Polymorphs And Pad Wraiths

Continued from Possible Polymorph
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Jack stood there, his hands out in front of him with a huge beam emanating
from them, sweat drops appeared on his face as he struggled to keep
it back. He then let forth an enormous yell, sounding painful, as a
ball flew down his beam and hit the meteor, sending it flying
backwards, through the storm that followed in its wake, before
exploding on the edge of the atmosphere, creating a nice fireworks
display, before Jack collapsed onto his knees panting. He stayed
there for a second as his energy aura subsided. He jumped off of the
raven, looked up into the display of light, and breathed deeper than
he had ever done in his life.
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Who: Dante, Jack and Keats.
Where: On top of the Eagle.
When: Now.
Jack was looking round for someone who may have seen his stunt. There was
the sound of a slow steady clap. <Clap> <Clap> <Clap> <Cl…Cl…Cl…Clap> (Fast
clapping). Dante huge form re-materialised in front of Jack. “Next time Mr.
Febuggure Junior. You wish to pull a stunt like that don’t do it on my watch
okay,”
“Hey, you can’t tell me what to do I out rank you.” Jack snapped back rather
childishly.
“Yes you do Sir, but not for long.” Dante gave Jack a evil stare, Jack
glared right back. Dante made a face like a baboon sucking on a lemon. Jack
replied with an equally impressive impression of a elephants left testicle
after sex. Dante stood up tall spread out his arms and disappeared. “Follow
me if you would Sir.” Dante imitated Mini Phil’s earlier salute, but with
out the desired effect, he was of course invisible. “I can’t follow you,
because I can’t see you!”
“Well then Sir I suggest you follow my footprints!”
10 mins later
Jack arrived 5 minutes after Dante. There standing next to him was Keats,
Dean, Tara and Amber “Ahh nice to see you at last Sir.”
“How was I meant to follow two sets of prints.”
“Well sir we thought you may have been able to distinguish between my size
14 shoes and Ms. Ambers size 7’s. but obviously not. Any way make to finding
Mini Phil.” Dante began to rummage through the under growth.
“EEEEeeeeEEEEEEEeeeEEEeeEEeEeeeeeeeeEEEEe”
“Here we go,” moaned Dean. When out shot a goat and ripped of one of Dean’s
legs as he sprinted past. Shortly followed by Dean’s other leg getting
lopped of by the screaming blur of Mini Phil. The goat began to run rings
round the group until, Keats at the speed of light snatched the goat off the
floor. “MP have you lost weight you some how look thinner?” asked Keats
looking at the goat with confusion.
“E…E…E” Keats looked down to see MP jumping up arms out stretched. “Oh sorry
wee man got mixed up there. What you want this,”
“E….E….E”
“Well you can’t have it. OW!” Mini Phil had kicked Keats hard in the shins.
“Here you can have it.”
“Wait.” It was Dante he had stepped forward again.
“What its only one goat, we’re gonna kill of the species here.”
“No, not that. Though I have never seen a real goat, only Mini Phil’s
pictures all over the security monitors. But this doesn’t seem right,
something’s wrong.” Everyone had suddenly frozen staring at Dante. “Yea I
know it’s a crazy idea but,”
“B….b….b….b….b….b…b…b….e…e...e…e….h…h….h….h.” Everyone was now stuttering
something and pointing behind Dante. “B…b…b…behind me.” Dante slowly turned
round. <Boom load music in background terror music.>
There behind a bush was the towering figure of a hooded man wearing nothing
but black and breathing heavily. It sniffed the air. “God who’s farted. Was
that you Red Rum.” The Death Knight cracked his stallion’s reigns and rode
out from behind the bush.
“What is that?” asked Dante almost laughing.
“What this. This is Red Rum my stallion.”
“That is no stallion. That is a Cheshire pony.”
“He heard that, I bet you’ve hurt his feelings. Just ignore him my
precioussssssssss. And what are you doing with Trevor?”
“Trevor?” Everyone said in unison.
“Oh Trevor the goat!” said Amber
“No Trevor my emohawk.” Dante suddenly dropped the goat as it changed back
into its usual emohawk shape and speed off under his master’s arm.
“Are you he?” The death knight was now breathing hot steam onto the face of
Mini Phil, to do this the knight was almost off his pony. “yes you are
aren’t you the pad bearer.”
“The Pad bearer.” Everyone said in unison.
“Yes the pad bearer, the one who bear’s the one pad. My master wants it.”
“I think you want Phil, over near the city. Smeg! Should not have told you
that.” Dean had opened his mouth before thinking.
“Phil… City…”
“And you are?” Asked Dante rather boldly.
“The name’s Jockey… Jockey Strap.” And with that Jockey turned and headed
for the city.
“Dean you Smeg Head.” Everyone said in unison.
<Tag- Chris/Phil now you have the link you wanted, hehehe.>
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