Re: The $300,000 Fight-A-Thon! [Round One: Storage Park!]
09-07-2012, 04:44 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Flummox.
“Shall we begin!”
Felus floated above a stack of crates. He wasn’t sure what exactly they were about to begin, but without anything to do, his followers would dissemble and he’d lose their attention.
There was some shouting from the crowd. Felus couldn’t pick out what they were really saying, but it was close enough to a yes.
His eye began to itch. He rubbed it with the back of his paw and tried to ignore it.
“So you say that this, this Cultivator, stores cats in military-grade weaponry!” Felus almost smiled. He knew just the person.
“I know what we will do next! We will begin our quest to destroy all of the weapons in this warehouse, freeing the cats within! And I know where we will start!”
Felus launched his paw out sideways and turned to find it pointing at Axys.
“You!” shouted Felus, voice booming across the warehouse. “Have you seen a certain shark-faced fellow around?”
The gaggle of cats was undoubtedly confused. No matter, he would soon reveal a great surprise to them!
<font color="#336600">“So what if I have?” Felus could barely hear Axys from across the warehouse.
“He is refusing to surrender information!” Felus rubbed both eyes with his paws. They were really beginning to annoy him. “Arrest him!”
The crowd cheered and a ragtag swarm of cats leapt on Axys, who batted them away effortlessly.
“Yes!” said Felus. “Attack!” His face was a picture of mad delight. He rubbed his eyes vigorously.
Cats of all sizes piled upon Axys, who threw them off with his tail hand and not quite successfully tried to stab them with his arms. Felus’s vision was blurry and he began to see red. He tried to keep his vision on Axys, but his eyes began to slide and he was dizzy. Then his entire vision went pure red and he felt sure that his eyes were on fire. He screamed and put his paws over his eyes, then quickly withdrew them because of the heat.
Quickly, it was over and Felus’s vision was back to normal. But the scene in front of him was completely different. A smoking hole in the floor gaped in the center of his vision and Axys was dancing on top of a flaming pyramid of crates, every passage out blocked by masses of cats.
“Alright!” Axys was saying. He was pointing somewhere. “He’s under that pile of balls!”
Suddenly Felus burst out laughing. He stopped levitating and rolled on the floor laughing. Because it was heat vision! He’d forgotten he was superman! He never thought a human animated television show could carry so much power. Ahaha! He’d have to get that under control.
“Very well!” said Felus, leaping tall stacks of boxes in single bounds. The crowd cheered and pulled Guillemet along, though to be sure they had no idea what they were following him to. Axys would be able to get off the box without the cats there and Felus hoped his show of power would be enough to deter him from pursuit. They soon located the mountain of rubber balls. Felus swept some rubber balls off of Ironjaw’s face and began to talk to him with a ridiculously smug look on his face.
“Remember me?” he said.
Ironjaw growled and snapped at Felus’s paw. Felus only narrowly avoided him.
“Anyway I’m here to tell you that you must surrender your weapon.”
[color=#P1914]Ironjaw grinned, a rather unpleasant sight. “Which one?”[/color]
“Your gun, if you will.”
[color=#P1914]“I’m not going to give you the gun just so you can kill me with it and laugh at my idiocy.”[/color]
Felus tapped Ironjaw’s forehead with one claw. “Listen up,” he said. “I could kill you right now, one slash across the throat. Why would I want your weapon just to kill you with it?”
[color=#P1914]“Then why not just kill me and take it?”[/color]
Felus knew that Ironjaw was probably lying on top of the gun and he was probably very heavy. He’d need some way to coax him into giving it up. This served a dual purpose, in fact, not only to start off the quest and build morale, but to render Ironjaw less dangerous. Clever, Felus, very clever.
A kitten crawled forward slowly. Felus recognized it as the one from the original liberation. “Sire,” he said. “Heroes save. They do not kill.”
“YOU DARE –!”
The kitten cringed and fell back into the mass.
“No, no, you’re right. Come back here.” The kitten came back. “What’s your name, little one?”
“I don’t have one. None of us do.”
“Hmph. Then you will need a name. A proper warrior’s name. You are now… Slicestripe!”
The kitten smiled and Felus smiled back, but inside he was feeling woe. So! He couldn’t kill anyone. A geas of sorts, held together by the power of his followers’ belief. He knew all about those, he was a god after all. What good were powers if you couldn’t kill anyone on fear of losing them?
He looked back at Ironjaw, who was smiling.
[color=#P1914]“So you can’t kill anyone, can you.”[/color]
Felus was distressed but he decided to make the best of the situation. “That also means I won’t kill you if you surrender your weapon.”
[color=#P1914]“It also means you won’t kill me if I decide to get up and walk out of here.”[/color]
Felus smirked, looking at the mountain of rubber balls. “Good luck with that.”
Guillemet was screaming something but her voice was muffled by the wall of fur.
“I help you get up and you give me your weapon and leave without further incident. What do you say?”
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“Shall we begin!”
Felus floated above a stack of crates. He wasn’t sure what exactly they were about to begin, but without anything to do, his followers would dissemble and he’d lose their attention.
There was some shouting from the crowd. Felus couldn’t pick out what they were really saying, but it was close enough to a yes.
His eye began to itch. He rubbed it with the back of his paw and tried to ignore it.
“So you say that this, this Cultivator, stores cats in military-grade weaponry!” Felus almost smiled. He knew just the person.
“I know what we will do next! We will begin our quest to destroy all of the weapons in this warehouse, freeing the cats within! And I know where we will start!”
Felus launched his paw out sideways and turned to find it pointing at Axys.
“You!” shouted Felus, voice booming across the warehouse. “Have you seen a certain shark-faced fellow around?”
The gaggle of cats was undoubtedly confused. No matter, he would soon reveal a great surprise to them!
<font color="#336600">“So what if I have?” Felus could barely hear Axys from across the warehouse.
“He is refusing to surrender information!” Felus rubbed both eyes with his paws. They were really beginning to annoy him. “Arrest him!”
The crowd cheered and a ragtag swarm of cats leapt on Axys, who batted them away effortlessly.
“Yes!” said Felus. “Attack!” His face was a picture of mad delight. He rubbed his eyes vigorously.
Cats of all sizes piled upon Axys, who threw them off with his tail hand and not quite successfully tried to stab them with his arms. Felus’s vision was blurry and he began to see red. He tried to keep his vision on Axys, but his eyes began to slide and he was dizzy. Then his entire vision went pure red and he felt sure that his eyes were on fire. He screamed and put his paws over his eyes, then quickly withdrew them because of the heat.
Quickly, it was over and Felus’s vision was back to normal. But the scene in front of him was completely different. A smoking hole in the floor gaped in the center of his vision and Axys was dancing on top of a flaming pyramid of crates, every passage out blocked by masses of cats.
“Alright!” Axys was saying. He was pointing somewhere. “He’s under that pile of balls!”
Suddenly Felus burst out laughing. He stopped levitating and rolled on the floor laughing. Because it was heat vision! He’d forgotten he was superman! He never thought a human animated television show could carry so much power. Ahaha! He’d have to get that under control.
“Very well!” said Felus, leaping tall stacks of boxes in single bounds. The crowd cheered and pulled Guillemet along, though to be sure they had no idea what they were following him to. Axys would be able to get off the box without the cats there and Felus hoped his show of power would be enough to deter him from pursuit. They soon located the mountain of rubber balls. Felus swept some rubber balls off of Ironjaw’s face and began to talk to him with a ridiculously smug look on his face.
“Remember me?” he said.
Ironjaw growled and snapped at Felus’s paw. Felus only narrowly avoided him.
“Anyway I’m here to tell you that you must surrender your weapon.”
[color=#P1914]Ironjaw grinned, a rather unpleasant sight. “Which one?”[/color]
“Your gun, if you will.”
[color=#P1914]“I’m not going to give you the gun just so you can kill me with it and laugh at my idiocy.”[/color]
Felus tapped Ironjaw’s forehead with one claw. “Listen up,” he said. “I could kill you right now, one slash across the throat. Why would I want your weapon just to kill you with it?”
[color=#P1914]“Then why not just kill me and take it?”[/color]
Felus knew that Ironjaw was probably lying on top of the gun and he was probably very heavy. He’d need some way to coax him into giving it up. This served a dual purpose, in fact, not only to start off the quest and build morale, but to render Ironjaw less dangerous. Clever, Felus, very clever.
A kitten crawled forward slowly. Felus recognized it as the one from the original liberation. “Sire,” he said. “Heroes save. They do not kill.”
“YOU DARE –!”
The kitten cringed and fell back into the mass.
“No, no, you’re right. Come back here.” The kitten came back. “What’s your name, little one?”
“I don’t have one. None of us do.”
“Hmph. Then you will need a name. A proper warrior’s name. You are now… Slicestripe!”
The kitten smiled and Felus smiled back, but inside he was feeling woe. So! He couldn’t kill anyone. A geas of sorts, held together by the power of his followers’ belief. He knew all about those, he was a god after all. What good were powers if you couldn’t kill anyone on fear of losing them?
He looked back at Ironjaw, who was smiling.
[color=#P1914]“So you can’t kill anyone, can you.”[/color]
Felus was distressed but he decided to make the best of the situation. “That also means I won’t kill you if you surrender your weapon.”
[color=#P1914]“It also means you won’t kill me if I decide to get up and walk out of here.”[/color]
Felus smirked, looking at the mountain of rubber balls. “Good luck with that.”
Guillemet was screaming something but her voice was muffled by the wall of fur.
“I help you get up and you give me your weapon and leave without further incident. What do you say?”
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