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Post by event on Sept 18, 2006 12:18:34 GMT -5
Michael luaghed a little with Fuzzy in his pack. He looked about the cape. He talked into the Device again. " Get me hooked with coren...tell him i need a stream line... I will give my Coordinates in three minutes...I need time to look it up..." he said turning the device off. He sifted through the pack , looked for a square like object, pulling it out, it revealed a map of the area. "Hmmm... 10021 z , 9011 y ...Sending Coordinates..." He said slowly reading the technology, usually it took about five minutes for a stream line to activate...then half a second to send him where he was going.
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Post by The Night's Spirit on Oct 13, 2006 1:00:48 GMT -5
Slowly, out of the back of the sack. Two furry paws with sharp claws reached up and clutched around Michael's neck. Then slowly, Narr's head appeared out of the bag. "Hehehe...catsh out of thee bag." he grinned. "Nowz if you'dz be sho kind....to put meh down and shay ya neva found meh." he growled in a irratated voice.
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Post by event on Oct 13, 2006 7:31:54 GMT -5
Michael smiled, withdrew a six piece , pointed the barrel at Narr's hand. "Get ready for the ride...to your new home..." He said smiling , he was just ready to get rid of this annoying cat. All it did was slow him down. The green coast, the ocean of blue. It was all so beautiful to the eye.
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Post by The Night's Spirit on Oct 13, 2006 12:42:56 GMT -5
Narr slowly turned his head and sneered at the gun barrel in his face. He curled his lips and let out a angerful hiss. "Dam you." he snarled, really wanting to scratch Michael up or even bite him. His claws silently slunk back into their sheaths and he lowered himself down, disapearing within the back pack again. "I DON"T WANT ANOTHER HOME THIS IS MY HOME!"
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Post by event on Oct 14, 2006 14:13:11 GMT -5
Michael luaghed and nodded his head. "No...this used to be your home ! " Michael said. The stream line was approaching , you could see the clouds in the sky open up slowly, its was getting ready to shoot them into the great ocean of space. Michael stared at the moving shining ray of light starting to devolop within the sky. It shined down faster than a bat out of Hell.
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Post by The Night's Spirit on Oct 14, 2006 19:36:42 GMT -5
Narr just growled angerly from the backpack. His yellow eyes narrowed as the stream line came closer and closer. "FREEDOM!!" he suddenly shouted right as they entered the stream.
There was a amazing flash of light, and all of a sudden they were in a large office, a nice peaceful office. Out of no where, came a screaming voice 'EEEDOOOOM!" shouted the last remaining vowels of Narr's 'freedom' cry. His little kitty body shot out of the line and right into a trash bin, dust and old papers went flying everywhere! Coughing, Narr crawled out of the trash bin. "ACk!-Where the hell am I?!" he gasped.
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Post by event on Oct 17, 2006 19:27:33 GMT -5
Michael appeared next to Narr. "Hey Coren, look at this flea bag...!" he said to the boss of the DHA who was sorting through papers. Coren glared over in response at Narr. "Why the hell did you let the Cheap fuzz ball into my office..." he said glaring at Narr. Michael chuckled, "hes a new employee! He's going to be Teaching World Survival." Michael said cheerfully. Coren nodded in appraisel. "we have other matters to discuss though...its about a new student...I need Narr...to watch over him...His name Is Ace... " Coren said passing the file to Michael. Michael gave the file parchment to Narr. "You hear that!? were going to be work buddies... Your Best friends!" Michael said churping in luaghter. He went for a cup and got some Hot Cappachino out of a machine outside of calders office.
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Post by The Night's Spirit on Oct 20, 2006 0:03:28 GMT -5
"HEY!" shouted Narr, getting to his little paws and swiping the junk off himself. He growled, having enough of all this commanding. He hated being the polly-wog of the ship! The little gray- pirate dressed cat grew even more furious at the news Michael just gave him. In his little paws, he held the papers upon this boy named Ace. He threw the papers down and jumped on them with his little hind paws. "NOW WAIT A JUST A FRICKN SECOND!!" he shouted loudly, his little chest heaving heavily. "Why thee hell are yeh drag'n me'z from teh streets into a class room to teachez little deliquents!? AND!!!!" he paused for a moment to take in a breath of air, which was hard to do through his puffed out chest, "Why ME!!?" the little kitty's fur was frayed and his mouth began to foam in his fury of anger. His yellow cat eyes darted between Coren and Michael. "And yoooooou." he said in a low, growling tone, pointing at Coren. "don't eva title me cheap fuzz! I'm a prime pirate mind ya! ARRRRG!"
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Post by event on Oct 20, 2006 18:13:21 GMT -5
Coren threw a banana peal at the Cheap Fuzz. " Hey fuzzy...get the hell out of my office and get to your own...Were giving you a chance...be happy, your lucky. " Coren said getting back to his work. Michael stared at Narr for a moment. "alright Flea bag, Corens got some very important Mind sweep games to play on his computer ...we got to go find your room". He started to walk off, dragging narr along with him. "The reason we chose you Narr, is becuase your kind of like the man with the bag...you got what it takes...just take it like an honor." Michael said To him luaghing almost.
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Post by The Night's Spirit on Oct 23, 2006 19:20:43 GMT -5
Narr was fuming mad now, the veins in his little kitty eyes began to bulge and his fangs were horridly being barred out at Coren. Narr despised Coren from now on, including Michael. The littel grey-pirate dressed kitty extended his claws and clung to the door frame. "I'll show you mind sweeps! LET ME GO YOU PATHETIC HUMAN!!" growled the former cat-demon, he yowled his anger in cat speech. Finally he let go, and came flying back at Michael, and clung to his legs, digging in claws and fangs. He was a wild kitty!
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Post by event on Oct 24, 2006 13:31:03 GMT -5
Michael smacked narr's face with the back of his hand and picked him up by the nape of his kitty neck. He carried him to the lift slowly , throwing him into the pack... "Listen, Narr... This is an important job , you got it!? we HAVE to learn what ever we can from this kid... His Job career is going to be switched though...Coren said he will most likly pick a regular hunter...we are going to change it to a Cleaner after he submits the form tomarrow." Michael said aloud to Narr.
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Post by The Night's Spirit on Nov 5, 2006 20:15:30 GMT -5
Narr growled even more. He hated changes and being a little pet of the DHA. Being tossed back into the bag, he let out a defiant hiss. "Grrrrr! I'll only do it if i'sh get shomethin' outta it! If the kid is good enough to be a cleaner, then he shertainly shalll be able to dedect a shpy you idoit!" He poked his head out of the bag and wapped Michael in the back of his head with a paw. Luckily, cat's can't slap too hard because of their little, padded paws.
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Post by event on Nov 6, 2006 18:30:16 GMT -5
Michael took Narr by the nape of his neck and threw him into the Cappichino machine. He glared into Narr's eyes with the fury of a thousand angel's. " You fool...your gift is I will give you freedom to live! Are you forgetting somthing?...that maybe im... Michael...A Angel of Death!? " he said getting agitated as ever. Coren let out a lil exclamation... "hey...dont destroy my cappichino...I dont want Fur in my drinks..." he said getting annoyed by Narr.
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Post by The Night's Spirit on Nov 6, 2006 23:32:28 GMT -5
((you said Calder, it's suppose to be Michael silly! hehe))
Narr gulped as he was suddenly thrown into the cappichino machine. His yellow cat eyes got large as the fury of the angel spat at him the truth. "O-OKEE." sqeaked Narr, getting up and falling down upon his belly, feeling rather dizzy. "Meow." he let out a cute, little cat meow from his little compooted, tired body. "Fer how long?" he groaned.
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Post by event on Nov 7, 2006 15:39:15 GMT -5
Michael looked out at the cappicino machine... "As long as it take's the boy to get his basics done... maybe not even a year if your lucky. " he said looking at his drink kind of confused. "Narr...What is it like...being alive..." he asked the feline with a bit of questioning tone.
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