One-Shots: The Insanity of Mirifer and Pancho

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One-Shots: The Insanity of Mirifer and Pancho; Tales born from boredom and random motivaion
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Lady Miracle	Jul 26 2011, 07:03 PM Post #1
[insert something cheerful here] Posts: 8,037 Group: Former Monarchs Member #9,289 Joined: August 20, 2008	This topic here is for the posting of my future one-shots, all of which involve the well-known Mirifer and Pancho... well, they're well-known if you frequent the Shack or read my blog regularly... 1st One-Shot: How Did We Even Get Here? 2nd One-Shot: Of Love and Other Angels 3rd One-Shot: Sawnik Blastin' Heer and Thar 4th One-Shot: The Girl, the Boy and the Gargoyle Edited by Miracle, Aug 4 2011, 02:23 PM.
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Lady Miracle	Jul 27 2011, 08:33 AM Post #2
[insert something cheerful here] Posts: 8,037 Group: Former Monarchs Member #9,289 Joined: August 20, 2008	=How Did We Even Get Here?= A young brunette ran across the beach carrying a load of sticks. There was this inexplicable joy written all over her face, which just seemed to fuel her as she ran on the scorching sand with a skip in her pace. She stopped on a small fresh spot, shaded by some palm trees, ones that were very much like the hundreds --maybe thousands-- of palm trees all over the small island. Without wasting another second, the girl threw the sticks on the floor and tied her hair into a ponytail with some string she pulled from her ripped shirt, then started separating the sticks based on their side. Not very far from where she was, a Caucasian young man washed ashore. There were several cuts all over his body, all of which had turned white because of the salty seawater that continuously washed the blood off. The waves that came continuously crashed into him, covering his body with kelp and wet sand. After a good long while, the young girl finished organizing the sticks all around the shaded area. With a sigh, she slowly walked towards the sea, where she noticed a bright lump in the distance. "What could that be?" she wondered as shielded her brown eyes from the scorching sun. She slowly began walking towards it, this time wincing with each step she took. As she finally arrived at the spot, she found the young man lying there. The girl scratched her head and turned him over. After finally getting a good look at his face she groaned and pouted. "Oh come on! Him?!" she yelled. "Oh Irony, thou art so very, very cruel! Must you hate me so, Irony?! I mean, Fate likes me enough, and Luck often sides with me, but you, Irony, you just seem to revel in my misery!" "Wait..." she soon added, "what if he's dead? If he is, this could just be Irony's way of apologizing to me!" "Who's apologizing... for what... again?" the young man asked as he squinted his aching eyes. "Curse you, Irony!" the girl yelled to the skies as her companion struggled to sit up. "Mirifer?" he mumbled as he rubbed his eyes. He blinked several times before he could make out the silhouette of the girl before him. With piercing eyes and a huge frown on her dark-colored face, it was difficult for him to not be able to recognize her. "Miri, where are we?" Mirifer sighed and walked away. "Beats me!" "Beats...?" he repeated groggily before noticing where he was: sitting in the middle of a beach. "W-wha...?!" He jumped to his feet and looked all around. "What is this place? How did we get here? What were we doing before getting here? What the heck happened to us?" The guy took a good look at himself. His clothes were white and torn to shreds for the most part, similar to Mirifer's clothes, which were all black in contrast. He had a pair of gray tap shoes on, and there was a black piece of cloth around his neck. At first, he wondered if the cloth had been from Mirifer's clothes. Maybe she had tried to strangle him in an attempt to kill him; she had been known to do things like that. But as he felt around his neck, he realized his neck was actually fine. It was probably the only part of his body that was intact and OK. "Maybe there's some sort of station or something around here..." he wondered as he began walking along the shore, leaving Mirifer behind. "I mean, we must have got here somehow... In fact, I'm sure this is another of Mirifer's pranks. It's just so like her to do this sort of strange stuff." The young man continued to complain to himself as he walked along the water, taking only furtive glances at the deep foliage covering the middle of the island. "I mean, I try to be her friend, and she tries to feed me to Blackie; I try to compliment her, and she threatens to kill me; I do nothing, and she beats me up for ignoring her," he kept mumbling on and on. The hours passed and the boy continued his monologue as he walked, no matter hos painfully dry his throat had become. He suddenly some sort of hut several yards away from him, there within some palm trees. "Finally!" he cheered as he ran towards the small hut. "Help! I'm lost!" "That's not my problem!" a familiar voice responded as he drew close to the little 'building.' Confused, he walked towards a small window in it, and inside was Mirifer, resting in a hammock, messily eating from a coconut shell. "Mirifer? I thought you were still back there; how did you get ahead of me without me noticing?" "I didn't," she said with a smug grin in her face. "I haven't moved away from my special spot ever since you vanished off; and why would I? This place is nice when you're not around." "Wait..." the boy suddenly interrupted, "if you didn't move then... Did I just walk around the island?!" "Seems like it," she answered. "But then... then that means we're stranded! There's no one else here other than you and me!" "Trust me, if you were capable of being here without actually being here, you would have seen how much nicer this place was without you," she said. "But you know. Irony hates my guts." "You two aren't the only ones," the young man said with a sigh as he hung over the window, tired from the walking. "I hate your guts as much as Irony does, and I hate Irony as much as you do; but I suppose that's the reason why we're stranded together." "Yeah, I don't like that word," the rude miss replied. "Now beat it, I'm trying to finish my reward." "Reward?" he asked annoyed. "I figured that since this island is uninhabited, at least, beside us, I could conquer it, start a kingdom of my own and be supreme ruler of my own domain, as I was meant to be," Mirifer explained, enjoying the gentle sway of her hammock and the taste of her coconut. "My idea was so brilliant, I figured I deserved a little reward before actually getting to work with my kingdom." "Well, while you're busy with that I suppose I should get something done for myself, seeing as we'll be stuck here for a while," he said. A sudden smile drew on his lips as he jumped to his feet and looked up at the clear sky. "I was thinking of making a little Casa de Pancho," the young man said as he motioned his hands at the mention of the last three words. "Oh no, you don't!" Mirifer announced angrily as she jumped off the hammock, dropped the coconut and opened the door to the hut. "Here in the Tropical Haven, your word is law and mine is crime," she said as she mimicked his hand motion. "I dream of a world of glorious anarchy, where I make things happen the way I want them and when I want them. Anything stated by anyone else is a rule or statement waiting to be crushed by the hands of this here chaotic agent." "... How is it that we've gotten to the point where I actually saw that coming and chose to ignore it nonetheless?" Pancho asked as he looked at her in disbelief. "You'd think that I'd know by now that predicting you is an unfathomable gift to be hailed, not a silly premonition to shrug away..." "That's because you're Pancho," she answered as she pushed him down. "You were born to be foolish." "OK, since I know you won't let me have my own piece of the island, I'll just let you decide what I should do," the man decided as he picked himself up and started brushing the sand off him, to no avail. "You can be my slave or prisoner or something," she said with a dismissive wave of hand. "You know, at the very least, you could let me have something that resembles a life in the least, like being a servant," the young man demanded, a little infuriated. "Nah, not enough suffering for you," Mirifer answered as she went back into the hut and threw herself on the hammock. Pancho walked over to the door and crossed his arms. He remained quiet for a few seconds before lighting up like a Christmas tree. "This is a pretty pathetic throne room, your highness," the boy said. "I would have expected something more from a woman with vision." "For your information, this is my relaxation hut," the queenly gal replied as she stretched her arms lazily. "In the morning, I shall head out to the rocky hill in the middle of the island, where I shall construct my wonderful domicile!" She suddenly sat up with a gasp and delighted in his baffled expression, "Or should I say, we shall head out to the rocky hill where you will construct my wonderful domicile?" Pancho sighed loudly, almost uncharacteristically. He brushed some of his odd, crimson-colored hair back and then looked at her. "I was afraid you'd make me do your dirty work," he said. "At least, I get a good sleep before you make me do this..." "I think not," she sang amused. "Boy, your talking is actually giving me some great ideas; it's marvelous. I mean, to think that someone could come up with such brilliance by paying attention to your incessant buzzing-" "OK, Queen Ego, will you get to the point?" "I'll be spending part of the night thinking on how I can punish you for that come back," she retaliated, then cleared her throat. "Anyway, I plan on actually getting to sleep in my palace tomorrow night, so maybe you should get a head start; go to the heart of the island and inspect the hill , so that tomorrow you will already know it well enough to have an idea on how to start working." "Wow, that is brilliant," the exhausted man replied sarcastically. "Anyway, I'll get on it." As he stepped out of the hut, he looked into the horizon an estimated he had a couple of hours before sunset. He hurried deep into the island, stepping on odd-smelling mud, putting up with foul smells, avoiding coconuts that continuously seemed to try to fall on his head, getting tangled up in vines that came from heaven knows where, considering he had never seen vines on palm trees with vines. After a while, he finally caught sight of the hill. He approached it and looked at it in awe. "So let's get a good feel at you..." he whispered to himself as he began climbing up the natural monument. By the time sunset came around, he was at the top of the hill, where he had started a fire. He sighed and rubbed his aching back. "This better work..." he said with a groan. The next morning, Mirifer woke up in her hut, the dawn's light having sneaked through the window and shone on her face. She smacked her lips, which were dry from sleeping in such a sandy place. She put on her 'shirt' and 'skirt' before walking out. Her eyes scoped her surroundings, and by the time she finally woke her senses up, she noticed Pancho was nowhere in sight. "Where the heck did he wander off to now?" she mumbled. After a while of silence, she frowned and started yelling again. "Oh come on, just as I find a way for his presence to be useful, you take him away from me?!" She fumbled and kicked the sand angrily with each step. "You could have at least left his body somewhere I could find it; I'm going to need to eat something other than coconuts, you know!" The noisy, grumpy girl kept arguing as she made her way to the rocky hill. She kept shouting several profanities at Irony on her way there. "And another thing!" she yelled as she arrived, but soon her eyes widened in shock. Atop the hill stood a very interesting frame that took up a whole lot of space. Pancho suddenly shows his face from inside the frame and waves his hand. "I hoped that if I got a head start at building your palace, you'd give me a better position in your kingdom, Your Majesty!" he exclaimed enthusiastically. The brunette stared at him dumbfounded and carefully made her way up the hill, without uttering a single word or showing a particularly distinctive facial expression other than the one she was wearing. She reached the top where she witnessed Pancho working hard on building her castle. "What are you up to, Panchito?" she asked with an innocent, curious tone. "I already told you, my lady," he sung cheerfully. "I am working hard to appeal to your better judgment!" "You and I both know there's no way that could possibly work out for you," she said, keeping her tone the same. "I'm a cruel, heartless bitch; this only benefits me." "Oh you're not that bad," Pancho laughed, then coughed, then laughed anew. "Sorry, I'm a bit parched." "More like dehydrated," Mirifer said, her face suddenly twisting in a devious smile. "But hey, if you're going to do my bidding without complaining, that's all right. While I love seeing you suffer, you being in a good mood minimizes the chances of you taking witty cracks at me." "I assume that's the only thing you hate about me when I'm unhappy?" he asked, imitating her innocent tone to some extent. "Yes. Yes, it is." "All righty then," he replied as he continued working on the palace. "As much as I hate to admit it, though, I like what you're doing here," Mirifer then said. "This is very similar to my idea of what my palace should be like." "Maybe I know my queen better than she thought I did?" he mused. "Yeah, well don't let it get to your head," she added as she took a closer look at his work. "If I don't like something, I'll destroy it with your face then make you do it the way I want it to be." "Understood." The hours of this day went by much faster than those of the day before. Sunset was nearing, and the place was only half done. "I'm sorry, my lady," Pancho then said to Mirifer with a pant, "but I doubt I will be able to finish up in time for you to sleep here." Mirifer sighed then stood from the hammock she had set up near the hill. It was almost impressive how fast and well she could weave a hammock out of palm tree leaves. "I suppose I do want to sleep here tonight," the girl thought out loud, "and unfortunately, threatening to kill you won't speed things up..." She placed her hand on her chin and carefully pondered then snapped her fingers. "I'll just sleep in my hut until you're finished and won't give you food or water of any kind so you can invest more time into this!" "I still won't finish before the day's over," the work slave said with a slightly raised hand. "Eh... I suppose I could be less of a bitch by letting you take your sweet time building it, so long as it doesn't take all week," the girl answered as she packed up her hammock. "Thank you, my lady!" the young man called. Mirifer simply waved her hand in an uncaring manner before heading off. Several weeks went by before the soon-to-be queen returned to the hill to check on her 'worker,' and found him to be just about finished with the palace. "Wow, admittedly, that was faster than I anticipated," she said with a smile, but soon after frowned and glared at him, "but not as fast as I would have liked it." "Apologies, Your Highness," Pancho answered as he put the finishing touches of the palace. "There it is." The abusive gal made her way in, followed by her dehydrated, possibly hallucinating partner. He enthusiastically ran ahead of her and started pointing at all sorts of rooms. "That there is the foyer, and here's the lobby, and that's the bathroom, and wait until you see what lies on the top floor." "Can't wait," she replied as she walked calmly, following his lead up the stairs. "Here," he continues, "is the royal room, and over here..." They both hurry over to the other side of the second floor. "Is the dungeon." Mirifer stepped inside to inspect the premise. "Fairly impre-" she was soon cut off by the sound of a loud slam. Looking back, she found herself locked up in the dungeon. "Ha!" Pancho yelled, almost ecstatic. "I got you! No amount of dehydration or hallucination would ever get me to be your lackey!" "You'll pay for this, you insolent fool!" "We'll see about that!" he answered cockily, before walking away woozily. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need some coconut therapy to keep these rabid unicorns away..." Over at the dining room, Pancho had just finished his coconut when an explosion occurs. He turns to the doorway in a fright, but is soon washed by anger as Mirifer stands there. "As if I didn't expect this to be a trick!" she yelled. "I know you too well; I knew this was a trick all along!" "Well, guess what!" Pancho spoke. "I knew that you knew I was tricking you!" "And I knew that you knew that I knew it was a trick all along!" "Well I knew that you knew that I knew that you knew this was a trick!" he retaliated. "I know everything about you! You may surprise others, but not me!" "That doesn't change the fact that you're more predictable than I am," she answered furiously. "I even knew you would say that!" "Well, I knew that you knew I would say that! I can predict anything you plan on doing!" "Not as well as I can predict you! In fact, I knew just how you were planning on tricking me!" "Yeah, well I knew that you would come here into this room to tell me that!" he yelled. "I know everything there is to know about you and everything that will go on in your life; you can't possibly beat me!" "Guess again, because I can predict you way better than you can predict me, and I'll always be one step ahead of your step ahead!" "That doesn't make any sense! And I knew it wouldn't!" "Not as much as I knew that you were going to say exactly that!" They continuously bickered about how they were supposed ahead of each other, while sharing profanities with each other. "You should know that I know more about what you will do than even Fate itself!" yelled Mirifer. "And you should know that I know more than you and Fate combined!" Pancho exclaimed. "And it's true, because I actually did foresee this entire confrontation!" "So did I!" the angry girl yelled to the top of her lungs. Suddenly, the middle of the floor where they stood ripped open, into a black void, and everything began to get sucked in by a powerful vacuum. "Oh crap, did we break this Universe too?" Pancho said, a little regretful. "You know what?" Mirifer whimpered as she struggled to shield herself and prevent getting sucked in. "I saw this coming too." Pancho frowned at her then quickly lightened up, "Actually, so did I." Their words caused for the rip to start growing and the vacuum to start growing. The two bickering parties stared at each other nervously before running away screaming for their lives. They exited the palace and ran downhill as little by little, the structure began getting sucked it. They were just about through the palm trees when the hill itself began to get sucked in. The duo reached the shore and looked back as the palm trees were being swallowed, all along with Mirifer's hut. "How do we stop this thing!?" Pancho screamed helplessly. "I have no idea, but I know you'll think of something!" she replied thoughtfully. "So do I, but I had to ask you first before I could get my idea!" "I knew that, too, I was just answering for the sake of doing so!" "I knew why you were answering!" he said as he took a few steps back. "Yeah, I knew that you knew why I was answering." She did the same. The island began getting sucked in faster still. "You know, we really should stop impossibly predicting each other," Pancho commented. "It's how we got in this in the first place... Wait, that was it!" "What?!" "This is how we got stranded, remember?!" he said. "The black cloth around my neck was a bow tie, and with my tap shoes and my white tuxedo..." "... And the penguin, and the salad bar in the cruise!" Mirifer finished for him. "Yes, yes, I remember!" "I knew you would!" Pancho cheered. "Well, I knew that you knew I would!" Mirifer cheered as well. "Just as I know that you know that I know that you will now remember that we stopped this somehow before!" "I knew you'd say that, and you're right!" he replied. "Last time, it sucked up the cruise and almost us, but we managed to stop it right before it got to the ocean; that's how we got lost!" "Man, I kind of wish that hadn't happened," Mirifer added out of the blue. "That was the best cruise of my life..." "Oh, I remember!" "I knew you'd re-" but before the girl could continue, the center of the island was gone and a large vortex was rapidly extending towards them. "You and I knew this would happen, right?" Pancho asked. "Yes... And because we knew this would happen, that means, we would have been careful not to unleash this." "Correct! But we did unleash it, meaning that we must have known how to stop it later on!" "Yes!" Mirifer reacted, jumping up and down in glee while clapping her hands. "We knew how to stop it even before remembering how; that's why we allowed it to happen!" "Exactly!" Pancho laughed. "Because we know how to stop it! We've always known! It's the only reason why we'd even take the risk to start with!" The minute the young man spoke those words, the vortex shrunk almost immediately and imploded, leaving the two caught up in the heat of the moment. The next morning, both of them were lying down on the beach, unconscious. Pancho wakes up with a groan and a moan, then clutches his sore, dry throat. He sits up and rubs his eyes before noticing where he was. It looked like a beach. He then turned to his left and noticed Mirifer asleep. "Waking up next to Mirifer after going through a blur of a night... Sadly nothing new," he muttered bitterly. He craned his head uninterested, and was suddenly shocked to find a large gap in the middle of the place. "What is this?!" he mumbled, almost sounding drunk. "A ring of sand in the middle of the ocean, how can that even be possible in the slightest?!" He walked to the middle and witnessed the ocean moving in the large gap. His companion soon moaned and sat up, pressing her aching back. She turned and her eyes widened in disbelief as she saw Pancho gazing at the large hole. "What the hell happened?!" she yelled as she caught up with him. "I don't know!" Pancho answered desperately as he scratched his hair. Mirifer spun on the same spot quietly, then turned to her companion. She then shyly asks, "How did we even get here?" "... I have no idea..."
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Radar	Jul 28 2011, 12:24 PM Post #3
Good to be back Posts: 2,496 Group: S Rank Hero Member #9,063 Joined: June 14, 2008 Gender: Male	... The chemistry between Mirifer and Pancho is just brilliant. Their whole logic is totally twisted and insane too. I love it. :3 This is some really good work, Miracle.



HollyYoshi	Jul 28 2011, 03:18 PM Post #4
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Mira you silly, silly girl. That is all that needs to be said.



Pedruben	Jul 28 2011, 03:39 PM Post #5
Currently attempting to return. Posts: 1,331 Group: A Rank Hero Member #11,430 Joined: September 20, 2010 Gender: Male Country: Portugal Game Currently Playing: Stronghold: Crusaders	Well I know that it was going to had a "happy ending". But that gets complicated near the end. Great work
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Lady Miracle	Jul 29 2011, 07:23 PM Post #6
[insert something cheerful here] Posts: 8,037 Group: Former Monarchs Member #9,289 Joined: August 20, 2008	Thank you for the commentary. Glad you liked it. --- =Of Love and Other Angels= "Hey, Mirifer, guess what?" a young man spoke into his black cell phone, a sly smile on his face as he sat comfortably in a chair, just outside a studio. "I'm shooting a music video!" Is that so? the voice on the other end answered. I'm assuming Miracle signed you up for it? "Indeed she did," the elated fellow answered as he leaned back on his chair and stretched an arm behind his head. "And I just got to tell you; it's awesome! I love it here!" Because I'm not there or because people actually bother to pay attention to your needs? the girl asked. "Both! Anything I need- just right there with simply ringing this neat little bell," he answered with a laugh. I see... Well, you know, I'll have to talk to you later- "Oh no, you don't!" the lad suddenly yelled as his mood did a complete change. "I called you to rub this in your face, and I will rub this in your face!" Oh one last thing before I hang up! Mirifer added. Look behind you. The young man's hands felt cold all of a sudden as his new-found rage went away as quickly as it came and was soon replaced with an almost innate fear. Hesitant, he craned his body and turned, only to see a girl about his age, waving at him with a devious smile on her face, and a light blue cell phone in her hand. "... Fate really does hate me..." he whimpered under his breath. "Oh you're here!" exclaimed a blond man with a lavender shirt and white jeans as he hurried on over to the lady that just arrived. "Oh Miss Mirifer, you're even more enchanting in person!" The Caucasian young man sunk in his chair as he slid the cellphone into the pocket inside his jacket. He clutched his chest, which was pounding hard enough to feel as if it was about to burst flying clean out of him. "Mr. Pancho, Mr. Pancho!" the flamboyant man in the lavender top called. "Come meet Miss Mirifer!" The excited fellow reached the chair with a large, giddy smile on his face, only to be left confused by the slumped down Pancho. "Is something the matter, sir?" "Oh, I was just trying to contain my joy at being reunited with my favorite girl in the world," Pancho replied with a frightened smile. "Oh you know each other? Grand! Then you'll be happy to know that you'll be working together for the video!" the man squealed, something that was echoed by Mirifer herself. "Well, I'll let you two reacquaint, so if you need anything just shout 'Monsieur Maupassant' and I'll be there in a blink of an eye!" he added. "Thank you, Monsieur Maupassant," Mirifer said as they air kissed each others' cheeks. She then turned to Pancho and looked at him mischievously, slowly leaning on the chair's armrest. "So... containing your joy at seeing your favorite girl in the world?" "And grieving the tragic and early death of my paradise," he replied before sitting straight once again. Now more uninterested and lacking some of his prior drive, he looks at her unhappily and asks, "So what brings you here?" "Aww, I just adore that face," Mirifer gleamed as she squeezed Pancho's downcast face. "As for why I'm here, Miracle signed me up for this as well; she thought it would be ideal for us to work together so we can 'get along' and some other crap." "Of course she did," the boy muttered to himself as he quietly facepalmed. "Sorry to cut the reunion short," Maupassant said as he returned, having slipped on some blue shade, "but we're about to begin shooting, so we need to get you ready, Miss Mirifer." "What about Pancho? Doesn't he have to get ready too?" Maupassant gasped in horror before frowning a bit at the young lady in the cinnamon-colored skin. "I'll have you know Mr. Pancho is more than ready; just look at that sleek white tuxedo, that gentle teal and gray plaid shirt, those silver tap shoes and the gray beret with the thin black stripes, stylishly perched atop his crimson hair, and don't even get me started on that fine beard." "He looks the same as he usually does," the girl said with an unconvinced look. "Ah da da da da da da, we have to hurry; chop-chop, Miss Mirifer," he added with a clap of his hands as he gently pushed her towards the trailer. She came to a quick halt and glared down upon him. "Touch me like that again, or even dare talk to me that way ever again, and I will not hesitate in biting your hand off," she threatened before making her way to the trailer herself. "Oooh, feisty diva... but I do love her style!" Maupassant squealed with a clap of his hands. "She's one of a kind, all right," Pancho commented before making his way to where the shooting would take place. A while later, Mirifer emerged from her trailer, wearing a black dress and an olive-brown coat with long sleeves with matching sandals, and walked with a snooty pout and an air of importance towards where the crew appeared to be gathered. "I'm here!" she announced loudly. Maupassant rushed to her, quitely freaking out and tapped his lips with his index finger. "Miss Mirifer, please, I beg of you, keep very quiet, we are shooting one of the scenes!" he said. "What?!" she yelled, unnerved. "You didn't tell me you had begun shooting already!" "I'm sorry, ma'am," the poor man insisted in a hushed voice, "but you took forever to get ready and refused to have any help; all of my makeover experts were too frightened to go in and try to help you hurry after you launched the first one out the window, so we decided to just begin with the shots regarding Mr. Pancho alone... Please understand." Mirifer sighed and dismissed the situation by swatting her hand towards the flamboyant director, "Whatever; I suppose I can overlook this considering you knew your place well enough to beg for my understanding." "Thank you, miss!" The two watched, the girl a bit pissed off, the man relieved, as Pancho sat on one of the steps of some iron stairs beside a building, murmuring lyrics of the song as he looked grimly at two of the five cameras shooting from distinct angles. "What the heck is he doing? I can barely even hear the lyrics..." the young lady whispers to the director. "Oh he's supposed to look like that during this scene, then later during the editing, we just add the song over voice to the actual video," he explained. "How fascinating," the girl commented as the shot was done with and Pancho stood back up, apparently cheerful. "How was that?" he asked the director expectantly. "Stunningly marvelous, sir!" Maupassant answered. "I absolutely loved it! Mwah, mwah!" He air kissed both of Pancho's cheeks before scampering off towards the crew, while the young man just stood there, unsure of how to react to that. His female companion smiled in an attempt to hold back her laughter, leaned towards him and said, "I think the director likes you, Mr. Panchito." "You're a card, Miri," he answered annoyed with a roll of his eyes before crossing his arms and looking at her more seriously. "Where were you anyway?" "Getting ready!" she said with a big smile as she posed. "You don't think this sort of perfection can be completed as masterfully as it was within two hours, did you?" "Of course not..." Pancho answered sarcastically with a heavy sigh. "Well, we're both needed for the next shot, so how about we call a truce? Temporarily, at least." He extended is hand towards her for a handshake. She looked at his hand with a weird expression and cocked an eyebrow. "Yeah... I'll try." Soon enough, Mirifer found herself standing in a room with scarce lighting. Having removed her coat, some of the assistants were now powdering her face to make it look shinier. Pancho then approaches Maupassant, his eyes resting on Mirifer. "What is this scene about?" he asks in a whisper, still looking at Mirifer. The director turns to him with a pleasant grin, only to react curiously to how Pancho kept staring at Mirifer. He suddenly grins, a bit more deviously, leans towards Pancho and whispers, "She's gorgeous, isn't she?" "Yeah, too bad she's out to kill me," he mumbled without the slightest ounce of denial. "I don't know if I should be admiring her or dreading her; probably the latter, which is why I'm asking." "Oh..." the director replied awkwardly, "well, um... the song's a love song, so I imagined that in this scene we could film you two embracing each other and holding each others' face close." "Monsieur Maupassant, you are signing my death sentence!" Pancho freaked out, struggling to keep his voice down as he spoke. "If I try to place a single finger on her, she'll eat me alive." "Oh, now, she can't possibly-" "No, I'm seriously! If I touch her, she'll try to bite my hand clean off my arm and I need my hands!" he begged. "Mr. Pancho, don't you think you're exaggerating a tad?" he asked, confused at the young man's innate fear. "I'm sure she's not so bad, now get on with it!" Pancho walked towards Mirifer hesitantly as she stood from her chair, which was prominently removed by the assistants. She looked at Pancho and the sight of his terrified face caused for a huge smile to unzip between her lips. "I love how you look," she beamed with a sweet voice. "Ready to shoot this?" "As... I'll... ever... be..." he said, taking long pauses between words. His eyes shifted back to the director, who mouthed the words "Go on already" as he motioned with his hands at the girl. Pancho sighed and swallowed before carefully stretching his arm, then slowly lowered his hand on her shoulder as she had her back to him. The minute his hand made contact with her shoulder, she twisted her head with a fright and outright bit his hand. "Aaaaaahhhhh, my hand! My hand! Get her ooooooooffff!" Pancho yelled as Mirifer just sunk her teeth deep and deeper into his palm. The entire crew froze, their eyes widening in shock and fear as the boy continuously yelled until she let go. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" she yelled at him angrily. "I have told you once, and I have told you a thousand times, as I have told everyone else we know- no one touches me without my consent!" "It's bleeding, it's bleeding!" Pancho wept as he curled up in the floor. "I mean, I give you a simple rule and you can't follow it!" the girl continues ranting. "I mean, you listen to all those stupid laws about no stealing or killing, but you can't follow my simple rules?" "I already told you; you can't just go around cutting off and collecting people's heads!" he shouted as he silently sobbed in pain, still curled up in the floor. "It's immoral and disgusting; that's why it's illegal!" "People putting their filthy paws all over me should be illegal!' she yelled. "Your existence should be illegal!" he retaliated angrily as he slowly stood up, clutching his bleeding hand. "It is illegal, you idiot!" she replied. "Why else do you think I bother existing in this pathetic excuse for a world?!" "That-!" Pancho started yelling as he finally stood up, but then went quiet with a baffled look on his face. "That actually makes too much sense..." "... You know, we really should do a background check on these people before we hire them..." Maupassant said to one of the cameramen. A couple of days later, the entire team was filming down at a train station. Mirifer was inside one of the trains, on a window seat, bored and just staring forward. Meanwhile, Monsieur Maupassant spoke to Pancho outside the train, standing right beside the railing where said vehicle was. "OK, this scene is fairly simple," the director explains, confident on how it'll turn out. "Miss Mirifer will place her hand on the window's glass. You shall be standing on the other side of the train, so you will place your hand on the glass, where hers rest." "That way, our hands will connect without any sort of physical contact, wonderful!" the young man cheered. "Thank you so much Monsieur Maupassant." "I just figured, after the torture you've endure the last four days while filming the, uh, hugging and dancing scenes, you are in dire need of a break." "Considering she almost pulverized my left leg yesterday when I accidentally stepped on her during the dance,"Pancho started, looking rather sore, "I'd really appreciate it if you didn't use that word, please." "Right," the director said as he scratched the back of his head. "My apologies. Now let's shoot this!" Pancho stood at the entrance of the station, leaning forward as if ready to race. "Aaaaand... action!" Pancho ran towards the train and stopped several feet away from the window. Mirifer, who was looking down, looks out the window and places her left hand on the glass. The director squints his eyes, wondering if he's seeing things right. Pancho, caught up in his 'acting,' quickly places his right hand on the glass. "Cut!" the director yelled. He hurried inside the train where he carefully approached Mirifer. "What's wrong?" Mirifer asked innocently. "I need you to place your right hand on the glass," he said. "Why?" "Look," Maupassant said as he showed the recording to Mirifer. the girl laughed heartily and wiped a tiny tear off her eye. "Oh right, right," she said amused, "I bit his right hand." "Yes... and the bandages clash with his style and all so..." "All right, but it'll be very difficult," she added, "Miracle's right-handed so I'm a lefty." "I am sure you'll think of something," he said before leaving. "What happened?" Pancho asked as the director walked out and hurried to his chair. "Oh, minor setback," he answered, "let's just shoot this anew." "Take 2," one of the cameramen said. Three hours passed. Pancho was lying on the station's floor, panting desperately while some of the assistants try to fan him. "No!" Maupassant yelled in tears and sheer frustration. "You cannot push him into the rails, especially when another train is passing by!" "But the opportunity was there; how am I supposed to pass it up?!" Mirifer replied, speaking between stifled chuckles. "Please, please, try to do this right," the director pleaded. "This song... is titled Your Guardian Angel... When The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus wrote this song, they, they were talking about a woman who was as an angel!" "Well, why did you cast me then," Mirifer said with a mocking head shake. "I'm a total bitch!" "Language, Miss Mirifer," Maupassant begged as he rubbed his forehead, a massive headache overwhelming him. "I beg of you: don't be difficult. Help us, and the pay shall be twice as rewarding." "Fine," she said with a disappointed sigh. "I'll do it right." "Thank you!" the flamboyant man yelled before rushing back to his seat. "Mr. Pancho, get on your position." "Right..." the young man replied with a moan as he slumped to the usual spot at the station's entrance. "Action!" "Take 291..." spoke a different cameraman. "By the way," Maupassant whispered to one of the assistants, "remind me not to have her anywhere near him when we redo the roof scene." Pancho ran in and stopped a couple of feet away from the window, and at the other side, Mirifer kept her sights low. She didn't turn to him and placed her right hand on the glass. The young man placed his left hand on it through the glass. "Perfect..." Maupassant muttered as h crossed his fingers. Suddenly, the two were at opposite side of the railing. Another train could be seen far off as Pancho crossed the railing in a hurry. As soon as he reached Mirifer's side, the feisty brunette grabbed his collar shirt and tried pushing him off. Surprisingly, however, rather than fear, rage took over Pancho as he grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her with him. Kicking and blood-curling screams could be heard. The crew stared at them astonished. "I didn't know a man's leg could be twisted that way..." one of the assistants muttered. "I didn't know you could stretch a man's eyelid all the way to the back of his head using his toe..." another one added. "Did you know her-" "No," the director interrupted. "I did not know that could be done with her arms... but that boy sure isn't afraid of hurting a lady." "In his defense," one of the female assistants said, "she's the devil's wife." "I think we should forget about redoing the roof scene and just make the video with what we have," the director said. The cameramen nodded nervously and began packing up the equipment. "Somebody called the paramedics!" an assistant called. "And an ambulance." Over at the hospital, both youths rested on beds, one next to the other. Mirifer's arms were in cast, as well as her neck. Pancho's right leg and entire torso were also in casts and he had a black eye. "There you are!" Monsieur Maupassant cheered as he came in pulling a small cart with a TV on it. "I'm here to show you how the video ended up!" "Ooh, ooh, show me!" Mirifer said excitedly. "Sure... let's take a crack at it..." Pancho said, still hurting all over. The director placed the TV between the two beds and turned it on. In the video, the guitar started playing as Pancho was shown on the screen, walking along the empty sidewalk during sunset, his head held low and his hands resting inside his pant pockets. Nine seconds into the music, a scene with Pancho and Mirifer embracing each other under a dim, blue light, then soon cut back to Pancho walking by his lonesome, this time from a different angle, and finally Mirifer is shown waiting in line at the train station right before the song starts. When I see your smile, Pancho sung as he sat on the step of the iron stairs, his head propped up by his index fingers with both of his hands together, tears run down my face. In his hospital bed, Pancho merely squirmed while listening to himself sing said line. In a way, it was true, considering she had a tendency to frustrate or scare him just about enough for him to want to cry. In the screen, the two are then shown slow dancing as Pancho sings, I can't replace, over-voice. He is suddenly shown leaning against a dark hallway's wall, the light coming from outside barely stretching towards his waist as he sings, And now that I'm strong I have figured out how this world turns cold and breaks through my soul... The camera the focuses on his lowered face, from the front rather than the side, as he continues, And I know I'll find, deep inside me, I can be the one. The scene where Pancho and Mirifer embrace each is then shown again from a distinct angle and the song continues over-voice. I will never let you fall... Lying in her own hospital, watching the scene, Mirifer snorts softly as the last verse reminds her of when she first pushed him into the railing. She smiled to herself, amused. I'll stand up for you forever, his voice continued to play over-voice while the same scene kept playing. The scene then changes back to Pancho walking on the sidewalk under the sunset again, except this time he's shown singing. I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven. It's OK... the song played as Mirifer sadly boarded the train, almost hesitant in her steps. It's OK... the song played again as Pancho is shown standing and walking up the iron stairs. It's okay-ay-ay-ay-yeah... the song carried on as the lonely Pancho walking up the sidewalk stops, turns around, witnessing the sunset end and night start. The scene then changes into the horizon as the last rays of sun shine into the camera. Seasons are changing and waves are crashing and stars are falling all for us. The last ray blinds the camera before Pancho is shot sitting at the ledge of a building's roof, a meteor shower visible in the dark sky behind him. Days grow longer and nights grow shorter, the song continues to play over-voice as Pancho is now seen frantically running back down the sidewalk and towards the train station. Meanwhile, inside the train, Mirifer takes her window seat as the song continues, I can show you I'll be the one. I will never let you fall can be heard as Pancho sitting on the roof's ledge whispers the same words. I'll stand up for you forever. Pancho then appears running towards the station's entrance, and over-voice: I'll be there for you through it all... Mirifer is shown looking down on the seat. Even if saving you sends me to heaven. 'Cause you're my... Pancho ran in and stopped several feet away from the window. You're my, my-aye-aye... Mirifer soon looks up and through the window, and is then taken by surprise at the sight of Pancho standing near there. Pancho approaches the window; Mirifer places her hand on it and he places his on hers. My true love, my whole heart. Please don't throw that away. 'Cause I'm heeeeeeeere, soon plays as the scene changes to where Pancho stands on the roof's ledge, for you! He then places his hands together and looks up at the sky, almost in tears, and loudly sings, Please don't walk away and please tell me you'll staaaaaaaaaaaaaay-y! At the mention of that last word, a sudden rainstorm washed down on him, the rain reaching the ground the second he finished the verse. Whooooo-oh-oah! Thunder flashed in the back every time the cymbals crashed. The scene shifts back to the station, with their hands still on the glass. Staaaaay, whoooo-oh-oh-oh-oah! Use me as you will, played as Mirifer got up from her seat and moved away. Shortly after, the train begins running, and Pancho heartbroken withdraws his hand. Pull my strings just for a thrill. Back on the roof, thunder continues to flash with each cymbal crash and Pancho thrusts his fist at the sky, underneath the rain as he continues to sing, And I know I'll be OK, though my skies are turning gray! I will never let you fall, continues to play as Pancho stands alone in the station with his head held low. The train finishes passing by and he's caught by surprise as Mirifer is standing on the other side of the railing, her olive-brown coat flowing in the wind. He crosses the rails in a rush and jumps onto her side where he holds her tightly. Once again atop the roof, Pancho sings, I'll stand up for you forever! I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven! Finally, Pancho and Mirifer are shown hugging at the station as the song --music and lyrics-- fade away. "Well, what do you think?" Maupassant asks excitedly. "Well done," Pancho said, feeling a bit better by the looks of his smile. "Yeah, I liked it," Mirifer agreed with much enthusiasm. "Wonderful!" replied the flamboyant man as some assistants arrived, grabbed the cart and pulled it out of the room. "Well, good-bye and get better soon!" "Wait!" Pancho called desperately. "What about our money?" "Oh, your manager Miracle collected both of your paychecks and used all the money to pay for the hospital bill," he explained. "Ta-ta!" The second they were left alone, Mirifer turned towards Pancho and smiled sweetly. "I hate you." He looked at her annoyed, sighed, and then replied, "I love you, too." --- The song used in this one-shot was "Your Guardian Angel" by The Red Jumpsuit Apparatus.
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Radar	Jul 30 2011, 02:01 AM Post #7
Good to be back Posts: 2,496 Group: S Rank Hero Member #9,063 Joined: June 14, 2008 Gender: Male	That was brilliant. Not far off a perfect music video for the song, either.



Lady Miracle	Jul 30 2011, 07:33 AM Post #8
[insert something cheerful here] Posts: 8,037 Group: Former Monarchs Member #9,289 Joined: August 20, 2008	Once again, thank you. The way I described the video was actually very similar to an idea I had for an animation I wanted to do for the song. Unfortunately, I have NONE of the tools to make it happen. shrugs --- =Sawnik Blastin' Heer and Thar= A blue floor rigged entirely with circuitry. That was the setting, and everything there was to it. In the middle of that empty floor sat two intriguing individuals, a fifty degree angle between his right and her left, both placing their attention on holographic screens and keyboards floating in front of their faces. "Hey, Mirifer..." the young white man asks the girl of the darker skin, his black techno suit wrinkling just slightly as he leaned towards her without taking his eyes off his screen, "does this make any sense to you?" "Shoot me a link," she said, entranced far too much by her own screen to bother looking at his. Both of them went click-clacking away on their respective keyboards. Mirifer than leaned closer to her screen and squinted her eyes, then snorted and started laughing like crazy. "What a noob!" she said, tearing up from all that laughter. "I know it doesn't make sense, but I fail to see what's so funny about it..." her companion answered, hopelessly confused by her reaction. "Let me tell you something, Pancho," Mirifer started, "when you're dealing with people like this, who are either too ignorant to properly read or just don't plainly understand, you bust them for it!" Pancho flinched at the comment then looked at her in the face concerned. "No! We can't use Miracle's account to ban random, people! She'd kill us!" The young maiden in the white techno suit shrugged her shoulders and replied, "Hey, if she knows how unstable we --especially me-- are, then she should have thought about it before granting us access to her account." "In a way, we were born in her account," Pancho answered, a bit more annoyed this time around, "she doesn't have much of a point." "Well, that's neither here nor there," Mirifer continued, giving the situation a dismissive wave of hand. "The point is, if a noob misinterprets what you wrote in a RP and had their character respond irrelevantly to your character's commentary, then you can totally have your character humiliate their character for it!" "That seems rude..." he mumbled, feeling somewhat sorry for the so-called 'noob.' "This poor girl must have simply misunderstood what my character was trying to say... I should explain it to her." "Yeah, that'll work," Mirifer replied with much amusement and sarcasm in her tone. A while later, Mirifer was still sitting in the same manner as of before- crouched forward with her eyes glued to the screen with an excited twitch in her mouth. Meanwhile, Pancho was rocking himself back and forth as he desperately typed on the keyboard. "Argh, no!" he yelped, catching Mirifer's attention... somewhat. "What's wrong with you?" "The girl from the RP," Pancho began, "she thought I was correcting her and snapped at me! I tried to explain I was just trying to clear up any confusion and nothing more, and then she started talking about why she wasn't going to edit her post... "I tried to explain once again that I was trying to clear up any possible confusion and nothing more; aside from her character's comeback, which made no sense whatsoever, there was nothing to fix!" he continued. "Yet I somehow got busted for it by a RP Knight... under the claim that I was 'oming' the girl out." "Seeeee?" Mirifer started, satisfied with the result. "This wouldn't have happened if you had made your character humiliate hers!" "Shush you!" Pancho insisted, flustered. "I stand by my decision to try and make peace, not war..." "Whatever," she replied, then an evil grin appeared on her face. "So... Which RP Knight?" "... That one..." he whispered ashamed. Her screen and keyboard vanished as she jumped on her feet, twirled around playfully, then pointed at him. "Ha! Miracle is so going to kill you!" "Gah..." Pancho squirmed where he sat. He scratched his crimson hair desperately. The screen and keyboard in front of him vanished as he finally stood up. "Maybe I should just take a walk round SB's cyberspace and chill a bit..." "Sounds like a plan! Let's go infiltrate the PM system of other members and snoop around their correspondence!" the brunette suggested, clapping her hands delighted and jumping up and down. "... Why do I have to be stuck with you of all people?" the upset fellow said as he crossed his arms. "Anyway, for your information, I plan on not causing mayhem and suffering wherever walk." The girl stared at him motionless before pouting. "Well, you're an absolute bore." She crossed her arms and turned away as her entire body began glowing, soon morphing into a smaller figure: that of a cartoonish, anthropomorphic, yellowy-orange, twin-tailed fox. "H-how?!" Pancho shouted as he stepped back, freaked out by the transformation. "I re-configured my physical data inside the cybernetic domain of a Sonic the Hedgehog fan site," she explains. "What did you expect? A Zoroark?" "I didn't know you could do that..." "Eh, what can I say?" she grinned with a shrug. Her tails twisted up together and started spinning rapidly, causing her to ascend. "Catch you later!" That said and done, she turned around and flew off. Pancho kept looking at her fly away, then placed a hand on his chin and pondered. "Maybe I should give that a try... It seemed like a whole lot of fun.." He then looked at his hands, his arms and his chest. "How do I do this?" He poked his techno suit where he thought it could have an effect, but nothing happened. "Well this is getting me nowhere... maybe if I focus hard enough." The boy stood straight, gripped his hand and started focusing on making his body transform. Before long, however, he just strained his head. Sitting back down, he bent his legs, closed his eyes and tried focusing anew. Minutes went by and all he did was sit there. "Maybe she read about this somewhere..." he wondered. The screen and keyboard holograms reappeared in front of him once again, and he began typing away. "No... nope... that's not it... no... doesn't look like it..." he kept whispering to himself as he kept fidgeting with the 'computer.' "Ah-ha! Wait, no that's not it either..." he mumbled. "What are you up to?" a familiar voice asked. Pancho quickly turned to find Tails Mirifer sitting a couple feet away from him, stuffing her face with an assortment of cookies, while many more cookies surrounded her. "Where did you get those?" he asks. She finished munching her current cookie and swallowed hard and happily. With an adorable smile on her muzzle, she replied, "Oh, you can find these all over in the forum; just dig up a couple of congratulatory posts here and there, and you should find a bunch of 'em!" "You're stealing e-cookies from threads?" he asked in disbelief. "Don't knock it 'til you try it," she said as she picked up another and stuffed it in her mouth. "These are a lot better than you'd expect." "Well, while you're here, could you please tell me how I can re-configure my physical data?" he asked as he walked over to her. "I could," she begins, "but I won't." "Yeah, I saw that coming," Pancho answers, unmoved by the outcome. He then watches as she gorges herself silly in the surplus of cookies. "Wow, you sure collected a lot of these on such short notice." Her foxy ears perked up and she looked up at him. She blinked a couple of times, looking at him a bit confused, then swallowed. "I've been at this for hours." "Hours? Wait, you mean, I've been here for hours since you left?!" he asked. "What exactly have you been caught up in that you didn't notice?" she asked curiously. "I've been trying to transform!" the young man yelled frustrated as he kicked the air in front of him. "How the hell did you do it?!" The girl sighs and rolls her eyes. "If you promise to drop the drama queen act, I'll gladly tell you," she finally conceded. "Yes, please," he said softly before sitting in front of her. "OK, do you want to run at top speed?" she asked. He tilted his head and looked at her oddly. "Uh... sure?" "Say it like you mean it." "Sure." "Now actually mean it." "OK." He clears his throat and then speaks, "I want to run at top speed." "Voila- you're Sonic," she suddenly says. Pancho looks at himself to realize that he had turned into the blue blur himself. He jumps up in a fright and inspects his body, full of awe in everything he sees. "How?!" he asks. "You just had to either believe you were the character or want to be the character," Mirifer explains before taking a large bit out of her last cookie. "I guess that makes sense," he reasoned, "but why Sonic?" "Why not?" "Good logic." "If it's mine, it's unfathomable," Mirifer concluded slyly before getting up and flying off again. "See you later!" "Time to run amok, then," Pancho decided cheerfully as he got into sprinting position. "On your marks... go!" He immediately launched at the speed of sound. His feet were almost invisible as they moved at hyperspeed. The adrenaline pump was exhilarating, at least. "What I've been missing out on?!" he whooped as he skidded into a turn and soon after zoomed in another direction. "I knew there had to be a good reason I'm stuck here! With Miri of all people, too." The youth turned and started running backwards with his eyes closed, enjoying the breeze that blew on him all over. He opened his eyes, curious as to how the view was, but was devastated into finding that his feet had blazed a trail of destruction behind him. "Oh, no!" he yelled. "The friction is destroying the landscape's data!" He tried to anchor his feet into the 'ground' in order to stop, but instead began further damaging. "Stop, stop, stop!" the nervous klutz begged. "Oh, maybe I can slow down or gain control in Spin Dash!" The boy leaped and curled up, taking up a spherical shape. But rather than stopping or slowing down, he started bouncing around like a rubber ball out of control, thrashing all of his surroundings. "What am I even thinking?!" he soon realizes. "Just stop moving!" He stopped his movement in mid-air, which led to painfully landing on his face. He groaned and moaned before opening his eyes. Before him stood Mirifer, back to normal, who was looking away from him. He stood up and rubbed his head as he stood next to her. Upon opening his eyes and looking ahead, his jaw drops open. Flames engulfed a large distance of the cyberspace; the walls were dented, some even cracked. And several towers were leaning out of place. "Those are threads, aren't they?" Pancho asks his companion fearfully. "Sure are," she answers as she sucks on a lollipop. The tower-like threads soon tumble over like a line of dominoes and come crashing down, exploding into a million sheets of papers that were sent flying all around in the wind. Mirifer carefully grabs one that blew by her face and revises it. "I'm pretty sure this is a post," she says. "And by its papery look, I'd say it was just deleted." "I destroyed threads..." Pancho says in a terrified, monotone way. "You know, I expected chaos when I made you turn into Sonic," the girl began, with an innocent expression on her face, "I mean, taken how clumsy you can be around the forums, I knew you wouldn't be able to control such speed. "But this..." she adds, "this is an awesome feat of utter annihilation! I am impressed!" As one more tower tips over and crashed, Pancho grabs Mirifer's hand and pulls her with him as he race walks away. "Where are we going?" she asks curiously, almost sweetly. "Anywhere other than here," he answers unnerved. "I don't care if we go snoop around others' inboxes or hack whatever program, lets just get out of here." "Did Panchito had a little too much Sawnik Blastin'?" "Where did you get that lollipop?" he interrupts. "Oh," she then turns to the sweet she had almost forgotten she had. "Some give away e-cookies, others give e-candy." "Then let's go e-candy looting," he offers. "Not gonna turn down that offer," she replies gleefully. "And then afterwards, we can go show Miracle what you did." He suddenly freezes up, not moving another muscle as his eyes shrink. "Meap..."
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HollyYoshi	Jul 30 2011, 03:32 PM Post #9
I object to your claims Posts: 15,025 Group: =SB= Queens Member #9,640 Joined: January 9, 2009 Gender: Female Country: United States of America 3DS Friend Code: 1891-1489-0768 Nintendo ID: Agent_Blaire Game Currently Playing: Yoshi's Island	Oh god. The Sawnik Blast one was hilarious.



Breakfast Princess	Jul 30 2011, 11:14 PM Post #10
The most important meal of the day Posts: 1,763 Group: S Rank Hero Member #11,251 Joined: July 20, 2010 Gender: Female Country: Brazil Xbox Live Gamertag: AngelSpartaness 3DS Friend Code: 061945741822 Nintendo ID: AngelSpartaness Game Currently Playing: Kameo: Elements of Power	I thought this was hilar! Really good. The first was by far the best. Hahaha ahahah haha ha eh heh. Erm. Yeah.



Lady Miracle	Aug 4 2011, 02:21 PM Post #11
[insert something cheerful here] Posts: 8,037 Group: Former Monarchs Member #9,289 Joined: August 20, 2008	Thank you for the replies, everyone. :3 --- =The Girl, the Boy and the Gargoyle= In a town that looks a lot like old England, the door to an apartment opens, and out walks a dark-skinned girl, wearing a plaid suit and hat, prominently followed by a young man of whiter skin, wearing a suit with a long coat. "Mirifer, why is everything sepia?" the young man asks his cohort, confused by their surroundings. The young lady turns with much less than a smile and grimly replies, "To fit the ambiance, Pancho... or should I say Dr. Watson?" "Why would you call me Dr. Watson?" he asks, still just as confused. "Because for today only, I ma the great Sherlotta Holmes!" she cheered, a small smile of contained join being the only thing to un-tighten her face. "Sherlotta? Like the crystal-maker from the game?" he asks. The girl swats her arm up and a crystal shard materializes in her hand. "That is correct!" "But... that game has absolutely nothing to do with a Sherlock Holmes theme..." he mutters. "Are you questioning my name, Watson?" she asks as she suddenly holds her magnifying glass a mere centimeter away from his face and presses her face against the glass. He sighed and crossed his arms. "The only thing I question is the insistence for me to be the sidekick all the time." "That's easy!" she replies cheerfully as she pulls away from him. "It's because I scare you and you don't phase me at all!" "Yeah, well, we'll see how long that'll last..." Pancho Watson stated. "So what's the case?" "Look around you, my despised Watson," Mirifer Holmes spoke as she stretched her arms out, doing a bad impression of a Scottish accent. Children dressed in monstrous costumes ran amok with pails full of candy, screaming in sheer joy. "It's... Halloween?" he asked as he scratched his hair. "Precisely," she answers, "but that's not all." She walked down the stone stairs that led from the apartment to the brick road. The youth wastes no time in reaching a nearby bakery, and she then points at a wanted poster with a cane. "Behold!" "Did you... have that cane before?" "Our target!" she continued, blatantly ignoring her partner's question. The fellow sighs and approaches the poster. He leans a bit closer and inspects the picture with Miri-Sherlotta's magnifying glass. "A... shadow with horns?" "No, you imbecile!" she suddenly retaliates with something of a French accent as she puts down the cane. "A monster! A real one, unlike the merrymaking children running around this evening; a dark, unholy creature that has been terrorizing this town!" "Since when have you cared about others terrorizing people?" he asks her, dumbfounded and inexplicably upset. "I don't, my despise Watson," was the reply as the girl dramatically facepalms. "Tell me... why am I called Sherlotta here?" "Because it was the only female name you could think of that sounded like Sherlock in the slightest," he answers, without a hint of doubt or pause, simply resting his case. "Well, there's that," Mirifer Holmes said quietly as she lowered her head and innocently gave a harmless little kick at the air around her, right before recapturing enthusiasm, "but it's also because, like Sherlotta the Clavat, I am a witch!" "Now that we agree on something, I guess we should be getting our prayers in order for when the end of the world hits us in a matter of hours," Pancho Watson comments bitterly as he puts on some sleek, leather gloves. "As a witch, I represent evil in every way possible!" "Sherlotta was a goo-" his counter-debate was stopped as Mirifer Holmes lunged her cane against his chest,while trying not to lose the dramatic pose she was doing. "I have tormented the people of this village to the point where every household has a picture of me with several darts all over it," she continues. "It's a reputation that's spent years in the making." "But we got to this town just n-oof," once again, Pancho Watson's statement was beaten to a pulp by Miri-Sherlotta's cane before it had the opportunity to stand a chance. "My face was the only one on each wall and corner; the feature presentation of every wanted poster," she further explained, "but not anymore. Now everywhere I turn, my face has been covered up by this one- the face of the Devil's Shadow." "Why is it called the Devil's Shadow?" Pancho Watson asked as he finally recaptured his breath, though he continued to clutch his chest. "No one has ever seen his face; all that's known is that in a mere day's work, he has ransacked each and ever home, store and building, killed off any and all livestock, and burned the crops to the ground," Miri-Sherlotta spoke gravely. "He's... brilliant and heartless... It breaks my heart!" "You have a heart?!" the young man screams, backing up in pure shock. "I think so; when I first saw this, I felt like I got stabbed in my chest and when I placed my hand over it, I felt some little taps inside," she said, speaking with child-like innocence. "OK, wait, back it up," Pancho Watson interrupts. "How do we know if this guy --assuming it is a guy-- isn't just playing some heavy pranks for Halloween?" "Have you ever seen anyone play pranks this heavy?" "You have." "... Point taken," the girl admits, then firmly plants the cane down and takes back her magnifying glass, "but I have a feeling this certain fellow has an ulterior motive for doing all this, so we're bringing him in." Her assistant sighed heavily then nodded, "Very well. Where do we start?" "His next target will be at the cemetery where he will commence a zombie army." "...Where did you get that info?" "If he's as evil as he's leading us to believe, then that must be his next target," she concluded with a smug smile and a nod of agreement to herself. "Wait, you're just following a premonition?!" he snaps in disbelief. "For all we know, he may not even be able to summon a zombie army!" "Do you question my method?" she asked as she cocked an eyebrow. "... No..." he answered shyly as he settled down some. "Do any clues suggest otherwise?" "Not that I know of..." "Do you have a better suggestion?" "Well we could always try to-" he stopped as soon as he noticed her glaring upon him with a not-so-happy look on her face. He sighed once again, rolled his eyes and wiped the nervous sweat from his forehead before answering, "No, I don't." "Then off to the graveyard we go!" The girl ran off excitedly, jaywalking in the process. "Uh, Sherlotta?!" Pancho Watson called as he looked hesitant at the street, suddenly, a car driving on the sidewalk approaches him at over eighty miles per hour. "Aaah!" with a yell, he leaps out of the way. The car comes to a screeching halt, and five kids in costumes come running towards him. Before he has time to react in any way, they started picking his pockets and such then run off with everything he had on him, except for his clothes. "H-hey!" he shouts, but they drive off with a mischievous laughter. Meanwhile, Mirifer Holmes is sitting on a gravestone, moving her magnifying glass back forth from her face with a bored attitude, while an unfortunate scowl with a miffed pout hung on her face. She suddenly turns back as she hears a frantic pant. Her assistant had just arrived, out of breath and looking tired. "Where the heck have you been?!" was all that came out of her as she walked towards him and grabbed his shirt collar, an undeniable rage visible in her eyes. He swatted her hand away from him as he tried to catch his breath. "Excuse me... but I didn't know... how to get... here! I... was mugged by... five little kids, goshdarn it!" "I'm well aware of the type of loser you are," she said, rolling her eyes. "Now come wait with me!" "Wait with y- what the?!" his jaw immediately dropped as he saw that all the graves had been dug up. "What did you do!" "I made sure all the bodies were here," she spoke casually, with a shrug. "They were, meaning he hasn't arrived yet." "But you can't just... This is illegal! And immoral! And disgusting! And just plain wrong!" "Spare me the sermon and just sit down already!" she commanded. "We have to be ready for when he arrives." "Is he going to come? At all? Because there's only an hour left before sunrise..." the boy comments as he checks his pocket watch. "Sunrise?" Miri-Sherlotta asks surprised. "It'll be sunrise soon?" "Uh, yes." "Then where the heck were you?!" she spouts angrily as she grabs him by the collar again. "I already told you! I was busy getting mugged and lost!" he answered, his tone shifting between ticked off and frightened. "But if he hasn't struck yet, then he won't strike... What else could he have been doing?" She started walking out the cemetery, lost in her own train of thought. The young lad sighed and slowly followed her, slumped up and exhausted over the long night. They walked into the main plaza where Miri-Sherlotta suddenly stopped and stared forward. "Look!" Pancho-Watson looked at where she was pointing, bored. His eyes widen a bit more as he realized it was a thrashed store. Just as he was about to speak, the girl rushes off towards the site, not giving him the chance. She opened the door and stepped in to see the owner seething over the destroyed place. The man looked up at her and crossed her arms. "What do you want?!" "To know what happened here," said Miri-Sherlotta. "I just woke up!" yells the large man with the mustache and beard. "Is that so?" the girl ponders as she moves the glass shards, wrecked merchandise and other sorts of debris off. Lying underneath it all was the bloodied body of a dead man. "I don't suppose this was part of your merchandise." "I haven't sold humans in a long time!" the man shouted in his defense. "Well, that's a messy sight," Pancho Watson said as he picked up a bloodied glass shard with a handkerchief. Mirifer Holmes, caught up in her own world, began following a supposed trail on the floor with her magnifying glass. She stopped in front of the vault door and proceeded to print the handle. "Hey, keep your paws off that!" the man yelled. "I suppose these tiny little fingerprints aren't yours..." she commented as she continued to inspect the lock. "Little fingerprints?" the man asked, confused and intrigued at the same time as he slowly took a closer look at the glass. In a minute, the young girl cracked the lock on the vault door. The large man blinked a couple of times then frowned. "You could have asked for my permission to open this; or at the very least, have asked me for the combination!" "Oh shush you," she snapped, a little annoyed at him, and opened the door to find five little kids in costumes, cowering inside the vault. "Why do you have kids locked up in your vault?" "What?! I've never seen these children before in my life!" the man yelled, worried this time. "He didn't lock us here; we did!" one of the kids yelped. "And we'd appreciate it if you kept the door locked, please!" "Wait a second..." Pancho Watson said from across the room as he approached the kids. "Th-those are the kids that robbed me!" "Take it!" one of the kids yelled as she threw the sleuth's assistant's wallet back at him. "Just close the door, please!" "There are fifty dollars missing," he responded as he inspected the content. "Why are you hiding here?" Miri-Sherlotta asks. "Th-th-th-the monster!" a little boy answered as the five of them trembled. "The monster attacked our dad and told us he'd eat us!" "The Devil's Shadow was here?!" the young woman yelled, surprised. She grabbed one of the kids and pulled him out of the vault, "Where did he go?!" "We don't know!" the child cried. "And we don't want to know; we want to keep the monster far away!" "Why did you hide in my vault?" asked the store's owner. "We came here to steal the money you had stored away, but then the monster attacked so we decided to hide instead," one of the little girls answered between sobs. "Watson!" the sleuthing gal called as she walked back to the corpse. "We must figure out why the Devil's Shadow would go after a mere citizen... it's a step back from his latest deeds. "Throwing me off track... He's a genius..." she added, hissing the words under her breath. "The driver of young delinquents?" Pancho Watson said. "What would he have against someone with such a pathetic life?" "Maybe this man did something to him." "Such as?" "Will you get out of here?!" the large man yelled. "Where did that come from?" Pancho Watson asked the man. "I said I want you out!" he added. "All of you!" He glared at the small children that hesitantly walked out of his store. "If the Devil's Shadow comes here again, I'm blaming y'all!" "Wait is that is?" Mirifer Holmes replied undignified. "It's not our fault the Devil's Shadow chose to go for someone who was robbing you," Pancho Watson added. "Besides, shouldn't you be grateful he stopped some burglars?" Not only the large man looked confused at the young boy, but so did the sleuthing girl and the five kids. He stepped back and remained quiet, not knowing what exactly he had said that was so strange. Miri-Sherlotta glared at him before sighing to herself, facepalming and the explaining to the other six. "He's just awkward like that." Regaining his anger, the store owner then opened the door with a slam and pointed outside, staring down the lot of intruders. One by one, they all walked out. Just as the last one out stepped outside, he walked out as well and stretched out his gorilla-like hands. Each of the kids as well as Mirifer Holmes herself handed him a different item, but each item had the same thing in common with any of the other five- they were merchandise from the store. Pancho Watson was shocked that these guys would still right under the man's noses like it was something common and normal to do. Even moreso, he was surprised the man had noticed when he hadn't, seeing as he had been paying closer attention to the things that went on in the store. The store owner than redirects his hand towards the boy, expectantly. "I didn't steal anything," Pancho Watson said as he pulled out his pockets. The large man and the children gasped altogether. "Oh, please never mind my partner," the young woman said as she stood between him and the man's hand. "He used to be a... law-abider, and old habits die hard, as you know." "Well, I'll overlook it..." started the gruff-looking man. "But just this once!" "What did I do wrong?!" Pancho Watson asked as his partner pulled him away from the scene. "Nothing!" she replied. "And that's the problem." "Why?" "Think about it," she starts slyly, "why would I be a detective in this town when you know the kind of person I am?" The young man frowned and gave the question some deep consideration. His eyes suddenly widened and he looked up at the girl. "Children that mug people on Halloween eve, detectives with wanted poster, people with foul attitude all over... It's a town ruled by anarchy!" "Exactly!" she exclaimed. "Just my kind of world, where the highest honor is to be corrupted authority and everything is a contest of popularity based on ill will; the most hated and despicable rule while the more moral and boring minds are just plain unacceptable. "Being a law-abider here is like being a criminal back where you're from, in other words," she adds with a wry smile. "If you're not scum, then you'll be treated like the darn literal thing." "As opposed to be a lowlife continually struggling for a high role amongst men of no honor?" he asks, visibly upset. Crossing his arms he pouts and turns his gaze away from her before finishing with, "No thanks; I'll stick to this." "I would rather you did," she answered. "Less competition that way." "What?" he asked confused. She waved her hand dismissively at him before walking away, while he stroke his chin wondering what she had meant by that. "Now listen to this," she started, "if we can fire up the olden time machine over at the antique shop, I can travel back to last night and meet him here at the store, just as he's attacking the driver." "Just you?" Pancho Watson asked. "Yeah, it only works on one person at a time and you need a large supply of magnifying minerals to increased the energy it sends out," she explained. "Being a witch with the power to create crystals out of thin air, I can naturally do this all on my own, but you can't, and I sure as heck won't be helping you anymore." "Whatever, let's just get on with it," he answered. So they headed to the antique shop and began working on the machine. After several hours, they were ready to use it. "How does this work, by the way?" Pancho Watson asked. "You just keep cranking the lever and a portal will open," the girl began, "a portal through which I will walk; once I'm through, I'll be in that place for as long as you keep cranking. Now you mustn't worry about overworking yourself- I'll be done with this in a snap." "Let's get to it then," he said as bit hesitant as he began cranking the machine. Miri-Sherlotta created a relatively large crystal and placed it in the slot where the energy focuses. The machine started but no portal as of yet. She made a larger crystal and replaced the first one with it. Light projected out, but nothing occurred. She removed this last crystal and placed and even bigger one in place. A ray of light shot through and a vortex opened in thin air. "Keep it going!" she commanded excitedly before leaping right through the vortex. The portal opened up in the same place where it was made, on the day before. The girl, grinning in devilish delight and dark intent, head out in her quest for vengeance. She exited the antique shop, though not before stuffing a single pocket with a couple of things. Her feet began the race as she hurried over to the store. Before long, the town seemed darker still. As she looked overhead, she noticed black clouds covering the moon. "I don't remember that happening over at the cemetery," she muttered. "Must be a quick spell." Rushing over to the store, she found that it had already been broken into. She hurried to the display glass and looked through it to find a wrecked car inside. Just as she approached it, the car was lifted and thrown outside with great force and speed, narrowly missing her head as she dropped to the ground. The vehicle was sent flying over the buildings rounding the town, flying miles away from the current location. She peered inside and her eyes widened as the silhouette of the Devil's Shadow rose up, all dramatic like. Her eyes soon looked like beaten eggs, all sparkly and yolky in admiration. The Devil's Shadow growled fiercely at the driver as he picked him up. The man already appeared to be dead as he fell like a rag doll the second he was let go of. The monstrous man looked over at the vault door and slightly tapped it with his claws before chuckling evilly. He turned around and stretches out large wings, only to be surprised by Mirifer Holmes. He dashed towards her and stomped on the ground in front of her. "Oh my goodness..." she breathed, not moving another muscle. He screeched at her with a blood-curling howl. It lunged a claw at her, aiming for her face. She rolled out of the way, barely evading the assault and stood. Before she could take a further look at him, he had already flown off and the clouds had vanished along with him. Minutes later, Pancho Watson stopped cranking the lever, exhausted by the labor. Miri-Sherlotta reappeared, laying down on the floor, her face red all over. He moved towards her and softly asked, "What did you find?" "He... almost killed me..." she mumbled, her eyes widened in fear. Pancho Watson didn't react to this statement; he merely stared at her motionless. "So you met him?" "His strength, his power... they surpassed mine... I could feel the energy around him exerting over me when he got up close..." she kept speaking as if in a trance. "I was surprised he didn't kill me... It was as if I had come face to face with an unholy demon... My heart was already pounding so hard I could barely hear a thing..." "Wow, you're really spooked, aren't you?" the boy laughed. "Spooked?" she sat up and looked at her friend vivaciously as her face reddened even more. "Try smitten!" "S... smitten?!" "Yes! He's the one for me!" she cheered. "What?!" Pancho Watson was clearly unhappy at the news he grabbed hold of her and made her face him as he gave her brief gentle shakes. "Are you nuts?! He could've killed you! How can you be in love with him?!" "I don't care what you think!" she answered delighted. "I love him!" "You should be afraid, not enamored!" he insisted. "Frightened?" she asked, as something snapped inside her. "Of course... he didn't do anything big last night because he's saving his best for tonight... Halloween! "Just consider the sheer brilliance behind it!" she continued. "There's not a single most powerful weapon than fear! Out of fear, the greatest of strengths can be beaten, so sure! Wait for the most horrifying night to strike fear into the hearts of others!" "Y-you're kidding me, right?" Pancho Watson asked, discouraged in his tone. "You're really that into him... and you honestly believe he'll be coming here tonight." "And I will capture his heart tonight as well," she said sweetly. "Just wait for me, my little devil!" She ran off towards the main plaza, with her partner unwillingly following. There went by the hours, with trick o' treating that led to massive aggressiveness, thefts and vandalizing, but nothing that was really out of the ordinary in this place. "It's almost midnight," the young man spoke, looking at his pocket watch. "It's gotta be around here..." she muttered, looking around. Almost heartbroken, the young lady ran off, her partner running after her. She climbed up a ladder, and unto the top of a brick roof. Recklessly, she rushed over to the middles of the roof and randomly began yelling, "Devil's Shadow! Devil's Shadow!" "He won't come here if you start acting all crazy," Pancho Watson tried to reason with her as he followed her all the way. "But... it worked... he's here..." she sobbed. "What do you mean?" The girl twirled and pointed at her companion with an index finger. "You're the Devil's Shadow!" "What?!" the boy blurted out. "What makes you say that?!" "You had something against the driver!" Mirifer Holmes declared. "But mostly, you just wanted to send a message to the kids that robbed you! And you weren't with me nor anywhere I walked through when the Devil's Shadow attacked the store! Plus, if you were evil, you'd be my perfect enemy!" "That's all the proof you have?" Pancho Watson asked her, the disbelief being palpable. "I know," she said. "I just have this nagging feeling on the back of my head telling me it's you, but I just can't seem to buy that..." "Maybe because I'm a law-abider?" he asked. "Yeah, that's why." "As far as you know," he answered. The girl froze then turned back. An evil smile was drawn upon his face as fangs grew out his lips. "No..." she whispered as she took a step back. In a sudden burst, his shirt ripped apart as his muscles grew; claws and large leathery wings spurted out and his eyes appeared to pierce through the darkness. "Well, that would explain your uneasiness when I mentioned the love thing..." she spoke casually. "It couldn't have been jealousy, you're not the jealous type." "Way to figure things out now," he hissed in a mocking tone as he slice through the air in flight and tackled her. Holding her by her neck, he laughed and screamed, "Who's bad now?!" "Obviously, not you," she replied with a smirk. Pancho Watson was angered by this comment and squeezed just slightly more. "What are you saying?!" "Kill me." The monstrous lad's grip soon loosened around her neck as he looked at her surprised. "Go ahead, kill me," she repeated. After a couple more minutes holding her up in the air, he gently placed her back on the floor. The second he removed his hands over her, she pushed a crystal she had materialized against his forehead and pressed a revolver's nozzle against it. "What was that you said about me being spooked rather than smitten?" she asked, feeling clever, or so her smug smile suggested. "You weren't trying to enamor me; you were trying to scare me. You're still too much of a goody-two-shoes to harm me in any way." This time around, he smiled confidently. This confused her briefly. "That's only one of the reasons I didn't hurt you," he said. "I confess I wanted to scare you, take you down a peg a bit; but the reason I didn't kill you is because no matter how much of a curse you are, I can't live without you. Literally. If you don't exist, I will simply die in the confines of Miracle's mind." "And I care about this because?" "Because you feel the same," he responded casually. "Otherwise, you would have shot first and explained later, yet you've finished explaining and haven't even flexed your finger in preparation for pulling the trigger." "That's because you're a demon," she retaliated. "You'll respawn if I shoot you anyway." "We both know I'm some sort of gargoyle... ish... abomination," he said, unsure of what exactly he had become. "Or... whatever... I'm still not a demon, though." "How about I prove you wrong and shoot you right now for furthering my heartbreak?!" she threatened, but he didn't budge a smidge. Finally, she sighed then chucked away the gun and the crystal, then looks at him as if nothing had just happened. "Oh, who am I kidding? Let's just get out of here. This place is starting to get boring." "Fine," he replied with a light smile as he picked her up and flew off. "So when exactly did you get corrupted?" she asked. "I honestly have no idea," he said. "I guess I was just miffed at you when we got here... Speaking of which, how do we get out?" "Eh... Just keep flying until you can see actual colors without the sepia effect," she said uninterested. "That should be enough."
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