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Post by Dante on Apr 22, 2005 8:31:24 GMT -5
I'm sure it's not beyond PJ to add a twist to the original source material.
And I meant the PJ/Egyptian goddess allegations, but then forgot to specify that, as well as putting the sentence right after correcting the PChar ship name.
Anyway, you're building up to a grand finale, aren't you, PJ?
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Post by i. on Apr 22, 2005 12:19:07 GMT -5
Part the Fifth
The Camerlengo awoke once more, ready for the fifth plague. He grabbed his umbrella, for it could be used as a shield of sorts against most things. He opened the door and instantly slammed it shut again. For the split second he has seen out, the whole courtyard has been shimmering. And a horrid buzzing had filled the air. Gnats! The Camerlengo was sure of it! He sat down for a moment, considering the pattern of the plagues. The first had been wind, then the blood-water, then the frog rain, then the sun, and now the gnats. It seems that god had decided to add another 5 plagues to fit in the 15 days of mourning. The first day was a new plague, the next two where old ones, then there was a new one again, and then two more old ones. So today was gnats, tomorrow it would be flies. Flies wouldn’t be much of a problem; he didn’t have too many animals around that might be afflicted. But after the flies there would be a new plague.
The Camerlengo phoned the kitchen and warned them not to go outside. For some, it was too late, and they had already been attacked when first entering the kitchen in the morning. They where covered in ugly red welts. The Camerlengo told them to go take a bath, and to settle in. Lunch time would be a problem. Suddenly a buzzing filled the room. The Camerlengo turned and swatted the gnat in mid-air. It had somehow found it’s way inside. He grabbed the anti-bug spray and sprayed his room full. He then contemplated how he would get his lunch to him. After a few minutes of contemplating, he decided that he would make a break for the dining hall, and he would stay there all day if he had to. He grabbed two of his thickest raincoats and wore them on himself. Then he grabbed his blanket and wrapped it around his head and shoulders. He wore two pairs of pants and in one hand he held the bug spray, in the other he held the umbrella. Then he opened the door.
He charged out, spraying wildly and using the umbrella as a sort of shield to push the bugs away. He charged into the door and ripped it open, fell through, and slammed it shut again. He sprayed the bug spray around and the few gnats that had managed to get in where soon dead. Inside the kitchen the Camerlengo found the two cardinals who had arrived, cardinal Michael from the Philippines and cardinal Ennui from France. Ennui was covered in red spots. “Would anyone care to tell me what is going on here?” He demanded in Italian (with a strong French accent).
Once the Camerlengo had explained the situation to the new cardinal, he understood, and was silent. “So what will happen on the last day? In Egypt, the first sons died. Who shall die here?” This question frightened the Camerlengo. “I’m sure god won’t kill anyone. We have done nothing wrong.” By this time, it was late morning, and the breakfast was already made. And so, for the rest of the day, the cardinals, the Camerlengo, the swiss guard and the staff all sat around in the kitchen and the dining room, swatting the gnats that managed to get in. “I fear that we must stay here for two days, for if I guess correctly, tomorrow there will be flies.”
By midnight PJ and Derik had finally stopped fighting, and Amber kept mediating, keeping the gnats in the Vatican, trying to infiltrate the base. Dante sat back on his chair. “Ha, look how they hide, the cowards! Finally, our plagues are having some effect! Amber will summon the flies now, and then we shall strike a real blow against their god.” And they would. But they didn’t even begin to suspect that there would be a counter-attack.
The next day the Camerlengo awoke early, and gazed out of the window. The gnats had disappeared and a swarm of flies took their place. The Camerlengo, satisfied, then returned to his makeshift bed to sleep for another hour or so. He was just awaking when someone banged into the door, opened it, and fell through. Another cardinal was slumping back against the door. It was Akbar, the Cardinal from the small catholic circles in Pakistan. “Dear god, it’s like the fourth plague out there! Anyone have any bug spray?”
The sixth day passed rather uneventfully, with a few flies getting in, but they, like the gnats, where soon defeated. The Camerlengo was slightly annoyed at having to stay in the kitchen for another day, but he didn’t seem to mind all that much. In the holy planning room above, Dante was watching. “Tomorrow, he’ll finally see that it’s not his god doing this. Old fool.” Amber still sat motionless, conjuring the flies as fast as she could. She seemed tired. Dante patted her on the back “Just a little longer, and then PJ can take over. Around midnight, PJ finally arrived, looking very annoyed. “That damn Hades beat me at poker three times in a row. THREE TIMES! He must have been cheating!” He paced back and forth, and then he stopped. “I’ll just take it out on Derik.” He finally decided. Then he settled into place. Dante’s eyes had a malevolent glint in them. “Let’s begin!” He shouted.
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Post by Dante on Apr 22, 2005 12:23:47 GMT -5
Ooh, cliff-hanger.
Yes, hopefully the real trouble will begin, as so far, the plagues don't seem to be having much effect.
So, Derik, did PJ entrust this chapter to you in advance, or were you his ghost-writer?
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Post by Antenora on Apr 22, 2005 12:40:09 GMT -5
I think PJ sent these to Derik, to be posted at the appropriate times. PJ's going to be away for a week.
The plagues are fun, but they don't seem to be causing too much harm. Let's bring on the real trouble.
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Post by i. on Apr 22, 2005 12:40:51 GMT -5
Well, if it was good, I was the ghost writer.
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Post by Antenora on Apr 23, 2005 5:10:10 GMT -5
I drew someone... The Sun God.
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Post by Dante on Apr 23, 2005 5:26:59 GMT -5
I drew someone... The Sun God. -I love it. -I really do. -That's one of the most brilliant things I've ever seen. -I'm actually wearing that shirt right now.
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Post by i. on Apr 23, 2005 16:39:21 GMT -5
Well, with my computer crashing, and me running purely on caffeine, it’s hardly my fault that I forgot to post this until now.
Part the Sixth
And so began the sixth day. The Camerlengo awoke, as he always did, and surveyed the surroundings. He checked everything, the water, the food, the surroundings, nothing seemed out of place. He ventured outside and had a look around. All the gnats, flies and frogs where gone. The sun was shining normally. But the Camerlengo wouldn’t be fooled. He knew something was going to happen. He informed the others that nothing had happened yet, but something would happen very, very soon.
PJ sat in the planning room, conjuring the sixth plague. Antenora sat in her chair, thinking deeply about something. Derik, Dante and Amber where absent. Little did anyone suspect that something was going to happen in the Vatican, as well as this very planning room.
It happened around midday. The Camerlengo was fingering the cross-necklace which hung around his neck. But he couldn’t find the cross. It was gone. He looked down, and saw that is had disappeared completely. Then he heard an audible crack and looked up. There was a cross hanging on the wall, and a deep crack ran through it. A moment later, another crack appeared, and then the whole thing fell from the wall and broke on the floor. Everywhere, crosses began to break. He glanced out of the window and saw the huge glass stained windows with crosses on them. They exploded outwards in a shower of colored glass. He ran into his chamber just in time to see his statue of Jesus explode. The huge cross above the church in the Vatican cracked, and then fell down and landed with a crunch on the gravel below. The crosses on the Camerlengo’s robes where being obscured by black stains that wouldn’t come out. The Camerlengo rushed back into the kitchen to find everyone cowering as the crosses and jesuses all over the place broke or disappeared.
“God has forsaken us!” The staff where shrieking. And in that instant, the Camerlengo saw that they where right. This wasn’t couldn’t be the work of god. Which meant….the devil was behind this! “Leave us alone, Satan! Leave us alone before god smites you!” But by that time every single cross in the Vatican was destroyed.
Antenora sat in the godly room, a grin on her face. That aught to show the Vatican. Then she felt something odd. She sat up. “PJ?” But he was still sitting there, finishing off the last of the crosses. “Dante? Is that you? Derik? Amber?” The feeling increased. Antenora stood. Something bad was about to happen. She knew it. Then the roof exploded.
Antenora flew backwards and hit a wall as the explosion rattled the entire room. PJ stirred slightly, but didn’t awake. Antenora stood and a god-sword materialized in her hands. When the dust cleared, a tall, regal woman was standing there, a glowing blue sword in her hand. Huge white wings extended from her back. She was an angel. “Pandora!” Antenora shouted. Pandora raised her sword and approached Antenora. “You gods have gone too far, and you will pay the price for it.” Antenora backed up against the wall. She was the god of wisdom, not of fighting. “Stand back! If Dante or Derik come here, they will kill you for sure!” Pandora laughed. “They have their own problems.” Then she leapt forwards and Antenora barely missed the razor sharp angelic sword. It struck the wooden wall and went through. Pandora pulled it free and leapt at the god of wisdom once more.
Antenora parried with her sword, and ducked as Pandora swiped at her head. She was the god of wisdom, but she could still fight if she had to. And normally, gods couldn’t die, but the angelic rune sword that Pandora held might actually kill Antenora. She wasn’t eager to find out. She used her god-powers to hurl Pandora back and she leapt after the angel, her sword swinging wildly. Pandora struck the wall and rolled aside as Antenora came crashing down on her.
The angel kicked the god as she came down, and then Pandora leapt up. Her sword blazed with a white light and a flash of whiteness blinded Antenora. A horrible splintering noise could be heard. When her vision returned, Antenora found the majority of the room was destroyed, and that she was floating in the sky. PJ sat on the only bit of wood remaining, still comatose. Pandora’s wings beat furiously as she charged at her enemy. Antenora flew aside and the angel passed her. She couldn’t fight for much longer. “Dante! Derik! Anyone! Help!” Pandora turned and dived on her once more. Antenora shouted and swung her sword wildly, and she cut Pandora’s arm. The angel tried to avoid the sword, and swerved aside, and spun around, cutting deep into Antenora’s leg before flying away again. Antenora shouted and clutched her leg, and her sword tumbled downwards. Pandora’s sword was deadly. And now she was unarmed.
Pandora spun, and saw her prey defenseless. She dived down once more, sword ready to strike the mortal blow, when a sudden blur appeared in front of her. Steel met steel and Pandora was hurled backwards. PJ had awoken, his plague completed. He held his scythe ready, and flew after the angel, his sleeves billowing. “You have no business here!” He shouted, and Pandora spun and held her sword ready. PJ slashed at her with his scythe, and she caught the blow with her sword. “What? You dare fight the god of destruction?” PJ’s eyes narrowed. He flew back. “Leave now, or you will face the consequences!” Pandora shook her head. “You have mocked god, and attacked his people! You will not succeed in your evil plans!” Then she swung her sword wildly. PJ parried and cut her arm. His eyes turned black. His cloak seemed to bulge. Then his back seemed to open and huge, dark tentacles spread out from his back. Each tentacle held a deadly weapon, and PJ shouted and charged at the angel, each of his tentacles swinging its weapon. Pandora fought back as best as she could, but received several cuts for her troubles. “Don’t think you’ve won, PJ!” Then she flew up into the clouds. PJ sagged down, and his tentacles retracted. It had been ages since he had had a decent fight.
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Post by Antenora on Apr 23, 2005 16:49:34 GMT -5
I get a neat fight scene. And PJ has tentacles. Very cool.
It seems that as the goddess of wisdom, I have mental powers of some sort. Telekinesis and/or the ability to materialize swords is what I desire, indeed.
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Post by Dante on Apr 24, 2005 0:29:27 GMT -5
Finally, a decent plague, and finally, an enemy who poses a real threat.
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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Apr 24, 2005 0:31:53 GMT -5
Very cool. I loved that chapter.
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Post by Ennui on Apr 24, 2005 0:53:35 GMT -5
And there'll be flights of angels where she came from...
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Post by A. the Returned on Apr 24, 2005 6:10:37 GMT -5
I liked this muchly. Do continue.
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Post by PJ on Apr 25, 2005 6:36:48 GMT -5
It seems that as the goddess of wisdom, I have mental powers of some sort. Telekinesis and/or the ability to materialize swords is what I desire, indeed. I figured all gods had basic abilities like telekinesis and telepathy and such flying and such. I am also sorry for Pandora, as I didn't really portray her as she is on 667. I basically invented a character and used her name for it. Finally, a decent plague, and finally, an enemy who poses a real threat. ;D If you've been dissapointed by the former plagues, it was all just a plot to make you think the later ones are all the more awesome. Sadly, we had a flat tire and a dead battery in the car, so I arrived 2 and a half hours later than planned, so no more parts till friday, or saturday.
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Post by Akbar Le Grey on Apr 28, 2005 9:08:15 GMT -5
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