend my life cowering in that specter's shadow!>

Aftran winced.  Even though Monica was talking about Queen, Aftran knew that it was only through her that Queen now had power over Monica.

She had once thought that the other Aftran, the one from those books that Monica remembered, was a naive fool.  But, she considered now, was it really so naive to value freedom over oppression?  Aftran had spent so long in darkness, in fear.  It had been so very long, since she'd had any opportunity to decide her own fate.

Aftran and Monica had that much in common, it seemed.  Both of them had long-since been slaves to Queen.

Aftran turned Monica's feline head towards Queen's fortress, eyeing it ponderingly.  Deciding, for herself, what to do . . . it was a strange and yet powerful feeling.

A burst of flame erupted from a nearby stunted tree, catching the attention of the panther's instincts.  But that could provide an advantage, Aftran realized.  Ignoring the part of the panther's mind that feared the fire, Aftran plunged into the billowing black smoke.  From one fire to the next, she slipped, unseen, through the battlefield.  A shadow.

Under cover of smoke provided by those demonic fires, Aftran and Monica prowled towards the woman who had ended the world.

"Hmm," Claw muttered to himself, looking around for Bear.  "Wasn't there another me, somewhere?  Hello, me, where are you?"  He looked at a bewildered Andalite, who was staring at him.  "Have you seen me?" the bear asked Russell.

<Uh . . . > the Andalite said.  <Wait, where is Bear?  What did you do to him?>

"I, the other one, am gone," Claw said sadly.  Then he held a paw up to his nose, and sniffed.  "Oh!" he said, sounding surprised.  "I'm me!  That's what it was.  I thought I was somebody else."

Suddenly, the Andalite seemed to wince in pain.  <No, no, not again!> he yelled, and took off at a gallop.  Another, similar-looking Andalite, this one with orange-tinted fur, arrived at a leisurely pace.  He glanced at Claw with one blank blue stalk eye, turning his other towards the nearby battle between Cody and his Reverse, before he ambled along after Russell once more.

Broken was casting spell after spell, but almost every spell was absorbed by the nanites that streamed from Restored's wand.  Broken, himself, didn't use a wand.  As a sorcerer, he had an innate magic that he could direct simply with his words and the motions of his hands.

"Petrificus totalus!" Cody uttered, a paralyzing spell.  Only part of the magic made it through the swarm, slowing Restored's movements, but only for a few moments.  "Aaah!" Broken yelled, as a stray nanite touched his skin, paralyzing him at the ankle.  He stumbled, limping urgently away from the rest of the swarm.

The nanites weren't just absorbing magic, Cody suddenly realized.  They were able to redirect it!

"Finite incantatum!" he yelled, hoping that a magic-nullifying spell might have some effect on the tiny robots' abilities.  But, as the swarm of nanites surged up his leg, he could suddenly feel his own magic ebbing away, even as his joints locked in place.  Petrified and powerless.

"That was the wrong spell to use in this situation, wasn't it?" he berated himself.  Broken was helpless, now.  Restored grinned, flashing his silvery teeth in a predatory smile.

Despite himself, out of the corner of his eye, Cody noticed the two dinosaurs, Dino and her Reverse, right at the moment when they both blinked out of existence.  What the . . .

Slowly, realization dawned on him.  The Marks were designed to deactivate upon the death of their wearer.  There was no point protecting the timeline of a corpse, after all.  But, without the protection of the Mark, instead of simply dying, the RAFian would be erased from existence, their parents already having died before that RAFian had been born.  The Mark was the only thing that currently tethered them to existence.  Without it, they would vanish.

But . . . their Reverse selves wouldn't exist, either, if the RAFians themselves didn't exist.  They had been created by RAFians, so . . .

They could be unmade.

Restored stalked away from Broken, unconcerned about the fallen sorcerer.  Broken was powerless, and killing him would be a kindness, one that Restored would not give him.  Instead, he would make Cody watch, as his friends died in his stead.  With a gesture of his metal wand, he summoned his nanites away from Broken, towards Russell, who was on the ground, shaking, with his hands over his ears, blood streaming down the sides of his face.  Ellruss stood above him, watching his suffering with a strangely childlike curiosity.  The nanites streamed in a silvery river towards the prone Andalite.

Broken weakly lifted his arm, bringing his Mark into his field of vision.  That soothing blue 'R' in front of him, wrapped comfortingly around his wrist.  There was nothing else left that he could do, and he could not allow Restored to attack his fellow RAFians.  And maybe, just maybe . . . if enough of the other RAFians could survive . . . if they could manage to wrest the Time Matrix back from Queen . . . they could still fix this.  They could fix everything.

In this timeline, he could die.  So that, in another, he might live.

With a wistful sigh, Broken reached for the strap of his Mark, and yanked.  There was a thin, sharp, pulling pressure.  Like an IV was being drawn out of him.

After that . . . nothing.  No sensation, no consciousness.  No existence.

Broken was gone.

But Restored, and his deadly horde of nanites, were gone, too.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Shenmue654 on July 19, 2017, 12:10:52 PM »
Aaaannnd....never mind. I just realized that I don't have anyone's post to react to. :P Oh well. That just leaves the other thing I'm doing, which is going to take a bit more time but may still be doable today.
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