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Without a Trace (A DMDTS Sequel)

Started by THEBIRD, January 17, 2009, 11:00:20 AM

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Anarchy_Jas

Jas sees Harver approaching, kneeling by her... 'No, Harver get back! My magic's still outta control!' That's what she wants to say, but can't because she's too weak to move or speak. Her eyes flicker red again, but that's the only visible change. She doesn't even blink or show any sign of response. The girl remains still, about as limp as a rag doll.
"I know they hope I fall, but tell 'em winning is my muthaeffin protocol."

Shujinco2

#841
Shu looked at the captain. "So... what's the plan?"

((Oops! ::) ))

THEBIRD

(( He's not Parry, he's the nameless captain. ))

"The plan is to sleep," the captain grunted, glancing at the night sky. He began walking toward Solon's house. "And I hear there is a house with plenty of beds and a kitchen filled with food this way."
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Solon looked around the small cabin. It had a cot, and really not much else. Solon stretched and sat on the bed, wondering about the challenges yet to come.

Orlando had noticed the change in Jas. He did a flip off the top deck, landing behind the 'evil' Jas. "That is no girl," Orlando exclaimed, yet in an almost bored, matter-of-fact voice. He still was able to look urgent and he encircled Jas. Finally,  he murmured, "I've read about this... Bloody hell..."

Dr.Hobo2

((Huzzah! Huzzah! I'm back!))

Lanbar started walking toward the house with only a slight wobble. "Yeah...I'm sssure that they forgot to -hic-  pack most their stuff..."

Anarchy_Jas

((Harver has to be the one to actually touch/pick up Jas. It's part of my eval plotz. >xD))

Had Jas been more conscious, or at least able to move, she would have cast one of her spells on Orlando, and told him to "intercourse  off because it's not his business." ... But since she can only hear and watch him, she has to let him go... for now.
"I know they hope I fall, but tell 'em winning is my muthaeffin protocol."

Light

Harver, seeing no visible response, grabbed her wrist and checked for a pulse.
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Anarchy_Jas

#846
She's DEAD!

Jas' eyes suddenly snap open, shining with an intense glow. 'Oh sh-!?' Before she can get another thought through, a bright light covers the both of them. An invisible force seems to reach inside, yet pull them by their wrists at the same time, through an unknown warp, twisting the two every which way. About as quick as it happened, the force lets them crash into something...

'What was that...?' The ninja begins to come to, feeling that she's still on the ground. Everything seems to be normal, or so she thought. Something brushed her nose, causing it to wrinkle. Jas opened her eyes and raised a hand to push it out the way, but stops in the middle of her action. '... Why is my hair red?' Her eyes move to the hand being held up. 'And when the hell did I go on steroids!?' Then there's her reflection bouncing off metal on the railings, which caused her to sit up like she awoke from a nightmare. '... If I'm looking at my reflection, then why do I only see...' She pulls another lock of red hair in front of her hair and stares at it, then looks at the makeshift mirror, and to her side, to see her own body laying on the deck. 'Har... ver...?'

"... WHAT THE HELL!?"

Of course it wasn't her voice either...
"I know they hope I fall, but tell 'em winning is my muthaeffin protocol."

Light

Harver opened his eyes after the blinding light had enveloped both of them. ...How did I get down here? He thought, sitting up and grabbing his head. He then looked up to see himself, staring at him. Of course, it wasn't himself at all he was staring at... "What-?" He stopped talking immediately after he realized that it wasn't his voice he was speaking with.
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Anarchy_Jas

'Okay, so I'm here...' Jas lifts a hand, pointing her... Harver's index finger towards her figure. "Y-you..." She shakes her head, and begins stumbling to her feet. 'Damn, that better be the real Harver...' "Just come on. You need... rest..." That was the excuse to get them out of there. It didn't seem like a good idea to inform anyone of this yet, they would wonder if the couple hit their heads too hard. "Lots of it because you're still weak right now." After stumbling a couple of times, she picks up the Jas on the ground, and starts walking to the cabins at a brisk pace, though still tripping a bit. 'Heh, technically I'm not admitting to being weak, so it works.'

Jas in her new form uses her foot to push the door open, then kicks it shut when they enter, and sets the one in her arms down on the bedding. "Okay, what the hell is this...?" She looks at her hands again, then back over to the one that's taken over her body.
"I know they hope I fall, but tell 'em winning is my muthaeffin protocol."

Light

Harver's eyes opened again, looking over at himself in the new room. "Now, what exactly is... going on?" He asked, still baffled by his now different voice.
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Anarchy_Jas

Jas turns a mirror towards Harver, revealing his new identity. "We switched bodies. Other than that, I don't know what's going on." 'Wait... I was just assuming that I switched with Harver. Though I don't think anyone else got thrown in.' She stands by the mirror, waiting for a response.
"I know they hope I fall, but tell 'em winning is my muthaeffin protocol."

Max Headroom

#851
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest one of all.......?" Mira mumbled in his sleep, as he turned over on his bed.
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Light

"...Okay," Harver said, scratching his head a bit. "So... how do we get back, then?" What is all this... a dream? I'm so confused... and tired...
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Eizweir

"There's not much of the house left, thanks to you.  There were some damages, including my guitar.  It's unusable now."  Roy said as he lead towards Solon's old house.
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Anarchy_Jas

"That's the thing. I don't know the answer to that either," Jas looks down, starting to blame herself for this, but looks up to see Harver scratching. "Be careful when you scratch. You have claws now, remember? In fact," she grabs his hand, checking the claws for something. "... Nevermind. Maybe we should just get some sleep."
"I know they hope I fall, but tell 'em winning is my muthaeffin protocol."