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Journal Entry #20060714


hihi its Ganny!!! blaugh

momma said that i cud could rite write the jernal journal entry for today cuz I'm doin doing so well wif with my tiping typing! She says that i already tipe type betur better then some teenajers teenagers. biggrin cool huh?

what, momma? spellcheker spellchecker? ok.....

ooooo cool. now i know how to spell lotsa new words!!!

kay im done for today writin writing is kinda hard.....

Ruby was dressed like a gypsy. Or a tramp... or a thief. Either way, her garmets mainly consisted of scarves and jewelry.

Except for her deadly weapon...

The deadly...

FRYING PAN!!

She looked around a little bit, hadn't she been with that adorable little sharkling before?

"A'n where in tarnation am Ah?"




Gantu groaned and uncurled himself from the fetal position that he had apparently been occupying for the last... god knows how many hours. "Nnnng..." With a groan and a twitch, he extended a hand, aiming to grab for the bed headboard that he used to help himself sit up in the morning, since he was OBVIOUSLY in bed.

...All he found was air...

He continued to grope for the headboard, eyes scrunched shut for several minutes before he hit something. Hard. Dusty. Definately not a headboard and definately not his bed. He opened his eyes and was surprised to see a dirt path and the open sky, with each taking up half of his vision. Well, that would explain why his bed was so hard today...

"A'n where in tarnation am Ah?"

Gantu blinked as he heard a familiar voice from somewhere nearby... Perhaps from around the corner of that pagoda...? He sat up and instantly shivered a little. This was probably to be expected, as a moment later, he discovered that he had not shirt on... Just an intricately embroidered, white vest and a pair of fingerless gloves with metal caps on the knuckles. Upon further inspection, he was relieved to discover that he still had pants, though they were definately not his... Instead of his tight uniform pants, or the jeans that his mother had bough him, he was wearing baggy, white cotton pants, tucked into a pair of what appeared to be rawhide boots. "Wha...?" He blinked in confusion at his new attire, but remembering Wonderland, he just decided to shrug it off and chalk it up to the Magical Kingdom's ever-changing enviroment. Besides, there were more important matters at hand.

"Ms. Ruby...?"



Ruby turned around.

AHHH THERE WAS A SCARY ALIEN WITH KNUCKLEGLOVES AND...

Oh, wait, he had an overbite.

"Gantu, is that you?" Ruby let out a sigh of relief as she walked over and skritched him under his chin like she did when they first met.

"Thank god, I didn't know if you were familiar with the changes that this place goes through. At least it isn't Halloween Town again..."



Gantu giggled cutely as he was scritched under the chin. It was Ms. Ruby. "Yupyup! It's me, Ms. Ruby," he chirped with a grin, "Who'd ya think it was?"

He nodded. He was familiar with the changes, alright... "Yeah... Wonderland turned me into a big, fishy thinger. I think someone called it a walrus. ...Halloween Town?" He blinked slowly. It sounded vaguely familiar. "I think I was there... I kinda remember it... A little. Hm."

"Oh, it was horrible," said Ruby as she turned away and hugged herself.

"Ah turned into... a... .... a..."

She took a deep breath.

"A MEDUSA! A creature so hideous that whoever looks at it turns inta stone! Ah had snakes in mah hair... Ah hate snakes!"

She shuddered before looking back at Gantu, "At least this place seems to have good taste. But, Wonderland... poor thing, ya turned into a walrus? Those tusks musta been painful."


Gantu "eep"ed and pulled his arms to his chest in a classic look of fright. "I'm really sorry, Ms. Ruby! Gosh, that sounds awful!" He shivered a little, though whether it was from the frightful mental image or from the cold air on his chest, was undefinable.

Ganny nodded, then grinned sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head. "Eeeeh, not really. Everything happened when I was sleepin', so I didn't feel nothin'... The tusk-thingies also grew in where my teeth are already big, so they didn't have a big ways to grow. The worst thing was probably that I woke up alone... or maybe the ugly outfit I was wearin'. The only thing about this place is that it's kinda weird, not wearin' a shirt..." He tugged at the vest a little, as if to prove his point.


"Aw, Ah would offer you a jacket or somethin', but Ah think Ah'm wearing less on mah torso than you. 'Sides, you're really well-defined for a kiddlet."

Ruby looked out at the strange mansion that was in front of them and rubbed the back of her head, "Ah wonder why we have weapons in this place. Hopefully we won't have to fight..."

Ruby looked at her frying pan and scowled, "It's been awhile since I've had ta whale on someone with one'a these."


Gantu just continued to smile. He only had a vague idea of what she meant by "well-defined", as he usually paid very little attention to his abnormally adult height and muscle structure. "Aww, s'okay, Ms. Ruby. It's not bad... Just a little, err... new, I guess."

It was at about that point that he noticed her frying pan. With a blink, he looked down at his brass knuckle gloves for the second time today. Weapons...? "Huh..." However, the reverie was quickly broken by Ruby's next statment. "Whale on? Your fryin' pan turns into a whale? Cool!"

"No," Ruby laughed, "Ah wish it did, though. 'Whale' is another term for beatin' someone up. Like when mah daddy tried to steal some of my muffins. No one steals mah cooking without mah permission!" Ruby smacked an imaginary offender with her frying pan while making some Kung-Fu stereotypical noise.



Gantu giggled again at the kung-fu motions and noises. Everything just seemed funnier coming from Ms. Ruby. "Awww, well... I'm kinda sad it doesn't turn inta a whale. (I like whales, they're cool!) But, whackin' people for stealing muffins is cool, too!" He did a little imitation of her motions, and including a little bit of play-kickboxing for good measure. "Hehe!"



"You're so cute, Gantu!" Ruby laughed, "Sometimes I wonder why there aren't more boys like you that are my age."

"But yes, sometime you should help defend my muffins, I think you'd be good at that."




"Kung-Fu action! Hyaaaaah!" Ruby attempted to do a high kick and ended up falling on her bottom. After standing back up and gathering the pieces of her crushed dighn... er, dignity back, she laughed.

"Yeah, someday you're going to tower over me, aren't ya?"

That's when Ivy decided to attack.

"Well, aren't you two cheeky?" she sneered, "This should be fun!"

As Ivy's sword stretched out into a whip, Ruby's eyes widened.

"Uh... Gantu? I think we've just discovered a muffin snatcher."


Gan just couldn't help aunching into a giggle-fit at that. "Hehe, maybe not THAT type a' kung-fu action."

He blinked and considered that. "Well, I am pretty tall now..."

He wasn't able to finish his thought, however, as the two of them were promptly confronted by said muffin snatcher.

"Uh... oh... M-ms. Ruby..." His eyes widened a little at the whip, and he staggered backwards. He whimpered and cowered in fear for a few moments, before a wince zoomed over his face. Instantly, one hand zoomed to his forehead. "Nnng... wha- oh..."

And once again, he changed. The blue of his eyes deepened. He straightened up and took a step forward, regaining the ground he had just lost. "Fun, huh? Maybe for us..." His body instantly tensed into a wary defensive stance that hovered somewhere between the blocking and a striking position, though he remained upright for the most part. "We do not tolerate muffin stealers here," he growled in a low, rumbly voice.



Ruby blinked at Gantu for a moment before nodding, "A memory lapse... well, Ah'm not one ta sit around and gawk! That'd be rude!"

"You two ruffians don't know anything but rudeness," cackled the stranger as she rushed at the two of them. Ruby somehow felt responsible for the child's well-being (even if he was in his Intergalactic-Captain mode), so she was the first to step up, frying pan in hand.

Unfortunately, her kung-fu... well..

FAIL'D.

With a squeak, Ruby found the wrist holding the frying pan tied by that strange sword-whip. Blood leaked out from the cuts as the Southern girl kicked and cussed.

Somehow, with a bit of luck, one of Ruby's flailing kicks clipped Ivy in the jaw, causing her to stumble back with surprise.


"Ruby!" He shot forward as the whips wrapped around her arm, making for Ivy's weapon carrying arm for some reason... However, he was half-surprised out of his action when his friend managed to catch Ivy on the chin. "Woah!" He shot her a look of admiration. "Good shot, Ruby! You'd have done a good job working for the Alliance!"

He couldn't dally long, this being a life-or-death situation, so with a brief smile, he turned back to the task at hand. If he could get at her radial nerve... He might be able to use the brief moment of arm-impairment to disarm her... He cursed inwardly, though. If only he could get to the suprascapular nerve on the back of Ivy's neck... He could disable both arms, as well as hurt her... Oh, well. "Kiaiiiii~!"


Ivy was shocked as the strange creature hit her with surprising force... with eerily accurate kung-fu skills!

Or, maybe many years of training for the Galactic Alliance, your pick.

Pleakley, who until this time had been rather silent, peeked out of Ruby's pack and spittled in admiration.

As a wounded Ivy made her humiliating retreat, Pleakley through a lipstick squeakytoy at the back of her head before ducking back down into his pack.

"That was 'mazin', Gantu!" gawked Ruby, "I had no idea... you must've been quite a fighter! Ah, uh..." the girl suddenly felt rather humbled, stuttering like a highschooler meeting her idol, "Uhh... thanks!"


Gantu jumped backwards as the open-handed chop hit home, and scuttled even further backwards as Ivy started to retreat, reminding just about everyone in the immediate area of a tall, buff monkey. Unfortanely, the hand he had disabled hadn't let go of the whip like it was supposed to... AND she got away.

"Blitznak... That wasn't what was supposed to happen at all..." He scowled a little at that. 'Failed again...,' he thought with a wince. But at least the threat had turned tail, and the three were once again safe... For the time being. "But it worked well enough..."

Gantu's eyes caught the lipstick in mid-flight and folled the trajectory back to it's origin. "Pleakley... Shoulda known you were the lipstick chucker," he mutter with a smile.

And then he turned his still-very-much-adult gaze to Ruby. A bashful smile lighted his face for a moment. "Eh, standard Alliance training for someone of my height. I believe Earth calls it "monkey kung fu". And you did better than I did. At least your punch did what it was meant to do... I must be... gettin'... rus.. Nnng."

Just as suddenly as it had happened, the changes started to disappear. He lost the look of harsh, bitter intelligence. His eyes lightened back to their original color. He was once again a child. And extremely worn out from the extended take over. "T-tired..." He stumbled backwardsand fell onto his bum, where he sat, staring at the ground woozily for a few minutes. "W-what happened?," he managed when he was able to pick his head back up. "Are you okay? That muffin thief tried to hurt you..."


Ruby was about to say something to the adult, but as the child-Gantu appeared once more, she quickly hid her bleeding wrist from his view.

"Oh, Ah'm all right now, thanks to you. Ya did quite a number on that woman... Ah don't think she expected ya to--"

She shook her head, "Um, sorry. Ya had anotha mem'ry lapse. You kung-fu'd her skanky buttocks!" As Ruby pumped the air to give him an example, her wounded hand slipped into view.

"Icky poo," gurgled baby Pleakley.

"Yes, well, it's not too bad."


Gantu blinked slowly, as if the effort of it wore him out even further. "'Nother one...? Man, my mem'ry sure likes to lapse a lot...," he mumbled. It really did. Everytime he turned around he was blacking out. He was getting better at controlling it, but...

"I kicked her butt? Izzat why I'm so ti-" He froze suddenly when he saw her wrist. "Ms. Ruby!" With a renewed strength, he sprang forward, hands clutched to his chest like a young girl, and inspected it. "S'not deep... But bleedin's never good... Icky poo, like what baby Pleakley said. ...Here." He pulled at the piece of white cloth that served as a belt, and with a few tugs, it came free. He wrapped it carefully, and snugly around her wrist. "Sorry if it hurts. All the medical TV shows say that ya gotsta have pressure to stop the bleedin'..." ...Seems like someone's been letting Ganny watch a little too much TV...

[Unorganized and not fully compiled as of yet. More to come. D: ]