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Hi I like to draw stuff and write.

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Injae Park

@Mr Allen J@BurningDaisies


It was like a blur to Ratchet.

On top of being worried out of her mind for herself, her kidnappers had left Kate on the streets without an older guardian or companion. Her family would be worried sick, and devastated if Kate told them what happened to Ratchet. Which she probably did.

Next thing she knew she was strapped like a surgery patient (or mad doctor's experiment) to a table.

Ratchet's thoughts ran through her head. What the heck did her kidnappers want her for? (Besides the obvious, of course.)

Thrashing. Meifeng was awake. As Jen and Meifeng talked, Ratchet continued to worry about her family. Another thought crossed her mind; if Ratchet was a target, who's to say that her brother and cousin aren't targets as well?

Ratchet heard the sound of water dripping and freezing, and then the sound of metal snapping. "Well," she commented, as Meifeng froze herself free, "I suppose they can't hold you back anymore." After Meifeng freed both Jen and her, Ratchet rubbed her neck. (She would've rubbed her wrist, too, if not for the fact that one was made of fiberglass and the other couldn't be rubbed by a flywheel.) "Thanks, Meifeng," Ratchet said, "I'd rather not have more machinery on me than I need."

Ratchet slipped off the table, then staggered a bit, still weak in the knees from the sedative. "Crap," she muttered, grabbing hold of the table and pulling herself back up. As she did, she got a glimpse of the limp Anna. "Okay, Jesus Christ, what in the world did they do to her?" Ratchet asked. "Like, I heard you talking about them wanting to experiment on us or something..."

So the kidnappers wanted to use the girls as a twisted science experiment, eh? Ratchet frowned with disapproval. "How the governments never find out about this stuff, I'll never know," she remarked, before turning to Meifeng. "So what's the plan for getting out of here?" she asked.
Lucina


Lucina, upon learning how to operate the fancy-schmancy floating-iPad-sorta thing, pored carefully over the terms of the contract. "Fair enough," she noted, before signing the the terms-and-conditions agreement. She shouldn't come across trouble in Academy City; after all, what reason did she have to harm this place?

Lucina had to admit, this situation was less-than-optimal; lost in another dimension, Lucina could only imagine the destruction of her world by the fell dragon. She thought she could hear the people's dying screams

Grigori Rasputin


Seemed like everybody was just dropping out of the Foecrusher; Rasputin figured he ought to do the same. The Russian lich spread his scraggly unholy arms as he opened his reliquary to allow his dark minions to swirl around him.

"Come my minions
Rise for your master!
Let your evil shine!
Find it now, yes, fly ever faster!"


Surrounded by a glowing cyclone of demons, Rasputin took into the air and dove, cackling, towards Castle Tepes with blood in his gaze. The demons dropped Rasputin off beyond the gates, before charging, with their arms outstretched and talons out to shred, in through the windows.

The Mad Monk, in the meantime, collapsed into a bouncing menagerie of rotting body parts, due to the force of impact. But Rasputin was used to this; he had casually fallen apart in his villainous musical number in Anastasia. Rasputin's parts bounced along the courtyard, heading towards the main entrance, but as he re-assembled himself, the shadow of a tree grabbed the shadow of his cloak, and whirled him around to the wall.

Two shadowy Loa crept before him, chittering in disapproval. Rasputin's face twisted into a warped visage of fury. So, the bokur thinks he's too good for us, eh? Rasputin thought.

Rasputin opened his reliquary and two of his demons emerged to combat the Loa. "Keep them busy," Rasputin ordered. "I have a gemstone to swipe."
Injae Park

@Mr Allen J


"Congratulations, San Francisco, you ruined pizza! First the Hawaiians... And now you!"

Ratchet had silenced her phone in the theatre so as not to disturb anyone, but she did want to check if Jen had texted her back. She pressed on the power button of her iPhone; thankfully, she had turned the volume completely off. Sure enough, Jen had asked her where to meet.

Ratchet hunched over and typed as quickly as she could with only one hand.

Outside movie theatre near Knightsdale, she texted, before shutting her phone off again.

"Ooooh, you aren't supposed to text during the movie," Kate chided.

"Friend," Ratchet mumbled, shoving the iPhone into her overalls pouch.

"Still," Kate pouted. "Spend time with your family. Especially since Om-ma isn't going to let us talk during the wedding ceremony."

"Yikes. Don't remind me," Ratchet said, rolling her eyes. "By the way, I sent that pic of you in the flower girl dress to Holly. She said you looked cute."

"Shaddap."

Ratchet and Kate continued to watch the movie. Both of them wept for Bing Bong's act of heroism, and for Riley's reunion with her parents. Ratchet might be part machine but she still had feelings.

--

"Can you believe they only have In-n-Out in California?" asked Kate, as she and Ratchet left the theatre. Ratchet had lunch money in her pocket. The two of them had finished the popcorn early into the movie. "You east-coasters must be so deprived."

"Hey," Ratchet said, pointing at Kate with a deadpan expression. "Burgers are a thing all over the States."

"You mean McDonald's," Kate teased.

"Oh, be quiet, you know there are other stores."

"Like Wendy's, Burger King, Carl's Jr., Jack-in-the-Box..."

Ratchet rolled her eyes.

"So you're meeting Jen today?" Kate asked.

"Yeah," Ratchet replied.

"Did you bring your DS?"

"Yep." Ratchet pulled the game system out of her pocket and flicked her wrist to show that she had it. "Circle pad's falling off, though, and I've got a wonky R button; might have to replace this old thing with a New 3DS."

"Oh, boy, that sounds good."

"Who knows? Might pick one up this summer, actually," Ratchet said with a smile.
OK I have been dismally busy this entire week but I'm definitely going to post tonight. -.-"
Thirteen years I've had Advance Wars. I'm STILL stuck on Grit.
Injae Park



The next morning

"Shame we couldn't get Winnie to come with us," Ratchet said to Kate, walking down the sidewalk to the movie theatre. "At least I do things here other than play Smash on my DS."

"Oh, well," Kate replied with a shrug. "His loss."

Ratchet's eyes shifted towards the street. "I wish he would be a bit more social sometimes. He really isn't an outdoors person," she complained.

"It is what it is, Ratch'," Kate said. "Anyway, how was the party? You looked beat." Her face brightened. "Did you get drunk?" she added with a rasp in her voice.

"Why would I get--Kate, you cheeky little child," Ratchet started, before realizing that her cousin was totally kidding. Ratchet gave Kate a light shove in the arm with her wheel.

The two girls came up to a traffic light at a four-way intersection. Ratchet punched the "PUSH TO CROSS" button, then leaned up against the traffic light. "So, who's your favorite emotion? Just by the trailer," Ratchet asked.

"I think Fear is funny," Kate replied. The light turned green and the signal indicated "Walk."

"Me too, though I think Sadness is cute," Ratchet said. "Do you want to buy popcorn?" she asked. "I have money."

"Sure," Kate replied.

Ratchet and Kate strolled into the theatre and approached the ticket box. "Two, Inside Out," Ratchet requested, pulling out the two tickets that her aunt had bought at COSTCO. Ratchet and Kate got their tickets, before standing in line for concessions.

"Something did happen at the party, though," Ratchet said. "Some guy stole the host's jewelry box."

"Ouch," Kate remarked. The two girls moved up a bit in the line. "How much was it worth?"

"A lot."

"Well, duh, but how many dollars?"

"I don't know how to convert euros into dollars," Ratchet replied.

"Oh, OK."

Ratchet and Kate reached the front of the line. "Hi," said the guy at the cashier, "what can I get for you?"

"Can we have a large popcorn?" Ratchet asked.

"Of course, that'll be $9.75."

Ratchet dug a $10 bill from her pocket and handed it to the cashier, who gave her a quarter in return. Ratchet dropped the quarter into her pocket as the guy picked up a scoop and scraped several loads of popcorn, dumping it into the large bucket.

"Butter or no butter?" he asked.

"No butter," Ratchet replied.

As the two cousins walked into the theatre, Ratchet pulled her cell from her pocket and texted Jen. You want to meet today after I watch Inside Out with my cousin?

--

"Well, we did not die today," declared Fear on-screen. "I'd call that an unqualified success."

Ratchet and Kate cracked up.

In the back of her mind, Ratchet thought about the events that transpired the day before. The fight. The fact that the jewelry box was pinched. Verthaven was certainly no calm vacation spot. She wondered how the heck Kate managed to lived within all this chaos. Then again, Kate was young; she didn't have much chance to see the city's darker sides.

But for now, Ratchet and Kate immersed themselves in the tale of Riley Anderson's emotions and the turbulence of significant life changes.
Injae Park

@Mr Allen J@Maxx


"Did you throw that bike at that psychopath?"

"Guilty," Ratchet said with a shrug and a smirk. "I don't like fightin' words, especially not from The Lizard. Normally, I use my kinetokinesis for things more practical than kicking arse."

To be completely honest, Ratchet would rather be at home. Weren't parties supposed to be fun? There wasn't much talking outside of the erotic exclamations of pleasure and the addled ramblings of the hopelessly drunk.

However, upon hearing Taylor's cries of outrage, Ratchet knew that coming to this place was an outright mistake. I oughta be asleep right now, Ratchet thought.

"Oh, boy, we have to deal with this Scooby-Doo Hanna-Barbara hubbub," Ratchet muttered. "I mean, I understand that jewelry is valuable and stuff, but wouldn't that warrant a bit more security?"

Ratchet sighed. "Jen, I would take off, but I'm afraid that the other would think I made off with the jewelry box. God, I totally screwed up coming here; at least this Hercule Poirot garbage'll make the night interesting."

Ratchet adjusted her tool belt and approached Taylor. "Alright, where did you last see this thing? I figure the crime scene is a good place as any to start the 'you-meddling-kids' stuff."

Ratchet thought she would head home after the whole missing-jewelry-box fiasco was over. After all, she was going to watch Inside Out with Kate the next morning. Might as well enjoy the last day before her death from boredom at the wedding the day after. Maybe she could sneak her 3DS into the chapel. I could have practiced my show music, too, Ratchet thought.
Jeanne Robina -- In Which The Thief Learns that Charging Up a Hill Occupied by Two Axe-Toting Men is Probably a Terrible Idea





Jeanne silently took Kuur's remark as a sarcastic one; plainly this was a war zone. That's why the Reclaimers were there in the first place.

Jeanne surveyed the terrain; apparently the fact that they were on lower ground hindered them somewhat in terms of firing range, movement range, et cetera. The hills caused even the nimble thief some consternation.

"I'm more accustomed to flying across the treetops. I don't do slants," Jeanne muttered.

I have to get to higher ground as quickly as possible, she thought. Glancing up at the fighters, an idea flashed through her head. "That'll do."

The thief deftly drew her sword and ran off to the side, bounding through the grass, the soles of her shoes digging into the damp dirt.

However, these fighters seemed well aware of the advantage that swords have over axes, and had prepared a suitable counter. The fighter closest to Jeanne saw her coming and hurled his axe at her.

Jeanne's eyes widened and she immediately crumpled to the ground, rolling along the grass as the axe barely whistled past her scalp. That was a horrible idea! Jeanne chided herself. Kicking her legs out, she got back up only to have to dodge another swing from the other fighter as the first rushed to recover his axe.

Jeanne stuck her leg out to trip the first fighter, but when she got back up, the fighter whacked her in the side of the head, causing her to reel back and roll down the hill. Thank the gods that wasn't a concussion, Jeanne thought to herself. She felt something warm trickling down the side of her head. It was her blood. "Damn, those dastards are devilishly deft," Jeanne muttered. "I've got to step it up."

The thief knew that the Reclaimers had a disadvantage; perhaps it would do better to force them to engage closer to them.

Jeanne turned tail and attempted to return to the rest of the Reclaimers, but upon looking back she saw not one but both Fighters chasing after her. She cursed under her breath before twisting around and running back towards them. The one who threw the axe didn't expect Jeanne to spin right around and attack, and took a pretty nasty wound in the chest. Jeanne then whirled to the other Fighter, but their blades merely clanged against each other. Jeanne stepped back as the first Fighter staggered to his feet, hefting his axe and breathing heavily.

Jeanne woozily stumbled back down the hill, one of the fighters still chasing after her. "Habeen! Get this beefy buffoon off my back!" Jeanne hollered, pressing a hand against her bleeding forehead. The mage turned and without a word cast Mire to get the man's focus off of the thief. Mire, unfortunately, missed, but it did distract the fighter's gaze long enough for Jeanne to hack at his axe arm in a swift motion and scamper back down the hill.

"Remind me never to risk frontal assault again," Jeanne muttered, sitting next to the folk magician and quaffing one of her three servings of Vulnerary. The bleeding on her head ceased.

"A valiant effort," Habeen said.

"Oh, be quiet," Jeanne grumbled, rubbing her head where the fighter had struck her. "It looks like they have the higher ground, and I don't know if they intend to charge down anytime soon. So maybe we can spur them prematurely into action by taking out their ranged fighters. That'd save everybody else a headache," she suggested. "Such as mine," she added.

"Ought you to tell Hugh? He is our leader, after all," Habeen asked.

"Well, you're the one with the long-range slime magic," Jeanne replied.

"He might have use for a suggestion like that," Habeen remarked.

"True. Perhaps I ought to point out our predicament and potential fix to the good knight," the thief said, before running and attempting to grab Hugh's attention.

"Hugh, I am certainly no tactician, but I quickly learned that a frontal assault would earn me a nasty nick to the noggin," Jeanne explained. "Undoubtedly, those two feisty fighters saw me coming with my blade drawn, and it looks like they can afford to take their sweet time before the playing field is level. Do you think we might coerce them to abandon their higher ground should we eliminate those on their side with ranged weaponry?" she suggested.

That's not the only thing you can expand. :^)


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