A while later, around sunset, I was getting anxious. The mods still hadn’t come, but I was getting worried that they’d arrest Eli or figure out it was me. The break-in had been perfect but I was nervous that I’d missed something and we’d get caught. You probably think I’m crazy for breaking into the Mod Tower and taking the singular most valuable artifact ever, but like I said, I have personal reasons and you know, you don’t mess with the personal reasons. That’d be like messing with Kenobi’s high ground. See, we can’t have any of that, now can we? Exactly, one doesn’t not simply mess with the sacred high ground therefore one does not simply mess with personal reasons either. Anyways, if my full plan was going to work, I needed the mods to not figure out it was me. That was why I created this plan but was careful to keep Eli and I from getting caught and with the information I’d gained already, I’d be able to get what I wanted once the case was declared cold or someone else was blamed I sighed and landed, stuffing my hover board back into my backpack. I had tracked Eli’s hover board and the reading had taken me to a dingy-looking ‘restaurant’ thing of some sort. I felt like tavern was a better word for it. For one thing, it was called The Wilted Pizza. How charming, right? Whatever, I don’t care, I just needed to find Eli and get out of there. Our last encounter had ended on an unfriendly note. After giving Wilted Pizza a suspicious glance, I walked in and was greeted by a cacophony of voices, faces and odd smells. The place was packed full of people and terribly loud because of this. I scanned the room and saw Eli sitting at the back of the room, giving the people around him suspicious looks and sipping his glass of water. “Hey,” I called as I walked over to him. “Hello.” He nodded and sipped his glass of water. “So…” I began and trailed off. “Yes?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Y’know, before…”
“’Before’ what?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Well, I just thought that--” “You thought what?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Friends shouldn’t remain… displeased with each other, you know?” “’You know’ what?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “I’m sorry’s all! I shouldn’t have gotten mad about an entirely reasonable assumption.” I apologised, hoping I sounded sincere, which I was, but I’ve been known for rarely sounding it. “Oh, that’s all?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “I’m sorry too, assuming didn’t help.” “Good, everything’s fine then?” I asked and didn’t sip my glass of water since I didn’t have one. “Yep,” He shrugged and sipped his glass of water. “Would you mind telling me your reasons for stealing that sword, Soulbinder?” I bristled and replied, “No,” “How about this then, is your hand still glowing?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Yessss,” I growled, pulling the glove off my hand to show him. “and the rest of my arm, and I have no idea why!” “I want a magic blue arm,” He said a bit sarcastically and sipped his glass of water. “That’s creepy! It’s creepy!” I cried. “And it’s not magic!” “Yeah, but what if it is?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Magic, I mean.” “It’s not.” “How do you know?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “I just do, OK!” I huffed. “I don’t believe in magic.” “Right. Why don’t you believe in magic?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Because magic is impossible and silly.” I said. “So says the girl with a magic blue arm.” He remarked and sipped his glass of water. “Stop sipping your glass of water!” I retorted. “Alright,” He nodded, and sipped his glass of water. I was about to reply, when I suddenly heard the voices of four mods. “Eli, get out of here, the mods are coming.” I hissed in a lower tone. “You are magic! I knew it!” He whisper-shouted.
TheGreatCon and Essa Kryze, please don't take the next story part the wrong way. I promise I'm not making fun of either of you in it, but using fictional versions of you two worked pretty well since 1) you're both mods and 2) you two are friends.
“No, but I can hear them.” I explained. I strained to see around the many people and sure enough, I could see the tops of Con’s sombrero and Zach’s top hat. “Con and Zach are here, and Essa, I think. Get out of here while you can, I don’t want you getting arrested too.” “But I--” “Go!” I ordered as sternly as I could. “You need to leave or you’ll get caught too!” He glared at me for a moment then grumblingly agreed and headed for the door. I waited until I couldn’t see him any more and then stood up, stretched my arms and looked around for any possible weapons. Essa’s voice shouted, “Eternal City PD and moderators! We are here for Neko Paintbrush!” “Essa?” Con asked. “If you’re her, put your hands in the air--” She continued, but he interrupted her. “Essa!” He said again. “What?” she hissed. “I thought we agreed that it was my turn to say that?” Con told her. “You did it last time.” “Yeah, but it’s fun. You can do it next time.” “You said that last time!” “Well, I mean it this time!” “How do I know?” “You don’t.” “That’s not fair!” “Life’s never fair, get used to it.” “You’re mean.” “I know.” “I’m going to cry.” “No, you aren’t.” “But what if I did?” “Conner. I know you. You won’t.” “But what if I did?” “I’d laugh.” “You’re mean.” “We all ready established that.” “Villains are mean.” “Are you saying I’m a villain?” “If the shoe fits…” “It doesn’t.” “What size shoes to you wear?” “Six and a half.” “I knew it! The shoe does fit you! It’s six and a half.” “How do you know?” “Because I made it.” “You made a villain shoe?” “What can I say, I have many talents.” “Villain-shoe making?” “Yeah.” “What if I don’t want to be a villain?" “That’s silly; of course you do.” “No, I don’t.” “So let me say it.” “Say what?” “Eternal City PD and moderators. We are here for Neko Paintbrush. Put your hands in the air and don’t move.” “Okay, you just did.” “But it’s not the same!” “Too bad." “Then how about we start over and say it together?” “That works.” “Okay, on the count of three. One…” “Two…”
“Eternal City PD and moderators! We are here for Neko Paintbrush! Put your hands in the air and don’t move!” “You didn’t wait for me!” “Villains are good at hiding in plain sight.” “Enough!” Rome shouted. “That’s enough! We are here to arrest Neko, not argue about who announces it! You two can discuss that later, in a shack in the middle of nowhere where we don’t need to hear it.” “Okay.” Con and Essa said together. “There she is!” Essa shouted. “Arrest her!” Con yelled. “That’s our job, you bozo!” “I know, I was just reminding myself that.” “Why do you need to remind yourself?” “Well, I forgot.” “So how were you able to remind yourself?” “Because I forgot.” “That doesn’t make sense.” “Now you’re catching on!” “Really, guys? Again?” Rome rolled his eyes and walked past the bickering Con and Essa towards me. “Neko, you’re under arrest.” I lifted my chin, “Oh yeah? Under what charges?” “Theft and breaking and entering on federal property.” Rome told me. “We have evidence against you and a warrant for your arrest.” I gave an exaggerated sighed and said in an exceedingly bored, mocking voice, “Oh dear, you’ve caught me, how sad.” I smirked at the four mods, “You wish!” …And then I promptly kicked Rome in the stomach then darted for the door. Rome gasped, the breath knocked out of him. “After her!” he ordered after a moment. “Yes, sir!” Con nodded. “Right away!” Essa agreed. Zach nodded in reply and the three mods gave chase, not far behind me. I may have been a fast runner, but they were all taller than me and their longer strides gave them a bit of an advantage. Eventually, I’d have to fight them or give up, in either case, I’d be arrested. “Here come the moderators!” Con cried. “Of justice!” Essa added. “Yeah, and we moderate justice!” shouted Con. “Get back here and let us arrest you!” Essa yelled. “Just stop, you’re making us sound like the bad guys.” Zach said to them as the three followed me down the street. * * * RomeNZ , fictional Neko should be so ashamed of herself for kicking fictional you. Sorry.
[..] “Are you saying I’m a villain?” “If the shoe fits…” “It doesn’t.” “What size shoes to you wear?” “Six and a half.” “I knew it! The shoe does fit you! It’s six and a half.” “How do you know?” “Because I made it.” “You made a villain shoe?” “What can I say, I have many talents.” [...]
Some of the best dialogue I've read in a while. XD
I haven't read them in a long time, just because once I caught up and had to wait for the next one to come out, I couldn't remember what happened last. The timeline got a little confusing after the Dawn of the Clans came out. But yes, I love Warriors!
Gotcha. Who's you're favorite character(s)?
Hmm, I would say Bramblestar and Dovewing... How about you?
I haven't read them in a long time, just because once I caught up and had to wait for the next one to come out, I couldn't remember what happened last. The timeline got a little confusing after the Dawn of the Clans came out. But yes, I love Warriors!
*creepy-whispers from a corner of the room* y a a a s s s s s s s : D
*snip* I sighed and landed, stuffing my hover board back into my backpack. I had tracked Eli’s hover board and the reading had taken me to a dingy-looking ‘restaurant’ thing of some sort. I felt like tavern was a better word for it. For one thing, it was called The Wilted Pizza. How charming, right? Whatever, I don’t care, I just needed to find Eli and get out of there. Our last encounter had ended on an unfriendly note.
“No, but I can hear them.” I explained. I strained to see around the many people and sure enough, I could see the tops of Con’s sombrero and Zach’s top hat. “Con and Zach are here, and Essa, I think. Get out of here while you can, I don’t want you getting arrested too.” “But I--” “Go!” I ordered as sternly as I could. “You need to leave or you’ll get caught too!” He glared at me for a moment then grumblingly agreed and headed for the door. I waited until I couldn’t see him any more and then stood up, stretched my arms and looked around for any possible weapons. Essa’s voice shouted, “Eternal City PD and moderators! We are here for Neko Paintbrush!” “Essa?” Con asked. “If you’re her, put your hands in the air--” She continued, but he interrupted her. “Essa!” He said again. “What?” she hissed. “I thought we agreed that it was my turn to say that?” Con told her. “You did it last time.” “Yeah, but it’s fun. You can do it next time.” “You said that last time!” “Well, I mean it this time!” “How do I know?” “You don’t.” “That’s not fair!” “Life’s never fair, get used to it.” “You’re mean.” “I know.” “I’m going to cry.” “No, you aren’t.” “But what if I did?” “Conner. I know you. You won’t.” “But what if I did?” “I’d laugh.” “You’re mean.” “We all ready established that.” “Villains are mean.” “Are you saying I’m a villain?” “If the shoe fits…” “It doesn’t.” “What size shoes to you wear?” “Six and a half.” “I knew it! The shoe does fit you! It’s six and a half.” “How do you know?” “Because I made it.” “You made a villain shoe?” “What can I say, I have many talents.” “Villain-shoe making?” “Yeah.” “What if I don’t want to be a villain?" “That’s silly; of course you do.” “No, I don’t.” “So let me say it.” “Say what?” “Eternal City PD and moderators. We are here for Neko Paintbrush. Put your hands in the air and don’t move.” “Okay, you just did.” “But it’s not the same!” “Too bad." “Then how about we start over and say it together?” “That works.” “Okay, on the count of three. One…” “Two…”
“’Before’ what?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Well, I just thought that--” “You thought what?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Friends shouldn’t remain… displeased with each other, you know?” “’You know’ what?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “I’m sorry’s all! I shouldn’t have gotten mad about an entirely reasonable assumption.” I apologised, hoping I sounded sincere, which I was, but I’ve been known for rarely sounding it. “Oh, that’s all?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “I’m sorry too, assuming didn’t help.” “Good, everything’s fine then?” I asked and didn’t sip my glass of water since I didn’t have one. “Yep,” He shrugged and sipped his glass of water. “Would you mind telling me your reasons for stealing that sword, Soulbinder?” I bristled and replied, “No,” “How about this then, is your hand still glowing?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Yessss,” I growled, pulling the glove off my hand to show him. “and the rest of my arm, and I have no idea why!” “I want a magic blue arm,” He said a bit sarcastically and sipped his glass of water. “That’s creepy! It’s creepy!” I cried. “And it’s not magic!” “Yeah, but what if it is?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Magic, I mean.” “It’s not.” “How do you know?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “I just do, OK!” I huffed. “I don’t believe in magic.” “Right. Why don’t you believe in magic?” He asked and sipped his glass of water. “Because magic is impossible and silly.” I said. “So says the girl with a magic blue arm.” He remarked and sipped his glass of water. “Stop sipping your glass of water!” I retorted. “Alright,” He nodded, and sipped his glass of water. I was about to reply, when I suddenly heard the voices of four mods. “Eli, get out of here, the mods are coming.” I hissed in a lower tone. “You are magic! I knew it!” He whisper-shouted.
Listen to Neko, son, you're going to need an emergency bathroom trip at this rate.
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