The family of six stood in a circle -- or, more accurately, a misshapen oval with several ninety degree angles. "On the way out here," started Little Agent, "I've been thinking." "we literally just walked to the end of the driveway" noted Mandarin Orange. "Lady Narwhal is far too young to go on this journey. It will be dangerous, and I couldn't live with myself if anything happened to her." "I agree," said Daddy Potato. He then took a handful of popcorn from his pocket and shoved it in his mouth. "The problem," continued the young Chosen One, "is that she can't be left here alone. Someone has to stay with her." "I'll do it." Lord Tigress raised her hand, despite everyone recognizing her voice. "I'll stay here with Lady Narwhal. I can't leave my little sister behind." A set of vocal noises which equally resembled the words 'thank you' and 'goodbye' emitted from Daddy Potato's full mouth as he hugged both of his sisters. "Anyone else who wants to stay should say so now." Little Agent shifted his weight from one foot to another. "well actually i'm not totally excited about the idea of dying in a ditch somewhere so." Mandarin Orange ran up the driveway and into the house at full speed. The two sisters followed suit at a considerably slower pace. "I guess it's just the three of us." Little Agent looked up at his parents. Daddy Potato opened his now empty mouth to say something undoubtedly profound, but quickly shut it when he noticed the aghast expressions of his wife and son. He turned back toward the house to see it being lifted from the ground by a dragon. This dragon was decidedly not Ciar the Eighth; while the Draconian king was a color of light gray, this dragon was a deep shade of black. It flapped its ginormous wings and took off with the house, and the three residents inside. Best Welsh Buddy gestured in the general direction the house once stood. "We should probably go save them or something, right?"
omg it's really just boys left reportedrejectedbanned for sexism Great part! I'd put a reminder on an e-sticky note to remember but it's so flooded with stuff I ignore it. I should still write the next part in the next couple of days.
ikr, maybe i shouldn't have just left over the boys, such as sweets thank you! don't you dare forget, mockery
omg it's really just boys left reportedrejectedbanned for sexism Great part! I'd put a reminder on an e-sticky note to remember but it's so flooded with stuff I ignore it. I should still write the next part in the next couple of days.
ikr, maybe i shouldn't have just left over the boys, such as sweets thank you! don't you dare forget, mockery
-last edited on Jun 12, 2018 18:45:34 GMT by MockingbirdInc: Some lines thought it'd be a funny prank to shrink without telling me. I was not amused.
Post by MockingbirdInc on Jun 12, 2018 18:45:04 GMT
Just making this post to clear my head and try to grasp everything that's going on at the moment:
The story is about Little Agent, whose parents are Daddy Potato and Best Welsh Buddy. Mandarin Orange is his friend, while Lord Tigress and Lady Narwhal are his aunts.
Ciar the Eighth seemingly can shape-shift, and has a heavy English accent. His true form is a dragon. He is the King of Draconia, and was "gifted with the ability to create the most delicious popcorn in the Multiverse" (wait is this a lu reference i never played it). He claims to be taking a rest from his efforts to a land called "Innack Ti Vitty" (see what i did there), but I don't believe him.
Mr. Dentist is a giant celery, one King of Detonia, a realm with major emphasis on dental cleanliness. He's also Ciblast. (I didn't know this, so I was writing a character not knowing I was representing a real person. Oops.) He is also the leaders of the following, using them as pawns for his master plan:
The Conedian. A talking sombrero cats out of Enchiladaland because he CON't stop making CONtinous puns. He was trained by Mr. Dentist to become a Lord of Evil.
Sogel Rome. He's a floating top hat from Ghosttown who is smart but sometimes rebellious.
Cowboy Guru. He was banished from the Wildlands for his obnoxious metaphors. I see writing him is going to be as fun as a balloon in a china shop.
Frost Lurker. She is a "being of great power, from Readosia." My guess is that the less said about her, the better.
Seven other Lords "have been captured and imprisoned by Draconian forces."
Ciar the Eighth is an enemy to the Lords of Evil, fighting against them. The Lords of Evil rule over all of the Twelve Realms, but thanks to Ciar (and potentially other's) resistance, their control is dwindling and they are hiding out in the Dentonian Realm.Ciar needs Little Agent, the Chosen One, to help overthrow the Lords of Evil, while the Lords of Evil need the Eternal Bricks to gain full rule over the Twelve Realms.
Post by MockingbirdInc on Jun 12, 2018 19:11:21 GMT
Plumbing pipes and tubes dangled from the precariously-grabbed yellow, wooden house as it soared across the sky in the claws of the massive, black dragon. Little Agent, Daddy Potato, and Best Welsh Buddy ran hurriedly, concerned about the safety of their friends. "Hey!" Daddy Potato shouted angrily. "Give us back my sisters and Little Agent's friend!" The daunting, dark Draconian dragon turn its sleek head, its green eyes blazing in the sun as its gaze burned into the faces of the small family. It suddenly stuck it its pink, forked tongue to splutter a rude raspberry before turning its head back and continuing his flight. "Well, that wasn't what I was anticipating." Best Welsh Buddy admitted. "How're we gonna get to it?!" Daddy Potato wondered aloud. "It's so high up!" "We'll just have to keep going down our path, but quickly." Little Agent decided. "Its path seems to be the same as ours, so we can kill two birds with one stone - we can go on the Journey Ciar the Eighth gave us and get to our friends." "What kind of birds?" Daddy Potato asked, seeming somewhat cross. "Erm, I dunno. Any kind of bird - an oriole, a canary, a mockingbird, whatever." Daddy Potato glared angrily at his son. "Never harm a mockingbird, Little Agent." "I'm sorry, Daddy Potato." Little Agent apologized sadly. "But we must get going! I just hope Lady Narwhal is coping well with all this; she must be scared out of her mind . . ."
"This - is - awesome!" Lady Narwhal whooped excitedly, her excited head sticking outside of the window of the small yellow house. "Get your head out of the window, Lady Narwhal!" Lord Tigress shouted with concern. "You could fall out! You don't know what this dragon could do!" "But it's fun! And the view is great!" Lord Tigress sighed and walked over to the window. She, too, stuck out her head and laughed with amazement, with a small brick-shaped charm hanging from her necklace, swinging in the wind. "Haha, this actually is pretty awesome! I mean, I know it's scary to have a dragon kidnapping you, but this still is pretty cool." "what the h*ck i think you guys have lost it" Mandarin Orange said from behind them in disapproval.
Plumbing pipes and tubes dangled from the precariously-grabbed yellow, wooden house as it soared across the sky in the claws of the massive, black dragon. Little Agent, Daddy Potato, and Best Welsh Buddy ran hurriedly, concerned about the safety of their friends. "Hey!" Daddy Potato shouted angrily. "Give us back my sisters and Little Agent's friend!" The daunting, dark Draconian dragon turn its sleek head, its green eyes blazing in the sun as its gaze burned into the faces of the small family. It suddenly stuck it its pink, forked tongue to splutter a rude raspberry before turning its head back and continuing his flight. "Well, that wasn't what I was anticipating." Best Welsh Buddy admitted. "How're we gonna get to it?!" Daddy Potato wondered aloud. "It's so high up!" "We'll just have to keep going down our path, but quickly." Little Agent decided. "Its path seems to be the same as ours, so we can kill two birds with one stone - we can go on the Journey Ciar the Eighth gave us and get to our friends." "What kind of birds?" Daddy Potato asked, seeming somewhat cross. "Erm, I dunno. Any kind of bird - an oriole, a canary, a mockingbird, whatever." Daddy Potato glared angrily at his son. "Never harm a mockingbird, Little Agent." "I'm sorry, Daddy Potato." Little Agent apologized sadly. "But we must get going! I just hope Lady Narwhal is coping well with all this; she must be scared out of her mind . . ."
"This - is - awesome!" Lady Narwhal whooped excitedly, her excited head sticking outside of the window of the small yellow house. "Get your head out of the window, Lady Narwhal!" Lord Tigress shouted with concern. "You could fall out! You don't know what this dragon could do!" "But it's fun! And the view is great!" Lord Tigress sighed and walked over to the window. She, too, stuck out her head and laughed with amazement, with a small brick-shaped charm hanging from her necklace, swinging in the wind. "Haha, this actually is pretty awesome! I mean, I know it's scary to have a dragon kidnapping you, but this still is pretty cool." "what the h*ck i think you guys have lost it" Mandarin Orange said from behind them in disapproval.
I'd put a reminder on an e-sticky note to remember but it's so flooded with stuff I ignore it. 
I should still write the next part in the next couple of days. ![[derp]](http://storage.proboards.com/6672327/images/YqNTPqyQUocVMYXZgUAI.png)
