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Post by Juan Roberto Montoya De Toledo on Dec 15, 2005 11:47:00 GMT -5
Wasn't there a mention of Dupin in an earlier entry? Just a passing line?
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Post by champ103 on Dec 15, 2005 12:10:07 GMT -5
There was?
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Dec 15, 2005 12:21:46 GMT -5
Great entry. Stupid Ennui, doesn't he realize that killing me is a criminal offense?
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Post by Juan Roberto Montoya De Toledo on Dec 15, 2005 12:46:36 GMT -5
I think there was, somewhere. EDIT: I found it. It's in Episode I:The Intelecteers Strike Back. Entry Five. EDIT 2: Revenge Of The EDIT: Here it is. Michael the Hutt’s face darkened. “I don’t want any trouble. Last time you picked a fight in my streets, you destroyed quite a bit of my fine city.” PJ’s smile vanished. “That was necessary. Dupin was a traitor.”
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Post by Charles Vane on Dec 15, 2005 14:56:36 GMT -5
Great entry. Stupid Ennui, doesn't he realize that killing me is a criminal offense? Maybe I'll avenge you. I don't have any control over it but if I was allowed to avenge you then I would. Nice chapter, I like the Celdora angst.
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Post by champ103 on Dec 15, 2005 15:22:07 GMT -5
I think there was, somewhere. EDIT: I found it. It's in Episode I:The Intelecteers Strike Back. Entry Five. EDIT 2: Revenge Of The EDIT: Here it is. Michael the Hutt’s face darkened. “I don’t want any trouble. Last time you picked a fight in my streets, you destroyed quite a bit of my fine city.” PJ’s smile vanished. “That was necessary. Dupin was a traitor.” I haven't read that in a long time. And that's a different story. Episode Two has a lack of Dupin.
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Post by Juan Roberto Montoya De Toledo on Dec 15, 2005 15:47:44 GMT -5
Ah. I thought you were talking about the whole thing.
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Post by PJ on Dec 15, 2005 16:38:48 GMT -5
I think there was, somewhere. EDIT: I found it. It's in Episode I:The Intelecteers Strike Back. Entry Five. EDIT 2: Revenge Of The EDIT: Here it is. I haven't read that in a long time. And that's a different story. Episode Two has a lack of Dupin. Well...you can't well come back from the dead, can you? Unless you're insinuating that the "was" in that sentence means you are no longer a traitor, and have secretly joined me?
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Post by SF on Dec 15, 2005 17:35:14 GMT -5
I read this earlier, but wasn't logged on and didn't have time to comment.
Anyways, I liked this. Loved the threat to beat me with a metal pole.
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Post by Celinra on Dec 15, 2005 20:10:28 GMT -5
I haven't been to the forum in a while, but you may be interested to know this is the first thing I looked at after my time away.
The story is awesome, as usual. The footnotes are still quite enjoyable. I liked the mention of Hanakane!. And the Celdora implications are neat. And I look forward to reading more.
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Post by PJ on Dec 16, 2005 19:22:12 GMT -5
Sorry about the lack of story last night. I was tired. Entertaining small children for an entire evening can do that to you. I'll post the next Entry tommorow morning. Also, Dupin, I pulled some strings, talked to some people, and managed to get you into this entry. You owe me one.
Entry Four
A trap. He needed to set a trap. Amber was vital. And he knew exactly what he was going to do. Emperor PJ’s sleek spaceship landed with a light thump some distance from the ruins of a building once known as “667 Dark Avenue”.
He climbed out of his spaceship, his trusty lightsaber up one sleeve, his even trustier conscious spoon, Dave, in another. He had recently cast a few spells* upon the spoon, to make him more lively, and more…sentient. Sad as it was, Dave was PJ’s only friend in the entire Internet. For a moment, PJ felt a stab of doubt. Before…before he had had friends. Now…now all he had was power. And money. And luxury. And respect. But friends? No. He wondered if all of it was worth the lack of friends.
*For lack of a better word. Spells and magic is for the fantasy section in the library. This is strictly Sci-Fi, make no mistake.
PJ was interrupted in his reverie by the continuation of a story line I had previously started. A tiny wormhole appeared in the air above the Emperor, and a pen from, most recently*, the future, in a garbage dump.
*Before that, it had resided upon the desk of the Creator.
The pen sped down, spearing into the soft snow at PJ’s feet with an ominous whoosh. He froze. And looked up. Then looked down at the pen again. Then back up. Then all around him. Then back at the pen.
Where had it come from? Some faint memory stirred in the back of his mind…he had seen a pen quite like it some time ago. It had materialised into the centre of the Internet, and had bounced off his ship. Surely…surely it couldn’t have made it here by itself? The centre of the Internet was hundreds of Terabytes away. At the speed the pen had rebounded off the spaceship, it would have to have taken it several thousand years to arrive here. Unless it had hit something else, like a meteor, which had sped it up. But the chance…the chance that the same pen would land exactly at his feet, after somehow having sped up. What were the probabilities of that*?
*<Insert gasp-worthy large number>
He bent to pick up the pen, and stared in astonishment as his hand warped, twisted, grew and shrunk. He lifted the pen up, and stared at it intently, to see what type of coding it had*. To his intense, supreme, incredible surprise, the pen had no coding at all. It shouldn’t exist. How could it not have coding? It must have…must have come from somewhere outside the Internet*. Perhaps, some alternate reality, or something like that?
*If one was skilled enough, you could find out almost anything about any item you possessed, if you looked hard enough.
*The Internet ends in a grey, unbreakable, wall. No-one has ever been able to get past it.
Wherever the pen had come from, it was obviously special, so he pocketed it. He would study it later. Now, he had a trap to set.
Antenora sat, cross-legged, in the ruins of 667 Dark Avenue. Dante and Ennui were in hiding, their Code-powers also hidden. Not even PJ himself would sense the two, even if he were standing right there. She felt a sudden twinge of Code, from behind her, and felt annoyed. One of them wasn’t concentrating enough. If one of them made another slip-up in a critical moment…
PJ suddenly felt a powerful wave of Code come from the ruins. He knew, instantly, that it belonged to Antenora. He was so surprised, in fact, that he let his own diminished Code slip up a bit, and bit his lip. Antenora was here. And she was projecting a powerful amount of Code out into the Internet…ah. It made sense. He went closer, using all his prowess not to make a noise. He crept up behind a large, broken statue of the “great” Tragedy, and peered into the clearing, where Antenora sat, cross-legged, and meditating. She was also setting a trap!
The trap was set. Antenora would exhume the Code, which would, theoretically, draw Amber to her. When she came to kill Antenora, Ennui and Dante would jump out and either reason with her, or try to capture her. Simple. Antenora felt slightly nervous, as she was the bait, but she quelled the feeling. Together, the Three were unstoppable. She only regretted that BSam couldn’t come along*.
*Toga-party.
PJ smiled. Antenora was doing exactly what he had planned to do. She was exhuming the Code, which would, theoretically, draw Amber to her. PJ could use this…when Amber came, he would jump out, kill Antenora, and capture Amber for himself.
Wait a minute…how did they even know of Amber? Oh, right, Dante had been attacked by her. He was probably here, too. He would have to be dealt with…PJ felt around the ruined site for any other presence of Code…and felt none. He supposed Dante was cloaking his presence. Blast. He would have to find him manually*.
He crept around the statue, careful not to make any noise. He would strike from behind…and eliminate one of his enemies once and for all*.
*It’s never once and for all. They all come back. Eventually. Oh, wait, no they don’t. Well, you’ll see. Later.
Ennui felt a twinge of Code. Amber! Surely enough, he felt her presence approaching. She had already picked up the signal! Strange…he had expected her to take longer than this…*
*They all, of course, underestimated Amber’s warped Code-skills.
She had landed. He was sure of it. Now…to wait*.
*As waiting around is generally boring, I shall skip to the exciting scene.
She was here! She was just beyond that statue…and, surely enough, she appeared, slowly and warily approaching Antenora. It was all going well…and then all hell broke loose.
Dante, nervous as he was* , he looked behind himself, and found PJ standing over him, with a lightsaber. Oh.
*He was the only one of the whole lot to have faced Amber. His healing ribs bore testimony about the awesome power she possessed…also, he was also worried that the Code-emanations would attract Darth PJ. A relatively justified worry, considering what happens next.
With a roar, Dante used the Code to hurl PJ right over him, and into the clearing where Antenora and Amber were. Bad idea. Amber and Antenora whirled around as one, and saw PJ land with a thud on the broken tile-floor.
Randomly, Dupin appeared in the middle of the room, right beside PJ. “Dupin!” PJ exclaimed, surprised*.
“Yes! I’m back! I miraculously survived, and-“ PJ cut off his head. Again. And the fight scene, which had so randomly stopped, started again.
*He had the right of it. The last he had seen of Dupin was his severed head rolling down the steps of the tallest tower of The Quiet World.
PJ, with a yell, hurled Dave out of his sleeve, straight at the surprised Antenora. Amber, charged forwards, and, with surprising speed, grabbed Dave by his handle, and hurled him through a concrete wall.
Dante, mistaking Amber’s charge as an attack directed at Antenora, sent a bolt of white lightning straight at her. PJ, taking the opportunity to strike at his prey, also sent a bolt of dark lightning.
The two bolts struck from opposite sides, and Amber roared, but was held still, unable to move. A cage of energy seemed to be surrounding her, paralysing her. Ennui, enraged, leapt out of his hiding spot and tackled PJ aside, causing the dark-lightning to cease.
Strangely enough, once she was freed from the dark-bolts, the light-bolts didn’t seem to affect her at all, and she turned and fled, not even missing a step when Antenora threw her lightning at her. It just…dissipated when it hit her. PJ and Ennui were still struggling until Antenora and Dante stood above them, and held their lightsabers down, pointing directly at his head.
Ennui stood up, and dusted his cloak off, and then also pointed his lightsaber at PJ’s throat. “And don’t even try using Dave. Bring him to me.” Dante said menacingly, his sword close enough to shave PJ’s beard*.
*If, that is, PJ had one.
PJ gulped, and Dave freed himself from the concrete wall, and landed neatly in Dante’s hand. Dante, using a cheap plot device, somehow bound the lightsaber-spoon in a shield of Code, so that he couldn’t hurt anybody.
PJ sat up, and almost speared himself in the process. “Easy, now.” He said, and stood. The Three surrounded him, glaring at him. “Well then. Let’s not draw this out, shall we?” “Let’s make him suffer.” Dante suggested, his cold smile never wavering. “Suffer? Oh, no, I meant about how you are going to let me go free.” “And why would we do that?” Antenora asked coldly.
“What? You haven’t figured it out yet?” PJ asked, grinning smugly. Dante’s blade edged closer to his throat. “Uh, well, you see,” he started again, nervously eying Dante’s sword, “when both of us blasted it with lightning-“ “Her. She’s human.” “Right. You see where I’m going with this, right? When she got hit by both light and dark lightning, she was trapped. Couldn’t have harmed a fly. But the instant this fellow here tackled me, your light-lightning had absolutely no effect. In other words, because she is both on the dark and light side of the Code, only the combined Code can stop her. Well, that is, unless you have some-one more powerful than her? Like, with the sword. She’s not omnipotent…I bet BSam could give her a run for her money…”
“I say we kill him.” Dante said, a moment later. “So do I.” Ennui growled. “Ennui, without him, we have no hope of catching Amber alive.” Antenora reminded him. “…but we can’t trust this…slime. Besides, it’s all based on a theory.” “Well, it seems pretty sound. I say we go for it.” Antenora said. “Fine.” Ennui finally said, glaring extra-hard at PJ. Dante frowned. “Two against one. Fine. What are your terms, PJ?” “Well, we collaborate to capture Amber, and, uh, you don’t try to kill me until it’s done. And I get a chance to flee. I don’t want to end up caught when it’s done.”
“But how can we trust you?” “You can’t. But you can either kill me, and try and bring down Amber by yourself, or you can let me help you, and can try and kill me another day. You’ll just have to keep me in line. Constant guard, or something. Remember, I want Amber, too.” “Why?” “Well, for one, she’s super-duper incredibly powerful. If I can harness her power…” “We get her, at the end, though.” “Sure. She’ll be easier to steal from you guys than she will be if I have to fight her. You get to try and kill me another day, and I get to try and capture her another day. Easy. Everyone wins.”
They took him to their spaceship, were they began to plan Amber’s capture. And so, for the first time, in several THOUSAND years, did both the Dark and Light side of the Code work side-by-side. PJ was, of course, going to double-cross those suckers, but that was obvious. Heck, even the suckers themselves knew he was going to double cross them. What isn’t obvious, however, is if he succeeds.
Edit: Forgot the Musings.
PJ's Musings: I liked this one. The pen pwns. I can't think of anything else.
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Post by Antenora on Dec 16, 2005 22:11:33 GMT -5
Ha, the mysterious pen rocks. Great chapter.
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Post by Dante on Dec 17, 2005 3:34:03 GMT -5
Good chapter. Dupin's random appearance was amusing (rather like Jacques's random appearances in Episode I), and I like the direction the plot is going in.
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Post by SF on Dec 17, 2005 15:25:14 GMT -5
That will probably be my favorite part of this episode, very funny. I liked this, the pen is still stumping me as to what part it will play.
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Post by PJ on Dec 18, 2005 1:03:07 GMT -5
Entry Five
Now, the four* thought. And thought. And thought. But no plan came to mind. PJ began to get nervous…perhaps they would kill him after all. He sighed loudly. He would have to play a card he had wanted to save for some other time.
*Due to a convenient plot point, all other Intelecteers were absent.
“Could you not do that? It’s very annoying.” Dante said crossly, referring to PJ’s loud sigh. “Actually, it means I’m going to tell you about my plan.” “Ah. Do tell, miscreant*.”
*Dante and PJ had been abusing each other for quite some time now. It was a game, of sorts.
“Well. You see, there’s something I’ve kept from you people. A secret, if you will. You see, some time ago, a former member came to me in need of help. Well, he asked Derik for help, but it amounts to the same thing.” “Who?” Antenora asked, leaning closer. “He went by the name of Robert. I’m sure you’ve heard of him.” PJ said, with a smile. “Robert! We thought he was dead!” Ennui exclaimed loudly.
“Well. You see, after the schism* Robert had his doubts about the organisation. Claimed it was all corrupted, and the like, what with me slaughtering folk and Derik being a long-time Haxx0r.”
*It was hardly a schism. It’s just a cool word to use.
“So he wanted out.” “What? You can’t just “quit” the Code.” “Yes…but he wanted to quit 667.” “So he wanted to join you?” “No…he just wanted to quit.” “But he has to be either good, or bad. That’s how it all works!” Antenora said, puzzled, but excited about learning something new.
“Yes. That was his problem. He didn’t want to join you guys, nor did he want to join me. Derik, of course, threatened him, but Robert is made of stern stuff. I saw that we weren’t making any progress. He wouldn’t join us.”
“So Robert wanted to be neutral. Free from Good or Bad influences. Derik said he’d try. We worked for ages and ages…trying to cut him off from the Good/Bad influence, without actually cutting off the Code. We needed someone to experiment on, though. He knew what the risks were, he didn’t want us to use him. So…we got Amber.”
Ennui seemed to be trembling with rage. “Robert…Robert caused this?” “Well, indirectly, sure. But mostly it was me and Derik. No need to get all angry.” Ennui just leant back, and said nothing, a dark, resigned look* on his face.
*I’m not a betting man, but if I was, I’d bet that Ennui’s “To Kill” list just grew by one person.
“So. We used Amber. Experimented. We succeeded, sure, heck, we even boosted her strength. You must have noticed she’s like twice as strong as she used to be. But she’s as mad as a hatter. Completely out of it. But we had done it, which was the principle.”
“We then…did it to Robert. A few changes, of course, but we did it. Derik called it “neutralisation”. So now, Robert’s half-half, is free of any otherworldly influences, and isn’t mad as hatter. He’s just as strong though, which is why I haven’t bothered doing it to myself.”
“So, the point of you revealing your past…experiments…is…?” Dante said, pure contempt on his face. This was an abomination onto the Code. “Well…Amber may be psychotic, but she isn’t stupid. She isn’t going to fall for the same trap twice. And Robert and Amber are the only two “Neutrals” in the entire Internet. Perhaps he can track her, or something. Just as you or I can feel…disturbances…in our respectable sides of the Code, he must be able to feel them in the Neutral side.” “Wait, wait. We’re supposed to trust one of your henchmen? How do we know you won’t call for back-up when you’re talking to him? Or that he’ll betray us?” “One, he isn’t my henchman. He’s not evil, remember? No, he’s a bounty hunter. Sure, he’s had to pay off his debt, but that’s all done now, and he specifically asked to do non-evil jobs. So, out of the two of us, you’ll be trusting him more than you will me.”
“How come you didn’t use Robert to capture Amber? His powers would affect her, surely…” “Perhaps…but she’s batsalsa crazy powerful, remember? She was more powerful than Robert before…the schism, do you really doubt she could best him now? Besides, I had assumed I could do it without him. Obviously, I was wrong.” There was a moment of silence. “Hmm…will you excuse us for a moment, whilst we discuss this?” Antenora said as diplomatically as she could. “It’s not like I have a choice, do I? I’ve already explained, it’s in my best interests to stay with you people, despite our rather…stormy relationship.”
Now, I could go into detail about Dante, Antenora and Ennui’s debate, but I’d rather skip ahead to the phone call Robert received. “Uh, yes, I need you desperately, Robert. Come to 667 Dark Avenue as soon as you can.” PJ said, rather stiffly. “I won’t do anything evil, remember?” “I do. Just come quickly. I’ll pay you.” He hung up.
Now, I could also go into detail about the boring waiting phase, but it’s boring, so I will, once again, skip ahead.
Robert’s ship came down. It was thin and sleek, and completely jet black. Evil looking cannons were mounted on the top. Robert’s ship was an essential part of his job. And it looked like it could put a few sizeable craters into this site.
They met in what had once been the moderator’s hall of 667 Dark Avenue. PJ gazed around, filled with memories. He had always wanted to get into this place…but he had never made it. Bitter memories. He turned away, and met Robert.
Robert was dressed in an…armour of sorts. It was worn and used, but it was more sturdy than it looked. It had saved Robert several times before*. His helmet had a thin horizontal slit which he could look out of, and another vertical one that met the first in a sort of T-shape. Attached to his back was a jet-pack, and an assortment of nasty looking weapons, including a whip, several laser guns, a few knives, a handful of grenades, and a coil of rope.
*See “Robert the Bounty Hunter’s Zany Space Adventures in Space”.
“Sorry, Robert.” PJ said, and a bolt of black lightning hit him from the front, just as Antenora, who had crept behind him, zapped a white bolt at his back. As with Amber, a cage, a lattice of sorts, formed around the bounty hunter, and he fell to his knees, paralysed and unable to move*. Ennui and Dante appeared at his side, their lightsabers open. PJ and Antenora halted their lightning. Robert looked at the four people towering above him. “salsa.”
*Since he was both good and bad, he was only affected by a merger of the two. Just as PJ was susceptible to Antenora’s white, good lightning, so was she susceptible to his black, evil, lightning. Robert was only susceptible to a mixture of the two. And it had surprising side effects.
“Amber broke out?” Robert was saying some time later, sipping some coffee through a small funnel in his helmet. After the rather…barbaric welcome, he had agreed to help them. It wasn’t like he had a choice. At all. “Yes.” “I suppose…that explains it. I’ve felt a…disturbance, of sorts, in the last few weeks. It must be her. And you want me to capture her?” “No…we want you to find her. We’ll do the capturing.” “As long as I don’t have to fight her.” “You won’t.” “So…uh…how come you people are working with each other?” “It’s a long story.” PJ said dramatically. “No it isn’t. Amber broke free, and we’re both helping each other capture her. Simple.” PJ growled. No one respected drama anymore. “No use sitting around here, we had better get moving.” He said, standing up. “But the plot has already moved way too fast for any normal story!” Antenora protested. “We should slow down, you know ease into the story, so the readers can take their time and enjoy it more.” “Screw the readers*.” PJ said, and stood.
*You lot probably feel plenty screwed over, right about now. I mean, Emperor PJ mentions Robert, and, two paragraphs later, Roberts here, and Bam, he’s joined the team. And now, the author has made a pathetic attempt to make a joke out of the unnatural speed at which this story is progressing. Well, screw you, he’s too lazy to write boring stuff, so he’s just skipped it. Live with it, jerk. You’re not even paying to read this. The author is entertaining you for free. He’s doing it from the good of his heart. Who cares if it’s badly written? It’s free, and it’s entertaining. What more could you want? So bleh. Now, back to cheap thrills.
Robert sat on the floor, his legs crossed, and was meditating*. The three Intelecteers and PJ waited. “How long could it possibly take to find her?” PJ said, after ten minutes of boring silence. “Yes, we need to try and capture Amber before the end of this Entry.” Dante said, leaning casually against a wall, picking the non-existent dirt out of his fingernails with a small file. “Why?” “Why not?” Robert’s eyes blinked open. “Got it.”
*Meditation is, of course, the best way to use the Code. It’s all in the pamphlet, foo.
GreenAcres. Once it had been a lovely site; a paradise holiday resort. But when 667 had fallen, the owner had died in the resulting Internet conflict, and GreenAcres had fallen into disuse, particularly the main attraction, The Castle.
“Amber and I once went here for a vacation.” Ennui said, gazing down at the broken and overgrown site. The sky was dark, a storm was coming. “It was lovely.” “Perhaps that is why she chose it…” PJ said, spinning around in the cockpit-chair in a rather childish manner.
“Well, she’s in there. I’m certain.” Robert said, and stood, pointing at the Castle. “I’ll be going, then…” He said, heading towards his ship*. PJ stopped him. “I think not.” He said. “You can help us capture her, Robert.” Antenora said, patting him on the shoulder. “We’ll be right there, at your side, like the good old times.” Ennui said, rather forcefully. Robert sneered. “Fine, I’ll go.” They went.
*Robert’s, PJ’s and the Intelecteers’ ships had all been linked together to form a huge hulking and twisted ship. Easier than driving each ship individually.
Lightning flashed in the distance, and it began to rain, making the Castle look all the more ominous. The drawbridge was down. They all entered simultaneously. The dark castle was very, very creepy. And cold.
“Upstairs. She’s upstairs. The tallest tower, I think.” Robert said hoarsely, and they continued upwards, moving slowly but surely. Everyone was very, very tense. After about ten minutes of climbing upwards, Robert stopped. “Up these stairs.” He simply said. The Intelecteers nodded, and went forwards. PJ, casually, dropped a note of paper into Robert’s hand. Robert, perplexed, opened the slip of paper, and read it whilst his companions snuck up the stairs. It simply said: “You owe me.” Robert’s heart sank. He may have turned his back on all his friends, but he had a strong sense of honour. He would have to do what PJ said. But then…then he would be done. Free. His debt would finally be cleared.
They all climbed up the spiralling staircase, and as they did, they heard a strange noise. Amber was crying. They arrived at the top, and found Amber sitting on a chair, hunched over, and weeping. They were oblivious to her.
Ennui’s heart sank. He realised he could not do it. He couldn’t raise a finger against Amber. Not her. To his horror, he realised the others had no such sentiments.
Dante, PJ and Robert all sent their lighting at her at the same time, and she was blasted off her chair. A glowing net surrounded her, kept her imprisoned. She whimpered, and didn’t move. Antenora went over to her, and injected her with a tranquiliser. It acted quickly; she fell, unconscious. The lightning dissipated. They had done it. They had caught her.
Ennui, distraught as he was, did not notice the Code-propelled needle until it hit him in the neck, injecting the rest of the tranquiliser into his veins. He moaned and Antenora and Dante turned towards him. He fell forwards, and they caught him, barely. Before they could react, PJ and Robert attacked, blasting the Three Intelecteers apart.
Dante hit a stone wall, and darkness took him. Antenora had been thrown to the floor, and she turned, sending a bolt of lightning at PJ. The bolt flew right at him, and PJ’s eyes widened, and the bolt struck him in the chest. But he was unaffected. He was…absorbing the lightning. No. Not him. The pen in his pocket. The pen was absorbing the lightning! He hurled the surprised Antenora against another wall with the Code, where the slumped, unconscious, to the floor beside Dante.
PJ’s lightsaber flared up. He approached the fallen Ennui with murderous intent. They would have to die. What a waste…but for too long had they resisted him. He grimaced. His former friends…no. They were the enemy now. “No. You shall not kill them.” Robert said, and stood between the Intelecteers and PJ. His own lightsaber, a grey one, held ready. “Leave them. Take what you came for.” Robert commanded. PJ hesitated…and then his lightsaber winked out. Fine. He would have to kill them another time. “Your debt is cleared. You may go.” He said, and approached Amber, lifting her up on one shoulder. He approached Antenora, too.
“No!” Robert said, his lightsaber held at PJ’s neck. “I will not harm her in any way. But I will take her.” With a flick of his hand, Robert’s lightsaber was yanked from his grip, and flew into the corner. PJ lifted up Antenora, and placed her on his other shoulder.
“Goodbye, Robert.” PJ said, and descended the stairs. Robert glared at him, and leapt out of the window, using his jetpack to get back to his ship. He was done with PJ, and the rest of the Intelecteers. Never again. They could all rot, and have their battles. But without Robert.
PJ's Musings: The first half is really cheap. I was just too bored to write the boring bits, so I just skipped 'em. The rest is allright. One of the worse entries, though. Next one is better. One after that even more so. They'll come later, though. Two days. I want to build up the suspense. I want you to BEG for the next Entrys! MWAHAHAHAHAHA. So yeah. Two days.
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