Cole looked to the newcomers, fidgeting with his hands a little, then lowering his head slightly, rocking on his heels. "We're trying to figure out how to get past the...things on the roads," he said softly, keeping his gaze turned away. "I...think. There's a lot of thoughts swirling about."
He looked to the naga, then the elf, offering a timid bit of a smile. "That was very clever, how you solved it. You aren't hurt, are you?"
"The name's Hol Horse, but I'm gonna ask the same question," he said gruffly, but still a bit cautiously. "Who the heck are you all?! Y'all don't seem fazed with there being a living dinosaur right in front of you!" He raised his arms in exasperation, and continued, "I mean, I'm no stranger to the bizarre, but all of this is a little out there. Excuse me for seeing a living, talking dinosaur and thinking that it's gonna kill me, because where I come from they're not common!"
He calmed himself down a bit, swiping off some of the sweat from his brow. Of course, the little sweat droplets sprouted legs upon hitting the ground and started running away, but he didn't notice that. These people didn't seem too keen on keeping him a prisoner, but it wouldn't hurt to get on their good sides. Heaving with a deep sigh, he said, "Look, right before I came to whatever this place is supposed to be, I was in a bad situation, so I was rightfully on edge."
edited 18th Mar '16 1:12:46 AM by wikkit
Shiara paused at the road outside the library, finally catching up to her curious kitten. Nightwitch began to investigate the strange things on the road, trying to play tag, before finally disappearing underneath one of the wheeled things. Looking in her bundle, she saw a long piece of rope, with a hook on the end. However, she wouldn't be able to throw it far enough to latch on anything useful.
That was when she noticed a large ogre nearby, and figured it was worth a shot. She called out to the ogre, and waited for him to respond.
[TOP SECRET]Stinkfly smiled. "Hey, Rex! Me, Sans, Caro and Zelda here were going to go try and solve today's challenge," he explained to Rex, gesturing to the plaque on Miss Tairee's desk. "We have to beat this king at his own game and as a reward we apparently get phone service or something. Not that I have a phone, but there are a bunch of people that do." He smirked at the trapped Bill Cipher. "This guy threatened me the other day. He caused a bit of panic today. Caused quite the show but I kept him glued to his seat."
It was at this moment that the naga girl managed to make her way into the library. "Hey, it's me, the transforming human from yesterday. Name's Ben Tennyson," he told the naga. "This is the library, and that," he greeted, gesturing to Miss Tairee, "is the librarian I was talking about. Take a look around, Miss.... uh...." he insisted, trailing off because he had not been introduced to the naga yet.
I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither."This day doesn't seem safe at all," Sadness remarked nervously, flinching hard as an explosion of some sort went off outside. She looked around at the library, at Stinkfly, at the absolutely furious Miss Tairee. "But, um, it's not all that great here either."
She had been keeping a watchful eye on everyone but Mary, but it might have been HK who unnerved her the most, due to both his proximity and the fact that he didn't seem to be human. She went around Mary to stand by him and raised her voice to talk through her nervousness, interrupting his applause.
"Uh—what are you?"
Currently writing something. Currently procrastinating.City of???????: Outside the Library: Day Six: Back to the Classics.
The Mad Mask looked around at his new environment will little interest. "If such a being can kidnap enough people to fill a city and owned some kind of pocket dimension. Then it should be no surprise that the pocket dimension can be changed at its owners will at anytime. The Mad Mask wonders how such a being could exist. And could the Mad Mask find away to become something like him? Most likely not though. He would either have to be an idiot or an egomaniac to summon other beings that could defeat him or could become his equal." The Mad Mask thought out loud.
"But the Mad Mask can not linger here any longer. The Mad Mask must find others who are men of science. But they can never be as brilliant as the Mad Mask is and will always be." He then walked over towards the street and saw the cars. "Those were not here yesterday. They might be a new item that the owner of this pocket dimension like place could have added for the amusement of the other residents of this place."
edited 19th Mar '16 7:38:58 AM by watdakstomp
The man of a million outdated referencesHK noticed some kind of strange tiny looking alien asked him what he was, did these meatbags don't know the concept of a droid or what?
"Annoyed Answer: As you can clearly see by my durasteel plating," HK then knocked on his chassis 3 times...with the sound of an hammer hitting an anvil
to accompany it, the droid stared in confusion for a few moments, and after a while gave a sigh. "I am clearly a droid, do you come from a pre-spaceflight civilization to not know what a droid is, meatbag?"
edited 18th Mar '16 12:20:06 PM by Darkomega245
"So this thing is a troublemaker, eh?" Plague Knight said in response to Ben's description of previous events. The alchemist already as planning something for Cipher, but would have to wait until everyone was not watching......no to mention that his bombs have been chatterboxes since they gained the gift of voice.....
He then observed as the naga and someone else managed to cross the street by being simply tossed over. The knight noticed the new symbol.
"I see you have changed your group insignia," he said to the snake girl. "Not very imaginative, but it is quite ingenious in its simplicity and blunt clarity."
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!The Library
While everyone seemed to be distracted, he shrunk down to a slightly shorter size until he shook off the goo. He really hoped that everyone would be too caught up with their own drama to notice him. However, he did make a mental note to try to knock off Plague Knight's mask whenever he had the chance.
The legend has returned."I am lieutenant Wells, though I suppose my rank is currently superfluous" the British man answered Hol Horse. "And we've all had a rough experience being pulled into this strange city; that's no excuse to go shooting off at every intimidating fellow you see. You're just going to have to get used to seeing the unordinary around here" lieutenant Wells explained to him.
"I think I'm fine" the naga woman said calmly towards Cole, glancing over at the elf who was now picking himself off the sidewalk and stumbling into the library. "Tuudol, how are you holding up?" she asked him as he entered.
"I've been better, but I think I'll be okay" the elf muttered, making his way over to one of the chairs to sit down.
The naga woman then turned and narrowed her eyes as Stinkfly made himself known as Ben. "You again? This city can't be that small" the naga woman said, slithering past Stinkfly as she added, "I am Silanea." She then glanced over at Plague Knight as he made his comment about the new insignia. "All that matters is that it is clearly recognizable, is it not?" she added, somewhat rhetorically.
Meanwhile, just outside and across the street, the two-headed ogre was turning to leave but paused as Shiara tried to get his attention. "Huh?" the left head asked. "What do you want?" the right head added. Shiara would now see that on the ogre's belt was the word, 'human' with a line crossing it out.
You are reading this.Cole watched the naga go by, sort of leaning up onto his tiptoes, starting to murmur softly. "Silanea. Silanea Silanea Sil-AH-nea, Sil-ah-NE-a...Sil-AHHHH-nea. Sss, sss sss sss, my teeth want to whistle on the ssstart. Sssssssilanea. Ssssslaaaaa. Sla sla sla sla. It's like a song, up and down, ssssliding..."
He didn't seem to be addressing her, just kind of rocking back and forth on his feet and chattering to himself, eyes unfocused as he folded his hands behind his back.
According to Ben, the triangle was a troublemaker and had tried to kill him yesterday. Now, the kid had created a group to deal with a king and beat him at his own game, part of the challenge of the day and all that. It included Zelda, Sans, Caro, and of course, himself. Rex didn't have any idea who Sans and Caro where.
"Wait, what's his 'game' exactly? Are we supposed to fight him? And who are those other people you mentioned?"
The serpent-girl and leader of the anti-human group (they really needed a better name) entered the building by rolling herself into a ball and bouncing all the way. Physics were also going to be ignored today, that might come in handy later.
"Look who it is. The stubborn snake-girl. Nice outfit, by the way. Having 'Human' crossed out instead of a proper logo is a bit bland but gets the point across and you really need to work on your name. Maybe something like AHG, or something"
Shiara saw heard the orge respond, and walking carefully up to him,looked in his eyes and said:
"I am Shiara, a fire witch, and I was wondering if you would mind throwing this hook to where it can latch onto something? I would really like to be able to cross the road."
She spoke gently and quietly, profering the rope slightly below the ogre's sightline, as she had been taught.
[TOP SECRET]"Hey, Rick, uh, w-what are you doing there?" Rick was currently hunched over one of the library tables, fiddling with a pile of spare parts that he'd taken out of his workshop earlier. His grandfather had slouched off into a corner, ignoring the increasingly grating cartoon mayhem in favour of a stiff drink and a screwdriver.
"Okay, Morty, take *urp* take a, a, gander at this." Rick held up the half-finished device in the air- at first glance, it resembled some kind of goofy clockwork gizmo. "It's a comedy detector."
"A... what?" Morty tried to touch the device, only for his grandfather to whip it away and take another shot note .
"Ah-ah-ah, Morty, 's not *urp* done yet." Rick grabbed a dancing screw of the table and jammed it into a piece of metal. "This *urp* this comedy king, whatever, he's probably gonna be the quote-unquote 'funniest' guy in the city," explained Rick, making the requisite sarcastic hand motions, "but we gotta, you know, f-find him first." Rick squinted as he wrapped a few wires around each other.
"Wow. I mean, uh, a c-comedy detector? How does that even-"
Rick rolled his eyes at the request, as if Morty had just asked him to explain the complexities of adding two and two. "Alright, Morty, look - th-this thing, it senses the distOURGHition of the laws of physics within a mile radius or so. Inexplicable pies to the face, getting turn-turning flat if you get hit by something, falling out- falling out of the sky after looking down, you-you get the picture." Morty nodded hesitantly, not really understanding but going along with it anyway.
"So, you know, hopefully, if we- we go out into the city and start, well, looking for this asshole, then the sooner we can... f-fight *urp* fight him, and win, and get on with our goddamn lives. One more *hic* step in the direction." Rick's hands were a blur - literally, in this case, a cartoony blur of dust-cloud that conveniently obscured any actual motion taking place and saving a few extraneous cels of animation. In a few seconds, he'd finished assembling the so-called comedy detector; in keeping with the apparent theme of the day, the machine resembled some kind of wacky handheld amalgam of gears, cogs, and miscellaneous bells which didn't actually seem to do anything useful. Rick pushed a button; a panel opened on the top of the device, revealing a comically oversized clock face note perched atop a coily jack-in-the-box style spring.
"So yeah." Rick slouched back in his chair, belched, and took another shot... before hitting his flask over the head, causing the bottle to wheeze back into shape while making accordion noises. In accordance, the clock hands flickered slightly, presumably in response to the bonk on the head.
"Boy, Rick. I mean, uh, I-I-I hope this makes things, y'know, simple - a little bit simpler, because, otherwise, it'd be a re-real chore to find this guy. Wh-whaddya say we st-start looking?"
Rick took another shot and tossed the device into Morty's hands. "Yeah, Morty, I mean, knock yourself out, I guess." The scientist got up and slouch-staggered to the door, wiping some stale liquid from his perpetually-stained chin. "Yo, HK, dog, we-we're heading out," he announced to the group, and the robot in particular. "Gonna find... this guy, whatever. I mean, it's not perfect, Morty. Th-this thing, it's a prototype." Morty blinked down at the machine in his hands; Rick threw his hands up in the air in exasperation.
"Oh, don't give me that. Y-you think anybody else in the multiverse could've built this in a few minutes, Morty? Huh? You think it's easy? It's easy buildin' all this shit from constantly *urp* constantly changing odds and ends, stranded in the sphincter of the multiverse?"
"N-no, it's just that..."
"Look, all I'm saying is that it might not work correctly. Dimensional bleed, background comedy radiation... j-just don't put all your *urp* eggs in one basket, Morty, because the king of comedy, he's gotta be one *urp* craaaaaaaaafty fox."
"What? A-a fox? He's, like, h-he's a talking fox?" Morty opened the door and stared blankly at the swaying cartoon city and wildly swerving cars.
"Metaphor, Morty. It's a metaphor."
"Oh. Uh, I-I mean, that's good, right? Do we have a plan for, uh, wh-when we meet 'im?"
"Oh, I got a plan, alright, Morty. I'm gonna comedy school this sonofabitch."
edited 18th Mar '16 9:28:17 PM by Locoman
Stinkfly stared at Cole strangely, then shook his head. "I don't know what sort of game it's talking about. But Sans, Caro and Zelda are other people here," he told Rex. He gestured to each one as he said their names. "We were gonna go check out the city to see if we couldn't find this king, I kinda got distracted by the triangle guy, and then you showed up." He buzzed anxiously. "I'm tired of waiting! Let's get going and search for this guy before I—"
At that moment, he was sucked back into his Omnitrix, the sounds of cartoon violence erupted from the device as it shook, and then it unceremoniously dumped Ben out in his human form.
"...... turn back," Ben muttered, sounding exasperated with the watch. "Seriously?!"
I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither.Grimlock; Dino mode
The Streets
It seemed that the man didn't really need to answer him as he just stood up and dusted himself. The man then held his six-shooter out for the soldier to try and pry out of his grip. As he said, it wouldn't work as the soldier's hand just passed through it. Wait...did that mean the six-shooter was a ghost gun? He didn't get much time to think about that as the man, introducing himself as Hol Horse, started shouting and "explaining" himself.
He thought the name was a fitting one. He liked to make holes in others and so far has been horsing around.
The soldier introduced himself as Lieutenant Wells. He had a point that the ranking was pretty much moot, but he was the same rank as Bumblebee. He felt a little less homesick at the thought. So he did a salute, his arm somehow getting longer so he could do it properly.
"It's nice to meet you, Lt. Wells," he said. It might come off as mocking, especially with his current voice, but he honestly meant that. He stopped his salute and said, "Name's Grimlock." Then to Hol, after Wells' comment. "Yeah, they're lot weirder stuff in here than me. Like a talking triangle."
A moment passed. He was tempted to say he was a Dinobot but decided against it. Hol was obviously stressed.
"You said you had a dream... That dream... Make it come true! ... If anyone can, it's you!" - N (shortened) Oh, and I'm a girl.Sans told the two who weren’t amused to lighten up a bit like Lune did, which almost reminded her of Mio Sasuga. She commanded the Lord of Earth, Zamzeed, and made many jokes like Sans did. Sans also reminded the group of their original task: find the King and beat him at his own game.
Caro had asked if they were alright. Lune nodded and replied, “We’re perfectly fine. We just need a way to cross without getting hit.”
Turns out Zelda had a sense of humor, but she’s the type of person who gets upset when she’s the butt of the joke. She somehow also lost her harp in the chaos.
Ben had spotted the tortilla chip from yesterday mumbling about how he had deserved what’s coming to him and picked a fight with him. Sans had asked if they should break up the fight. Fortunately for Sans, the fight ended as suddenly as it began. Ben had spat out some sticky goo, gluing the triangle to the ground before the fight got too out of hand. He also asked if they should find the king or not. Lune was too busy looking around the library to notice the tortilla chip sneaking off.
A group of nonhumans entered and Ben greeted them. He introduced himself and explained the library to the group, who promptly introduced themselves. The elf was Tuudol and the naga was Silanea.
Rex asked what game the king was playing, and asked if the group was supposed to fight him or not. He also asked who the newcomers in the group were before commenting on the logo of the anti-human protestors. In the meantime, Rick and Morty were talking about a device Rick had made to sniff out the King. Ben got changed back into his human form, which sucked because they needed a way to cross the streets without getting hit by those book-cars.
Library -> Outside
Thankfully, both Zelda and Lune seemed to be fine, though the former was worried about losing her harp. " That's tough. Hopefully it didn't get damaged or too far. I'll be on the lookout for it too once we go outside."
Ben presumably was fine too, since he had gotten into a fight with some weird triangle shaped creature, who pretty much admitted to causing the book car accident. Ben had suceeded in trapping them, so that situation looked pretty much resolved for now.
Then a new guy came, with Ben referring to him as Rex and then asking him if he would to join their group to find the King and face his challenge. Rex asked who Ben was referring to. Ben then gestured to Sans, Zelda and herself. Unfortunately, it seemed that Ben's transformation had some sort of time limit, since he suddenly turned back into his normal self.
Caro turned to Rex and bowed slightly before him, introducing herself and Fried as usual, " It's nice to meet you. I'm Caro and this is Fried."
Then she took several steps towards the exit, before turning around to face thr group and saying, " Well, let's get going for now, shall we? We have spent a lot of time here already. We need to find this King and solve his challenge."
Silanea looked over at Cole with some confusion and irritation, before looking to Rex and folding her arms. "Huh, so you were telling the truth about being a young man rather than a boy. You don't seem much more mature than a boy, however" Silanea said to him, slithering around him in a circle. "The purpose is more important than the name; besides, we can't agree on a snappy way to summarize 'non humans who want humans to leave them alone'" she went on, taking another glance around the whole room, and this time taking note of Brother Marcus near the central desks.
"Even he's here?" Silanea asked with a hiss. "I'm beginning to think that coming here was a mistake" she muttered, her arms out to either side as if ready to fight.
Brother Marcus of course took notice of this, and glared at her with an especially angry expression on his face plate. "I will gladly put you in your place, xenos scum, should you even dare" Brother Marcus warned her, drawing his bolt pistol and aiming it up into the air as he loaded a magazine into it.
"Yes! Finally! I am loaded! Now let us shoot the xeno filth!" his bolt pistol chirped enthusiastically.
Meanwhile, Tuudol the elf had just settled into a chair but upon seeing the situation got right back out of it and prepared to hoof it out of the library if need be. He noticed a cat wandering around the tables and chairs nearby, but needed to pay attention to what else was going on.
Outside the library, the ogre raised one eyebrow each with both heads as Shiara introduced herself. "Fire witch?" his left head muttered. "Like a witch doctor?" his right head added in. He took the end of the rope in one hand and looked at it with his left head while his right head glanced across the street.
"Not a lot of places it could latch onto..." his right head thought out loud; indeed, the only thing on the other side of the street just there was the library, and there were no features of it the hook could latch onto besides the roof, about fifty feet up. His two heads then looked at each other. "Worth a shot" his left head said, giving a shrug. Taking a step back from Shiara, he started swinging his arm around to wind up- which promptly turned into a solid circle of movement, much to the apparent surprise of both his heads. As it stopped and he let go, the hook went rocketing off at a ludicrous speed in an arc over the library, the rope trailing behind it.
"That don't seem ri-woAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" As the uncoiling of the rope caught up with the other end that the ogre was still holding, an absolute defiance of Newtonian physics followed as the momentum of the hook yanked the ogre into the air along with the rope. The good news for Shiara was that in a last ditch flail of his arm, the ogre had grabbed her and she went along for the ride, taking her across the street; the bad news for Shiara was that she got yanked across the street through the air because the ogre had grabbed her, and both of them crashed through one of the glass panes on the first floor, leaving perfect outlines of themselves in it.
This got the attention of Silanea, Tuudol, and Brother Marcus. And of course Miss Tairee, who gave a frustrated, "wah wah wuh!" with more curse symbols flying from her mouth.
That event, along with others like it, was making Rick's machine go hayware with readings all over the place. Getting a lead on any specific source of comedic physics breaking was not really going to be possible given the circumstances of the city around them.
Lieutenant Wells glanced at Grimlock, a little surprised at the salute, but in a seemingly pleased way. "You can consider yourself at ease" lieutenant Wells told Grimlock, half jokingly, before turning his attention to Hol Horse and waiting for whatever the bounty hunter had to say next.
You are reading this.Ben, probably against his better judgment (but when did Ben ever listen to his better judgment?), stepped in between Silanea and Brother Marcus. "Cool it! Both of you!" he stated, sternly. "You said if they changed their logo you'd stop fighting each other! Look. We have more important things to deal with right now. A bunch of us are looking for the king of this day to try and beat him and his own game, and—" he started to explain.
Then the ogre and the witch crashed through the window. Ben jumped back in surprise. "Whoa!" he exclaimed, wincing and trying to make sure he didn't get hit with any shards of broken glass. Luckily for him, it seemed that in cartoons glass was pretty harmless and didn't shatter, only leave comical holes for people to smash through.
I can still hail the Horde even though the company has shamed us. Strength and Honor even if Blizzard has neither.The ultramarine and the snake-girl made it clear that they still hated each other. Sure, Rex still didn't like Marcus but starting a fight in a library full of innocent people against someone that could literally kill her in seconds wasn't the smart move from Silanea.
"Come on guys, don't start a fight. Our true enemy is Tairee's boss"
"Speaking of which" he walked to Tairee's desk and asked her "How does this 'king' look like?"
Rex then noticed a cat walking near the tables and chairs of the library not caring about thew strange people that were in the building.
"Please don't tell me it's the cat"
Out of nowhere a big guy and a girl busted through one of the windows in the first floor making the shards of glass fly everywhere. Rex instinctively protected his face with his arms.
"What was that?"
edited 19th Mar '16 8:26:01 AM by DeisTheAlcano
"Now now," Plague Knight said to Silanea and Marcus, "let us not get too hasty. It is best to save your energies for whatever challenges the creator of this realm has in store for this day - "
It was then suddenly a two headed giant crashed through the window with someone else, shattering the glass but leaving perfect silhouettes of their bodies upon the window itself.
"I think it would be best to leave to find this king now," he said. "It has not been two hours and already I very much tire of all this weirdness."
DAMMIT MARK, STOP HITTING HELPY!!

Raising an eyebrow, the soldier attempted to take Emperor from Hol Horse and indeed found that his hand simply passed right through it as if it weren't there. "Hmph. A reckless gunman who is impossible to disarm; sounds almost as bad as that big armored xenophobe" the soldier muttered, shaking his head. "Well then, just who are you anyway? And have you anything to say to explain yourself?" he questioned Hol Horse, folding his arms; they ended up twisted around each other a few times due to the cartoonish nature of the day.
As Miss Tairee was finishing her more slowly typed out message, it became evident to everyone else that Bill was the one responsible for the flaming car, making her message about it redundant. Letting out a sigh of frustration, (which ended up sounding more like a very brief blow on a tuba) Miss Tairee grabbed a book from another part of her desk and started flipping through it, evidently checking on some things.
Meanwhile, Brother Marcus glanced at Ben after his question with a slightly surprised and somewhat concerned expression. Ben went off to fight the strange triangle thing before Marcus could answer, which worked out for him as he actually didn't particularly want to. "It is troubling indeed if this place holds information on Chaos so easily obtained..." Brother Marcus muttered to himself, then turned his attention to Gon as the man spoke up again. "I do not think this is a task that can be sped up by multiple people. But you have my thanks for the offer" the space marine told Gon.
Then Brother Marcus turned to the central desks to address Miss Tairee. "You there? You are the one working for our captor? I demand information on them and this prison they've locked us in" Brother Marcus said firmly, his helmet eyebrows furrowing in slight anger.
Miss Tairee held up a finger and muttered a, "wuh wuh" then handed Brother Marcus one of the pamphlets to read while she started typing up more messages.
Meanwhile just outside, after watching the quick fight go down, the naga woman conferred with her two companions for a few moments, apparently finally coming up with an idea for crossing the street. Or at least, getting two of them across. The naga woman coiled her body down into a ball which ended up perfectly spherical, then the two headed ogre picked her up and tossed her across the street like a basketball; she bounced off the sidewalk on the other side and went through one of the revolving doors, bouncing again and again a good quarter of the way into the room before abruptly uncoiling with a quick pop! noise. The elf was tossed as well, but just whacked into the sidewalk outside, his face flattening against the pavement comically.
"Well, that's one way I guess" the naga woman muttered to herself as she dusted herself off, creating small dust clouds around herself that most certainly contained more dust than she could have gathered during those bounces. "Now, what's going on in here?" she asked nobody in particular, looking around the large lobby. Now that they were closer, it was clear that both the naga woman and the elf had the word 'human' written on an article of clothing and then crossed out in some fashion; in the naga's case, an armband, while for the elf it was on his shirt sleeve.
You are reading this.