Okay see i really had to clear up some things because Gala and Dahnles were currently in an awkward position.
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"Marzipan," Elilah murmured. "Marchpane. German. French." The dust got shoved aside as she kept writing. "Acerebral; without a brain. Ylem; the stuff of which the universe is made of. Zzxjoanw; a Maori drum and formidable Scrabble weapon."
"Hey."
"Xanthippe; a peevish woman. Usufruckt; the act of enjoying another's fruit of labour without damaging the property itself."
"Heyyyyy."
"Thelyphthoric: That which..which.."
"Heyyyyy.Heyyyy.Heyyy."
She looked at him.
"Oh. Uh.Uhhh....uhhh.......uh."
She lowered her pencil, and her antennae tipped back."What is it,Charles?"
One of his hands pointed one way. "So, i got pushed at some point," the other way, "uh," both in different directions," and,why,uh." both flopped back to their previous positions.
Gala was not exactly a person to smile lots, but her gaze softened in the presence of this silly puppy she was facing, which seemed to make him even more bumbling. She tilted her head.
"I was going to fall on you, because you lack the ability to make up your mind." And also i was going to touch you and sent both of us, especially me to this other dimension i do not deserve to be stuck in forever. She turned back to her pencilling and watched bemusedly as the wind whipped it away and sent her jewels bobbing.
He kneeled and retraced everything she had written with his finger in the dirt.Gala's arms flopped limply as he drew everything back, and then put both hands on the ground and looked up at her
"You spelled thelyphthoric wrong." She stalked away, not exactly angry but really confused.
What is his point? Why the hell....by Gullyinn's mystique and fire,Griffon's shades and pride and Godith's wings and temper* does he prefer to rings around this draco? The hell? Go around and deploy another ten million ways to be all wrapped up in the eaertian-shroud and lock**? Bamboozle some other gi-g-g-
Elilah stopped short when the dusty ground gave way to a cliff which gave her an epic view of the very losing Patapons.
What? Don't they have a general or something? Whats-his-name- the Hero? I don't know. I haven't played for such a long time that...shut up,Gala.
She turned worriedly in a circle, and a wild Charles appeared.
Wow,i should do that more often.
"Charles," she said at length," so why are you and all the rest losing?"
He perked up. "What? Oh that. See a long time ago- a day, you know?- a long time ago we tried to go hunting and nothing happened and we just stood there in the cold and this Mogyu said that Gala(Elilah's looked away) usually did wait for a bit to strike at the right time but this was just ridiculous and this Mofu said that he couldn't feel a thing and the Mogyu told him to shut up and the Koppen said that he was right (the Mofu) and then the Mogyu turned to the Fumya who said that why the Robopons were with us and the Nyontama (who was also a robopon) said that everyone must have eaten a Hazy Shroom and then the Pyopyo said that that made as much sense as a leaf was wide and then the Fumya said that his spear was stuck to his hand and the Mogyu sighed,like, really loudly and touched it with his fire thing and it fell off and then he said oh screw this i'm going so he left but then came back and he was running and said OH MY ALMIGHTY RUN THE OTHER WAYYY and the Nyontama said what and then he said FREAKING BEETLE and they all started running and-"
"Charrrrlesssssss."
"Oh.Um. The drums won't work."
Gala's antennae stretched out. "I can fix that."
She made her way down the cliff and dusted herself off upon reaching the bottom,then took up her pencil and started to draw.
"Whaaaat are you doing."
Gala didn't look up as she drew four circles in a diamond pattern. "Helping."
She sketched a messy line connecting the shapes, and drew an X,an O, a square and a triangle, then stepped out of the ring.
The curved line connecting the circles glowed a rich gold, and turned into a more perfect version. The lopsided circles righted themselves and popped out from the ground, now forming four buttons. The light died away.
"Hey..." said Dahnles,from behind."Those symbols..."
Gala stepped back into the ring and raised her pencil high over her head, but paused by the imminent question posed by Charles. "What do they do?" "Fix your problem," Elilah purred, and he blinked.Then she bobbed the fat pencil over the square,like an experienced golfer, and smacked the end onto the button.
A loud,rolling PATA rumbled across the sky, and a red,spiky word floated above Gala's head for a few heartbeats, then promptly faded away. Dahnles's face went slack.
Gala looked amused, then quickly tapped out the sequence,"PON-PATA-PON-PATA", then looked up again.BUt she ended up staring at empty air; Dahnles had left her in the dust,shrieking, "RUN!AHOY!"
For the first time in this place, she grinned.
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* The proper dragon way of saying, 'what the ruddy hell does he-she want?' (Short version- By Gullyinn's fire, why does he/she want to run rings around this draco?)
** A slightly difficult to translate saying, roughly meaning 'why does he/she need to be so confusing?'
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(unedited)The Six of Worlds( a mash of my fav stuff) *written when i was 9*
Fanfiction*WARNING.* I wrote this litterbag of plotholes, Mary Sues,copyright infringement crimes,unfeeling feely moments, and story harder to follow then Smurfs when i was a tender nine year old. Read at own risk! ********************************************...
