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| Orengee | Oct 30 2016, 04:58 PM Post #11 |
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The Last Tuffle
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The earthling leader of Final Heaven led Prince Orengee a great distance through the darkly clad military base. Countless troops stopped everything they were doing to salute Bel Zephyra silently only to return to their tasks and training regimens. None of them seemed to bat an eye of suspicious or question at her Tuffle guest. Orengee supposed it was either because of complete discipline for Bel Zephyra or that they have seen more unusual things during their time of enlistment. Finally reaching their destination, Bel Zephyra had brought Orengee to a large warehouse at the far end of Final Heaven. The Tuffle thought it was strange how this building looked differently from the rest of the base. It seemed void of guards and infantry; very quiet in comparison. The warehouse was adorned with a massive door. It looked more like a gigantic piece of iron than a proper door; terribly imposing as it was heavy. Bel grabbed the large door and began to pull with ease. The sound of the door dragging on the concrete ground screamed with every inch. Orengee knew that whatever was inside the facility was kept far away from the troops for a reason. Inside was a barren room filled with trash and debris. They continued to walk inside of the massive chamber. Hanging chains decorated the rusted ceiling. Orengee, with every passing moment, felt a creeping suspicious loom over him. None of this matched the clean and disciplined look of the rest of the base. It reminded the Tuffle of a dirty slaughtering room. Orengee began to question why Bel Zephyra had brought him there. Had she discovered what he had done in West City? Did she learn of his destruction of Capsule Corporation? Or had this Queen of Terror already knew of his "villainous" exploits in the name of justice? Bel escorted Orengee to the middle of the warehouse. A small shack stood quietly in the center. The Final Heaven queen knocked on the door and called out to someone inside; someone named "Emmie". Bel Zephyra opened the small door, leading to darkness inside. "After you," she said calmly. Orengee raised an eyebrow. Could this be the trap? Was he walking into possible danger? He had to dismiss the thought. If Bel wanted to destroy the Tuffle, she could have attempted to do so at any time. There would have been no need for the theatrics. He was a single individual inside the core of her hive. She would have only needed to snap her fingers once and her entire army would have done anything she desired, including turning the last Tuffle into Swiss cheese from a hail storm of bullets. The Tuffle prince took her invitation reluctantly and stepped inside to see what she had in store for him. __Orengee's Word Count______________________________________________ WC: 467 TWC: 4,401 Edited by Orengee, Nov 3 2016, 01:00 AM.
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| Bel Zephyra | Nov 2 2016, 10:27 PM Post #12 |
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Queen of Terror
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"Come on. Do not be shy. You will love Emmie. I promise," she reassured the Tuffle prince. The expression on his face and the hesitation in his body language gave away his distrust. He had reasons though that she understood. He was the last of his people. He had no real home. Similarly, she had no real connection to any beings on the planet Earth either. She hadn't understood the full truth behind her heritage. At the same time, she had no real reason to pursue the truth. She was happy with what she had. A pleasant, upbeat music hummed through the speakers of the elevator. She rested her hands behind her back after the doors shut. The elevator ride lasted two seconds as it descended quickly to the desired floor. Upon their arrival to the lower levels, the music stopped. The doors opened and when they did, an advanced laboratory with large computer monitors came into view. They had access to the lower level. "We are here," she said to the tuffle. Silently, she stepped out of the elevator. Her olive eyes gazed at the laboratory with tranquility. She had become accustomed to the advancements Final Heaven had although she knew nothing of technology. "Hello, Emmie it is me Bel!" She spoke loudly to get her friend's attention. A pink haired teenage girl wore a pair of magnifying goggles. She looked no older than twelve. In deep concentration, she stuck her tongue out as she attempted to connect an important element of her new creation to its rightful place. Before she had a chance to complete it, she heard a hello which caused her to yelp and drop the device she worked on. It splattered into several pieces. "Oyyy! I broke it! Now I gotta start over," she shook her head in disappointment. Then she turned to see that lady Bel arrived. A smile spread across the techno android's lips. " Bel, Bel! You're here! Who is that hmmm? The celestial warrior cringed. "Oops sorry," she laughed sheepishly. Then Emmie asked a question about Orengee. Kindly, the queen of terror responded. Emmie waved Bel's apology aside. "I-I'ts okay. I can rebuild it," she boasted her skills with a shy confidence. Bel replied calmly to Emmie's question after the initial greeting. "He is a new friend named Orengee. He is a prince," she introduced him. The pink android gulped at the news. Bel knew better than to bring strangers to the laboratory and male ones were worse. Fortunately, the General wouldn't return until the evening. "Nice to meet you Prince. My name is Emmie," she adjusted her goggles which slipped along the bridge of her nose. After she readjusted, she stuck her hand forward for the prince to shake. WC: 488 TWC: 3,416 Edited by Bel Zephyra, Nov 2 2016, 10:27 PM.
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| Orengee | Nov 3 2016, 01:08 AM Post #13 |
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(I am turning my portion of the thread in. I don't feel comfortable role playing with someone who insults me and use my battles as opportunities for their vendettas. I believe my time is better spent with players who don't abuse the battle system and try to seem morally better than others just because they are not a part of the Final Heaven family. Good day and good luck in your endeavors.) |
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