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Post by Seven on Nov 15, 2009 17:42:57 GMT -5
Devon sighed a breath of relief, but the Lady did not stop there.
"Oh, that thing? How do you know the aliens didn't rig it so this traitor wouldn't be suspected?"
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Post by Rojo on Nov 15, 2009 17:56:21 GMT -5
"Because, PRIVATE," Chuck emphasised the word because he was Liuetenant and she wasn't "I am Lieutenant here, you are not. And Cpl. Devon here is NOT an alien. Why, he came from the same backwater town I did! I remember we used to go fishin' in the breeze. . ." he sighed and reminisced memories that never existed.
Yzek stared on, his latent abilities of psychoanalyzing fizzing with power. Humans, he had decided, were completely and utterly bonkers. Kazoo. Betwoddled. Cuckoo. Loco. COmpletely fandango.
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Post by Seven on Nov 15, 2009 18:45:42 GMT -5
Devon stares, blinking. "Umm...Lieutenant....if that was the case--that you KNEW I wasn't an alien--and since we grew up together and everything, why did you doubt me?" Devon asked, then sniffed pathetically.
The Lady just continued to grin as wide and cruelly as a Cheshire Cat.
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Post by Rojo on Nov 16, 2009 16:42:19 GMT -5
"Because of. . ." Chuck paused as someone played a single low note on some sort of dramatic instrument somewhere in his head "AMNESIA!" The chord repeated but more loudly. Usually gasping followed dramatically.
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Post by Seven on Nov 16, 2009 22:20:13 GMT -5
"Ah, I forgot you had sporadic episodes of amnesia," Devon, nodding, as if that had been the case all along. The lady merely sweatdropped.
"Ermm....right," she muttered to herself.
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Post by Rojo on Nov 17, 2009 12:00:40 GMT -5
"Anyway. .. ONWARDS!" Yelled the enigmatic Liuetenant, charging blindly into the tunnel that suddenly appeared.
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Post by Seven on Nov 19, 2009 2:17:24 GMT -5
The lady blinks. "Where did that tunnel come from?" she says, asking the 'alien' of the group. Devon, however, blindly charges.
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Post by Rojo on Nov 20, 2009 17:03:19 GMT -5
The mandibles clacked for a few seconds.
"No idea," the translator told her "although I do have a strange urge to give a large yellow bear with a polka-dotted bandage around his eye some money. . ." Yzek shrugged and followed the other two into the tunnel.
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Post by Seven on Dec 4, 2009 21:30:50 GMT -5
The lady furrowed her brow, said nothing, and also followed into the tunnel. She didn't want to ask Commander Loony where it ended.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 5, 2009 15:11:55 GMT -5
After a brief trek through the badly-thought out tunnels (Such as no visible support for the ceiling despite the heavy shelling and the fact that none of them got lost despite the tunnels being in complete darkness) the squad arrived out of a small hole onto an enormous battlefield that appeared to be (in somewhat cliched fashion) just outside Washington DC. AA guns fired lasers into the sky at stereotypical flying saucers as little green men in space suits ran around blasting the good ol' Marines to smitherines. There was some clicking from the back of the procession followed by a monotonous voice:
"I find that offensive."
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Post by Seven on Dec 6, 2009 1:40:08 GMT -5
Devon went straight to work, rushing off to man some guns for the defense. The lady, however, began to wonder about the ability to alter the world with mere thought. As she listened to the 'real' alien's clicking, she began to imagine him as a cute, shy looking Japanese high school girl. With a bento box. Mmmm....bento box.
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Post by Rojo on Dec 6, 2009 18:32:03 GMT -5
Yzek felt his body changing, his hard green carapace changing into a silky school uniform. His brain (well, his primary one) went into overdrive, denying this sudden change. He felt the various depresses in skin change back into good old hard outer shell and his half-developed vagina turn back into a womb and his five toes divide back into two large ones. He glared at the girl, who had a dreamy expression. He clicked.
"How dare you! You had no right to perform such activities on my. . ." he stuttered off, realising he was speaking English! That was impossible. He physically could not do it, but here he was. . .his new voice was low and bass, rumbling and important. He quite liked it.
"COME ON TROOPS!" Chuck yelled, forgetting their original reason for being here and charging out onto the battlefield, his little cartoony laser pistol firing bright green shots which did not kill but stun. This perhaps says something about Chuck's gentle giant nature.
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Post by Seven on Dec 6, 2009 20:49:43 GMT -5
The lady, having completed her experiment, only grinned widely at Yzek. She ignored his outrage, and then his sudden confusion, feeling quite proud of herself. "Do you realize what this means?" But she didn't wait for his answer, quickly turning away.
The lady suddenly decided that this little war was getting boring. Nothing was dying, she noted. And quite frankly, she felt it was high time to throw another monkey wrench into the equation. She skipped off to behind a convenient rock which hadn't been there until she required it, ducking down beneath it. First, she contemplated flying, but that was too cliche. No, she decided on something else.
Very soon, the lady began to grow to a massive create--no longer a lady at all--but rather green and covered with scales. Her face began to elongate into a snout, her mouth holding vicious teeth, her back became spiny and her eyes bright yellow. Frankly put, she turned herself into basically a Godzilla-type creature. Then, she decided that it would be fun to kick over all the little buildings and swat at all the little flies. Also, she decided that laser eyes were appropriate. Everywhere she looked, there was a beam of red of massive destruction. And roaring meant sonic booms. And hiccups started a tsunami. And bleching recreated the black plague, and her drool out to be toxic slime. Her neck became quite long, like a giraffe's, as she realized she'd need it to get at the aliens. Which she decided were delicious--shiny flying space-ship-shaped wrappers and all. Mmm....yummy.
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