TranSPARTAnly...
Eh, emoticon Megaman? Are you confused about the word I just used?
This word means that I use words in the story that are not in the dictionary but could be dictionary material. I've been using them since Part 1!
In fact, I've hidden four words in this part of the story that aren't even words! If you find them, there will a special surprise inside your next cereal box! How fun would that be?
;D
Great! (I'll just make him buy cereal that has one of those cheap foam toys.
) You guys can play along too! If you find all four words, I'll give out a mini-story on the next update, right before the fifth and final part of the Chapter! Remember, words with hyphens and internet abbreviations (including pwn) DO NOT count. Happy hunting!
Anyway, I have mustered the creativity to create the fourth part of the chapter.
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*CHAPTER 4: TURNABOUT SUPER-NOOB (Part 4)*
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We looked over at the Furry nervously. We tried to suspect that this was some joke. Upon closer examination, his face showed that it indeed was not some silly dark humor jokery that one would pull in a situation like this. Oh no, Daniel somehow escaped maximum strength prison. And we had no leads on his whereabouts. We were helpless. I could sense the fear on both their faces. I gulped, seeing as this was bad. Reputation tarnished, we headed back to Furry's suite to find some leads.
Furry's suite was pretty sweet, if you'll excuse my horrible use of homonymous usage. It was large and well lit (blacklight to boot), with spiral stairs to an upper level, although the lobby was the hundreth floor and there was assumably no upper levels of which there could be to trod upon. The carpets were shag, as the lamps were lava. He even had those "bead doors" that many hippies once owned. It would've been a blast for the seventies, had it not been for the hooked up 100-inch plasma screen with every game system out on the bottom, neatly organized by game period.
"I love you," I said out loud, possibly directed towards Furry. He stared at me with those awkward eyes. I glanced at him for a second, then excusingly responded, "I was talking to the room." He didn't believe me, but that's what he meant.
Furry escorted us to his "office", which had more of the same. Except this room had a old-school Mac-looking working version of Windows XP sitting on the table, a nice touch to any 70's decorated room. Also in the room was a turntable bed that spun around if one pushed hard enough, which had flowery covers. Not to mention the rug was loaded with different 70's flower designs. There was a jukebox in the corner that looked positively ancient. There was also a door in the office that had a sign that said, "Toke Room." I was beginning to think that Furry got booked with the wrong room.
The almost undisputed evidence that proved my point was that when Bard and Furry were sitting on the bed discussing the case while I sat down to this unsigned light-switch. They were quietly murmuring when I flipped the switch. All of a sudden, the room darkened and a disco ball slowly descended and stopped to glitter around the room. The bed started spinning slowly and the song "You Spin Me Right Round" by Dead or Alive seemed to jump into play. I couldn't help but at least snicker.
"So, your office doubles as a shag pad? Exactly how many girls are in the Consortium again?" I said, still laughing at the appearence of the room. Bard started laughing at my put-down, while Furry went on denying it.
"No, this came with the room! That's it!" Furry exclaimed, embarrassed and running for the switch. He turned off the switch and started walking out the door.
"Wait, where are you going Furry?" Bard asked.
"I need a more thoughtful enviroment to think in. You guys are too immature to handle this job," Furry said. He looked back at Bard and pointed at him. "You just might lose your badge for this." And he left. We didn't see Furry for an hour.
***MUCH LATER***
Bard and I quietly reviewed some sheets of paper linking Daniel's whereabouts. I looked up from my paper and asked Bard a couple more questions.
"Bard, what do our opponents look like?" I asked. "What do Rekai and Rays look like?" Without even looking at me, he handed me two case files with paper and information about the prosecutors. It went like this.
REKAI: This prosecutor is a threat to noob society by bearing the Falcon Ruler of Rules to smash them out into Drifters. Said Ruler of Rules is a sword of major awesometude that is crafted from quartz and is encrypted with onyx markings to mimic the look of a standard student ruler, but to deadly effect. Rekai was at one point a vigilante ninja of sorts, destroying much foundation in the Consortium by insulting the inhabitants. He changed his ways due to the Fayzon core meltdown, however, and started channeling his anger into pummeling noobs. He recently released a paper stating that the Consortium was being crushed by noobs, and that even Kayorei's authority could not stop it, much to the Consortium's undying irony states. The picture included was taken 2007-08-19.
Rekai actually looked much smaller than I imagined, sporting a ninja outfit, without the mask to amplify stealth. His face reminded me that of Daryan Crescend from Apollo Justice, with pompadour to boot. Quite phallic hair, if I did say so myself.
RAYS: Formely known as Syaro F. Striker, a very good and lenient fun challenge taker in his time. Many of the records were lost in the Fayzon core meltdown in the Consortium, leaving Syaro's fun-loving side altered. The business side took over, leaving him with a focused mind. His disposition has allowed even the toughest opponents to cower in fear of him. With this power, he gathered the title of Moderator in no time. He changed his name to Soacho Rays, which many of the CT's call Colonel Rays due to his leadership skills. The picture included was taken 2807-11-31.
At first I thought the eight was a smudge, but it was obviously a typo of some kind. I would've not asked Bard yet another question. Rays looked a lot like Megaman X from the Zero series, with adjustments to the helmet to look more like Colonel Redips' from the X series, and a sword from the Zero series, not to mention much heavier armor.
Furry called us in to tell us exactly where Daniel was. We walked in slowly to magnify the agony he already felt.
"We're sorry," I said. "We just-"
"No time for apologies. We've already crossed that bridge. Daniel's on the old industrial floor, floor one and the only thing keeping the Consortium balanced. If he transforms there, we can all kiss our butts goodbye," Furry said dramatically. His eyes and disposition were serious.
We ran to the elevators, passing door by door, each diamond aglare in our eyes a harbinger of our lateness. We passed by Fay's desk fast, but Furry quickly asked if we were too late.
"Fay!" Furry barked, much to the irony of his species. "Did the prosecutors come by here?"
"Yes, no need to yell. They said they found a runner and hurried into the slow elevator. I guess haste really does make waste," Fay said.
"Thanks Fay!" he said fast, hurrying into the elevator. As soon as we reached the 30th floor, we pulled on the rope for dear life. And then we finally made it. The doors opened, revealing the industrial floor.
There was a cheap smell of wine splotched all over the air. It was very hot in this part of the Consortium, making the smell amplify. Astrewn across the room were machines used for building machines to fix machines that worked make machines. The largest machine was a large dome, bronze in color and was the source of the heat.
We walked around the structure, but did not hear anything. It was then that Furry looked at the door of the room, contemplatively.
"God, I hope he didn't wander in there," Furry said. I turned to him.
"Why?" I asked. He looked at me and started explaining.
"That structure houses the Fayzon core. Fayzon is the alternative nuclear fuel energy source that gives the Consortium power. It's what gives the Kayorei super-computer power. We found that Fayzon was a very good energy source a couple of years back. We left Rays and Rekai on duty. However, the day that Kayorei decided to dump her mind, the core imploded on us.
"Luckily, Kayorei was okay. But Rays and Rekai were both horrible mutated. The hospital wing did all they could to reconfigure their skin and stuff. Both of them changed their ways, and eventually became the prosecutor team."
"So why is this bad for us?" I asked.
"Because," Bard continued for Furry, "if Daniel wanders into the core, it will both wipe Kayorei clean off of her motherboard, and molecularly alter Daniel to become an Ultra-Noob. These noobs are rare in nature and are mostly scientifically make. However, Ultra-Noobs have very low life-spans. If Daniel is reconstructed to have eternal life, we might as well give up the Consortium to the FL00D prophecy and we will be kicked out for good."
We walked slowly into the bronze structure. The Fayzon Core was a shining purple core with some blue molecular trail, much like the Omega-13 from the movie
Galaxy Quest. It pulsed every once in a while, making no more than a nice humming, purring noise. We walked around silently. Then a voice came out of nowhere.
"Howdy fellas!" A shadow jumped down and landed. He stepped towards the light of the Fayzon core, saying, "It's been a while since I've been down here. Scares me every time I do." I realized who it was.
"Rekai!" I yelled out loud.
"Yes, good job newbie. You'll live. For now." He directed his eyes to Furry. "Furry. I don't suppose you're here for anything?"
"I am, Rekai," he replied. "I'm here to reclaim a runaway noob, and if you're here to stop me, God save me, I'll throw you into the Fayzon Core itself. I have right mind to do that." Furry winced at Rekai.
"Yes, yes. I'm sure you will. But before you do, I have one last question. Avert your eyes to atop the Fayzon core!" A light shown upon the figure strung by a rope. It was Daniel.
"Is this yours?" Rekai asked.
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