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Post by Candy Queen on May 4, 2007 5:55:01 GMT -5
If my computer gets wet it'll crash.
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Post by Davy Jones on May 4, 2007 6:48:46 GMT -5
"Say goodbye t' yer beloved board, Angels. My power is undisputed. I am the sea!"
The ground began to shake, a little at first and then with increasing violence. Angels and their Johnny's scrambled backwards as the water began to rise.
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Post by The Time Mistress on May 4, 2007 7:53:13 GMT -5
All the angels could feel the ground shaking,
What is this, not The Kraken again TM said to Gene. I think it is TM look there he screamed!
NOOOO not again, all the Angels screamed!
TM grabs Gene's hand were in this together she says.
And they could all see The Kraken coming again.
There we go!
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Post by Secret Pseudonym on May 4, 2007 10:58:49 GMT -5
"Okay! Seriously! Time out!" Psnoo screams as she throws down a yellow flag and holds her hands up in the universal "time out" signal. "Jones, you and me. It's time for a kumbaya. All of you - guard the gold fish bowl. And read the back pages if you don't know what I'm talking about."
"I think Psnoo's lost it," DonaM mutters to Arenas.
"She's mad," Fiend agrees as the two - angel and sea demon - walk a little ways away together.
"Mad like Jack." Everyone grins but Arenas.
"More like 'Mad like Sands'," she disagrees. "She did say 'kumbaya.'"
"Yeah, but that's more of a DB thing."
"Mad like DB...niiiice."
Psnoo, ignoring the tatters of conversation she can hear, turns and fixes her most stern glare on Jones. "What are you smoking? JA is so a drug-free zone."
"I am the sea. *pop*"
"....okay. That made no sense at all." -.- "You're not an Eva-bot, or whatever the smeeping things are called, are you? That'd make perfect sense." After a few moments of intensely painful thought - it is rather early in the morning for her after all - Psnoo shakes her head. "No, that'd only make sense if SS weren't turning into a sea beastie. Besides, I'm pretty sure Eva-bots don' conveniently shrink to bite-sized underwater action figures like your friend over there in the bowl."
"You're not making much sense yerself, lassie. Are ye sure you're not tired of life and the small joys it brings?" *puff puff*
"Uh, yeah. I've still got five weeks of spring term left before I can surrender my soul to anyone. But nice try. Here's the deal - "
"What makes you think I'm interested in making deals?"
"Because if you don't go along with this, I'm going to put your pet beastie through a hot-water treatment and then serve up some delicious kalamari. And I really hate to go after a man's pet. It's so...ruthless. But I did train under DB, and I am more than ready to get messy. Savvy?"
In answer, Jones whips out his sword. Psnoo has to move fast to block him with her trusty screwdriver. "How about I just kill you now?"
"That's not very sporting of you."
"Sporting?" *pop* "Sporting?" Jones relaxes. "What's this 'proposition of yorn?"
"Give me and my crew two days to track down whatever it is that it's going to take in order for us to get you out of here. We don't find it, then you get my soul and get to continue wreaking havoc through that lot back there." Psnoo jerks her head at her fellow angels. "Agreed?"
"I want your Johnny too."
"Wasn't that part obvious? Not even death or soul-stealing squid can seperate an angel from her Johnny." *coughCCcoughSScough* "Now, do we have a deal or not?"
"I'll accept your quaint terms. What's a few more days when I'll have all your souls in the end anyway?"
"You may be the sea, Jones. But this is the internet. Anything's possible." With those parting words, Psnoo walks back to her crew.
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Post by Davy Jones on May 4, 2007 11:18:53 GMT -5
Davy had to hand it to the Angel in the tattered robe, she might have been intensely annoying but she at least kept things interesting. He would have to keep a close eye on her.
*pop*
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Post by CIA Agente Arenas on May 4, 2007 14:14:08 GMT -5
Arenas was never one for just sitting idly in the background. Sure, she liked to allow things to happen as they were supposed to--after she'd nudged them around to her way of thinking--but Psnoo was having a kumbaya. That was serious business. She began sidling her way over, one small shuffle-step at a time until she was close to Psnoo and Jones than the rest of the angels. Not that she left them out of her sight for a moment.
"Two days blah blah my soul blahblah blah blah agreed?"
"Blah blah *pop* your Johnny *poppop* blah."
"Blah obvious blah blah squid blah Johnny blah blah. Deal, or no deal?"
Arenas couldn't help it. Her mind began wandering off to the world of nighttime television with 30 scantily-clad women and a strange man with a bald pate. They inevitably chose "No deal" on that show, didn't they? The players were pretty strange to begin with, and why--
"*pop* Blah accept. *poppop*"
"Wait, what?" All she caught was Psnoo returning with a determined stride, a steely look in her eyes. "What happened? He's gonna take your soul?"
Psnoo just glanced at Arenas with a perplexed look. "You didn't even listen in properly?"
"I erm...didn't have gear. Normally I would've planted a bug on you and listened that way but there wasn't exactly time--"
"Nevermind," Psnoo snorted. They'd rejoined the group of angels and Psnoo took charge, being the second senior angel of the group (Fiend being the unofficial leader and all). "Here's the deal, gang, we've got two days. Two days to remove Squidface from JA and get our fellow crew and Captain back, understand?"
Fiend raised her handed, waiting politely to be called upon. Psnoo nodded at her. "Can I still be the unofficial leader?"
"Probably not when CC gets back, no."
Fiend huffed, causing Piggy to squeak and headbutt her cheek with his fuzzy head in reassurance. The rest of the angels nodded grimly, having an inkling that it was probably going to be more difficult than Psnoo was letting on.
"But, we've already got a headstart. We've got a very big advantage. Chin up, gang, this is what we're gonna do..."
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Post by Davy Jones on May 4, 2007 14:47:36 GMT -5
The one with the badly spelt name and her strange collection of associates were working hard to come up with a plan but Davy was unconcerned. He may have agreed to call off the kraken for a few days but he was still claiming souls at a satisfying rate. His latest prize, the Dreaming One and her Crying Johnny, were standing on the deck of the Dutchman looking lost. Around them, miserable and despondent, were the other captured souls, feverishly going about his bidding. Davy did not give orders to the Teenage Dream though, he was quite keen on seeing what she would do if left alone.
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Post by Candy Queen on May 4, 2007 14:51:39 GMT -5
Roxie (AFD flashbacks, ya know?) Dream looks around. This place needed a good cleaning. "Hey Wade, be a doll and go fetch me some sponges, a few buckets, a mop, and some other various cleaning supplies. Please and thank you!" Dream set to work
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Post by Davy Jones on May 4, 2007 14:54:02 GMT -5
"I like this one!" *snort*
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Post by Candy Queen on May 4, 2007 14:57:12 GMT -5
What can I say... If told not to I like to clean. Also if I'm uber bored I'll clean too. Jones looks at the deck only to see it spotless- so clean that if he wanted to he could eat off of it.
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Post by Davy Jones on May 4, 2007 15:01:07 GMT -5
The other crew members looked nervously at each other, to be outshone in such a way by a new recruit did not bode well for them. Davy, however, did not care about them.
"Ye've done a fine job, missy. Yer a right rare find. I might even find myself disposed t' play a little organ music fer ye if ye keep up the good work."
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Post by Candy Queen on May 4, 2007 15:02:44 GMT -5
Dream beamed. She loves pleasing people. Oh it's not like she's a people pleaser, she just hates disappointing people. "To quote Casablanca: Louis Davy, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." Dream joked and flashed Davy one of her rarest grins. Then she turned around and climbed to the crow's nest to scrub it.
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Post by The Horseman Huntress on May 4, 2007 16:05:32 GMT -5
HH and Ichabod run in at lightning speed and out of breath but ready for any task given to them.. by any ANGEL, of course.
"Wow so much has happened while I was gone at school! Whatever you need for me to do, I'm ready!", HH said anxiously.
"..umm.. Me too.. I think..", Ichabod said nervously "what is it that we're going to do?"
"Don't worry Ichabod. I'm sure we'll be fine! Okay, ladies what do we do?", HH said.
HH and Ichy stood firm in ready, fighting position.
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Post by The Symbolic Sacrifice on May 4, 2007 16:14:21 GMT -5
as the gloom of dusk finally creeps over The Dutchman Raphael silently climbs aboard listening intently to any pause in the haunting organ music.
He finds SS, CC, Jay, Dream and all the Johnnys swabbing the deck, raucous laughter can be heard below with a lively game of Liars Dice in motion.
'Psnoo has made a deal with Jones for 2 days leeway, no Kraken for the JA board...yet!' Raphael whispers to the huddled detainees.
'I'm going back to help the other Angels, stay tough and together and we'll have the board back under our control soon, I'll try and get Gabe to help.' Raphael gives SS a hug and does a swan dive from the deck.
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Post by The Caribbean Crusader on May 4, 2007 19:16:23 GMT -5
"Pssst. SS!" CC whispered under her breath to her swabbing companion. "Over here..." CC ducked behind the mainmast and signalled SS to follow.
"I have a feeling Jack must be around here somewhere. Help me find him? Surely he's got a idea or two on how to free ourselves. Meet me after the rest of the crew's asleep."
SS winked and they resumed their duties...
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