OOC: Why do you have to have an inter-species relationship anyway... I already said Otto readied an airship. Owlina has yet to go to the airship with her staff or anything.
(OOC: Okee, i just want a relationship since i had the idea of the desert tribes uniting under marriage to start wars! Its like the Habsburgs of olde! )
-Owlina grinned, and her finest advisors, along with Otto, aboard the airship “Ashanna”, and wait for Otto to depart the ship to the Flygon Citadel.-
IC: *Otto is at the helm with a spyglass as another owl pilots the airship.* "Land Ho, your majesty, I can see the flygon citadel in the distance."
OOC: Owl Queen would more likely be married to an Owl King not a flygon...
(OOC: Okee, i just want a relationship since i had the idea of the desert tribes uniting under marriage to start wars! Its like the Habsburgs of olde! )
-Owlina grinned, and her finest advisors, along with Otto, aboard the airship “Ashanna”, and wait for Otto to depart the ship to the Flygon Citadel.-
IC: *Otto is at the helm with a spyglass as another owl pilots the airship.* "Land Ho, your majesty, I can see the flygon citadel in the distance."
OOC: Owl Queen would more likely be married to an Owl King not a flygon...
(OOC: But they are my characters so we can stop this argument and keep on the rp going. ) -Owlina grins, day-dreaming of what an wonderful desert empire that would be created from the marriage of her and Flygarra- Owlina: “...-sigh- It will be wonderful...” -she said with a very happy expression-
The Head Miner pulled his head into his shell just in time, and the shovel goes where his head was seconds before. "That was close." Says the Head Miner, as the geologist walks away humming the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song.
(OOC: Darn! How dare you foil comedic slapstick?! And BTW, he’s humming FM Attack’s - “Sleepless Nights”. A really good synth-wave song. You should really listen to it. )
OOC: No, he is humming the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song.
(OOC: Darn! How dare you foil comedic slapstick?! And BTW, he’s humming FM Attack’s - “Sleepless Nights”. A really good synth-wave song. You should really listen to it. )
OOC: No, he is humming the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song.
Tyron: "Good idea. I am also planning on allying with the snow leopards, so we could possibly have a 3-tribe Alliance of snow leopards, turtles, and walruses."
Wallace II: I agree that is a good idea
*After a very awkward silence*
Wallace II: I have the deal here, lets sign it. *Signs the deal* Whenever you wish to your majesty you can come and visit me in my icy palace, you will enjoy it up north.
(OOC: Darn! How dare you foil comedic slapstick?! And BTW, he’s humming FM Attack’s - “Sleepless Nights”. A really good synth-wave song. You should really listen to it. )
OOC: No, he is humming the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles theme song.
(OOC: Yeah, as if the TMNT would exsist in this fanon RP. Oh wait! Anything can happen. )
OOC: The samples are being kept by the turtles. They're giving him the bulk of the rock, while they keep the pieces to study.
IC: The forklift starts carrying the base through the hallways of the archives. As the group follows it, the Head Miner turns to the flygon. Head Miner: "Oh wait, I forgot. Let us clean it up for you." The forklift takes the base into another room, and the large door immediately closes behind it, leaving the Head Miner, the tortoise guard, and the flygon outside the room. The room has no windows, so the interior can't be seen from the outside. Head Miner: "Our cleaners shall remove all outside materials from the rock, such as dirt, mud, sand, or grease, so that it will be in clean, usable or decorative condition, depending on what you wish to do with it."
Inside the room, the cleaner turtles get to work thoroughly scrubbing the rock's cracks and crevices clean of any and all filth. There is one last step to complete the work.
{JAMMERS! -Turtles- ONLY!} With a tiny, precise laser, an unnoticeable slit is cut in the rock. As a turtle scientist looks through a microscope, he inserts a microscopic device into the slit in the rock. The tiny device is camouflaged, with the exact same color as the rock, so it would be impossible to find. The device is an electrically-charged turtle DNA recognizer. What this means, is that it will "sense" any turtles nearby at any time (due to tiny samples of turtle DNA from every turtle and tortoise species having been inserted into it), so that if the rock's energies or substances are ever used against a member of the turtle species, an electrical charge will run through the rock, causing the rock's own energy to be trapped within the rock and unable to harm turtles. After inserting the device, the scientist seals up the slit, so that it now appears as if it was never there. When another turtle inquires about the purpose of the device, the scientist explains: "It is a safety precaution to ensure that the flygons won't be able to use the rock's energies against the Turtle Tribe, should they ever decide to do that. You see, our studies of the rock's pieces we removed revealed that it is rich with energy, that can possibly be used to create...or destroy. We obviously aren't going to give this powerful object to a mysterious stranger without first inserting a failsafe mechanism to make sure it won't be used against us. Now that we've done that, the flygon is free to have the rock and do whatever he wants with it."
(OOC: Touche... touche... i will try... your opening a pandoras box of epic proportions... ) -Although the Flygon was handed him the piece of the meteorite, he felt something odd has happened to it. But it came to him as he was remembering another thing of equal importance-
The Robed One: “Sorry... i have to go, something else draws me forth... something similar to this, possibly even the same... i must take off for some... preparations...” -he said vaguely, before encasing himself in a cloud of sand, not stopping for any more questions and once the sand disappeared and dissipated, he seemingly and mysteriously teleported out of the turtle mining compounds, and it left a gritty mess behind, much to the dismay of the head miner, and head geologist, whom wanted a clean work environment-
-after that event, another sandstorm kicked up near turtle territory, but it was heading away from turtle lands and in the direction of the deserts of the fanon chima, and at an alarming rate.-
-after a while, the flygon arrived back at the flygon city. He’s undress his robings and quickly put back on the clothes of the Desert Storm Lord-
Flygarra: “Turtles... too slow to witness such events. No matter how many tricks they can pull, i can always prevail, my targets of war were not the shelled beasts anyways... “ -he said with a grin of evil, and the doors of the large desert city opened and the king was let inside post-haste.-
-Then, a few advisors for the flygon king walked up to him with looks of niceness- Flygon Advisor #1: “Baladay Easifat Alsahra' Alrab. Waqad wasal alzaeiman alsihrawian alakharan 'iilaa huna li'iijra' mufawadatin.” (Translation: “My Desert Storm Lord. The two other desert leaders have arrived here for negotiations.” )
Flygon Advisor #2: “Wahadha altahaluf alqibliu sayakun quat harb rayiysiat fi tashyma. Qad amalana takun qawiatun. Walsalam maeahum.” (Translation: “This tribal alliance would be a major war power in Chima. May our hopes be strong. and peace be with them.” )
Flygarra: “Good... good... i have what we need. The need, being releasing a powerful foe onto the other tribes... The Dragons of olde will be revived. With the power of this meteorite. Our direct targets aren’t certain tribes anymore... the Dragon Ascension Cannon’s power will be used to revive them... but first, all we need to do is just reverse engineer this rock... not to harm Snakes, Pygmy Owls, our own kin... and those olde dragons whom rampaged a thousand years ago...” -he said with an evil grin. His intentions clear and prime.-
Flygon Advisor #1: “I suspect some ‘external forces’ to hinder our progress... something otherworldly. We will ignore those forces no matter how much they will deny, block, and detest for thus, he and others has no control over us.” -he said vaguely, and Flygarra nodded-
Flygarra: “Try and stop us, and they will get bad consequences as a result... how thoughtful.” -he said, walking away with his advisors. They were heading to a meeting hall, which was lavishly decorated and royally ready for the Snake and Pygmy Owl Queens.-
(OOC: I think the Voice Actor of Lord Garmadon would be the perfect voice for Flygarra. Well, if he can perfect a arabian acent well. )
Wallace II: I have the deal here, lets sign it. *Signs the deal* Whenever you wish to your majesty you can come and visit me in my icy palace, you will enjoy it up north.
Tyron: "Alright" *signs the deal and hands him a map* "Here are the directions to Snow Leopard kingdom, in case you ever want to earn Ice Chi for your tribe."
Il Dutch: Herr Wilhelm, I have come here to negotiate a treaty with you, a military cooperation treaty, and a free trade zone between us.
"It would be rather beneficial for our nations... We could reduce taxes on products traded by our nations, perhaps have a few military exercises together..."
IC: *Otto is at the helm with a spyglass as another owl pilots the airship.* "Land Ho, your majesty, I can see the flygon citadel in the distance."
OOC: Owl Queen would more likely be married to an Owl King not a flygon...
(OOC: But they are my characters so we can stop this argument and keep on the rp going. ) -Owlina grins, day-dreaming of what an wonderful desert empire that would be created from the marriage of her and Flygarra- Owlina: “...-sigh- It will be wonderful...” -she said with a very happy expression-
OOC: I know, but it would make more sense to have an owl king and queen...
IC: *They arrive at the citadel after a few more hours. Otto lowers the gangplank to the dock.*
(OOC: But they are my characters so we can stop this argument and keep on the rp going. ) -Owlina grins, day-dreaming of what an wonderful desert empire that would be created from the marriage of her and Flygarra- Owlina: “...-sigh- It will be wonderful...” -she said with a very happy expression-
OOC: I know, but it would make more sense to have an owl king and queen...
IC: *They arrive at the citadel after a few more hours. Otto lowers the gangplank to the dock.*
(OOC: can we stip focusing on this and just drop it? You two have the RIGHT to ignore it for my sake of sanity! )
-The Airship is welcomed with open arms and wings, as the diplomats disembarked, they were met with alot of paparazzi and “fans”. Owl and Flygon guards simply shooed them away to get the Owl diplomats out of this frenzy.-
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