Humorous Exhumation (ANYONE)

Ooc: EDIT: ANYONE/EVERYONE can join .Whoever wants to join. I'm using .Jam

The clank of a shovel, and little squeaks of joy are the only sounds throughout the large plots of graves. Jam hoists the shovel back and forth, leaving her feet a grubby brown. The shovel hits home, and patches of earth-eaten wood emerge from the soil. Squealing in delight, Jam joyously unearthes the aged box. Worms older than the graves around them fall from there home. Under the pale light of the moon, a figure watches Jam, sizing up just what the heck she's doing.

OoC: My char is Jabel (in sig)

Bic: That figure was Jabel and he just happened too spot her while he was walking down the road by the garveyard. He asks "What in the world are you doing? I wouldn't think that would be respectable to the dead" Jam drops her shovel and Jabel noticed that her hair changed another color but it was to dark to tell which colors. "I can't let you do that missy, now it would be best that you put that box back where it belongs, or I would have to take out my katana." Jabel said. Jam stayed put. Jabel was thinking: 'why isn't she scared? she should be runnig for her life right now. Maybe I should ask her reasons first'
Jabel asked, "Why are digging up boxes from these graves?" Jam said...

OoC: continue from the *.....*

OOC: Can I join? If so I will use Haden from the sig.

"Is it any of your business what I'm doing? Who made it your job to meddle in my affairs? Besides, it's not like they need their bodies anymore. They just lay here all day anyway. And I've just found the perfect addition to my collection."

Jam threw the shovel aside. Her hair went from an pea-soup green, to a pure dove white; a sharp contrast to her dark, now grubby, attire. She wiped off what dirt and mold she could and smiled wickedly at her opponent. Raising a gauntlet covered hand, Jam mouthed a few voiceless words. Out of the dust and grime emerged an aged feather quill and a giant piece of parchment. She walked away from the unearthed grave, hoping to not damage the contents in what seemed to be a forthcoming battle. Rather, Jam viewed it more as a playful action than a fight. The two items hovered around her body, waiting for her command.

Jam steadied her body, legs spread, her leather gown showing quite a bit of leg. She felt her power, her magic undulating inside herself. Pulling at it, she released it, pushing it into her prized weapons. The quill, now gleaming with a dark red ink, readied itself. Jam opened her mouth, her pale lips began to speak in a soft ethereal voice.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!...

...The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

Signaled by the last of the recitation, the parchment and quill burst into a shining blue flame. Moments later, amongst the dust and flying goo, a large, fleshy mass emerged from the blue void.

Stringy sinew dripped off the newborn creature's rippling flesh. A low growl escaped it's massive jaws. Staring at Jam's opponent, Jabel, with golden eye's, it opened its mouth allowing just enought light to highlight the rows of razor edge teeth.

The creature stood like a giant against Jam and her competitor. Large, ripped arms held long threatening claws. It's massive trunk covered in a fur-like hair; a black mane of long, whispy hair grew from it's head and neck.

The creature bent down slightly, reaching one hand to the ground. It's athletic, sinewy legs held razor talons on each foot. A long how erupted from the menacing creation as it stared at Jabel; poised for attack.

"Oh, umm... thats ok. I will be going now." Jabel shakingly said. but Jabel was very smart, he wasn't about to leave, and he 'cause and effect' skills came into action. Jabel threw his sword at a tree above the creature and it cut a branch of and it landed right onto the monster. Jam was able to get out of the way.

Jabel ran towards his katana but it was on the other side of Jam and the creature. So he tried to jump off the tree and land on the other side but he wasn't that lucky. Right after he jumped off the tree but his crotch met the branch that landed on the creatures head. And to find out that the creature was the one holding it.

Jabel had a very suprised and frightful look on his face. as he fell to the ground, the two others laughed at him. After they were done with their laughing, the creature picked Jabel up by his feet, and now he was upside down. What they didn't know was that when the monster picked him up, Jabel snatched his katana back and hid it behind his back. As the creature was ready to land a nice punch on him, Jabel slashed the things arm with the katana, just enough to make a cut and to make the thing drop him back onto the ground.

The creature sat down and weeped a little, and Jabel was ready to land an attack on Jam.

Jam realized something. Something so profound and crazy that she just started laughing. Laughing at the boy in front of her, the crying monster, and her own rediculous self. She snapped her fingers and everying disappeared: the paper, the quill, the monster. She waved to the stranger and walked off into the nearby village.
I wonder if they have any twizzlers? I need to get home fast, I left my oven on.she thought to herself.

"What.....the......hell" Jabel said. He followed her to the village.
When he got there he couldn't find her, but he could hear her laughing at him. "Where is she?"
He jumped up on to a roof of a coffee house using a ladder as a polvolt. And wwhen he landed, he found Jam on the roof of a store three houses down. He jumped the houses in between and spoke to her, "Ok, this is getting annoying; please tell what the hell you were doing with those boxes?"" All Jam did was jump up and down clapping her hands and laughing. "Oh hell no, this isn't happening" Jabel said
Jam climbed down th stairs from the roof which led to the backroom of the store. And of course, Jabel was right behind her. Jam headed into the store area and getting a kart and putting hams and twizzlers and corn in her basket and then put them back in places like the paper towel area's floor, and in the restrooms toilet. And then she laughed somemore.

As she walked towards the door, Jabel finally snapped; he threw his katana at Jam and it pinned her shirt to the wall, she was stuck. Yet she was still laughing.

The moonlight that had managed to filter through the heavy foliage that clung in thick bunches to the branches, illuminated the white and blue uniform that contained the sleek, long and muscular form of the secret operative. The kalediscope pattern that was created by the thick green membranes shifted softly and wandered across his broad chest, guided by the soft wind that had blown into the forest. The ungloved hand gripped the white branch of the elm tree he was standing on, the deep lines of fate, love, and life were filled with the springy light green moss that grew on the tree correctly names slippery. Taking one of the hands from the limb of the dewy tree, he pushed a lock of ragtag blond hair out of his face were the wind had blown it.

With eyes as blue as artic ice and just as cracked with streaks of piercing white, Haden Blue started down at his target. They dialted breifly, confirming with utter dedication that it was the same one described to him through the silver cellular device in which all of his encrpyted messages were sent straight from the head quarters from some superior he had never meet but was sure that was highly aquinted with him.

Yes, this was the one. Her eariler display of some unknown technology that had been described to him proved it. He had watched her hair turn colors, just as told. But the odd poetry she recited was of verse unheard. The term Jabberwocky was used in the Diamond Citadel often, but never had he known the source. When he had consulted the computer consol in the library, it had said it was a famous work destroyed in the great war. He had put it out of his mind, his superior had told him not to think of the odd things he would enounter in this place but just to do the job. And the job he would now do.

No thud could be heard as member of special operations squad Blue, Number Two, jumped from his perch high on the slippery elm tree to land in the thick loam of the forrest floor. He started to walk in the vesinty that he had seen his target go to as soon as landing, and his quick long legged steps carried him out of the forrest in a matter of seconds. He passed the first quiant house that differed so greatly from the idustrial esque apartments that he and other government agents occupied. They had wooden shingles and thick rippled glass in the windows that gave the yellow light that poured from inside a softer glow, rather than the glass of his apartment that was tinted and let no light in or out.

As Haden passed the fifth building in his third block, he heard a particularly loud cackle explode from the near back of the house. With a confirming nod of his tanned head, the tall man turned to face the old oak front door. A firm kick with the heavy steel toed army boots was all that took the shoodily put togeather door to fall inward and land, throwing up a deal of heavy dust from the poorly matinenced floor. His hands going reflexively to the twin guns, he stopped his self from pulling them from the snap clip fastening straps, for he had specific details not to and instead gripped his white syntigrip Kris handle, his right thumb moving caressingly across the red gem's faceted face. Unsheathing it swiftly and silently, years of practice comming into action as the wavy white blade flashed into the area infront of him.

The thick haze that surrounded the blade, the wirlwind caused by the special clay that enabled the melee weapon to block bullets, wirred slightly with the sound that was so familiar to him, the sound of the stuff reviving after being sealed away in the air tight casing that held it to his lower back. He flipped the weapon into a downward motion, incase some managed to sneek up upon him, a great rarity to those of his species, and continued his search.

As the Reiishiken paced down the hall way, he passed a whitewashed door that was obviously the source of the targets laughing. Haden turned to face it, once again kicking the door down with a heavy heel kick, his dagger held in the blocking position. There was a figure standing infront him, who was definatly not the target, but obviously was seeking to steal his kill. Another is after my kill. The man with blond hair thought coldly, narrowing his icey blue orbs at the man infront of him. In a disarming movement, Haden dropped to the floor and kicked the man's feet out from under him with the heavy steel toes of the black boots, a crack could be heard. With precision he stood up, the dagger poised infront of him if either the mark of the man on the floor tryed to attack, they would surely be killed.

OOC: I know, very unlike my character to not kill them out right. But hey what would be the fun if he did. Also I am sorry if you did not wish for me to be here, but no answer is very vauge so I decided to join in the fun. Hope you dont mind.

OoC: I hope I'm the man you are talking about

Bic: Jabel was on the floor, and his katana was on the other side of the room. So that is why he kicked the stand filled with fruit right next to him and all of the buried Haden. That bought him enough time to go fetch his sword and defend himself. After he got his sword from the wall, Jam left the building (Or did she?). He came back for Haden. He rummaged through the pile of apples and oranges but found nothing. "How could this be? I didn't leave him alone for 10 seconds!" Jabel said. Suddenly he felt a masive hit to the back of his head.

Next thing he knew, he was in the pile of fruit with his head sticking out. What...the..hell. He thought to himself, though he could see the person who took a cheap shot to the back of his head. "What are you doing! I am trying to hwlp people and you pile me with fruit? You Bastard!" Jabel yelled at Haden. Haden said to him "Why should I listen to you?" "Because I am doing something good until you had to get into the middle of this!" Haden didn't seem to care, he through a dagger at Jabel, but he ducked his head into the pile of natures candy so the dagger hit a big shelf of candy. The shelf fell over. And it barely missed Jabel, but smashed alot of fruit that was covering him.

Jabel realized that he had his katana. With Hadens back turned to fetch his dagger, Jabel leaped out of the pile and dashed at Haden. Haden saw him at the corner of his eye and dodged his blow. But Jabel picked up and apple and threw it, it hit Hadens nose and he fell back. Then he threw his katana at him and it went staright threw his arm. And it pinned him against the propane tanks. And Jabel just happened to find lighters in the front.

OoC: Please (This is only a request) keep yours short like mine, so I can understand it.

Jam withdraws from battle.

OOC: FYI, if we were to rp again my character would never throw his Kris.

The deep crimson liquid of life slowly secreted from the narrow slit allowed to it in the far edge of the sword wound, for the blade it's self occupied the rest of it. Sparkling azure blue eyes stared down at the darkened metal, examining the almost artful random and intertwining blotches of blood that was spattered across the blade with a thick concentration of the liquid at the tip which continued down into the arm. With a steady hand, common to those who have been trained to endure pain, operative Blue Two pulled the steel from his arm calmly by the hilt, wrapping his hand around the well seasoned handle and pulling it out with even flinching. Yet he did not throw it to the ground, or back at his opponent.

Pain was not the only thing the body of the Reiishiken sensed however. The tanned nostrils had began twitching only moments ago in reaction to the putrid stench that emanated like a foul aura from the cold tin containers that held it, ready to be used. It would not however be used for it's intended purposes tonight, for the gleam of a lighter was visible in grimy hands of his opponent as his malicious digit sought out the round which would create a spark. A spark to kill them all.

Scanning the room hurriedly, Haden sought for the form of this target. Not finding her in the current vicinity, he decided that it was time for his exit. The man's Katana in hand, the member of Squad Blue flipped forward, the spot which the shinning form of the white hilted kris lay. Picking it up as he cartwheeled over it, Haden Blue ran a approving finger above the air of the blade and placed it quickly in it's sheath. Landing behind the man he slipped the Katana into it's holder on the person of it's owner and made a mad dash out of the building, his white coat puffing out behind him as if a kite and his heavy black boots ringing through the cramped hallway.

Jabel slowly shook his head and put away the lighter back into his pocket, making sure that it did not produce any sparks. It amazed him to think back at that few seconds in which the man had escaped, his motions that accomplished so much yet took so little time bewildered the human. To think, if this man was not as fast as he had been then surely they both might have died in a terrible explosion he foolhardily would have caused. Still shaking his head that was covered in battle matted hair, the swordsman exited the building, letting whatever authorities that wished to deal with the gas leak and slipped into the night, hand upon his trust sword ready for whatever trouble would present it's self.