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paixaorpg2010-11-13 07:33 pm
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Fear is Only in Our Minds... [Complete!]
Character(s): Jake, and Toph
Content: The fog has affected him as he tries to protect himself from alien attackers only he can see. Toph runs into him, thinking it's a wild animal that busted out of a zoo to scare the natives first.
Setting: Along the northern region of the city
Time: Week 26, mid-week, too early in morning
Warnings: A scared boy’s mind and soul sharing a mind and body with an aggressive tiger. Better stand clear of those teeth and claws!
It wasn’t long after he left his room at Irelia Apartments II. There was no room in his head to be concerned about leaving his journal device on as he sprinted on all fours in the cobblestone streets. What did pass as a brief thought; if Jake doesn’t survive this fight, he may not have to worry about paying the building’s owners for any damage done onto the apartment door.
He fought his way down the stairs at the Controllers that were obviously sent to terminate him, to burn and vaporize him. With a paw the size of a small frying pan, he swiped at the nearest Hork-Bajir in the chest, then attacked the ones past it. The three he saw were armed with handheld Dracon Beams—roughly to the equivalent of phasers on Star Trek. They were seven-foot tall creatures with snake-like heads and necks; their mouths ended as hooked beaks on various birds of prey. Razor sharp blades raked forward on their heads as more were swept back on their elbows and wrists. Their spiked tail blades were straight out to balance themselves on their Tyrannosaurus feet. More blades he knew all too well were visible on their ankles and knees.
Without the Yeerk slugs wrapped around their brains, these guys were peaceful and kind by default, using their blades only to strip the bark from trees. Those vile, ruthless slugs from a faraway galaxy had enslaved the majority of them, using them as the shock troops within the entire Yeerk Empire.
Jake had been all too careful not to let his cover slip to anyone about what he could do. Not a single word came from his mouth around anyone about them. And he hadn’t mentioned anything about them in the journals. However, SOMEHOW, they knew that Jake was a threat to them. Did they know the truth about him? Did a Human-Controller happen to see him morph?!
I’m dead. I am so dead. This worry led him to start worrying about the possibility of Visser Three lurking somewhere within Paixao. As far as he knew, none of his friends were around to help him. No backup.
If there were three Hork-Bajir left wounded and bloodied—a miracle that Jake received no wounds—then he didn’t doubt that there would be more out there.
Where was all this fog coming from, anyway? Some parts of the domed “sky” only looked real. Yet somehow felt warm and sunny during the day. There was a yellow orb that looked a lot like the sun in an actual sky back home moved, the clouds drifting by moved as they were supposed to, but Jake had seen past the illusion through falcon eyes. Nothing about this environment apart from the water was designed by nature.
Turning on some dry ice machines as part of some kind of entrapment couldn’t be something that Visser Three would come up with. Why would he bother? He was confident on getting at him with his own monster morphs not from his world—some of them capable of mauling and eating tigers and bears with little effort. That’s what was so scary about Visser Three. He was the only one who successfully claimed an Andalite as a host. He was the only Yeerk with the power to turn into any living animal he touched.
Coming out from the shadows in between houses, apartments, and shops on both sides of the street were more Controllers. Forget about the stupid fog! You have to bail, Jake. MOVE! Go where? Going back was definitely not an option.
Not only were there at least a dozen Hork-Bajir, but Taxxons too—massive wide yellow centipedes on bent traffic cone colored legs from the back. Short sets lobster claws stuck out from the upper halves of their bodies that stood erect. Their red round eyes wriggled like Jell-O in anticipation, their round mouths aligned with many teeth open.
Jake as the tiger bared his teeth and snarled. Then he let loose a roar that would make most people tremble and run the other way. The tiger himself was not afraid. Concerned, maybe a little worried, but not afraid. Jake clung to this courage as he had so very little. He became aware of the realization on there being a slim chance of going back home, let alone getting out of this alive...
The thick fog was getting to the Animorph as he had no idea in the slightest that what he saw was all in his head. Both human and tiger as one were pumped with adrenaline to go forth and leap at the closest enemy that did not exist.
Content: The fog has affected him as he tries to protect himself from alien attackers only he can see. Toph runs into him, thinking it's a wild animal that busted out of a zoo to scare the natives first.
Setting: Along the northern region of the city
Time: Week 26, mid-week, too early in morning
Warnings: A scared boy’s mind and soul sharing a mind and body with an aggressive tiger. Better stand clear of those teeth and claws!
It wasn’t long after he left his room at Irelia Apartments II. There was no room in his head to be concerned about leaving his journal device on as he sprinted on all fours in the cobblestone streets. What did pass as a brief thought; if Jake doesn’t survive this fight, he may not have to worry about paying the building’s owners for any damage done onto the apartment door.
He fought his way down the stairs at the Controllers that were obviously sent to terminate him, to burn and vaporize him. With a paw the size of a small frying pan, he swiped at the nearest Hork-Bajir in the chest, then attacked the ones past it. The three he saw were armed with handheld Dracon Beams—roughly to the equivalent of phasers on Star Trek. They were seven-foot tall creatures with snake-like heads and necks; their mouths ended as hooked beaks on various birds of prey. Razor sharp blades raked forward on their heads as more were swept back on their elbows and wrists. Their spiked tail blades were straight out to balance themselves on their Tyrannosaurus feet. More blades he knew all too well were visible on their ankles and knees.
Without the Yeerk slugs wrapped around their brains, these guys were peaceful and kind by default, using their blades only to strip the bark from trees. Those vile, ruthless slugs from a faraway galaxy had enslaved the majority of them, using them as the shock troops within the entire Yeerk Empire.
Jake had been all too careful not to let his cover slip to anyone about what he could do. Not a single word came from his mouth around anyone about them. And he hadn’t mentioned anything about them in the journals. However, SOMEHOW, they knew that Jake was a threat to them. Did they know the truth about him? Did a Human-Controller happen to see him morph?!
I’m dead. I am so dead. This worry led him to start worrying about the possibility of Visser Three lurking somewhere within Paixao. As far as he knew, none of his friends were around to help him. No backup.
If there were three Hork-Bajir left wounded and bloodied—a miracle that Jake received no wounds—then he didn’t doubt that there would be more out there.
Where was all this fog coming from, anyway? Some parts of the domed “sky” only looked real. Yet somehow felt warm and sunny during the day. There was a yellow orb that looked a lot like the sun in an actual sky back home moved, the clouds drifting by moved as they were supposed to, but Jake had seen past the illusion through falcon eyes. Nothing about this environment apart from the water was designed by nature.
Turning on some dry ice machines as part of some kind of entrapment couldn’t be something that Visser Three would come up with. Why would he bother? He was confident on getting at him with his own monster morphs not from his world—some of them capable of mauling and eating tigers and bears with little effort. That’s what was so scary about Visser Three. He was the only one who successfully claimed an Andalite as a host. He was the only Yeerk with the power to turn into any living animal he touched.
Coming out from the shadows in between houses, apartments, and shops on both sides of the street were more Controllers. Forget about the stupid fog! You have to bail, Jake. MOVE! Go where? Going back was definitely not an option.
Not only were there at least a dozen Hork-Bajir, but Taxxons too—massive wide yellow centipedes on bent traffic cone colored legs from the back. Short sets lobster claws stuck out from the upper halves of their bodies that stood erect. Their red round eyes wriggled like Jell-O in anticipation, their round mouths aligned with many teeth open.
Jake as the tiger bared his teeth and snarled. Then he let loose a roar that would make most people tremble and run the other way. The tiger himself was not afraid. Concerned, maybe a little worried, but not afraid. Jake clung to this courage as he had so very little. He became aware of the realization on there being a slim chance of going back home, let alone getting out of this alive...
The thick fog was getting to the Animorph as he had no idea in the slightest that what he saw was all in his head. Both human and tiger as one were pumped with adrenaline to go forth and leap at the closest enemy that did not exist.