Noijam had never been abducted before, but he decided that it was different than how he would have done it.
His captors (apparently they had no name, or no-one planned to tell him it until they actually got to the dungeon or wherever he was going).
Noijam looked at their uniforms. They bared the mark of some state called Oxvelt. He guessed it was one of those experimental states that Nimea had to conquer after they got those silly ideas, such as liberty and independece from the Motherland. They were always like that.
In any case, even if it wasn't how he'd abduct someone, it was rather pleasant (as far as abductions go). He had been given a luxury seat in a limo, granted the windows were barred. There was a hot-tub, and a yFruz with good enough loud music (though he couldn't use it as a weapon. There wasn't nearly enough bass), and he'd found one or two chocolates in the fridge.
Eventually, the limo stopped. He obliged and was taken out peaceably (there was no point in struggling, they had more manpower, and obviously firepower), and as such, escaped being drugged. He knew how these things worked, and it was perfectly sensible to listen to your captor so long as it didn't involve burning villages, or preforming dirty jobs for your captor.
He was presently being loaded onto an airplane (appropriately barred and gaurded), when he noticed that the side of the plane (it was suprising there was a plane in the first place, but Noijam wasn't exactly 'on his game' at the moment) was written on in Olde Anglish script, Prevetor Airlinears, and the same Oxvelt seal that was on the uniforms of his captors.
He had heard of Oxvelt at some point when he had listened in on his father's court.
They were that place with the dictator...?
No, he'd have to be more specific. Technically, every tribe of Nimea had a dictator, and his father was one of them.
They were that evil dictatorship?
No, they seemed perfectly hospitable, and hadn't done anything completely malfectant to him as of yet. If anything, this was like his last three sleepovers, except he was the one being abducted.
Of course, his father gave word to all the counts and masters of his realm that, say, if their children had gone missing for a few days, they were at a sleepover, and if they weren't, well, the dogs of war would be released and no peasant would be left unturned.
So, what to do? The gaurds had told him the destination was about five hours away (they weren't nearly advanced enough to know that zepplins and Plumed Verandas were faster).
He took out his little prayer drum on-a-stick that his grandmother had given him for Christmas, and chanted a bit, thanking Providence that inasmuch as his situation allowed, he was rather happy (and nonetheless was not dead), with his captors and his treatment.
Noijam asked for some paper, and, having received it, wrote in cursive the Iachaen word for 'watchful gaurd', and gave it to the most amiable one whose nametag stated, 'Chet'. Chet took it and folded it into his pocket, but indicated with his head that, yes, his chair may be a better place to be because, yes, this was a kidnapping.
Noijam did his own name in Iachaen, then his friends/handservants Ia and Foyt, then his father's (which was especially hard because it was full of consonants and Iachaen was a phonetic language).
He tried some pictures using the cursive words, and was happy how they turned out, but then was told that they were approaching the destination. He was blindfolded (he only tensed up a bit), and led out the door by who he identified as Chet.
At some point he was inside, and unblindfolded. He could tell it was a posh room, but outfitted for security (no access panels, the vents were miniscule, and there were no windows), but he sat down anyway.
Noijam became aware of a tiny letter being slipped through a hatch that only opened one way.
It said, ANY QUESTIONS?.
Noijam did indeed have a few questions. But none of them was as pressing as to, why?
He wrote, Why?.
And in the infuriating way that all adults seemed to master, even if they weren't speaking, the second slip replied, WHY NOT?.
His captors (apparently they had no name, or no-one planned to tell him it until they actually got to the dungeon or wherever he was going).
Noijam looked at their uniforms. They bared the mark of some state called Oxvelt. He guessed it was one of those experimental states that Nimea had to conquer after they got those silly ideas, such as liberty and independece from the Motherland. They were always like that.
In any case, even if it wasn't how he'd abduct someone, it was rather pleasant (as far as abductions go). He had been given a luxury seat in a limo, granted the windows were barred. There was a hot-tub, and a yFruz with good enough loud music (though he couldn't use it as a weapon. There wasn't nearly enough bass), and he'd found one or two chocolates in the fridge.
Eventually, the limo stopped. He obliged and was taken out peaceably (there was no point in struggling, they had more manpower, and obviously firepower), and as such, escaped being drugged. He knew how these things worked, and it was perfectly sensible to listen to your captor so long as it didn't involve burning villages, or preforming dirty jobs for your captor.
He was presently being loaded onto an airplane (appropriately barred and gaurded), when he noticed that the side of the plane (it was suprising there was a plane in the first place, but Noijam wasn't exactly 'on his game' at the moment) was written on in Olde Anglish script, Prevetor Airlinears, and the same Oxvelt seal that was on the uniforms of his captors.
He had heard of Oxvelt at some point when he had listened in on his father's court.
They were that place with the dictator...?
No, he'd have to be more specific. Technically, every tribe of Nimea had a dictator, and his father was one of them.
They were that evil dictatorship?
No, they seemed perfectly hospitable, and hadn't done anything completely malfectant to him as of yet. If anything, this was like his last three sleepovers, except he was the one being abducted.
Of course, his father gave word to all the counts and masters of his realm that, say, if their children had gone missing for a few days, they were at a sleepover, and if they weren't, well, the dogs of war would be released and no peasant would be left unturned.
So, what to do? The gaurds had told him the destination was about five hours away (they weren't nearly advanced enough to know that zepplins and Plumed Verandas were faster).
He took out his little prayer drum on-a-stick that his grandmother had given him for Christmas, and chanted a bit, thanking Providence that inasmuch as his situation allowed, he was rather happy (and nonetheless was not dead), with his captors and his treatment.
Noijam asked for some paper, and, having received it, wrote in cursive the Iachaen word for 'watchful gaurd', and gave it to the most amiable one whose nametag stated, 'Chet'. Chet took it and folded it into his pocket, but indicated with his head that, yes, his chair may be a better place to be because, yes, this was a kidnapping.
Noijam did his own name in Iachaen, then his friends/handservants Ia and Foyt, then his father's (which was especially hard because it was full of consonants and Iachaen was a phonetic language).
He tried some pictures using the cursive words, and was happy how they turned out, but then was told that they were approaching the destination. He was blindfolded (he only tensed up a bit), and led out the door by who he identified as Chet.
At some point he was inside, and unblindfolded. He could tell it was a posh room, but outfitted for security (no access panels, the vents were miniscule, and there were no windows), but he sat down anyway.
Noijam became aware of a tiny letter being slipped through a hatch that only opened one way.
It said, ANY QUESTIONS?.
Noijam did indeed have a few questions. But none of them was as pressing as to, why?
He wrote, Why?.
And in the infuriating way that all adults seemed to master, even if they weren't speaking, the second slip replied, WHY NOT?.
I was born.
I loved Mommy.
Mommy didn't love me.
She let mean people take me away.
Bad Mommy.
I hate the mean people.
They tried to take my horns.
They tried to take my tail.
It hurt.
They made me mad.
I grabbed a sharp thingie.
Mean people fell asleep.
Red paint spilt all over.
I went back home.
I saw Mommy.
I was happy.
I hugged her.
Mommy screamed and pushed me.
Bad Mommy.
She waved an umbrella at me.
Mommy was being a bully.
Mommy needed to fall asleep too.
I found another sharp thingie.
I threw it.
Sharp thingie landed in Mommy's eye.
Mommy fell asleep.
Good bye Mommy.
I loved Mommy.
Mommy didn't love me.
She let mean people take me away.
Bad Mommy.
I hate the mean people.
They tried to take my horns.
They tried to take my tail.
It hurt.
They made me mad.
I grabbed a sharp thingie.
Mean people fell asleep.
Red paint spilt all over.
I went back home.
I saw Mommy.
I was happy.
I hugged her.
Mommy screamed and pushed me.
Bad Mommy.
She waved an umbrella at me.
Mommy was being a bully.
Mommy needed to fall asleep too.
I found another sharp thingie.
I threw it.
Sharp thingie landed in Mommy's eye.
Mommy fell asleep.
Good bye Mommy.
DRAMA! IT NEEDS TO STOP!
Listen this club is mean't for its members to have fun interacting with one another's fan characters. when i joined i wanted to escape the drama of life to feel happy in this corrupted wourld we all live in. when i left for a couple of months i left hoping that everything to stay the same, but when i got back everyone left and the everyday drama of life seeped into the club. I didn't think i would have to rant about drama in a Sonic Club but it seems that i have to and i think that the club's creator would not be happy about the drama to. So please stop the drama not later but NOW!
Listen this club is mean't for its members to have fun interacting with one another's fan characters. when i joined i wanted to escape the drama of life to feel happy in this corrupted wourld we all live in. when i left for a couple of months i left hoping that everything to stay the same, but when i got back everyone left and the everyday drama of life seeped into the club. I didn't think i would have to rant about drama in a Sonic Club but it seems that i have to and i think that the club's creator would not be happy about the drama to. So please stop the drama not later but NOW!
i made blood a little weaker by removing some of his powers
the powers i left:
1.) Electricity
2.)Telekinisis
3.)mind control
4.) Berzerk form
Blood will remain a vampire that can be in the sunlight. and no he doesn't sparkle he just can't use his "vampire skills" in sunlight.
but i added more weaknesses to Blood.
1.) Blood has a weakspot in his chest which a well placed strike can smash his ribs
2.) since Blood is a Vampire, if his jaw is broken he can't feed and he will die
3.)when Blood uses Mind control he is left vulnerable.
4.)all though Blood can use electricity Blood is weak to electric attacks against him.
5.)When Blood's Berzerk form wears off he can't use ANY powers for a while so he is left open to any attack.
the powers i left:
1.) Electricity
2.)Telekinisis
3.)mind control
4.) Berzerk form
Blood will remain a vampire that can be in the sunlight. and no he doesn't sparkle he just can't use his "vampire skills" in sunlight.
but i added more weaknesses to Blood.
1.) Blood has a weakspot in his chest which a well placed strike can smash his ribs
2.) since Blood is a Vampire, if his jaw is broken he can't feed and he will die
3.)when Blood uses Mind control he is left vulnerable.
4.)all though Blood can use electricity Blood is weak to electric attacks against him.
5.)When Blood's Berzerk form wears off he can't use ANY powers for a while so he is left open to any attack.
I wrote the title thingy in Japanese because...I wanted to XD
Anyways...
I won't be on Fanpop for quite a while, sadly. I've been very busy lately and I don't have the time for it. Nor do I have the time for Shock's club...much. I've been busy helping my family with moving and soon, I'll be in a new home. And as of tomorrow, I won't have ANY time for this sight. I have to stay busy in order to get things moved to the new house. I'll try to be on sometimes but...don't expect me to have much time to talk or RP. I wont, sorry...
So tonight is the last u will hear from me for a while.
Later, dudes!
Anyways...
I won't be on Fanpop for quite a while, sadly. I've been very busy lately and I don't have the time for it. Nor do I have the time for Shock's club...much. I've been busy helping my family with moving and soon, I'll be in a new home. And as of tomorrow, I won't have ANY time for this sight. I have to stay busy in order to get things moved to the new house. I'll try to be on sometimes but...don't expect me to have much time to talk or RP. I wont, sorry...
So tonight is the last u will hear from me for a while.
Later, dudes!
somewhere at sea...
-Bronko:...Ugh...*Fading in and out*...ugh...*Crab pinches him in the balls*AAAAAAH!!!*kicks crab*Where am I?
Bronko notices he is at sea,hes sitting on the wrecked bus,everybody appeared to be dead.including marty...
-Bronko:Whoa....thats not good....what do I do?I can't swim...
-???:AHOY THERE SHEMALE!
-Bronko:Wtf?
-???:I AM CAPTAIN FBOMB,HE WITH NO TESTICLES!
-Bronko:I have balls.
-Captain Fbomb:Sure you do you f***ing lassy.
-Bronko:WHOA!I can see why they call you captain Fbomb
-Captain Fbomb:You got that f***ing right.
-Bronko:Ok,ok.censor!We may have some younger viewers.(Yeah,he just broke the fourth wall)
So shortly captain Fbomb decided to allow bronko to board his vessel,Unaware of what dangers are going to follow
To be continued.
-Bronko:...Ugh...*Fading in and out*...ugh...*Crab pinches him in the balls*AAAAAAH!!!*kicks crab*Where am I?
Bronko notices he is at sea,hes sitting on the wrecked bus,everybody appeared to be dead.including marty...
-Bronko:Whoa....thats not good....what do I do?I can't swim...
-???:AHOY THERE SHEMALE!
-Bronko:Wtf?
-???:I AM CAPTAIN FBOMB,HE WITH NO TESTICLES!
-Bronko:I have balls.
-Captain Fbomb:Sure you do you f***ing lassy.
-Bronko:WHOA!I can see why they call you captain Fbomb
-Captain Fbomb:You got that f***ing right.
-Bronko:Ok,ok.censor!We may have some younger viewers.(Yeah,he just broke the fourth wall)
So shortly captain Fbomb decided to allow bronko to board his vessel,Unaware of what dangers are going to follow
To be continued.