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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on April 14, 2017, 08:24:04 AM »
New chapter.

CHAPTER SIX:
Questions of Motivation

Noelle was hidden in the forest, and she could not see or hear her would-be assassin. All the same, her mind whirred. Ardnalil's family could have sent a hitman, or a two-bit assassin, to take her out, in vengeance for the death of their son -- a family that Noelle wasn't privy to.

Or maybe one of his fanboys or any of the townsfolk who idolized the cretin. Maybe Syko was behind it -- he worshiped Ardnalil. Maybe he was just a fan or just a closeted . . .even though that was considered somewhat taboo in Andalite society. Hell, Andalites weren't exactly the most progressive species out there, considering how they treated vecol, which Noelle found disgusting and disgraceful. Andalites, like humans and many other species, were far from perfect and idyllic. Aspirations of perfection were for the stupid and overachieving, anyway.

Or maybe, just maybe, this was completely unrelated to Ardnalil at all. That was a clear, and distinct possibility. But who could have possibly shot at her . . . whoever it was, they had a human weapon. They used it. This suggested highly that it was a human. Or possibly a human-Controller. Or possibly another species trying to frame a human to throw suspicion off themselves.

She swiftly acquired a raccoon and morphed it, hopefully out of sight of this would-be assassin. Then she clambered around looking for the said would-be assassin. She actually had to demorph and remorph at least once whilst looking for him or her. Until she thought she had eventually found her.

She was a human, female. Fair skin, hazel eyes. Long, dirty blonde hair tied into a tight bun. She had rather prominent, horse-like teeth that tended to stick out when her mouth was shut. She clutched some sort of rifle -- Noelle was unfamiliar with the specifics of human weaponry -- but she supposed that that kind of weapon was used for hunting. She wore what appeared to be similar to that ceremonial armor that the Knights of Humanity liked to wear (because apparently bigots really liked to play dress-up), only instead of metal, her body armor seemed to be made of kevlar upholstered with camouflage-print fabric, as well as having camouflage face paint.

She clearly didn't want to be seen. She wanted to kill Noelle and Noelle had no idea as to why. While Noelle wouldn't profess herself to be an expert, the look on this woman's face indicated that this wasn't a paid job -- it very well could be, but her face, her eyes especially, said this was personal to her.

Why? Noelle couldn't help but wonder. Why did this woman have it out for her? What could she have possibly done? Did Syko come to Earth and morph a human? But, if this was indeed Syko, why morph a human female? He was in the same mindset of Ardnalil in thinking woman as inferior, as property -- or at least, that was her take on him. If she wasn't Syko, then why did she want to kill Noelle so badly?

Was she a Knight? Her choice of attire would suggest that she was, but a more covert, black ops-style Knight. If she was not the only one, this could spell very disturbing consequences for RAF and non-Terran species on the planet. The Knights of Humanity like to style themselves as the defenders of mankind, when it reality, they consist of a bunch of bigots in the style of the Ku Klux Klan who like to play dress-up and talk big, and denounce integration with any non-Terran. Most RAFians have relegated them to nothing more but a nuisance status, as they haven't the resources or intelligence to become a real coherent threat.

Not yet. And considering the gunshot Noelle heard, was actually, apparently, an accidental misfire from her rifle, suggested that this woman wasn't exactly too skilled or trained at this. But, if she was a Knight, that was to be expected. And there was stronger evidence that she was a Knight, perhaps radicalized somehow, and that that was the reason she wanted to kill Noelle. Being an Andalite, Noelle was an alien to this world, she was a non-Terran. So, just by that account alone, she earns the ire of the Knights.

But the question was what to do next.
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by g to the h-izzle on April 13, 2017, 11:03:05 PM »
I think it was a game in one of the Windows Entertainment Packs. Y'know, the ones that were made for the Windows 9X systems?

. . . I'm not making myself look any less nerdy, I realize :P
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Terenia on April 13, 2017, 10:33:21 PM »
Yeah, I'm in the same category, gh. I've been so busy that I've really only had the bandwidth to pay attention to what my own characters are doing. I'm sure I've missed a few important things, so I need to go back and re-read.

To all: Sorry if I missed something!

...I know not of this Rodent's Revenge. It sounds vaaaguely familiar.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on April 13, 2017, 09:26:43 AM »
Quote
"Oh, aren't we forgetting one teensy weensy, but ever-so-crucial, tiny little detail?" Screweye said, almost in a singsong tone of voice, before roaring in sudden, unexpected rage, as if he would explode into a fiery inferno, "I OWN YOU!!!"

Haha, reminds me of Hades.

There's a very good reason for that. ;)

:edit: New chapter.

CHAPTER FIVE:
Reprise and Surprises

Ardnalil left in a huff, after realizing his self-aggrandizing song didn't woo Noelle the way he thought it would, vowing some day to marry her and make her a wife, his wife. He was completely unaware that this chase, this confession of seeing her as nothing more than a trophy, a prize to be won, was a major turn off for her. She despised him for seeing her as property, and that was a major factor in her dumping him, in her rejecting him.

She looked around, still in her morphed disguise, and asked to no one in particular, <Is he gone?>

When she was confident that he was, she demorphed, grousing, <He ask me to marry him. Me! The wife of that boorish, witless -->

Then she burst into a song:

<Madame Ardnalil,
Can't you just see it?
Madame Ardnalil,
His little wife.
No, sir! Not me!
I guarantee it,
I want much more than this provincial life!
I want adventure in the great wide somewhere,
I want it more than I can tell!
And, for once, it might be grand,
To have someone understand.
I want so much more than they've got planned . . .
>

She sighed heavily, as she put her hand on her Guide Tree. She felt a sadness in her hearts that she would probably never find a place were she wasn't considered an outsider, an oddity.

***

Ka-POW!!

The sound of the gunshot pulled her back to reality. It was a real gunshot. From a human-grade weapon. It was most definitely not a Shredder, Dracon beam, or blaster of any sort. Granted, she was not a weapons expert. But the intention was clear -- someone was using a human weapon to shoot at her.

She took a quick and succinct inventory of her surroundings and privately cursed that she had allowed herself to wander too far from the forum. And at a time where a majority of the other RAFians were either on missions, like Parker, or on personal business, like Cloak. The forum was pretty bare at the moment besides Hunter (babysitting Leatherhead) and XenoFrobe, on communications and monitoring duty.

Stupid! she cursed herself. It wasn't like there weren't fields in the forum specifically grown to accommodate RAFian Andalites. But no, she had elected to leave to travel to a field that she had foolishly and arrogantly believed to be secluded and unvisited by anyone but herself. She should have been wiser. She should have been more cautious.

She knew of the threat of the Knights. She knew what their xenophobic stance was on immigrant species like hers. She knew that these people would never welcome her -- and she should have thought to see if the field was being monitored in any way. She didn't take enough precautions. She peered around as she galloped for cover, dismayed that she couldn't see who was shooting at her.

It was when she found cover amongst the trees when an idea occurred to her. A pretty farfetched one, though. What if Ardnalil's family put out a hit on her, blaming her for Ardnalil's death? But that couldn't possibly be it. As far as she knew, he didn't have any siblings, and he had survived both of his parents.

But what if she was mistaken?



Song Source: https://youtube.com/watch?v=5Oni8_k5twU
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Ash on April 13, 2017, 09:24:47 AM »
Quote
"Oh, aren't we forgetting one teensy weensy, but ever-so-crucial, tiny little detail?" Screweye said, almost in a singsong tone of voice, before roaring in sudden, unexpected rage, as if he would explode into a fiery inferno, "I OWN YOU!!!"

Haha, reminds me of Hades.
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General Fan Fiction & Art / Re: Memoirs of a RAFian
« Last post by Cloak on April 13, 2017, 06:21:47 AM »
New chapter.

CHAPTER FOUR:
Ardnalil's Pitch

<Ardnalil,> Noelle said, sounding less than enthused, <what a . . . a surprise.>

<Isn't it though?> he said. <I'm so full of them.>

<You're full of something, alright,> Noelle muttered. Ardnalil apparently didn't understand her tone, or he chose to take it as a compliment. She had thought she had been clear when she ended it with him. She didn't ask for him to continually and routinely butt into her life.

She most certainly didn't ask him to sing.

<You've been dreaming just one dream,
Nearly all your life.
Hoping, scheming, with just one theme:
Will you be a wife?
Will you be some male's property?
Good news! That male's me!
This equation, girl plus man,
Doesn't just help you.
On occasion, women can
Have their uses, too.
Mainly to extend the fam'ly tree.
Noelle, extend with me!
We'll be raising sons galore.
>

She muttered as he sang the last lyric:

<Inconceivable.>

<Each built six foot four!>

<Unbelievable.>

<Each one stuffed with ev'ry Ardnalil gene!>

<I'm not hearing this."

<You'll be keeping scoop with pride!>

<Just incredible.>

<Each day gratified -- >

<So incompatible!>

<That you are a part of this idyllic scene.>

Then switched to speaking, <Picture this: A rustic scoop lodge, my little wife massaging my hooves, while the little ones amongst trees. We'll have six or seven.>

<Trees?> Noelle inquired, hoping she had misheard his intent.

<No, Noelle! Strapping boys . . . like me!> he said, proudly.

<Imagine that,> Noelle said, feigning politeness. It was obvious as to why she dumped his butt. But clearly he wasn't getting the message, and that made him even more fervent to marry her, despite she making it very clear the answer would be no.

He sang:

<I can see that we will share,
All that love implies.
We shall be a perfect pair,
Rather like my stalk eyes.
You are face to face with destiny!
All roads lead to . . .
The best things in life are . . .
All's well that ends with me!
Escape me? There's no way.
Certain as "Do, Re,"
Noelle, when you marry . . .
"

Then he abruptly returned to regular speech, "So, Noelle, what will it be? Is it "yes", or is it "oh, yes"?>

Noelle managed to duck his advances, vanishing, using the morphing abilities she got from accidentally touching an Esfacil device, (she had procured it on a visit to the project and no one noticed, so it was a little illicit, and thereby no knew she had it) and say, <I . . . I just don't deserve you!>

Ardnalil replied with, "Who does?"

Then belted out:

<ME!>

Noelle, escaping in a kafit bird morph, added rather insincerely, <But thanks for asking.>



SOURCE SONG: https://youtube.com/watch?v=s3iwwZ6SG48
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by g to the h-izzle on April 13, 2017, 04:45:31 AM »
*hugs Tara*

I might have gotten a little heavy-handed with Sorin's characterization there. But I am curious, does anyone actually remember Rodent's Revenge, or am I just crazy? :P

Also, I really need to catch up. I've been so out of the loop when it comes to pretty much every conversation I haven't  been a part of since . . . Jesus, I think around when William and Jeffrey stepped outside :P I really gotta read through all that soon
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by g to the h-izzle on April 13, 2017, 04:42:06 AM »
Guppy hesitantly walks over in the direction of Myitt's voice. "Yeah, I'm comin'," he says. He stops a few feet away from Myitt, unsure of whether or not he's about to run into her. "What'cha mean, it's still alive? This thing won't swallow us whole, will it?" Without turning around, he starts speaking a bit louder. "Salem, right? Sorry, but I'm thinkin' Myitt's a little tied up at the moment. You think you can hang tight for a bit?" He walks forward with his arm outstretched until his fingers brush up against the hull of the ship. "I think I found the thing. Whaddaya want me to do here?"



Sorin nods slowly, a small grin fixed on his face. "I guess that's fair. I'm not very politics-savvy as it is, to tell the truth. Not too many Yeerks out in my neck of the woods anymore." He leans over to Dalik and lowers his voice a little. "But there are more than enough bounty hunters. And that makes things . . . well, interesting, I guess."

Letting out a chuckle, Sorin leans back and plays with the straw in his drink. "You've seen the old Tom and Jerry cartoons, right?" His eyes light up as another simile pops into his head. "Actually, better yet, you ever play that one computer game, Rodent's Revenge, or something like that? Where you play as a mouse, and you're supposed to trap the cats? It's a little like that." He stops playing with his straw and his gaze becomes more focused.

"Apologies. I'm sure this sounds a little strange. Truth is, I don't get out much at all, and I can't say I have many friends, so my conversations may tend to delineate. What were we talking about?"
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: GESB: OOC Discussion
« Last post by Myitt on April 13, 2017, 03:21:55 AM »
Guys...since I killed off Tara last week (uh, again, that should be way weirder to me?), I've realized that this is now the only place outside of my own writing that I can play Myitt-and-Tara.

Sigh.

Thanks for this. :3
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Animorphs Role Playing / Re: Galaxy's Edge Space Bar
« Last post by Myitt on April 13, 2017, 03:15:36 AM »
"Simple conversation," Jorek comments to Ossanlin, but before he can get much further, his grin stalls.

He listens as the War-Prince discusses Forlin's presence on Earth. On Earth? Surely there had been rumors, but...

Jorek sets down his drink completely as Keshin arrives.

"By all means, don't let me ruin your plans," he tells Keshin and Ossanlin airily. "By the Kandrona itself, can't a fellow say 'hi' around here?"

Then giddy, boyish grin returns, as if he has every reason to be amused with himself.



Myitt has her ear pressed against the ship's hull, listening intently.

She holds up a finger to silence Salem.

"This is still alive," she tells him, signaling to Guppy, then remembering with a muttered, "ah, ****. Guppy, come over here. I promise I won't throw up on you."

To Salem she turns her exasperated attention and looks him up and down, appraising, squinting at him. She sucks on her teeth.

"Can it wait? Salem, kid, we left off on weird terms, I'm not in my right mind, and I'm building him some eyeballs." Again she gestures vaguely in Guppy's direction.

Hands on her hips, she looks back at Salem, with all the patience of a New York cab driver. "What? What is it you want?"



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