RE: The Damnable Fisticuffs (Round One: Kingdom of Giam)
11-10-2012, 04:49 AM
It was easy enough to find the robot city; it was, after all, a large city made for robots. With nothing but trees surrounding it, Super Robo City stuck out like a sore thumb.
Unfortunately, that applied to the local authorities as much as it applied to the 24-7 Gang. A dozen or so mages in uniform were marching through the woods in front of the car, and they suddenly turned to face it.
"Dammit!" Robyn grumbled. "We've been spotted."
"Aw, honey, it's just a bunch of geezers," Bobby said calmly. "I can take 'em with one hand behind my back."
The "geezers" all held up their wands, and pointed them at the stolen car.
"Surrender, Nescin scum!" one of them declared. "Or we'll destroy your hideous machine, and you with it!"
"I do believe they are serious, sir," Rupert replied calmly. "Fortunately, we have no stolen goods on hand that they would know anything of. We have little to lose by acquiescing."
"Acqwhat?"
"He means doin' what they say, Bobby." Robyn sighed. "Which ain't much fun, but I gotta admit Rupert's got a point."
"Oh, okay then... wait, no, it's not okay! We're just gonna give up?"
"Shut up, Bobby. Rupert, you do the talkin' here, we'll follow your lead."
"Certainly, Mrs. Banks." He stepped out through the back of the van, raising his hands. Roberta stepped out after him, holding up her hands and asking Mr. Fluffertail to do the same. He wasn't very cooperative.
Robyn and Bobby stepped out next, neither of them happy about it. One of the wizard-soldiers smirked at them.
"Good to see you're being cooperative. But my men won't lower their weapons just yet. Tell us what you know about that city!"
"Little, I'm afraid," Rupert said apologetically. "You see, when we stole this experimental vehicle, we soon had the Nescin army after us, and that gave us more immediate concerns than learning more about other weapons they had under development."
There were whispers among the soldier-mages. Their officer hushed them.
"It appears we have some more questions for you," he said, stroking his beard. "You will come with us."
"Of course," Rupert replied pleasantly. Everyone else was less than thrilled.
***
Robespierre was beginning to get worried. It was one thing when just that Dout guy had turned up in town, and it had been a hoot watching him slip on that banana peel. But it hadn't stopped there. The butterfly had appeared - and vanished into a house - followed by the mouth thief.
And now there was a bear rider.
Technically, Robepierre had accomplished his mission, so he could leave. But he wanted to grab something first while he was here. He'd considered waiting for things to calm down and grabbing the robes off the draft officer, but then it turned out he didn't need a mouth to do his job. Although Jack O'Lanton apparently needed one to scream.
That left the houses. Jack was preoccupied with the mouthless draft officer on his doorstep, but there was no telling how long that would last. And the other guy, Smith-Smythe or something, was definitely home. There were other hovels around, of course, but Robespierre had no idea if they were occupied or not.
He decided to take a chance on Smith-Smythe. Sure, the butterfly had gone in, but she hadn't seemed particularly bright. Robespierre was pretty sure he could take on one wizard, as long as he didn't get spotted first.
Robespierre Banks slipped out of the shrub, and slipped through the back window of Maximus Smith-Mason-Gardener-Smythe's hovel. He wasn't leaving this village empty-handed.
Unfortunately, that applied to the local authorities as much as it applied to the 24-7 Gang. A dozen or so mages in uniform were marching through the woods in front of the car, and they suddenly turned to face it.
"Dammit!" Robyn grumbled. "We've been spotted."
"Aw, honey, it's just a bunch of geezers," Bobby said calmly. "I can take 'em with one hand behind my back."
The "geezers" all held up their wands, and pointed them at the stolen car.
"Surrender, Nescin scum!" one of them declared. "Or we'll destroy your hideous machine, and you with it!"
"I do believe they are serious, sir," Rupert replied calmly. "Fortunately, we have no stolen goods on hand that they would know anything of. We have little to lose by acquiescing."
"Acqwhat?"
"He means doin' what they say, Bobby." Robyn sighed. "Which ain't much fun, but I gotta admit Rupert's got a point."
"Oh, okay then... wait, no, it's not okay! We're just gonna give up?"
"Shut up, Bobby. Rupert, you do the talkin' here, we'll follow your lead."
"Certainly, Mrs. Banks." He stepped out through the back of the van, raising his hands. Roberta stepped out after him, holding up her hands and asking Mr. Fluffertail to do the same. He wasn't very cooperative.
Robyn and Bobby stepped out next, neither of them happy about it. One of the wizard-soldiers smirked at them.
"Good to see you're being cooperative. But my men won't lower their weapons just yet. Tell us what you know about that city!"
"Little, I'm afraid," Rupert said apologetically. "You see, when we stole this experimental vehicle, we soon had the Nescin army after us, and that gave us more immediate concerns than learning more about other weapons they had under development."
There were whispers among the soldier-mages. Their officer hushed them.
"It appears we have some more questions for you," he said, stroking his beard. "You will come with us."
"Of course," Rupert replied pleasantly. Everyone else was less than thrilled.
***
Robespierre was beginning to get worried. It was one thing when just that Dout guy had turned up in town, and it had been a hoot watching him slip on that banana peel. But it hadn't stopped there. The butterfly had appeared - and vanished into a house - followed by the mouth thief.
And now there was a bear rider.
Technically, Robepierre had accomplished his mission, so he could leave. But he wanted to grab something first while he was here. He'd considered waiting for things to calm down and grabbing the robes off the draft officer, but then it turned out he didn't need a mouth to do his job. Although Jack O'Lanton apparently needed one to scream.
That left the houses. Jack was preoccupied with the mouthless draft officer on his doorstep, but there was no telling how long that would last. And the other guy, Smith-Smythe or something, was definitely home. There were other hovels around, of course, but Robespierre had no idea if they were occupied or not.
He decided to take a chance on Smith-Smythe. Sure, the butterfly had gone in, but she hadn't seemed particularly bright. Robespierre was pretty sure he could take on one wizard, as long as he didn't get spotted first.
Robespierre Banks slipped out of the shrub, and slipped through the back window of Maximus Smith-Mason-Gardener-Smythe's hovel. He wasn't leaving this village empty-handed.