Made, more like.
They're detritus of discarded schemes, Saffa. She doesn't
always implement
every scheme she has. Some don't make the cut.
Anyway, new book ideas.
- Book DCCLXVIII: "Falling Out" -- Two RAFian foes have a tumultuous relationship, and the RAFians get sucked in.
- Book DCCLXIX: "The Fmek Reject" -- A Fmek retreats to Earth for sanctuary, which is seen as treason by other Fmeks.
New chapter.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
Debatable
"He's dangerous," Genies said.
"You said that he missed you by a wide margin," GH said.
They were back in the forum, and they had called together a brief council. Not a forum-wide announcement, mind you. The Creep's potential threat level was a rather contested subject on both sides.
"Imagine if there were other people there at that time," she pointed out. "He may have been
aiming for us, but he might have gotten someone else, someone he
wasn't aiming for.
That is why he's dangerous, if for no other reason but that."
"He has pitiful aim," Faerie said, "he has all the athletic prowess of Rotiart."
"Are you sure this guy is a legitimate threat though?" Parker asked.
"Didn't hear my point, Parker? The threat isn't because of --" Genies said, but Parker raised his hand to indicate that he wasn't finished.
"My point being, is this within
our jurisdiction?" the SPARTAN said. "Can't the police force competently cope with a joke like this guy?"
"He had acid pies," Blue said.
"Pie. Singular." SuperNate corrected.
"Not to mention that little bunny bazooka he had," Horse said. Then she looked rather mutinously at Hunter and Marie. "And thanks again for leaving me behind, you two."
"And those ugly holograms he had," GH pointed out. "Assuming he programmed them himself, and didn't just take it from anyone else."
"Those pink-headed arrows," Helen noted. "And the bow. He had those, too."
"That ball firework thing, too," Dino added, with a slight harrumph -- she doesn't like her naptime to be interrupted, and she found that as a grievance with the Creep.
"And that flamethrower," Ash said. "He was going to torch a tree in the town square."
"Not to mention those sludge turkeys of his," Abby added.
"Don't forget his ballistic balloon launcher," Saffa put in. Then she had something occur to her, "My god, that sounds like a 90s action figure accessory."
"Again, why can't the cops cope with that?" Parker insisted. "Every report given was that he couldn't throw the acid pie to save his life, he couldn't shoot and hit his target at point-blank range, and he isn't the sharpest tool in the shed. How does that necessitate it to our jurisdiction? I ask, not because I don't want to take action, but because that's how the media will ask, and they could quite easily turn the populace against us if the gullible are massive enough."
"The media be damned," Genies said, anger getting the better of her. "This guy is dangerous. He may not be dangerous like Malice or Queen, but his own ineptitude and incompetence, ironically enough,
makes him dangerous!"
"Unfortunately, the media has a lot more power to wield than you give them credit for," Cloak said, speaking at last. "Jombo and the Spineless Ones are crystal-clear proof of just how far it can go. And how destructive it could be."
"I still want to know how he escaped me," Blase said, mulishly. "One second, I had him. The next second, he was gone with no trace."
There was a brief muttering of confirming agreement, followed by an uneasy silence. It was only broken by . . . er, Broken.
"It's almost as if he Apparated," the magic expert said.
"That would mean that he was versed in Potterian magic," Faerie said.
"Who said he wasn't?" Broken said, with a shrug.
"There really isn't any evidence on way or the other," Richard noted.
