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Night At The Museum: Rewriting History { Angel & Tajjus }

Jedediah took silent notice of the cow-girl next to him, tightening his grip on his saddle, as if it increased his control over the situation. Regardless, the blonde cowboy continued to look upon the bound giant.

“What’s going on here huh?” Larry’s voice rang out. Jedediah sighed,
“Someone’s gotta pay.” He stated,
“Pay for what?”
“I don’t know,” Jedediah shook in exasperation, “JUST PAY. JUST STOP WHINING. Just take it like a man.” Jedediah clenched his teeth as he observed the pillar of smoke grow closer and closer still. Larry whiffed his head to steal a glimpse at his incoming doom.
“Seriously stop the train!” he produced another plea.
“Alright,” he met the eyes of the old mayor, “STOP THE TRAIN.” Jedediah hollered his order. While the tension in the crowd increased Larry released an exhale.
“Thank you.” He gave a long blink, his mouth forming more words. Then Jedediah snapped his head upward,

“NOW FULL SPEED AHEAD AND RAM ‘IM!” He roared, breaking Larry’s newly found assurance like uncooked spaghetti noodles. To Jedediah’s surprise Larry’s enormous eyes doubled from dinner plate size to table. Larry’s pupils seemed to swallow Jedediah whole in utter disbelief. The night guard turned back to the train beholding the unadulterated power of its engine, rattling the tracks:
 “SPLIT HIS HEAD LIKE A WATERMELON!” Jedediah shouted as the Train slammed directly into Larry and—

Fell right off the tracks like a pathetic plaything in a boy’s toy chest.
“Ow!” Larry whined,
“Oh for crying out loud!” Jedediah’s hands went to his hips. Everything had been going according to plan. “Doggonnit, giant’s skin made uh frickin’ iron…”

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Dozens of lassos whipped across Larry’s chest, before pinning the man to the old west miniature display. As his head cracked against the train tracks, the town’s mayor approached Larry from the side, accompanied by a red troop.
“Every night, year after year,” The old man’s body shook with disapproval, “One of you guards locks us up in these Boxes!” He exclaimed, “Well I hereby say sir, ENOUGH!” At his announcement the gathered townspeople cheered. From the corner of the scene Jedediah himself licked his lip with anticipation, before uttering a command:
“Fire up the Iron Horse boys.” At his command, from the end of the rails a powerful engine sounded, whistling smoke from the depths of a tunnel. Larry’s eyes widened, darting from cowboy to cowboy until he found Jedediah.
“Hey, Blonde-“ He started desperately,
“Th’ name’s Jedediah.” the horseman’s sky blue eyes met Larry’s urgency with the indifference of a prairie.

“Jedediah, stop the train please!” Larry pleaded.
“Big no-can-do cracker Jack.” Jedediah replied. He silently wished the night guard simply accepted his fate. While the giant was obviously new, Jedediah’s people needed freedom. His forefathers hadn’t fought the British only to have their kin be constricted to a glorified container. Jedediah leaned back to ease his own anticipation of the inbound train…

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Night At The Museum: Rewriting History { Angel & Tajjus }

Full Name: Formicidae Sapien
Nicknames: Beady

Immediate relatives: B

Known For: Formicidae Sapien is a real life wax piece imagined from fossils supposedly found somewhere in South America. In short, Formicidae Sapien is supposed to represent a missing link between arthropods and man. Scientists hypothesis that it was a hunter of sorts, and possibly rivaled man in intelligence, yet retained some sort of hive-mind like instinct. Even. still, the scientists that don’t laugh at the thought of Formicidae Sapien’s existence debate over whether the entity was a territorial predator or worked in large clans. They’ve only found one or two fossils after all.

Hair Color: None
Eye Color: Black compound eye

Miniaturized height: *Wax and human scale
Humanized height: 6’ 4”

Museums: Darwin’s Museum of Science, the Museum of Natural History

Portrayer: Clyde the Ant Hybrid

Brief Backround+ Character traits: 

 A speculated species, the Formicidae Sapien has practically no place in the Museum of Natural history. In truth the Museum of Natural History was a temporary stopping place for the piece, since the owner of the museum knew the scientific historians who insisted Formicidae Sapien’s importance. Hence it remains in the Night Guard breakrooms. As a result, the Night Guards named the exhibit “Beady” as a joke for any new recruits eager to meet people.

Being a new exhibit and temporary exhibit is strange for Beady, who can’t yet understand any languages spoke by anyone. Oft locked up, the large ant seems befuddled by his glass display prison. He doesn’t entirely know what is going on either, and oft finds himself wondering what to do. Without hunger plaguing his stomach, a colony to maintain, or anything he’s remotely used to an ant-missing link hasn’t much to do.

Deep down, Beady feels some sort of overwhelming pressure to prove something to someone. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to prove, or why he needs to prove it.

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Full Name: SmallCrow
Nicknames: SmallCrow

Immediate relatives:

-BigCrow
-TallCrow
-Red Crow
-Velcro
-

Known For:
Small Crow was a renowned translator and mediator for the Cherokees and white Americans during the civil war. His tribe was known for being friendly towards most people, and often helped settlers and or farmers transition into their new lands. Small Crow helped negotiate for his tribe through his sumptuous knowledge of languages. He diligently learned Irish, French, Scottish, and a great deal of European languages (including English) in order to communicate between the growing white skin population of America.

Hair Color: Raven black.

Eye Color: Deep brown

Miniaturized height: .2”

Humanized height: 5’11”

Museums: The Museum of National History

Portrayer: Zahn McClarnon

Brief Backround+ Character traits:

Small Crow was one of many Indians kidnapped from his native land and taken to England, where he was forced into labor. Through handwork, he was able to demonstrate his intelligence to his masters and learned the languages around him. After 15 hard years the young Indian achieved his rights and found a ship back home.

When he found his way back home at long last, the Cherokee gladly reintegrated himself into his old society as quickly as possible. By some miracle time had taught the man patience and understanding. While he still felt distantly traumatized by his abduction, Small Crow decided it was his job to ensure that needless violence and selfishness wouldn’t occur to his kind again. All the while he was mindful of any bitterness his tribesmen held against the whites, and extended his lifetime to soothe his people.

His people soon recognized him as a young elder: someone with experience and an opinion that mattered.

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Within the Exhibits, SmallCrow found himself doing more the same. While most strange historic pieces seemed inclined towards conflict, Small Crow managed to establish his tribe as a peaceful or neutral display. Though a fairly new addition to the Museum, Small Crow dedicated his energies for truces, or trying to empathize with the confusion of any other historical stands.

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Jedediah stroked his chin whiskers at the joke. It was clever enough to pass cowboy standard,considering about half his crew didn't know the difference between a quip and a knock-knock joke. He gave a small grin at his partners aim.

"Well, well. You never fail to impress there Annie. Might fine shot you are." Jedediah said casually, "I might be humbled enough to say that you might be outta my league. Still-" he suddenly jerked his pistol in the direction of the target, firing in that same split second. After a ear-splitting sound, the can was out of sight. "I'd say with my quick-draw skills this competition's still wortha--'shot'." He gave a toothy grin, full of surprisingly white teeth. Courtesy of being made of wax, and not having to worry about brushing in the first place. He then took a step back, waiting for her next pun, and her next turn. Doubtless he'd lose to her, but he figured he'd humor her.

But if he was lucky, the boys wouldn't speak of it for too long.

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"Quite aware my liege." Markus confirmed, nodding his head as he studied the map. Something about it made him wonder if there was much room for the lands beyond. He was about to bring it up, only he decided it wasn't worth it. Markus instead decided that'd he'd be more suited preparing for the briefing of his life on how Rome was the greatest nation around, that he'd be expected to do better, and that there was a new plan in the works. Go figure, but that was his life in a nut-shell. "What shall be done sir?" He asked, before a voice cam from behind.

"What shall be done," her voice was full of slight irritation, "Is an appropriate explanation as to why I wasn't permitted on the battlefield!" Markus turned around to see none other than Augustus's daughter. She was clad in her roman armor, which was graciously detailed, (mdespite her protests) and her gear still had a small remainder of the most genuine quality in the entire roman battalion. No doubt courtesy of her father. Nonetheless, Markus knew better than to take her for granted. Still, now that the jet-hair-colored amazon-like warrior had entered the area, there was about to be the grilling of four life times. The good news was it made things more interesting.

"I believe we didn't want the enemy too intimidated. After all, the army shouts twice as loud when you're in it." Markus shrugged, causing her to give him an eye glance.

"Not now Markus."

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Full Name: Formicidae Sapien
Nicknames: Beady

Immediate relatives: B

Known For: Formicidae Sapien is a real life wax piece imagined from fossils supposedly found somewhere in South America. In short, Formicidae Sapien is supposed to represent a missing link between arthropods and man. Scientists hypothesis that it was a hunter of sorts, and possibly rivaled man in intelligence, yet retained some sort of hive-mind like instinct. Even. still, the scientists that don’t laugh at the thought of Formicidae Sapien’s existence debate over whether the entity was a territorial predator or worked in large clans. They’ve only found one or two fossils after all.

Hair Color: None
Eye Color: Black compound eye

Miniaturized height: *Wax and human scale
Humanized height: 6’ 4”

Museums: Darwin’s Museum of Science, the Museum of Natural History

Portrayer: Clyde the Ant Hybrid

Brief Backround+ Character traits: 

 A speculated species, the Formicidae Sapien has practically no place in the Museum of Natural history. In truth the Museum of Natural History was a temporary stopping place for the piece, since the owner of the museum knew the scientific historians who insisted Formicidae Sapien’s importance. Hence it remains in the Night Guard breakrooms. As a result, the Night Guards named the exhibit “Beady” as a joke for any new recruits eager to meet people.

Being a new exhibit and temporary exhibit is strange for Beady, who can’t yet understand any languages spoke by anyone. Oft locked up, the large ant seems befuddled by his glass display prison. He doesn’t entirely know what is going on either, and oft finds himself wondering what to do. Without hunger plaguing his stomach, a colony to maintain, or anything he’s remotely used to an ant-missing link hasn’t much to do.

Deep down, Beady feels some sort of overwhelming pressure to prove something to someone. He doesn’t know what he’s supposed to prove, or why he needs to prove it.

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Jedediah couldn’t bring himself to admit (aloud) any romantic feelings for his pretty looking second in command. It was true she was likely the only woman he knew who wasn’t a stay-at-home girl, and was excellent with her guns. Annie’s smirk told Jedediah she was likely seeing through his little act, which he knew she’d see through.

The reason he had an act was so that his men bought into it. Leaders had their secrets, and had their own little gig to upkeep. Jedediah the cow-boy was no exception toe this rule. He followed his friend to the spot where she had in mind for the little friendly competition shoot off. Upon hearing Annie’s advice, Jedediah grinned like the veteran gunman he was,
“Ain’t that the truth.” He thought about his own guns. It was so weird, he’d known them to work when he’d first ‘woken up’. It had been so annoying to discover everyone pretty much had duds. How the heck Annie had functional guns was beyond him. It must have been the cause of being shifted around to so many places before this museum.

Otherwise Jedediah would’ve gladly shown off his two beauts’ of pistols. Maybe he could somehow look into getting a deal on some customized little weapons. How someone his size would achieve this was beyond him. That was further up the road anyways.

“Fine shootin’ ya got there Annie. Now, if ya don’t mind-“ Jedediah straightened his arm, half shutting his left eye as he assumed his classic aiming position. One shot echoed down the wild west stand, as another can was whipped out of view. Jedediah grinned. After all these years, without guns, he still had it in him. He’d made sure to keep his face not doubtful in the least, although it was likely his aim was being brought into question in the first place. It didn’t matter now though, he’d just answered it with a ‘bang’.

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Markus sucked in his breath upon approaching Octavious’s tent. He was going to his superior, the most powerful man in (display)Rome. Markus couldn’t help but feel a small chill zipping down his back like one of his arrows, a little thrill humming in his chest as well. Octavious wasn’t someone to be trifled with, but respected.

The roman dusted off his garments, giving himself a last second check up on the condition of his armor before marching into Octavious’s tent. He gave the messanger a nod, likely the man knew the feel of looking his most important superior dead in the eye. The second in which Markus ducked into Octavious’s tent passed like a year, but at last, Markus had come to hear the bidding of his leader.

The Athenian kept his back straight, sending a silent prayer to Athena for this to be nothing too negative.
“You called for me my liege?” Markus asked respectfully, directing his voice at his superior, giving a roman solute as an act of good will.

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Jedekiah accepted the gun handed to him, secretly glad that he was being given something that actually functioned.
“I know that’s just yer way of sayin’ you wanna show off.” Jedediah answered, though it was obvious he was up for the activity. It would be good to keep his mind off of the new Nightguard. Something aside from making smokebombs, trying to drill through solid marble, failing and repeating the whole process was awfully dull. He knew with Annie he needn’t check the ammunition since it would definitely be a fair amount. He couldn’t help but notice how clean she kept her guns, noting that she put as much time and effort in maintaining her tools much like he did.

“Alright, Ladies first with this lil’ shoot off.” Jedediah said, gesturing to Annie. He really didn’t know the target anyways, so it was best that she shoot first. He subconsciously adjusted his ten gallon hat, one of the few possessions which he had. He played with the gun in his fingers as he waited for Annie to make the first move…

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Markus rubbed his stomach where the bullets had passed through. He could feel though the fabric of his tunic his flesh. He could feel small ripples in his skin where those wax bullets had flown through. To his astonishment, he felt amazingly well. He had no broken limbs from the fall, no bandages anywhere, no scars, no anything. There wasn’t a stain of blood anywhere in sight on his mattress.

Had the Romans doctors been blessed with healing potions from Apollo? Had they unlocked some sacred ritual to immortality? Markus put a halt to the thoughts in his imagination, as he tried to regain his bearings. He needed to speak with Augustus.

“Thank you officer.” Markus scratched the back of his head, finding his armor stashed right across from his bedding. He exhaled. “Give me a moment.” Markus approached his armor, bending down as he nimbly put the metal breastplate on. The segments he placed over his shoulders with care; ensuring the plating linked properly for it to remain flexible. Only a few minutes passed, before Markus spoke once more,
“Alright. I am ready. Lead the way, officer.”

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--During the skirmish--
“Course I had bullets, I just didn’t wanna load ‘em!” Jedediah shouted back at Annie. The doggon girl was yelling at him in the midst of battle. Jed slapped a gun into it’s holster while he tried dislodging the arrow form his shoulder. Sweet baby Caroline, how the heck did this thing get so darn deep? Jedediah resisted grumbling, as he gave it one strong yank. The arrow tip shot out (so to speak) of his shoulder with the single tug. Jedediah released a manly grunt, only to find that he actually didn’t feel anything.

While he remained behind his makeshift cover, he couldn’t help but think about his clothes. They were the only darned pair he owned, and now someone had just up and shot a tear into it. Jedediah tried once more to release a volley of bullets to the stranger, again, his guns clicked, out of ammunition. A chorus of the same noises all around him told him his mean were probably suffering the same technical issue.

“God must be wantin’ to see something real entertaining because you’re gonna get darn shoved off that heaven-forsaken cave entrance!” Jedediah shouted at the roman archer, as another arrow whizzed past him.

-Markus (during the skirmish)

“Or maybe Zues simply wants to see how you barbarians hold up against functional weaponry!” Markus shouted back over the sound of clicking guns. As he realized their weapons didn’t work, his hiding spot became of less importance. If his attackers couldn’t defend themselves, then that was fine by him. The Night-Guard left, causing great chaos amongst the barbarians.

Markus almost laughed as he sent another arrow flying past the Barbarian leader, who seemed to have a very loose jaw-bone. Still. It caught Markus slightly offguard that Jedediah wasn’t bleeding to death. Markus almost paused after another arrow. Surely the blood would drip out in a second? Nope. The cowboy yanked the missile from his arm. Just as Markus drew his arm back to send another arrow, he never noticed the bullets passing through him, his focus was so on firing arrows.

But another bullet from the female barbarian’s gun sent him stumbling backwards, as it passed into his chest, planting itself where his lungs would be. The impact caused him to take a step backward, being slightly off balance. It was then he bumped into something large and fleshy(waxy?). Markus turned around to see an eight foot man (or the miniature equivalent) standing right infront of him. The man was bald, and was built like a solid stone fortress. His biceps would so large Markus knew his head could’ve fit comfortably inside.

“The name’s Joe Brass.” The man grunted, before picking Markus up like a rag doll. “Go back to your temples filled with them scotch-white naked folk.” Joe then sent Markus flying off about eight (real) feet into the air, off the western display shelf, and rocketing for the checkered floor.

-After the skirmish (Jedediah)

“I said it once, I’mma say it again.” Jedediah declared to Annie, “My guns work just fine. They just weren’t meant for firing. I didn’t tell ya because I knew you wouldn’t accept it at the time.” Jedediah said to his second in command.

“I’ve been uh thinkin’ you should tell her ‘bout us bein’ made ‘o’ wax Jed.” Joe Brass’s thick voice rumbled from across the partially restored cowboys laying on the ground. Jedediah sighed,
“Alright, we’re made of wax Annie.” Jedediah spun around to look at Joe Brass, “There. Now shut yer yapper and git them explosives ready for our progress drilling through that cursed mountain.” He instructed. Joe Brass released a grunt before the (miniature) giant thumped his way towards the huts full of the supplies to do so. Everyone knew they weren’t going to be making it through the mountain, but it was their gig. So they would keep making small smoke-bomb explosives, since that was all they could do until it was morning, and the whole cycle happened again.

- After the skirmish (Markus)

Markus awoke in the medical tent, finding a small bowl full of bullet-shaped pieces beside him…