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Post by Ennui on Jun 13, 2005 12:48:44 GMT -5
I think I've identified the Old and Powerful Creature. Others probably have, too, but are too sporting to say...liked the entry a lot. I disdain the Code! It's for cowards!
I loved the pathos-inducing bit about no one reading PJ's stories any more...
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Post by Amber on Jun 13, 2005 13:01:46 GMT -5
I think I've identified the Old and Powerful Creature. Others probably have, too, but are too sporting to say... I haven't but I have a vague idea. I like this *thumbs-up* My comments are really lame, but you get the point.
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Post by Charles Vane on Jun 13, 2005 19:26:03 GMT -5
I'm pretty sure I know who the who the Old and Powerful Creature is too.
Good chapter.
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Post by PJ on Jun 13, 2005 19:27:43 GMT -5
I loved the pathos-inducing bit about no one reading PJ's stories any more... Yeah, you almost convinced me. Too bad I had to kick your ass and imprison you and use you as bait for a nefarious trap in which....wait a minute, I've said too much! And no offense, but I kinda thought the old and powerful creature was pretty obvious. More from it later on. Much, much, later on.
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Post by PJ on Jun 15, 2005 0:52:39 GMT -5
Here it is.
Entry Four
Speaking of the master, he had just landed on the story-site “Fiction Press”. The whole thing was a series of giant warehouses, which where basically giant mazes, and pages of stories or poems where stuck to the wall. Derik landed his ultra-cool and sleek, black net-ship in front of the “Science Fiction” building. The door was open. Derik gauged the Code power within, and recognized it. Ennui was in the building, alone. He was about to pass through the door when a small radio in his robe began to crackle. “Master!” Darth PJ’s voice came from a small black box. Derik sighed and pushed a button. “Yes. What is it.” “I tracked down Akbar, and he was with the Intelecteer Ennui. I fought them, and Akbar escaped. Again. But I managed to capture Ennui! I put him in the prison of our HQ, Derik.” “Master.” Derik said absently. “I mean, I put him in the prison of our HQ, Master. I have already interrogated him, but he refused to talk.” PJ said. “Oh, he will talk. We know his weakness, after all.” PJ smiled wickedly. “You mean…her?” “Yes. Once I am done here, I will interrogate him. Goodbye.” Derik contemplated this turn of events. Since Ennui was currently incarcerated, the person, or persons, within the Science Fiction warehouse couldn’t be him. Which meant that the person(s) within the building was/where trying to lure him inside by disguising their Code power as Ennui’s*. Which meant it was probably a trap. Derik decided to spring it. “PJ, drop everything and come to Fiction Press, the Science Fiction warehouse. Now. We can worry about Ennui later.”
*It sounded better in my mind than it does on paper. Basically, everyone has a distinct Code emanation, a signature if you will. Particularly skilled manipulators of the Code are able to hide their signature or imitate those of others, which is the case here.
He inspected the door and realized that once he was inside, it would slam shut, and trap him inside. Using the Code, he crushed the top of the open doorway, denting it. So the metal-door was blocked and couldn’t slide down and prevent him from escaping. Then he entered the warehouse. He walked through the maze of walls for a while, until he came to a clearing. Two hooded figures stood there. “Hello, Derik,” said the taller figure. He wore a green robe, which was covered with question marks and eyes. Derik recognized the voice and the robe. “Hey, Dante. You know, I was expecting Ennui, but since my apprentice just told me he had just captured your sword-master, I realized that someone else would be waiting.” Underneath the hood, Dante frowned. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Ennui should have arrived by now. Without him, things could get dicey. “It does not matter, Derik,” the second hooded person said, “Whether it is Ennui or us that kill you.” “Hello, Antenora.” Derik smiled. He realized that they had planned to trap him in here and kill him. But now that Derik had an escape route, and the third member of the Intelecteer’s party was missing, the Dark Lord had a chance at success.
Antenora was the Code-Master of the Intelecteers. She knew everything about it. She had discovered many new techniques, and had grown powerful over the ages. She was the third leading member of 667. Or she had been. 667 no longer existed. You see, it went like this: Ennui was the sword-Master, but his Code-skills where lacking. Antenora was Code-Master, but her sword-skills where lacking. Dante wasn’t master of anything, but had better Code-skills than Ennui and better sword-skills than Antenora, placing him directly in the middle of the two. He was like a mix of them.
“Well, Derik, any last words?” Dante said, and his red-lightsaber fired up. Antenora’s did a second later. Derik laughed. “It’s ironic, because you’re asking ME that question.” Suddenly, Colin, who had been hiding behind Derik slithered before him, and hissed violently. Derik smiled, and closed his eyes. Antenora frowned. “What’s he doing? I can feel the Code…” Dante murmured as Derik shouted and there was a flash of bright light. Where before Derik had stood alone, now another Derik stood beside him. “The Dark side has its uses, after all.” The two Deriks said at the same time. The right Derik possessed all of the Dark Lord’s lightsaber skills, whilst the left possessed all the Code-skills. The Right Derik charged at Dante, whilst the Left Derik approached Antenora. Both grinned maniacaly.
The split-skill maneuver that Derik had just performed was a very tricky and risky business. If one half of him died, the skills it possessed would die with him. So Derik would lose, for instance, either his lightsaber skills or his Code-skills, as well as half of his personality and intelligence. In any other battle it would have been a stupid thing to do, but here this battle was almost perfect for it. Antenora’s saber-skills where rather lacking, and the Left Derik had none at all, so a battle with Code ensued. The Left Derik shot the traditional lightning bolts at Antenora, who, traditionally, fired them right back, where they clashed in the middle in an extraordinary display of sparks and electricity. The Right Derik, however, possessed no Code-Skills at all, which suited Dante fine. The Haxx0r lord possessed superior skills with a blade, but Dante, using the Code to enhance his natural skills was able to balance this out, much like Ennui’s and PJ’s fight a few hours earlier, but the roles where reversed.
The Right Derik hammered away at Dante’s guard, when, suddenly, Colin slithered up Derik’s leg and up his body, and onto the red lightsaber. Colin was lightsaber-resistant, so it did not harm him. Then, when Derik and Dante’s blades connected, Colin, with lightning speed, slithered onto the Intelecteers blade, along his arm, up his torso and then he clamped himself onto Dante’s face. The Intelecteer’s shout was muffled, and he stumbled backwards, distancing himself from Derik. Conjured flames ran down his hand as Dante grabbed Colin and yanked him off and hurled him aside. Then he sent a concentrated blast of flame at the towel who screeched in a high pitched inhuman voice. Turning back, Dante raised his saber just in time to block Derik once more.
Colin, burnt in places, crawled towards Antenora, who was still battling the Left Derik. Both possessed immense Code-power, so the bolts of lightning where huge, and they just kept going. Colin was about to take a bite out of Antenora’s foot when a dark crow burst from her robes. Corax swooped down onto Colin and the towel leapt up, curling itself around the crow. Corax, screeching, flew upwards, where the two battled, Corax slashing at the towel with his long talons, Colin trying to smother the crow with his…towel-ness.
And so the fight went on, neither side gaining any clear ground, until Dante heard a loud humming noise. He froze. “Is that..?” He asked Derik, retreating and motioning to Antenora. “Yes. It seems my apprentice has arrived.” He grinned. Colin slithered up to his side. “Face it, Dante, you’re finished! Ennui is as good as dead, and not even you AND Antenora can defeat me. You may run Dante, but that’s all you can do.” Dante frowned. “We are not the only surviving Intelecteers, Derik. There ARE more powerful beings out there.” Derik grinned maliciously. “Name one.” Dante thought for a moment. “Kobolos. He is old and wise. He will aid us.” Derik shook his head. “Kobolos is dead. Killed by my master, as it were.” “Your master…?” Dante asked, curiously. “Swans.” Dante’s face darkened. “I always knew there was something foul about her…” “Yes, it’s too bad she’s dead. She died peacefully, in her sleep. With my lightsaber in her heart. We never really got along, and as soon as she served her purpose…” Dante’s face paled. He had hoped Swans might help defeat Derik, no matter how much the two hated each other. Now she out of the picture entirely.
“BSam.” Dante said finally. “He is more powerful than you.” Derik gave a laugh. “That drunken fool? Yeah, he might give me a run for my money….if he ever wakes up. He’s been offline since 667 was destroyed.” “Then I shall wake him up.” Dante said resolutely. “I very much doubt that. He places some very powerful wards on his resting place, to assure that no one would disturb him. Even I could not break through them, if I so wished.” Just then Antenora and the Left Derik stopped their fight, and the two Deriks sort of melded together again, to become one again. “Some of the moderators must have survived. We will muster the remaining Intelecteers and bring peace and balance to the Internet!” Antenora said, joining the discussion, her face red from her intense battle. “Nope. I killed them all. The only moderators left are you two, and Pandora. Together, you three might overpower me, but if my trusty apprentice is by my side, you wouldn’t stand a chance. Besides, there are only nine Intelecteers alive, one of which is in a deep sleep, whilst another sits in my personal prison. Oh, and the third one has no hands. Good luck!” Derik, however, consciously forgot to mention where the fourth Intelecteer was. Dante glared intensely at Derik, then turned to run, Antenora by his side. PJ appeared on the scene just then*, out of breath.
*It is important to note that due to a strange phenomenon caused by something known as “Writers” the space-time continuum is often stretched in movies, and occasionally books. This happens particularly often when some threatening person or creature is coming, and, conveniently, the main character(s) has just enough time to perform a speech or some other action before said threatening person/creature arrives, which is in almost every case, chronologically impossible. What has just occurred in this story is an excellent example for this. Whilst PJ isn’t particularly threatening, or scary (though his hair has been known to frighten people) his presence in the battle between Derik and the two Intelecteers would have resulted in the death of Dante and Antenora. And, since this, of course, cannot happen in the fourth chapter of any story, the “Writer” interferes and slows down the time around PJ, which results in him walking in a very silly and slow way, which he wouldn’t like at all, if he ever found out. It also allows the couple to have a nice chat with Derik, before escaping in the nick of time.
“After them!” Derik shouted, and he and PJ chased after the two Intelecteers, even though Derik knew they would never be caught. A chase through the maze-like corridors of Fiction Press ensued, until the couple leapt onto a glowing blue plate and where instantly hyper-linked away, taking the hyper-link with them. Derik turned to PJ and smacked him on the head. “What took you so long?” Derik asked, even though he knew of the phenomenon that had just occurred. He just liked to whack PJ on the head. “I dunno. You where just too far away, I guess…”
Deep in the Internet, the old and powerful creature tossed and turned in his eternal sleep. Not for years had four Code-Users of such power gathered together, and the creature felt this power. It moaned once more, and the entire site it was on shook violently. There was a tense moment, and then it fell into its deep sleep once more.
PJ's thoughts: I dunno. I didn't like this one that much. Meh.
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Post by BSam on Jun 15, 2005 0:55:39 GMT -5
go on dante, wake me, wake me
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Post by Ennui on Jun 15, 2005 1:24:20 GMT -5
I loved this. I loved the time thing...and swans killing Kobolos...I wonder who has no hands? Surely not Amber?
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Post by Dante on Jun 15, 2005 6:34:31 GMT -5
Good chapter, PJ. I'm not a big fan of fight scenes, but this was rather interesting. go on dante, wake me, wake me I'll try to do it without coffee.
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Post by PJ on Jun 15, 2005 6:40:34 GMT -5
Good chapter, PJ. I'm not a big fan of fight scenes, but this was rather interesting. go on dante, wake me, wake me I'll try to do it without coffee. Heh, I'll see what I can do.....
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Antenora
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Post by Antenora on Jun 15, 2005 6:44:47 GMT -5
This was a good chapter. I liked the bit about the effects of writers on the structure of spacetime.
And I need coffee.
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Post by BMatt on Jun 15, 2005 8:02:07 GMT -5
What is this rubbish?
Allow me to set the record straight... Swans just gave me a hickey....but it was a BIG hickey...
I remember it clearly, she was rubbing my ears and I said "You can't give me a hickey, Swans, Mrs. Kobolos' divorce lawyers shall become more powerful than I could ever imagine...."
And they did, they took everything...why do you think I was living in Curdled Cave when Sam found me all those years ago?
(Dunno about the Derik stabbing her with a lightsaber bit...could be true.)
Anywhoo, Old Bsam? Oboozie Kenobi can help you....strong in the buzz he is.
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Post by Dante on Jun 15, 2005 8:04:27 GMT -5
Actually, it was Derik who did that (in the story). A missed opportunity on my part, I'm afraid.
Edit: He's corrected it now.
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Post by BMatt on Jun 15, 2005 8:07:40 GMT -5
What the bloody hell are you talking about Dante? I never asked for a hickey from you...and no that one time doesn't count.
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Post by Dante on Jun 15, 2005 8:15:59 GMT -5
I meant stabbing swans with a lightsaber, as you know. Of course, I see now that I shouldn't have bothered saying anything.
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Post by PJ on Jun 15, 2005 8:20:15 GMT -5
What is this rubbish?
Allow me to set the record straight... Swans just gave me a hickey....but it was a BIG hickey...
I remember it clearly, she was rubbing my ears and I said "You can't give me a hickey, Swans, Mrs. Kobolos' divorce lawyers shall become more powerful than I could ever imagine...."
And they did, they took everything...why do you think I was living in Curdled Cave when Sam found me all those years ago?
(Dunno about the Derik stabbing her with a lightsaber bit...could be true.)
Anywhoo, Old Bsam? Oboozie Kenobi can help you....strong in the buzz he is. Yes, but it's more mysterious if you "return" from the dead, when you've actually just been playing poker with a few dogs for all those years.
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