team-up?!!˙ And then maybe date??!!˙ And then marry up?!!!Oh yes. This is the next-generation universe we need!
And then have babies?!!!˙ LNH/NTB Babies?!!!!!!
(Okay.˙ Probably none of that will happen -- but there will
probably be a pink fuzzy trenchcoat...)
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ A Net.Trenchcoat.Brigade - Wrath of the Administrator CrossoverVERTICAL PLAIN - Special #1 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ 'Hi guys!˙ I'm back!" said the figure, clad in a white
shirt and jeans, and a wide red belt.˙ He has wavy black hair and is
wearing round sunglasses with a circled 'A's on each lens.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ Brousing Boy looks up and spits out his his chocolate milk.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "It's Kid Eternity!"
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "No, it's me!˙ Kid Anarky!" explained the figure.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Hi guys! 'Sup?" says KA, plopping himself into a chair.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Er... hi.˙ May we help you?" says Panta.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Panta!˙ Pli!˙ Er.. Curly.˙ It's me!" explained KA.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "That's all good and well.˙ And you would be...?"
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "C'mon guys!˙ I was only gone for a month..." whined Kid Anarky.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ Pliable Lad and Panta looked at each other and a smile spread
across both their faces.˙ They looked back at Kid Anarky.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Just kidding!" said Pliable Lad, messing up KA's hair.
Meanwhile, Panta had lept over the table and was hugging him.˙ Curly...
well, continued to look happy.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ No doubt about it.˙ He would have to sever any chances of them teaming up.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Now who," he contemplated, "in the LNH, wears a trenchcoat...?"
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "By the way, I really appreciate you and Panta visiting me a few times while I was.... resting." said Kid Anarky.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Hey, no problem.˙ We're the Net.Patrol.˙ Gotta stick together, right?"
Pliable Lad had a hint of doubt in his voice, because he knew he had yet
to prove himself.˙ He hadn't gone on any real adventure with Panta and Kid Anarky yet, and was beginning to wonder if the 'Net.Patrol' was little
more than a concept in Kid Anarky's head...
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Hoi doc.˙ My trenchcoat!˙ I'm sure I left my only other
trenchcoat right here!" Kid Anarky said while indication the closet.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Well," started the doctor, "it's not as if you have a lot of
places to lose it in here...˙ It must have gained sentience and left."
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "What?"
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "While you were gone, as a bizarre by product of your powers, coupled
with the waves of humiliation it was subjected to during the 'W'-word scandal, it obviously gained sentience and is now even as we speak
plotting to take over the earth."
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Er... Ok doc, sure..." Kid Anarky said.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "No, that's not it... It's been kidnapped by a nemesis who..."
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Kid Anarky..." started the figure.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Hey guy.˙ Nice coat.˙ You consider selling it?"
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ The figure stopped and sighed.˙ Then he started again.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "All will be explained.˙ For now you have other matters awaiting you.˙ You are at a critical point in your life, and things may not go as
you expect. ˙ Whatever you do, do _not_" a brief smile seemed to cross the Stranger's face momentarily, "use a Plot Device.˙ It could prove disastrous."
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ After that encounter, Kid Anarky had found a person he deemed as knowledgable in these weird mystical experiences...
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Sounds like the Dvandom Stranger to me." said Occultism Kid, chewing on a hot dog.
˙"So, what're you gonna do?" he asked, looking up
from his meal.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "What else?˙ Find a plot device..."
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ And beside, that suggestion about the Plot Device wasn't very
subtle at all.˙ No the Stranger's style.˙ It sounded almost as if he was _daring_ Kid A to use it.˙ But the Stranger didn't have a sense of humour. Did he?
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Panta, you're great!" In a single action Kid Anarky hugged and kissed Panta on the cheek, grabbed the dufflebag and was off running to
find a
plot device.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ It was pink.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ He couldn't believe he had let himself get overly optimistic, but
he had been shocked when he had opened the bag to find... this.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ It looked absolutely horrendous on him.˙ It's fuzzy fluorescent pinkness clashed so badly with his blue and grey bodysuit as to give any onlooker an immediate headache.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ Uncertain what to do next, he simply pressed the large red button
on the Plot Device.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ As waves of crackling energy flowed from his hands, his arms, his body, into the small gadget, he suddenly realized that no-one had ever
used it inside the HQ before...
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ Then he exploded.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ "Oooooooo.˙ Neat." ˙said Curly from underneath Kid Anarky's bed before he curled up into a ball and fell asleep again.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ The world had seemed to explode around Kid Anarky.˙ But everything seemed much better now.˙ The fact that he was zooming away from the earth
and into the sun didn't bother him.˙ The fact that he didn't seem to have
a body didn't bother him. The fact that he might well be dead didn't bother him.˙ What _did_ bother him was that none of this bothered him at all.˙ It all felt natural to him.
˙ ˙ ˙ ˙ Suddenly he was in a physical body again.˙ He seemed to be in a very
scummy lavatory.˙ Realizing he was alive and sane, after a few minutes of contemplation on the subject, he decided this would be an opportune time
and place to pass out.
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