Challange--Natalilly

Character: Word, Artha, Kitt
Item: A very VERY bouncy ball
Quote: I'm going to HAVE to do something about that knee of mine...
Conclusion: Word revealing the fact he's a breifs man.

TITLE: Just Another Day In Dragon City
WORDS: All right, 150… *blush*
RATING: PG

“Artha, look out!” Kitt yelled.

The Dragon Booster looked up just in time to throw himself out of the path of the heavy wrecking ball as it fell from the crane and shattered the pavement.

“I’m okay!” he yelled, and slowly levered himself from the ground. “Going to HAVE to do something about that knee of mine,” he muttered, feeling the injury he’d received from last week’s race twinge.

The ball began to bounce and roll down the narrow alleyway, smashing more cobblestones in its wake. Passers-by started running and screaming, trying to escape its deadly race.

“Beau!” Artha called. Where was he?

The dragon leaped onto a rooftop, something clutched in his mouth. Artha stared in surprise as he recognized the man responsible for the sabotage: Word Paynn, upside down and hanging by one leg, his expensive-looking robes falling over his head to reveal black briefs atop skinny legs.

Challenge--Lightning Flash

Moordryd and other character of your choice locked in a closet. Someone must say: It is NOT pink!

TITLE: Closet
RATING: PG-13
NOTES: Attempt at dialogue-only.
WORDS: 100

“My father will kill you for this.”

“We wouldn’t be trapped here if you hadn’t tried to fight me.”

“You started it.”

“I said you were a spoiled daddy’s boy and you started punching me and I used the martial arts of legend and we fell down a garbage chute and into a locked closet in Old City.”

“See? You started it.”

“It was TRUE.”

“I am not a daddy’s boy.”

“You sound like one. Faggot.”

“I’m not gay, either.”

“Yeah? Well, you wear pink.”

“It is NOT pink. It is a rather fetching shade of maroon.”

“Faggot.”

“Shut up.”

CHALLENGE: My own.
QUOTE: “There are more things under heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in your philosophy."

TITLE: PHILOSOPHY
RATING: G
WORDS: 120

His name was Propheci, and he spoke true.
Reepyr believed every word from his dragon-leader. There would be another dragon-human war. The true masters of the planet would triumph, and there would be genuine peace and plenty.

Ancient books buried in Old City are truth.
Mortis believed the ancient prophecies he read, and spent years in an effort to bring back the golden star-dragon in order to achieve peace.

Power has a truth of its own.
Word Paynn always prided himself on his information-gathering abilities. He knew another war would begin, and expected to win.

Loyalty has its own rewards.
Cain sometimes wondered why everyone seemed to believe a different prophecy, but he preferred to get on with his job.

Loves it! Original! The second made me laugh with a snort!

Challange: LightningFlash
Plot: Moordryd and OCC of your choice locked in a closet.
Quote: “It is NOT pink!”

Title: Out of the closet
Rating: PG (depending on how you want to take it...)
Words: 564



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‘HELLO!? OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! COME ON! THERE HAS TO BE SOMEONE OUT THERE!?’ Cain slammed his fists against in the inside of the closet door, bellowing right up against the steel.

Moordryd was seated in a corner with his legs drawn up to his chin, staring blankly into the relative darkness.

‘Forget it Cain.’ He sighed, leaning his head back against the wall. ‘No one’s out there. They’re all still running from the Dragon Booster.’ He sounded rather bitter. In fact, the Dragon Booster was the reason they were stuck in there in the first place, so Moordryd was feeling excessively hostile to his foe at that point in time.

Cain sighed and put his forehead against the door.

‘No one’s that cowardly Moordryd, it’s been at least an hour, and SOME of us don’t just give up after a few minutes…’

Moordryd sat up a bit, straightening out a leg. Being locked in a small stuffy, dark place with another person and a whole heap of spare riding gear was making the Dragon Eye leader short tempered and sulky. Adding Cain’s constant bellowing and the lack of any response from the outside, and it was quite surprising he’d kept quiet for so long.

‘There’s a difference between perseverance and total STUPIDITY Cain…’ he snapped back, getting to his feet with great indignity, glad it was too dark to see more then a few inches- keeping his ungainly struggling from his sarcastic second.

‘Yeah, I know, me being the persevering one, which leaves the total stupidity one for you, Paynn.’ Cain answered spitefully back. ‘Who was it that got us in here in the FIRST place?’

‘THAT wasn’t my idea!’ Moordryd yelled, shoving at the vague shape in front of him.

A short scuffle broke out- a great deal of pushing, shoving, swearing and very restricted punches, considering the room available.



It was unfortunate that Word Paynn chose to survey exactly how much damage the Dragon Booster had done to the Dragon Eye compound exactly at that moment, and that he heard the scuffle in the closet- and probably least fortunate of all that he opened the closet to find out exactly WHAT was making the noise.

‘Moordryd?’ He asked silkily, one eyebrow raised at the scene in front of him.

Utterly dishevelled and in a terribly compromising position, the two teenagers looked at each other guiltily, before shoving apart gruffly, Moordryd going roughly the colour of red Draconium.

‘It’s not what you think!’ He insisted, unable to meet his father’s gaze.

‘Really?’ The implications in Word’s voice made the pair cringe. ‘I’d be fascinated to hear the explanation, Moordryd. But some other time. Less publicly.’

He turned and swept away down the corridor, leaving the two highly embarrassed boys staring at their boots.

‘Your face is all pink…’ Cain sniggered.

‘It is NOT pink!’ Moordryd snapped a little hysterically, touching his cheeks

‘Boys, really, didn’t you get it out of your system in the closet?’ Word said from halfway down the corridor, without turning around.

It was Cain’s turn to blush.

‘I better go check the...’ Moordryd said awkwardly, pointing over his shoulder at the stables.

‘Yeah, yeah, and I better…’ Cain pointed over his shoulder at the crew quarters.

Their eyes met briefly and they all but ran in opposite directions, faces flaming.



Word Paynn allowed a small, wicked chuckle.

Awww, that's so cute! :D I really liked Word's reaction.

BTW, do you think you could separate paragraphs with a double space?

sure...

Challenege: Natalilly's

Character: Word, Artha, Kitt
Item: A very VERY bouncy ball
Quote: I'm going to HAVE to do something about that knee of mine...
Conclusion: Word revealing the fact he's a breifs man.

Title: untitled.
Rating: PG.


Had to include Lance and Parm, too. Not feeling very creative tonight.

“Hey! Artha!” Lance ran into the room. “Have you seen my vid game?”

“No, sorry Lance.”

“Uh, that would be because I borrowed it,” Parm spoke up hesitantly.

“You what?” Lance turned on Parm. “What’d you do to it?”

“I’m merely experimenting to ascertain whether or not—“

“Oh, great. First thing in the morning and the professor here has already started!” Kitt entered the stables on Wyldfyr and jumped down beside Artha.

“Hi, Kitt.”

“Hi, Hero boy. You called?”

“Uh, yeah. Word Paynn wanted to meet with the Penn Racing team. He didn’t say why, but I didn’t want to annoy him by refusing.”

“So, when do we leave?”

“Actually,” interjected Parm. “He insisted on coming here, to Penn Stables!”

“This is weird,” Kitt mused. “What’d Mortis say?”

“He said to go ahead with the meeting,” Artha sounded slightly confused.

“Well, then, we’d better prepare.”

“Wait! Aren’t you all forgetting something?” Lance folded his arms. “My vid game?”

“Listen, Lance. Now’s not a good time,” began Artha.

“Then what’ll I do in your boring meeting?”

“Well, you’ll have to entertain yourself the way I used to.” Kitt spoke up. She reached into her pocket and pulled something out. “It’s the poor kid’s vid game.” She tossed it towards him. “Catch.”

“Ugh!” Lance jumped, one hand outstretched, but missed the object. It hit a wall and bounced back towards Artha and Kitt, who ducked.

“What is that?” Pam hit the ground as the mini-missile hurtled towards him.

“A bouncy ball.” Kitt brushed herself up. “Sheesh, are you guys—ahh!” She was cut off as Artha pulled her out of the path of the ball.

They all continued to duck and jump as the ball whizzed around the room.

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“Stop, Abandonn,” Word commanded as his giant dragon reached Penn stables. He walked in the direction of several voices coming from a small room of the stables. Connor’s office, he knew.

“It’s gonna . . . .”

“No way! . . . . life!”

“Paynn will . . . . Ready!”

“ . . . . He wears boxers . . . .”

The last one had Word clenching his fist in shock. How dare they play guessing games about his underwear?

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“You guys!” Artha dove towards his father’s desk. “It’s gonna kill us!”

“No way! I’ve played with these things most of my life!” Kitt shook her head, before snatching a picture off the wall and holding it up for the ball to bounce off.

“Paynn will be here any minute!” stressed Parm. “We have to get ready!”

“Yeah!” Lance was rolling his eyes. “Be cause we all know her wears boxer’s gloves. He’ll kill us if we’re running late!”

“Huh?” Artha, Kitt, and Parm all paused to stare at him, before resuming their ducking and diving.

“My choice in underwear is none of you concern.” Word entered the office, his tone icy. “And I’d rather you didn’t--argh!”

“ ‘Argh’?”

“My knee!” Word clutched at that particular body part. “What is that thing?”

“Uh . . . A bouncy ball.” Artha tried to make his way towards Word. “Perhaps we could have this meeting outside?”

“Fine.” Word moved back towards the door. “I’m going to have to do something about that knee of mine.”

“Sorry about that,” Artha apologised.

“And I prefer briefs,” added Word, indignantly.

That's very good, and very amusing. :D

HaHA! What a liar you people are! You have a VERY cute, fun style, great use of ideas and very in character speach.

Um, thanks.

*Blushes*

Challange: Sarah Frost
Quote for basis: "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in your philosophy."

Title: Top of the heap
Rating: PG
Words: 325

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Word stood looking out over the sparkling vistas of Sun City, hands clasped behind his back, deep in thought.

Beneath him, Dragon Racers pelted along the smooth ribbon like tracks at breakneck speeds, using gears from his company, riding on tracks he sponsored, mounted on dragons he planned to stir up for war.

But was it all worth it? This termite mound of humanity and dragons, from its rotting foundations to this toy like pinnacle. Was it worth the time and effort? He already had an empire built on the backs of the dragons below, moulded from the greed of the people, the need to go faster, be stronger, last longer.

Below him a Dragon fell, tumbling over its self and skidding to a halt. A medical team rushed to the aid of the rider. So fragile, Word thought to himself, a few feet more and both dragon and rider would have plummeted to their eventual deaths, hundreds, thousands of feet below. Just like that. Another two lives snuffed out in the metropolis, a famous racer too. The news would report it for days. They’d report his death for days on the news and through the newspapers too, one day.

He turned away from the window and looked up at the roof. Perhaps it was all in vain. No matter the size of his empire, once he was gone, what would left to mark it? A page in history? And where would it go? To Moordryd? He almost laughed aloud. The boy had his uses, yes, but he was too rash, too foolhardy to handle such a delicate thing as world domination.

‘Father?’
Speak of the devil…
He turned to his son and only possible heir.

As he listened to the latest report of the Dragon Booster and such worldly concerns his brief romance with reality faded into the dark abyss of ambitious dreams.
The world again, was a delectable delicacy just within reach.

Oooooooh!

I LIKE it! Very much! Is delicious.
I'm not sure what to do with this one, philosophy and me have never really met. Hmm.

I like it too. Very beautifully written, and very IC for Word.

Uh, Sarah? Why were you on here at 5:30 am? You . . . suffer from insomnia? :blink:

I left at 6 am to go to uni. Early riser.

*shudder* Night owl.