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|ToKHigh - Semester Adventures; We're BACK|
|Topic Started: Jul 21 2011, 08:25 PM (1,432 Views)|
|Jackal||Jul 21 2011, 08:25 PM Post #1|
judgment/10 - Temple Tsundere
When the next month rolls around, it'll have been two years since the ur-Temple Thing, ToKHigh. This is, of course, as good a time as any to reboot the series, both for people who haven't seen and people who always wanted to see more of ToKHigh.
Unlike the last story, however, which was one big overarching plot, this time around it's more a collection of short, three-to-five chapter stories, each involving a different clique. A few members of older cliques have been changed around - Notably the Writers and the Delinquents (Who all appear in this first story). A few new cliques with mostly newer members who hadn't joined when ToKHigh first rolled around are also present.
Anyway, that's enough time wasting, let's get down to business, shall we?
Writers Clique - A Road Less Taken, pt. 1
"For the last time, brats, QUIT STEALING LIBRARY BOOKS!"
The laughter of two delinquents rang out as they darted behind a bookshelf, narrowly dodging a shotgun blast. They smacked a set of encyclopedias off of the shelves, but this did nothing to stop their pursuer from hopping over the pile and continuing to fire shells at the two. They didn't need to throw obstacles at their pursuer anyway, considering how horrible his aim was. He switched from a shotgun to a combat rifle and fired in bursts, corraling them like so many sheep towards their pen. And in this case, their pen was the exit.
The clamoring of the sensor went off as they fled the scene of their crime, a sign that they'd managed to get away with another set of magazines. A rocket-propelled explosive was shot at the door and caused a mighty explosion that, despite its bluster, failed to knock the door off its hinges.
"Son of a BITCH! This is the third time now!"
Jackal Maxina sighed rather loudly. The little bastards had managed it again. They'd never have a positive connotation for being a friendly place at this rate. Whatever the case, Jackal drummed the fingers of his left hand on the open book he held. Strangely, sticking out of it was a rocket launcher. It was halfway in the real world and halfway trapped in the book. On the spine of the hardcover tome, in golden text, read "The Manual of Modern Weaponry". Jackal himself wore the standard uniform of his school, the Temple of Kraden School for the Academically Gifted: A white, short-sleeved dress shirt with fancy cuffs and collar, black slacks, and black dress shoes shined to sparkling. A tie monogrammed with the school emblem completed the ensemble. Particularly unique to Jackal were a pair of golden bracelets on his arms, an odd runic language engraved into them. The rocket launcher disappeared as Jackal shut the book and placed it onto the help desk, mumbling something about overgrown children.
"I still don't know why they let us carry weapons at school."
Jackal whipped around and hissed at the student who had the gall to address him in such a sneaky, uncivilized manner. She replied by putting a finger to her lips and making a shushing noise.
"You know as well as I do that you can't yell in the library."
"Zeph, you can't just [radio edit]in' sneak up on me like that. I want to live to see the Loho Miners win a championship."
Zephira Zeal twirled a strand of her blond hair that come undone from her gravity-defying hairdo and let it bounce around for a bit. This girl, in contrast to the rough-and-tumble Jackal, was much more elegant and refined. Anyone who believed this would immediately perish the thought upon seeing Zephira run around pretending to be an airplane while Jackal hit his head at the desk in regards to the spectacle.
"I didn't hear an answer."
"Oh, right, you transferred here so they didn't tell you, I'll assume. Right, well, you know how when Kraden ascended to Godhood, all the Psynergy dissipated from the world? Well, that's mostly true, but this school - He built it with His own hands - has one last enchantment around it that allows our weapons to not be lethal. It's used as practice for the real world."
"Real world? That's silly."
"Not every graduate here goes to a comfy desk job, you know. Weyard is still a dangerous place, Zeph. Just because we've made major technological advances," Jackal tapped the book on the help desk at this, "Doesn't mean the world is safer, especially as diseases have progressed well past the limits of the Water of Hermes and what-not. Weapon advances don't make things safer, they just [radio edit] it up more."
Zephira's expression was the same, slack-jawed look she had when Jackal had begun his explanation.
"That soared over your head, didn't it."
"Not surprised. Anyway, where were you for the [radio edit]in' shitstorm?"
"I was doing my lady business. Were Moose and Sacra around again?"
"You [radio edit]in' know it. I'm gonna have a hell of a time explaining this one to Asphy."
"What did they take this time?"
"Same thing as last - Magazines. No rhyme or reason for the ones they picked, they were just grabbing shit off the shelves like it was going out of style."
"Maybe they just like the pictures."
"Maybe they want to get their asses kicked. Speaking of people who want to get their asses kicked, where's-"
"I passed Arty as I came over here, he's over by that mess of the the encyclopedia section the twins made."
"Ah, shit, I knew I [radio edit]in' forgot something. You're capable of watching the help desk, yeah? It's a slow day anyway. As in, there's no one [radio edit]in' here."
Zephira nodded, and Jackal ran off, back towards the encyclopedias. Looking at it now, it seemed that the two delinquents caused more damage than he had originally thought - One of the shelves was even knocked out of place. Volumes were scattered in various piles littering the aisle. They'd knocked off no less than three full shelves, somehow - Had he really managed to give them enough of a lead to give them the time for this? How embarrassing.
Thankfully, he wasn't the only one bothering to clean up the mess. Another student (He looked to be from Suhalla, judging from skin tone) looked up and adjusted his glasses.
"Well, it's about time you showed up."
"Yeah, my bad, I got stuck trying to teach Ditzy-Doo Derpface over at the help desk. What's going on, Arty?"
"What does it look like, Jackal?"
"Ha ha, shithead. Move over, let's get this shit done."
Between Jackal and Arty, the clean-up went much faster than it normally would've. The only issue they had was when they tried to fix the broken shelf and it snapped off and broke entirely, leaving an entire row of books unplaceable.
"Ah, shit. Gonna have to visit the Wood Shop kids again."
"That should be fun."
"Yeah, if by fun, you mean shit[radio edit]ing retarded as balls. Come on, let's just set these on top of the lower shelf and get outta here; shit's built to take damage from a [radio edit]ing earthquake and stay standing, so i'm certain it can hold an extra stack of the Weyard Guide."
The two walked off and rejoined Zephira the help desk. These three students, who would otherwise have no ties to one-another, are all part of the Student Library Staff, who keep everything in check for the school's library. With the occasional exception, it's an easy job. These three: Jackal Maxina, Artemis Benavides, and Zephira Zeal, deal with the various issues that do arise from time to time, often with little to no faculty supervision (Thanks to Ms. Hinani coming down with a nasty illness). Such is life at the Temple of Kraden School for the Academically Gifted.
After several minutes of debate as to whether Charles Bukowski was either a gifted poet or a worthless drunkard, Jackal stood up from his seat and cracked his knuckles.
"That's enough screwin' around. I'm gonna run down to the Wood Shop, see if I can get Kenshin to fix shit up."
"You know, you don't even have to be here today. It's your day off, isn't it?"
"Yeah, was. Now I ain't gonna get no peace because of the Twin Terrorizers. You can watch the place, I'm just gonna take a stroll and - What's up, Red Rose?"
The atmosphere of the library immediately froze over at the arrival of Asphy, the Red Rose and lead Hall Monitor of the school, as the bandana on her right arm so lovingly stated. She was most definitely not amused.
"Cut the chatter, Maxina. I heard from another student that the Zecres twins were seen running away from the library with stolen books. Again."
"Look, Roymarth, it's not my fault you can't stop the brats from-"
A crack of Asphy's thornwhip made Jackal shut up instantly.
"I am tired of you and your friends here allowing the Zecres twins to keep taking books from this library. It reflects poorly on your work ethic and the safety of this school. Therefore, I am issuing an ultimatum. Today is Monday, is it not? You have one week to catch them and return all the stolen books to their rightful places. If you do not comply, or if the books are not returned by the end of the week, I will personally hold you responsible for their theft, Maxina, and I will drag you off to the administrators. I will see you next Monday."
The student librarians gaped at Asphy as she left the library. For a long moment, they all remained silent. Jackal was the first to break the silence.
"...Okay. I'm gonna go grab Kenshin, and then i'm gonna hit the mall and figure shit out. Call me when you two lock up, and we'll figure out. We got some brats to catch."
Jackal hissed and turned to look at Zephira.
"...Will you please help me find the brats who stole those magazines so I don't get expelled?"
"I'm with you, man."
"Alright, good. Bring your weapons, too, I don't trust anyone out there. You know how to take care of shit here, but keep an eye on the door in case they try to come back."
"Jackal, a thought. How is going to the mall going to help you find-"
"I've heard a few things, Arty. Call me when you're out."
With that, Jackal walked out the door and left Zephira and Arty to take care of the rest of the day's admittedly boring library traffic.
|Elsa||Jul 21 2011, 08:32 PM Post #2|
|Am I going to be in it?|
|Gilgamesh||Jul 21 2011, 08:35 PM Post #3|
Arty is such a bro.
Also needs more Crash, he was the best character last time.
|Wally Caine||Jul 21 2011, 08:36 PM Post #4|
Living Embodiment of Wall Street
|I'm sure all will be revealed in time. Looks fun so far!|
|Jenna||Jul 21 2011, 08:42 PM Post #5|
Jenna Martius Hestia
|Asphy is my hero.|
|Sundancer||Jul 21 2011, 09:01 PM Post #6|
|It's awesome to see this again. Can't wait to see how it turns out, mruuw. I like the idea of shorter snapshots rather than the overarching plot.|
|The Phantom Squee||Jul 21 2011, 09:40 PM Post #7|
A still more glorious dawn awaits
Hell yeah mother[radio edit]er!
So, not doing profiles ahead of time this time? Interesting. I am monitoring this thread.
|Artemis||Jul 22 2011, 01:41 AM Post #8|
|Awh [radio edit] yeah|
|Crash||Jul 22 2011, 01:51 AM Post #9|
A Man of the Chicken
|One time I did randomly think "Jackal should just do one-shots with this instead of a big plot that'll never get finished" but I forgot to say that. I approve.|
|Phoenix7||Jul 22 2011, 01:55 AM Post #10|
The Star-Spangled Toad In The Mode (7)
|Yay, reboot! I really like Zeph's character. Keep it up!|
|Black Kitty||Jul 22 2011, 02:29 AM Post #11|
Sounds good so far. Definitely keeping an eye on this.
|Shadow Milotic||Jul 22 2011, 04:44 AM Post #12|
|Awesome. Want moar.|
|Kiki||Jul 22 2011, 09:11 AM Post #13|
Kiki Martius Chantico
|Glad to see Asphy's back! And the info on Weyard was pretty neat.|
|Thorion Martius Pele||Jul 22 2011, 03:23 PM Post #14|
Gatekeeper of the Temple of Kraden, God of Heroes, Sports, Athletes, Health, Agriculture, Fertility, Trade, Oracles, Divine Protector of Mankind and Heavenly King of Mars
|I'm going to be in it aren't I?|
|Sodate||Jul 22 2011, 04:40 PM Post #15|
DO WHAT YOU WANT!
|Jackal||Jul 23 2011, 05:35 AM Post #16|
judgment/10 - Temple Tsundere
|God-damn, I cranked out some QUALITY shit in the past hour and a half. I'm aiming for the next chapter to be up tomorrow, though I make no promises on that.|
|Sodate||Jul 23 2011, 08:49 AM Post #17|
DO WHAT YOU WANT!
|You can DO EET \o/|
|Thorion Martius Pele||Jul 23 2011, 09:24 AM Post #18|
Gatekeeper of the Temple of Kraden, God of Heroes, Sports, Athletes, Health, Agriculture, Fertility, Trade, Oracles, Divine Protector of Mankind and Heavenly King of Mars
|You have what it takes!|
|Jackal||Jul 24 2011, 11:23 PM Post #19|
judgment/10 - Temple Tsundere
The Road Less Taken, pt. 2
Jackal slid down the handrail rather than use the stairs to the basement level of the school. Located on the basement levels were the Wood Shop class, the Auto Repair class, the Welding class, the Computer Repair class, the boiler room, cobwebs, rat nests, and a puddle of slime that Jackal could've sworn was getting bigger by the week. There was also another door that was locked and has been for as long as Jackal had been going to the school. Whatever the case, Jackal opened the door to Wood Shop without bothering to knock or even attempt to announce his presence.
This was presumably a smart idea, considering that the Wood Shop teacher, one Mr. Hoss, flung a screwdriver at him like a throwing knife the second he laid eyes on Jackal. Thankfully, Jackal managed to dodge it with a well-timed lean.
"You, boy! Who said you could come in here un-announced!?"
"Calm it down, old man, I just need Kenshin to fix-"
"I will NOT take orders from you, boy! Not after your little power saw massacre!"
"Oh, for crying out loud, old man, no one got hurt!"
"What about Tsugi Tannus?"
"For [radio edit]'s sake, it was a scratch! His legs don't work anyway!"
"I don't care! Get out!"
"I'll be out once I find Kenshin! Kenshin, you in here!?"
Ryu waved his hand at Jackal and took off his protective goggles and facemask.
"Zecres twins broke a shelf again."
"Again? Wow, man, you need to get things together. I'll be there after my time here is up."
"Right, i'll forward the news to Arty and Zephira."
Jackal focused back on Mr. Hoss long enough to dodge another screwdriver being thrown at him. Raising the middle finger at the teacher, Jackal ducked out as Hoss drew a nailgun and started firing it at the door.
When Ryu Kenshin managed to make it to the library, traffic had picked up slightly - There were actually a few students in the library. Most notably, Ryu laid eyes on Lynn Dracos, or Draco as everyone called her - the student adviser and club president of the Theatre and Drama Club. Predictably, she had an armful of scripts in her hands and busy shoving them onto Zephira for checkout. Arty was nowhere to be seen.
While Ryu waved to Zephira and stated his intentions, Draco continued to shove more scripts onto the girl.
"Come on, hurry! I don't have all day here!"
"Alright, alright! Settle down, Draco!"
"I can't settle down, Zeph! I am so BEHIND on choosing the fall play for our stage production at the end of our semester! You're gonna show up and help me with your acting, right?"
Draco screamed this last sentence through a megaphone and actually managed to blow Zephira out of her chair. Once she had managed to pick herself up from the floor and get her ears to stop ringing, she stumbled back over to the checkout desk and nodded.
"Sure thing, Draco...please stop yelling."
"Yes! Another one joins the fold! Okay, check all these out for me, i'll have them back before the due date this time, I swear.
By the time Zephira was done checking Draco's books out for her, Ryu had finished fixing the shelves and disappeared off to who-knows-where. She set her head on the desk and sighed, leaving it there to recover from the maelstrom otherwise known as Dracobolt. Eventually, however, she picked it back up to figure where Arty had gone, the little twit. She eventually found him at the library's built-in cafe, writing in a notebook with what appeared to be a giant quill. Unlike the average quill, however, this quill was a giant, steel, bladed feather instead of a regular Mountain Roc quill. There were also several bottles of ink at the table Arty was seated at - Apparently, Arty did things old-school around here. Whatever he was writing, he was absorbed in it like water in a sponge - He didn't even notice Zephira until she had pulled a chair up and began talking.
"Oh, hey, Zephira. Yeah, i'm putting in some touches that Jackal edited into the first drafts. Not all of them, of course, but the ones that I felt made my work shine that much more. How's your book going, on that note?"
"Oh, you mean The Gummi Bear Army? I'm almost done with my first draft. Really, i've been focusing more on the puppets I need for the stage show."
"Please tell me you're going to have Jackal edit the puppet show, too."
"Oh man, that'll be hilarious to see on his end. Hope you don't mind his swearing, because he'll be doing that a lot. I still remember the editing for The Silent Channel. He wouldn't stop ranting about proper punctuation and grammar conventions. I changed it just to get him to be quiet for once."
"Ha! Well, this is a children's book, so hopefully Jackal will look at it through the lens of a child's perspective."
"He won't, let me tell you right now. Jackal views manuscripts through one perspective only: His perspective. Damn good editor, though."
"Yeah. Anyway, it's getting about time to lock up."
"Oh, it is? Damn, I spent far longer than I meant to writing poetry, crap. I'm sorry, I kinda left you in the lurch there, didn't I?"
"Outside of Draco being, well, Draco, it wasn't hard, so don't worry so much. It's not like I haven't skipped out on Jackal."
"Heh, yeah. Lock up, I'll call him and we'll see what he's found out."
Jackal felt like he had been running all over town, probably because he actually had. The architect who designed the shopping district of Vale was probably fired. Out of a cannon, into Mount Aleph, that is. For whatever reason, the majority of the commercial stores had been built around the school, thereby encasing a pack of rabid, trend-hungry students inside what was essentially a big strip mall.
In retrospect, that architect inadvertently revitalized Vale's economy. Too bad he didn't live to see the fruits of his labor. This wasn't the time for a musing on city-building, however.
Jackal had gone all over the town, from the Ball-Pitt to Nobody Loves Me to Spin the Record, harassing every student he could find about the Zecres Twins. The answers he recieved ranged from ignorance to disgust to expressions of horror at their personal space being invaded. One student in particular thought Jackal was on the warpath, beating up anyone with an overdue library book, so he shoved two hundred dollars into his hands, and ran off. Strange, to be sure, and he was going to be checking the records on the library computers when he got a free moment, but he couldn't argue with two hundred bucks.
"This is a pain in the ass. Man, what the [radio edit] am I gonna do?"
Jackal had given up trying to figure anything out and was instead loitering outside the bookstore, Covers. Two hundred bucks was a lot of cash to burn in such a short time, but it wasn't like he had anything else to do with it. Right now, he was window shopping, taking in the glory of some new collections of classic works, including a set of mythological fables, a sale on the complete Sun Saga, and an omnibus of H.P. Lovecraft's works. It took Jackal ten minutes to convince himself that this was a good purchase and that he wasn't going to buy anything else while in the store (which was a complete lie).
Jackal opened the door and almost immediately felt something slam into his back. He hit the floor almost immediately, catching a glimpse of another student flying over him and soaring into the store, crashing into the new releases. Adding insult to injury, a pair of objects landed on his back and head respectively. Snarling, Jackal gritted his teeth and sat up, taking the object off of his head. It was the star handheld console of the new generation: the double-screen, touch-sensitive, three-dimensional, fun for the whole family Wintendo 3GS.
"The hell...a Wintendo 3GS? Oh, don't tell me-"
Jackal didn't look, but instead felt around for the object that had hit his back. When he found it, he pulled it into view, and just like he had expected, it was a skateboard. Jackal bolted up from the floor and stomped his foot on the ground.
"Yo, dude, not so loud, my ears are still kinda ringing..."
Merlin Burton, though everybody just called him Crash, sat up and scratched his head. This was a regular occurance for the student, who was an avid skateboarder and gamer - often at the same time. He stood up, adjusted the baseball cap resting atop his white-boy afro, and stretched his body, emitting a loud yawn.
"Sorry about that, Jack. You gotta quit standing in doors all slack-jaw like that, though."
"Slackjaw - YOU'RE THE ONE CHARGING INTO PEOPLE WITH YOUR STUPID SHIT!"
Jackal hurled the 3GS at Crash, who dived to save the console from harm and ended up bumping into a magazine rack with his head (his afro absorbed most of the damage) before kicking the skateboard at him.
"And no, there's no 'sorry' here! My day is bad enough without you causing me more problems!"
"You know, for someone who works in the literature and writing clubs, you're kinda uncouth."
"Uncouth? Who cares!? I have a week to find the [radio edit]in' Zecres Twins or Roymarth's gonna be ridin' my ass to the [radio edit]in' administrator!"
"Now that's what I call a cool story, bro. You wanna get out of my way now so I can go back to-"
Jackal shoved Crash back into the magazine rack, knocking a few gossip tabloids off the shelves. By this point, a small crowd had gathered, mostly students with the occasional adult.
"No, you know what? I've had a shitty day and I think i'm gonna take it out on you."
"Woah, dude, slow down. How do you think you're gonna beat me? I'm the fastest person in this school, and you don't even have a weapon, so-"
"Oh, I don't have a weapon? Really? Well, let's fix that."
Jackal's bracelets began to glow violet, and he pointed at the pile of books Crash had flown into earlier. They began to float and flew towards Jackal, spinning around him. There were at least seven in total - All new-age fantasy type novels, the kind of thing that was popular with the students these days. They varied in cover, size, and quality, and Jackal didn't particularly care for any of them when he could be using a compendium or a classic, but one particular title caught his eye - The Sun Saga.
This would be fun.
Various books in the ring opened and a torrent of fantasy knives flew out at Crash. Thankfully for the gamer, he managed to duck out of the way just in time, the knives penetrating a set of magazines instead. Because Jackal was now blocking the only way out, Crash had to run deeper into the store, Jackal hot on his heels. Crash had mastered the art of skateboarding on carpet and he was much faster than Jackal, but he couldn't go on the offensive while riding his board with his pursuer behind him.
A gout of flame from a book about dragons shot out from the pages as Crash dived into a fiction aisle to dodge Jackal. Gathering speed, he ollied over the small young adult shelves into the children's section and hid behind a shelf advertising the new Time Travel Children series. Jackal didn't feel the urge to climb over the shelf Crash ollied over, so he took the long way into the children's section, floating books prepped to shoot blades and flame.
"Come on, twit, where are you..."
Jackal slowly approached the shelf Crash was hiding was behind. It was now or never. Rising up and stepping out, Crash swung his skateboard at Jackal and hit him square in the crotch, then ran for it.
Most of the books Jackal was drawing his power from dropped to the ground with the exception of The Sun Saga as he doubled over in pain. What a cheap shot! That little shit was going to pay for this. Ignoring every urge to curl up in the fetal position and cry, Jackal whipped around and opened The Sun Saga, chasing after Crash again. With skillful use of the Psynergy mentioned inside the book, Jackal blocked Crash from using the quick routes to the exit. Volcanic discharges, small tornadoes, and dragon's claws kept him going where Jackal needed him to go - The encyclopedia section.
Crash skated through the encyclopedia section effortlessly. That was fine, since that wasn't what mattered. What DID matter, however, was that Jackal went down this aisle. Without missing a beat, he grabbed another book from the shelf - The Manual of Modern Weaponry. It was time to end this show.
Crash was about to reach the door, so this had to be done quickly. Jackal launched The Sun Saga at the skateboard and smacked it hard enough to upset the board's balance. Crash went into an unintended manual and flew back off his board towards Jackal. Opening the weapon encyclopedia, Jackal's laughter began to sound.
"Yes! This is POWER!"
Grasping the book at the top and bottom of the spine with his hands and having it wide open, guns began to poke out of it - Not just one or three, but dozens, from pistols to rifles to shotguns to grenade launchers. Jackal held the book out at Crash, and when he was in range, went full auto. Bullets, shells, slugs, rounds, if it existed, it was fired at Crash. The recoil from all the weapons being contained in this one book actually began pushing Jackal back. He lifted the book up as Crash's body moved up with it. The final strike from this was a rocket that knocked Crash through one of the windows into the street, defeated.
"That'll learn you, twat!"
Jackal shut the book and twirled it through the air before catching it. His good mood was interrupted by the store manager approaching him.
"We're all proud of you, young man. Now, how do you plan to pay for the damage to that window in addition to all the other havoc you've caused here?"
"Two hundred bucks, down the drain, man."
Jackal, Arty, and Zephira met up again in the Food Court. Specifically, they met up in the obscenely fancy restaurant, A Time and a Taste. Lesser wallets wept in the presence of the eatery's owner. The three had decided to split the bill amongst themselves, which cut the weeping down from 'waterworks' to 'trickling leak'.
"You are the only person I know, Jackal, who can gain and lose two hundred dollars in an hour without actually spending it."
"Hush up, Arty. It was either that or community service, and I can't risk community service right now with this frickin' DEADLINE looming over my head."
"Still, great to see you're spending your time fighting people instead of getting answers."
"Boys, don't fight," Zephira said, interjecting between bites of her salad, "Jackal, did you learn anything?"
"Not a whole lot related to us, sadly. Apparently, though, the Zecres Twins have been stealing all kinds of shit. Compasses missing in the math club, paint cans stolen from the art department, one of the bandstanders had his trumpet stolen and now he's playing a baritone..."
"That sounds like an improvement for him, actually."
"It probably is, but that's not the point. The point is that the twins are going around and stealing not just from us, but from pretty much every other club. I went around and got a list. They've stolen from the Library, Art, Math, Music, Literature, Theater, Football, Anime, Construction, Knitting, and Napping Clubs."
"We have a napping club? That sounds exciting!"
"Focus, Zeph. Now, I'd like to say all we have to do is watch the clubs that haven't been hit, but given that they've robbed us three times, there's nothing to say that they won't rob the same places again."
"Jackal," Arty, who had finally finished his filet mignon, began to speak again, "Is there any pattern to what they're stealing?"
"Nope, just whatever the two can get their hands on. For all I know, they're building a monument to their own filth in the boiler room or some shit. Frankly, I don't care what they're doing as long as I get those books back so Roymarth will shut the hell up. Now, I don't know how we're going to watch every club at once, so-"
"Jackal, leave it to me."
"Yeah, me. I can set everything up tomorrow."
"Jackal, relax! You have a whole week! It'll be fine."
"You keep saying that, Zeph, but you're not the one who's going to be at the administrator's in a body bag at the end of the week!"
"Chill, man. We're not gonna magically find them, you know. You gotta BELIEVE we'll find them with the power of friendship, and we will!"
Jackal sighed and resigned himself to 'chilling out' as Zephira had suggested. Eventually, the conversation moved to simpler things, such as their books and the editing they needed. The agreement was reached to meet up tomorrow at the library for a gameplan for the rest of the week.
"Alright," Jackal said when it was time to leave, "I owe you guys for this. I'll figure out the price we're each laying down, here...I just divide this number by three, right?"
Sacra and Moose Zecres ran down dimly-lit corridors, carrying boxes of baseballs and giggling all the while. They bumped around clumsily into pipes, corners of walls, and each other. Whether they had an idea of where they were headed or not wasn't entirely clear.
The two finally stopped running around the labyrinth when they reached a staircase and went down it into a warehouse-style room. It was filled with trash collected from various rooms of the school. Scattered haphazardly about the room, it all converged in the center of the room, where a throne sat and held upon it the Zecres Twins' rulers, with a dull light shining upon him.
"We got the ammo, sir Tractatus!"
|The Steve of Steves||Jul 24 2011, 11:27 PM Post #20|
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