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Post by PJ on Apr 28, 2005 23:56:46 GMT -5
It's funny you say that, considering the next plague..... Part the Seventh will be up soon. Things are going to be schiz soon enough.
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Post by PJ on Apr 29, 2005 6:30:45 GMT -5
And PJ said, let there be Part the Seventh, and so it was:
Part the Seventh
That morning, a bunch of cardinals arrived, four to be exact, and the Camerlengo explained to them the strange events that had taken place, and the ones that he suspected would take place. But not before the cardinals arrived to find every single animal in the Vatican was dead. All the bugs and frogs that had survived from the previous plagues lay dead in the courtyard, like a disgusting carpet of sorts. The Camerlengo stared up in amazement as a bid flew above the Vatican, then began to fall, and crashed through the kitchen window, causing the kitchen staff to burst into hysterics. The bird had died as soon as it had entered the Vatican. The Camerlengo simply glared at the sky and ordered someone to sweep the mess away.
All day long unfortunate birds rained down upon the Vatican, not to mention a stray dog and a horde of insects. Meanwhile, Antenora had returned the planning room to it’s original state, and waited for her comrades to return. PJ was below, in the Vatican, invisible to human and animal eyes, his tentacles reaching throughout the entire Vatican, killing any animals that entered. Just as Antenora decided that she would go and look for Dante, he and Derik appeared, their clothes slightly disheveled. “Some pesky angels held us up.” Derik declared. “We disposed of them. But they where only there to distract us. If god had wanted us dead, he would have sent more angels. We figure it was to draw us away from the true attack.” Antenora nodded, and Dante saw her limp as she came forward to hug him.
“What happened? If anyone laid even a finger on you…” Antenora sat down. “Pandora, the arch-angel, attacked me. I was barely able to fend her off. Luckily PJ awoke and chased her away. I think I was the target…” Dante was thoughtful. “It makes sense that they would attack you, seeing as you are the least war-like, but I doubt that they would have put the life of those two angels on the line just to get at you….” Suddenly Antenora sprung up. “Amber! She might be in trouble!” “We have to find her at once!” Derik said and faded away. Dante and Antenora disappeared a moment, later, and so the search began.
It was a mere hour later when Antenora stumbled upon an enormous, 3 meter tall bear fighting off 3 angels deep in a dark forest in England. The huge bear roared, and swatted one of the angels away. It smashed into a tree and lay, dazed, on the floor. The bear, Amber, was covered in scars. A huge gash covered her stomach, but still she fought on. Antenora charged downwards, her sword already in her hand. She landed with a loud thud on the floor, her sword buried to the hilt in the ground, missing the surprised angel. Even if she was the least war-like, she still possessed more strength than any human being ever could.
Amber leapt at the other angel, slashing downwards at her. The angel leapt back, her wings aiding her, and Amber crashed into the ground, making the forest shake. Amber reared her head and bellowed loudly, then she ambled towards the angel, huge claws ready to strike. Antenora was battling fiercely with the angel. Pandora had been an elite arch-angel, but this was one of the more common ones. And it had been weakened by Amber, so Antenora held the upper-hand this time, flailing her sword around wildly.
Antenora put her sword through the angel’s shoulder, and he shouted in pain and fell backwards. The goddess of wisdom wrenched the sword out and the angel fled into the heavens. The second angel, who was losing just as badly, turned and joiner her mate. Amber bellowed in triumph, before she fell to the floor with a deep, resounding boom.
That evening, just as PJ returned to the planning room, Amber, Antenora, Derik and Dante all appeared at the same time. PJ, Derik and Dante where informed about Amber’s battle, whilst the others all wanted to hear about the eighth plague. As with the others, the result had been rather disappointing. But, as Derik pointed out, the game was about to get interesting. “I never thought that he would send angels to stop us…” Dante mused. “I suggest we all stay here so that we can all fight together, rather than divided.” Derik nodded, and sat on his seat. A moment, later, the seat flew upwards, as if it where a catapult, and Derik was launched across the room, into the wall. He fell through with a shower of wood. When he finally clambered back inside, PJ shrugged. “In all the excitement I had forgotten about that…”
The next plague was rather lame, but they where saving the best for last. When the Camerlengo and the cardinals awoke that day, they where horrified to discover their skin was covered in boils! Besides being very, very ugly, there was not much else. The Camerlengo simply laughed when he saw himself in the mirror that morning. But PJ sat, relaxed, for he knew what was coming tomorrow…
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Post by Antenora on Apr 29, 2005 7:46:03 GMT -5
I hear that boils are pretty painful, as well as being ugly.
I liked this chapter.
By the way, I read another article about the exploding German frogs. Some speculate that they had been pecked by crows who were trying to eat their livers, and puffed up as a defense reflex. But since they were wounded, puffing up caused them to die miserably.
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Post by Dante on Apr 29, 2005 9:20:55 GMT -5
Meddling angels. Who do they think they are, to fight against gods? We outrank them.
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Post by Ennui on Apr 29, 2005 9:43:12 GMT -5
Oh, I don't think so. Angels yes, Archangels yes, Powers, Virtues, Dominions, maybe, but a Throne or one of the Cherubim has powers far overshadowing yours...and a Seraph...well...it could take you all combined...
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Post by Dante on Apr 29, 2005 9:56:45 GMT -5
Oh, I don't think so. Angels yes, Archangels yes, Powers, Virtues, Dominions, maybe, but a Throne or one of the Cherubim has powers far overshadowing yours...and a Seraph...well...it could take you all combined... That depends somewhat on where precisely we rank, compared to the hierarchy of angels, and then we have to square that against whether PJ knows or cares about them. Since we have the title of "gods," and our foes thus far have just been angels and arch-angels, then I took the liberty of assuming that, in this mythology, we are of higher rank. And you're just jealous because you're not a god. Unless you are and I've forgotten. I don't think you are.
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Post by Ennui on Apr 29, 2005 10:06:00 GMT -5
And you're just jealous because you're not a god. Unless you are and I've forgotten. I don't think you are. Blast! Foiled... Well, you're gods, but you must be relatively minor, since no one has ever sacrificed you or mentioned you throughout history...[/snipe] I don't mind being a Cardinal at all actually, but I object if I'm a Cardinal who's only mentioned once...perhaps I could betray the Vatican to you from within? And/or die dramatically?
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Post by PJ on Apr 29, 2005 15:43:48 GMT -5
Well, I considered the gods mightier than angels, but not mightier as the other gods, as they haven't been worshiped. And Antenora, being the goddess of wisdom, did have big problems against Pandora, the warrior arch-angel. And Ennui, I'll see what I can do. Perhaps you could tip off the media as to wat has been happening, or you could be having an illegal romance wth Amber.....in fact, you could be in league with us.... We shal see. Oh, and the egyptian godess i'm dating is Anuke, Goddess of War. Not Char. And the next plague kicks ass.
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Post by Antenora on Apr 29, 2005 15:46:55 GMT -5
Ah, a war goddess. Destruction and War make an absolutely adorable couple.
I like the idea of Cardinal Ennui secretly being in league with us, and I can't wait to see how much fun the next plague is. Plagues=Hours o'fun.
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Post by PJ on Apr 29, 2005 16:31:54 GMT -5
Ah, a war goddess. Destruction and War make an absolutely adorable couple. Yes.... I was thinking of breaking up and getting with that Indian goddess of Destruction, Kali, though. Naaaaaaah. I like the idea of Cardinal Ennui secretly being in league with us, and I can't wait to see how much fun the next plague is. Plagues=Hours o'fun. Quite. (checks list of plagus) 10 and 11 are cool. 12 will be lame (blasted locusts!) 13, 14 and 16 will be awesome. The 15th day will also be cool. I'm considering bringing some other gods into this..... MWAHAAHHAHAH!
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Post by PJ on Apr 30, 2005 4:59:09 GMT -5
Here 'tis. Expect great things in the next few parts.
Part the Eighth
Finally, Dante thought, the plague would do some damage. He was getting tired of the weak stuff that had been happening. Now he would show them who was boss. The humans and god. The tenth plague would take place, roughly, at midday. PJ and Derik where reading themselves...
Slowly, more and more cardinals began to arrive. The Camerlengo warned them of the plagues, but was puzzled by the lack of anything before lunch. Today was one of the random days, so he had no idea what to expect. It was during lunch time when PJ and Derik struck. It started rather innocently. The Camerlengo was staring at his cup of tea and was surprised to see it was shaking. Then he heard a faint rumbling. The tea cup began to shake more and more violently. A book fell from a bookcase. Then the penny dropped. “Earthquake!” He shouted, leaping up from his chair. “Everyone out!” He charged for the door and ran into the courtyard, shouting “Earthquake!” Over and over.
Everything was moving. It seemed as though the floor was made of liquid. Anything not nailed down tumbled around; priceless vases and treasures fell to the floor, broken. A roaring, rumbling noise filled the Vatican and several people where shouting. The mass of staff and cardinals all fell to the floor as the ground buckled. For the next few minutes the lay there, terrified, as the ground shook below them. Finally, it stopped. The Camerlengo opened his eyes and surveyed the destruction of the Vatican. Anything easily breakable had been broken. The floor was all uneven, the pavestones broken. The very walls of the building had cracked! But still the Vatican stood. These buildings had survived for centuries, and it would take a lot more than an earthquake to destroy them. Still, the damage was huge. “Curse you, demons!” The Camerlengo shouted and waved his fist at the sky.
Derik and PJ sat back, happy. It had felt good shaking up the earth. Very good. And tomorrow would be another great day. In the corner Amber stirred restlessly. “Just wait it out. I know how you feel. I want to visit Anuke too. But we should stay here.” Amber stood and paced around restlessly. “I worry about him…” PJ nodded sympathetically. PJ sat down at his chair. A bucket of rainbow paint was promptly emptied on him. For a moment, he was silent. Then he turned to Derik, grabbed his scythe, hurled the huge table aside an stormed at his nemesis, his weapon ready. Dante and Antenora grabbed him by the arms and pulled him back. PJ roared, pulling against his two comrades, eager to beat Derik senseless. Amber sprung over and held him back as well, whilst Derik laughed at PJ.
PJ roared, and his tentacles exploded outwards from his back, hurling Dante, Antenora and Amber aside. He leapt at Derik. Before he could reach the god of elementals, a white-hot ball of flames hit him and sent him flying into the opposite wall. “Now is not the time for fighting with each other.” Dante spat, and glared at PJ and Derik. PJ snapped his fingers, and he returned to his normal colour. He glared at Derik, then he conjured a chair and a book, and began to read. For the rest of the day, Derik sat in the opposite corner, a smug grin on his face.
The next day, another boatload of cardinals arrived, all eager to know why the Vatican was trashed. And, somehow, the newspapers had finally realized what was happening, and inordinate numbers of news teams crowded around the gates, clamoring to know why god had forsaken them. Evidently, someone had tipped them off about the plagues.
There wasn’t another plague, till lunchtime again. The Camerlengo feared the worst. The most horrific plagues had always come at lunchtime. He wasn’t disappointed. Just as he was biting into his bread, he heard a large thump. Then another. Then something smashed through the window, an hit the table violently. Uh-oh. Then it began to rain. Ice chunks. Commonly known as hail. But this wasn’t just any normal hail, oh no. These ice chunks range from the small (golf ball sized) to the large (fist sized). The Camerlengo ran for cover in the cellar. For that one dreadful hour, he heard the Vatican slowly be bludgeoned. He couldn’t take much more of this. At least tomorrow he would have a sort of reprieve. According to the bible, that is.
When the deadly hail finally stopped, the Camerlengo ventured upwards once more. His roof was pockmarked with holes, his floor was covered in water, and his whole house was in one huge mess. Outside, he discovered that two cardinals and one kitchen boy had been hit by the hail pieces. One of the cardinals was concussed, the other one severely bruised. Both where rushed to the hospital. The kitchen boy was also bruised, but claimed he was fine.
High above, in the godly planning room, Derik and PJ where laughing at the misfortune of those below. “Yes, today we did well.” Dante declared. “But tomorrow’s plague will be like a reprieve for them. But after that, they will wish they had never been born.”
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Post by A. the Returned on Apr 30, 2005 5:16:06 GMT -5
*Expects Great things in the next few parts.* Very nice PJ.
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Post by Dante on Apr 30, 2005 5:30:37 GMT -5
Great stuff, as usual, PJ.
Is the subplot of your rivalry with Derik going anywhere?
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Post by Amber on Apr 30, 2005 5:30:42 GMT -5
Yzay!
I wonder what the next plagues will be.
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Post by Antenora on Apr 30, 2005 12:09:01 GMT -5
The plagues keep getting better and better, it seems. Or worse and worse if you're at the Vatican.
The PJ-Derik rivalry could be a lot of fun to work with.
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