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 Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 8:59 pm
Escape
August 9th, 2006 Ssukuzh had never contemplated what he would do if he ever awoke on the floor of a strange room in a strange house. He normally stuck to more appropriately princely thoughts - new toys, vintage honey, bubble baths - but life wasn't full of zzuuu and khirrh anymore. The world was ending, and he was suddenly being sent away. Ssu had never experienced any perks from being second son, but it was all that had saved him this time. He had been the only one in the royal family small enough to fit through the rift.
It wasn't a dream. The past twenty-four hours had been the most frightening of his life.
He awoke on the floor of a strange room in a strange house, head aching and body bruised. The little firefly stood, pressing a hand to his brow, and jumped into the air, half panicking, half just wanting to feel normal again. His wings had never failed him, and they didn't now. The one thing he certainly hadn't anticipated was the ceiling.
"Kazzakaruth!" he shrieked, his voice echoing off of the walls and scaring him a bit. It was a word he had heard his father use during karakk tournaments or when the chefs didn't prepare his food just the way he liked it. It didn't seem strong enough for the situation, but he really didn't know what to say.
There was a rustling behind him out in the hall somewhere. Ssu scrambled to his feet for the second time, ran to a conveniently open window and jumped up and out, flying off into the night.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:00 pm
Extra Large
August 9th, 2006 The streets around here were empty. Ssu wondered what the people of this world looked like. His father had told him that there would be many that would want to provide for him, handsome young Zufuth that he was, but so far, no one had been drawn to the honor. Perhaps these beings slept at night. He would give them the benefit of the doubt this once.
Ssu flew and flew, interest in this boring world waning exponentially. It took a sudden flurry of activity directly under him to grab his attention, and if he hadn't been such a superior flier, he would have surely crashed to the pavement below. Loads of peachy-colored beings slowly meandered in and out of a brightly-lit building. This was obviously the place to be. He buzzed to the ground and followed one of the giants inside, inching past the great glass doors just as they began to slide shut.
This place was so bright! He immediately lost his giant human shield behind the sudden fog of tears his eyes spewed in annoyance. Ssu bumbled into the relative darkness of an aisle. What was this place? Zufuth slept during the daylight hours for a reason! He jumped into the air and buzzed to the back counter, grabbing a dark box on the way. The box shielded his eyes from all of this unnatural light, plus it had pretty gold designs on it, fitting for someone of his obvious importance. He landed on the counter, directly in front of a startled, pock-faced boy with glasses.
"Ssukuzh Khsissis," he said in a loud voice, thumping his chest with a tiny hand.
"What?" It was obvious this being didn't understand what he was trying to convey, even though it was more than obvious.
"Ssukuzh!" Ssu jumped up and down, waving the box in front of himself.
"I think I'd better call the manager."
All right, fine. This was obviously getting him nowhere and he needed help now. The oily being was picking up a red contraption and speaking into it in hushed and urgent tones. That thing didn't need attention, he did! Ssu! The firefly put down the box and pointed to the large, gold word on the front. Such a majestic-looking word would have to do as his name, since this cretin didn't seem to understand the name he had been given.
"EEZ EEZ!" Ssu screeched.
"Magnum?"
"Magnum!" Ssu jabbed at his chest again.
"Your name is Magnum?" Oily Being pointed back at Ssu as he said this.
Ssu nodded, hoping that that gesture meant the same thing at least.
"Okay."
Something warm and damp grabbed Ssu's leg. He shouted in fear and jumped into the air, much to the surprise of his captor.
"Get that thing!" it shouted.
Ssu spiraled back toward the door, slipping through above an elderly man who was cackling to himself. At least he had found a name for himself that these things could pronounce.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:02 pm
Get the Hell Out of the Yard
August 10th, 2006 It was 9:47 in the morning. Chucky had been completely sober for eight days now, and as a present on the seventh day, Winston had let him have a digital clock. The Jesus of Technology. 9:48am. Chucky sighed.
He looked over at Toby's makeshift cot/crib. Still asleep. He heard a strange crash, some buzzing, and a collection of sounds that sounded like curses in another language. Chucky had been on the receiving end of many strings of epithets he couldn't understand since he had arrived here, but this string of epithets didn't sound like they were coming from a human mouth.
Against his better judgment, Chucky got up and pushed aside the front flap of his tent. His hammock had been partially ripped to the ground, and there was a small, shiny thing struggling to get out of it. Chucky rushed over to it as quickly as his morning-crippled legs could manage.
"Stop it, jackass!" he said, trying to get the thing untangled before it did any permanent damage. He didn't even know if this particular brand of lifeform could be labeled a jackass, but he wasn't in top form, so it would have to do. The thing appeared to have wings, like Tobias, but it was much, much smaller. Great. At least he couldn't see anything sharp jutting out of it.
After a few minutes of rustling and muffled curses, Chucky had uncovered quite the tiny person-thing.
"You're like a big bug with Aladdin clothes on," he told it. "Well, you would be big if I didn't already have a bigger bug inside."
The creature rapped itself on the chest and said, "Magnum."
"Yeah, you could fit in a Magnum, jackass."
"Magnum!"
"Jack. a**."
The kid looked frustrated. It was definitely a child. No adult could pull off pouty-face so convincingly. Chucky suddenly felt kind of bad for it. "Fine. Your name is Magnum. Come inside, I've got someone you should meet."
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