RiverFlyte walks into TrailBlaiser's room, shuffling through a handful of papers. "Hey, Leo?" he asks, not looking up. "Did you get that scan from Digimon finished?"
"Kinda busy, Sep." she sighs. RiverFlyte notices the group of girls in the room.
"Er, care to explain?" TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes.
"If I could, believe me. I would." Lexi smiles at RiverFlyte.
"Hey, you're cute! Are you that boy Persia was talking about?" TrailBlaiser grabs Lexi and slams her onto the floor.
"No, Sep is my boyfriend. And I suggest you go back to your own little verse. I don't need amateurs running around my headquarters." Lexi and Elara bristle.
"Amateurs? We are highly trained students of the Mystika Academy!" TrailBlaiser rolls her eyes.
"Right. Because being taught at a big fancy school gives you the same credentials as being trained my Aslan himself." RiverFlyte grabs TrailBlaiser's wrist.
"Enough. Arguments get us no where." he reasons. TrailBlaiser pouts.
"Fine. Why are you guys here?" she asks. Elara helps Lexi up.
"I was giving a tour when I accidentally opened a portal to RTHQ. No biggy." Lexi explains. TrailBlaiser glares.
"Right. and then you just happen to walk into my room and annoy me. Get out. Sep and I have some important matters to attend to. Big kid stuff. Now, run along back to Mistake-ia Academy and leave me alone!" She pushes them out the door and slams it.
"You handled that well." RiverFlyte observes.
"It's been a stressful day." she sighs. RiverFlyte kisses her on the forehead.
"I get it. Being the leader is hard." She leans onto his shoulder. He gently strokes her hair.
"So, what was that about Digimon, again?" she asks. RiverFlyte hands her the stack of papers, which she examines.
"I was going to ask if you did the scans yet." TrailBlaiser sits on her bed and splays out.
"Ugh, no. I've been busy with the Zelda Realm and DragonFyre's been pestering me about Deo Gentem and-" she's stopped by a kiss.
"You need to relax." he soothes. "I know your job is hard but you need to take it easy." TrailBlaiser sits up.
"Easy for you to say. Sapphire's gonna be guarding the Realms Corridor tonight. and who knows what kind of trouble she'll get into!" RiverFlyte thinks for a bit.
"I'll try to talk Owlcry into watching her from a distance. Come on, you need to have a little faith in her."
"She's not like her parents..." she sighs.
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Sapphire's Post
Wassup people of the interwebs? This is Agent Sapphire bloggin' at you from RTHQ. Kk, so, you know how TrailBlaiser and RiverFlyte were at each other's throats and then suddenly back together? Yeah, I didn't get it either. So, I had Sugar explain it to me. What had happened was, while I was off missionizing in the Hunger Games Realm, those two had been fighting. RiverFlyte was mad at TrailBlaiser because she always played the hero. TrailBlaiser was mad at RiverFlyte because she felt like he just didn't understand her. It wasn't until the Veteran's Day mission that they saw each others' point of view and made up. The thing is, TrailBlaiser is like a mother to all the other agents, or at least she sees herself that way, and that doesn't fly with RiverFlyte. So, while TrailBlaiser's off risking her life for the sake of maternal instincts, he's sitting back being logical and more than a little ticked off. My superiors are 100% wackadoodle. (look it up, it's a word)
"Sapphire?" TrailBlaiser asks. "What are you doing on my blog?"
Uh-oh. I've been caught!
"What do you mean?" Sapphire asks in her sweetest voice. "What blog? I'm not blogging. This is just... um.. Facebook! Yeah, the new update that just happens to look like your blog!" Sapphire smiles convincingly, but TrailBlaiser doesn't buy it.
"You're gossiping again, aren't you?" Sapphire's face goes red. "If I catch you on my blog again without permission, you're getting extra Night Guard Duty, understand?"
"'Extra?' What do you mean 'extra'?" Sapphire gasps.
"It's a tradition that after a new agent's first successful mission, they guard the Realms Corridor to make sure nothing malfunctions. I'll explain more later." Sapphire gets off the spinney chair and walks away sullenly.
"Fine, but I'm not gonna be happy about it!"
"It wasn't a requirement to smile." TrailBlaiser sighs.
Sorry about her. Now, what did she post... Gah! Ooh, that girl drives me crazy! Of course, she right about the fight. But, I don't mother my agents! Really! Grr... Whatever, if the readers are gonna believe an agent over the leader, that's cool. Let them See if I care...
Dream on, Agent TrailBlaiser (And Sapphire!) How?! You aren't even on this computer anymore!
"Sapphire?" TrailBlaiser asks. "What are you doing on my blog?"
Uh-oh. I've been caught!
"What do you mean?" Sapphire asks in her sweetest voice. "What blog? I'm not blogging. This is just... um.. Facebook! Yeah, the new update that just happens to look like your blog!" Sapphire smiles convincingly, but TrailBlaiser doesn't buy it.
"You're gossiping again, aren't you?" Sapphire's face goes red. "If I catch you on my blog again without permission, you're getting extra Night Guard Duty, understand?"
"'Extra?' What do you mean 'extra'?" Sapphire gasps.
"It's a tradition that after a new agent's first successful mission, they guard the Realms Corridor to make sure nothing malfunctions. I'll explain more later." Sapphire gets off the spinney chair and walks away sullenly.
"Fine, but I'm not gonna be happy about it!"
"It wasn't a requirement to smile." TrailBlaiser sighs.
Sorry about her. Now, what did she post... Gah! Ooh, that girl drives me crazy! Of course, she right about the fight. But, I don't mother my agents! Really! Grr... Whatever, if the readers are gonna believe an agent over the leader, that's cool. Let them See if I care...
Dream on, Agent TrailBlaiser (And Sapphire!) How?! You aren't even on this computer anymore!
Sunday, November 11, 2012
FyreFlyte
Okay, well it got boring waiting all day for something to happen. I wanted to save this post for tomorrow but I got bored. So you get to read it early! Yay!
A piercing scream shatters Leo's thoughts. She looks around as the colonists flee, trying to find the source. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spots Sep, leaning up against the wall of the Customs House. Blood soaks his shirt and cloak, his face contorted with pain. "Septimus!" she cries as she fights through the crowd. She isn't physically strong enough to break free, so she activates her artifact, transforming herself into a dragon. The colonists scream in fear, but she pays them no heed. Spreading her wings, she rises into the air, just above the mob. The Sons of Liberty watch her in horror. She lands just feet from Sep and transforms back into a human. "Mighty Aslan, Sep! What happened?!" Sep smiles feebly at her, color drained from his face.
"The kid was in danger. I had to help him..." Tears stream down Leo's face as she rips fabric off of her cloak and wraps it around the wound.
"If you had just left with the crowd you wouldn't have gotten hurt!" she cries.
"If I had left with the crowd, that boy would have gotten trampled." Their eyes meet for a moment, no words are said, but none need to be.
"I understand." they both whisper. Leo continues dressing his wound, but the blood continues to pour.
"Okay, can you stand?" she asks.
"I... think so." he groans. Sep puts his arm around Leo's shoulders and they slowly get up. Sep loses his balance for a moment, and Leo holds him up.
"We have to make it outside of town. Swift is there. She can heal you."
"That's no good if I've got a chunk of lead in my body." he counters. Leo looks around desperately.
"Fine. But you've gotta trust me."
"With my life." he promises. Leo takes a deep breath.
"I've never tried this before, but, in theory..." Sep gives her a terrified look, but she just smiles. "FyreFlyte." she breathes. The artifact obeys and launches them into the sky in a rocket-like explosion. Leo takes a firm grasp of Sep and she attempts to maneuver them to the outskirts of town where the agents gather, watching the fight from a distance.
"You know how to land, right?" Sep asks. Leo smiles.
"Sure, in theory. Kinda like how one can theoretically dig into his backyard and find a pile of diamonds." The spell starts to lose power and they fall, spiraling to the ground.
"Leo!" Sep yells.
"On it!" She spreads her wings and catches an air current. Using that, she manages to glide them back down to safety. They tumble onto the ground, Sep landing beside her. "Well, that was fun!" Sep pushes himself off the ground and wobbles a bit trying to stand.
"Yeah, kinda like the time you convinced me to camp in the Forest. Still haven't gotten over the squirrel incident, by the way."
"You love me anyway?" Sep thinks for a moment.
"Always."
You Don't Dare Fire!
"Loyalist!" Leo screams.
"Barbarian patriot!" Sep shouts back.
"Redcoat!"
"Yankee!" The magical auras glow strongly, pulsing with every adrenaline-filled heartbeat so that it looks like a red and blue strobe light. "Your people tarred and feathered innocent tax collectors and threatened to hang anyone who disagreed with them. Face it, you're a country founded on terrorism!" he yells.
"Your stupid king continued to raise taxes that we couldn't afford, sending many of us into poverty and debtor's prison!" she retaliates.
"Taxes that the people of England had already been paying for nearly two generations without whining about it! Don't you dare call me out without analyzing the facts! We needed the money to pay off our debts with our war with France!" he barks. Leo laughs maliciously.
"Which war with France?! You've been at war since the dawn of time! Who's got problems now?!" Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a group of colonists with clubs about to go into the city. "And I'm done here." She runs off to join them.
"Yeah, go terrorize people like the ******* Patriot you are!" he shouts. The agents gasp, but Leo disregards him.
"Sep, watch your language!" Swift cries. "We are Aslan's chosen. Act like it!" He brushes her off and storms away into town on the other side.
"Hey boys!" Leo calls flirtatiously to the colonists. Some of them stop and stare at her as she runs up to them. "You big, strong boys gonna beat those lobster-backs home to England?" She bats her eyelashes at one colonist boy, who blushes slightly. His friend nudges him forward.
"Yeah, you wanna join us?" he asks nervously. Leo smiles broadly.
"Daughter of Liberty, at your service." she says formally. Hooking her arms around the colonist's, they move into the city.
Sep wanders into the city, following the crowds of people over to the Customs Office, where several British soldiers are guarding the tax money. "Fire!" One colonist yells. "You don't dare fire, you cowards!" The soldiers glare at the man, but do nothing.
"What do you carry those muskets for if you're not gonna use them!" yells a familiar voice. Sep turns to see Leo, arm-in-arm with one of the Sons of Liberty. "Come on! Fire!" The crowd starts to scream out for the soldiers to fire, but they refuse. The captain, dressed in formal naval attire, stands behind the soldiers.
"Don't fire!" he shouts to his men. "Whatever you do, do not fire!" A shot is heard int the distance, clearly not from the soldiers, but they hear it and assume an order has been given. The men begin to fire shots into the crowd. The colonists scream and run, bumping into Sep as he tries to reach the Customs Office wall. A young boy begins crying, the mob nearly trampling him. Sep dodges through the crowd and grabs the boy, placing him out of harms way. A misguided shot hits him in the arm, knocking him down. He cries out in agony as blood seeps from the wound. Sep crawls to the safety of the wall and clutches his injury.
"Barbarian patriot!" Sep shouts back.
"Redcoat!"
"Yankee!" The magical auras glow strongly, pulsing with every adrenaline-filled heartbeat so that it looks like a red and blue strobe light. "Your people tarred and feathered innocent tax collectors and threatened to hang anyone who disagreed with them. Face it, you're a country founded on terrorism!" he yells.
"Your stupid king continued to raise taxes that we couldn't afford, sending many of us into poverty and debtor's prison!" she retaliates.
"Taxes that the people of England had already been paying for nearly two generations without whining about it! Don't you dare call me out without analyzing the facts! We needed the money to pay off our debts with our war with France!" he barks. Leo laughs maliciously.
"Which war with France?! You've been at war since the dawn of time! Who's got problems now?!" Out of the corner of her eye, she spots a group of colonists with clubs about to go into the city. "And I'm done here." She runs off to join them.
"Yeah, go terrorize people like the ******* Patriot you are!" he shouts. The agents gasp, but Leo disregards him.
"Sep, watch your language!" Swift cries. "We are Aslan's chosen. Act like it!" He brushes her off and storms away into town on the other side.
"Hey boys!" Leo calls flirtatiously to the colonists. Some of them stop and stare at her as she runs up to them. "You big, strong boys gonna beat those lobster-backs home to England?" She bats her eyelashes at one colonist boy, who blushes slightly. His friend nudges him forward.
"Yeah, you wanna join us?" he asks nervously. Leo smiles broadly.
"Daughter of Liberty, at your service." she says formally. Hooking her arms around the colonist's, they move into the city.
Sep wanders into the city, following the crowds of people over to the Customs Office, where several British soldiers are guarding the tax money. "Fire!" One colonist yells. "You don't dare fire, you cowards!" The soldiers glare at the man, but do nothing.
"What do you carry those muskets for if you're not gonna use them!" yells a familiar voice. Sep turns to see Leo, arm-in-arm with one of the Sons of Liberty. "Come on! Fire!" The crowd starts to scream out for the soldiers to fire, but they refuse. The captain, dressed in formal naval attire, stands behind the soldiers.
"Don't fire!" he shouts to his men. "Whatever you do, do not fire!" A shot is heard int the distance, clearly not from the soldiers, but they hear it and assume an order has been given. The men begin to fire shots into the crowd. The colonists scream and run, bumping into Sep as he tries to reach the Customs Office wall. A young boy begins crying, the mob nearly trampling him. Sep dodges through the crowd and grabs the boy, placing him out of harms way. A misguided shot hits him in the arm, knocking him down. He cries out in agony as blood seeps from the wound. Sep crawls to the safety of the wall and clutches his injury.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
The Boston Massacre Just Got Worse
Leo leads her agents through a portal, Sep in the back, both still fuming but trying to look impassive. "We're here." Leo barks. "Assassin's Creed 3." Terrance and Wes exchange excited glances.
"So, we get to spend Veteran's Day Weekend in one of the hottest, most awesome, most violent video game of the year?" Wes asks, his voice shaking with excitement.
"Yes..." Leo sighs. The boys high five and shout in joy.
"Bring on the Templar!" Wes screams.
"Destroy those Redcoats!" Terrance cries. The boys get lost in a discussion about the best way to kill someone with a hidden blade. Leo and Sep catch each other's gaze for a moment, but turn away, glaring at the ground. Swift puts a hand on Leo's shoulder.
"You can't stay mad at him forever." she chides. Leo growls quietly.
"Watch me." She storms off in the direction of the marketplace. Signs and beggars line the streets. She spots a young boy selling newspapers. "Excuse me, may I buy one?" she asks politely.
"Certainly, Miss. Three shilling." he replies. She fishes into her pocket and pulls out a golden coin.
"It's not English or American money, but it's pure gold." The boy takes the coin and hands her a paper, staring in awe at the gold.
"Wow, it's got a lion on it!" the boy cries in glee. "I can't wait to show this to Mr. Franklin!" He tucks the coin into his pocket. "Thank you, Miss!" She nods and walks back to the group. Upon arriving, she notices the boys trying to fight with sticks and Rogers laughing, trying to teach them how to fight properly. She opens the paper, and her senior agents gather around her.
"'March 5, the year of our Lord 1770.'" she reads. "Now why does that date sound familiar...?" She reads o until it hits her. "The Boston Massacre!" They boys stop fighting and stare.
"You mean Synchronization 4? Connor's first trip into Boston?" Terrance asks. The other agents give him a blank look. "What? I know my video games." Leo shakes her head.
"Whatever. If we head into town at the right moment, we can see some British soldiers get the smack down they deserve." she concludes. Septimus scoffs.
"The 'British soldiers get the smack down they deserve?' That is so typical of you that you would side with the American's when they're the real culprits." Leo's face burns red in anger and her amulet starts to pulse.
"I'm sorry, but what am I? American, that's what. So sorry if I offended you with patriotism!" She barks. Sep rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, sure. You won't even attempt to see Britain's side of the argument. No, America's always in the right. Tell that the the Cherokees on the Trail of Tears, the victims of Hiroshima and the Vietnam War veterans." he retorts. His amulet flares up navy blue. "You are so American!"
"That's better than being a good-for-nothing pirate who thinks he's all that when he gets beat by an infant nation!"
"We burned your capital in 1814!" They get locked in an all out shouting match over history and politics while the agents just watch fearfully.
"Wow." Sugar breathes. "Do they have problems." Kopa nods.
"Major. Why can't they just forgive and forget already?"
"So, we get to spend Veteran's Day Weekend in one of the hottest, most awesome, most violent video game of the year?" Wes asks, his voice shaking with excitement.
"Yes..." Leo sighs. The boys high five and shout in joy.
"Bring on the Templar!" Wes screams.
"Destroy those Redcoats!" Terrance cries. The boys get lost in a discussion about the best way to kill someone with a hidden blade. Leo and Sep catch each other's gaze for a moment, but turn away, glaring at the ground. Swift puts a hand on Leo's shoulder.
"You can't stay mad at him forever." she chides. Leo growls quietly.
"Watch me." She storms off in the direction of the marketplace. Signs and beggars line the streets. She spots a young boy selling newspapers. "Excuse me, may I buy one?" she asks politely.
"Certainly, Miss. Three shilling." he replies. She fishes into her pocket and pulls out a golden coin.
"It's not English or American money, but it's pure gold." The boy takes the coin and hands her a paper, staring in awe at the gold.
"Wow, it's got a lion on it!" the boy cries in glee. "I can't wait to show this to Mr. Franklin!" He tucks the coin into his pocket. "Thank you, Miss!" She nods and walks back to the group. Upon arriving, she notices the boys trying to fight with sticks and Rogers laughing, trying to teach them how to fight properly. She opens the paper, and her senior agents gather around her.
"'March 5, the year of our Lord 1770.'" she reads. "Now why does that date sound familiar...?" She reads o until it hits her. "The Boston Massacre!" They boys stop fighting and stare.
"You mean Synchronization 4? Connor's first trip into Boston?" Terrance asks. The other agents give him a blank look. "What? I know my video games." Leo shakes her head.
"Whatever. If we head into town at the right moment, we can see some British soldiers get the smack down they deserve." she concludes. Septimus scoffs.
"The 'British soldiers get the smack down they deserve?' That is so typical of you that you would side with the American's when they're the real culprits." Leo's face burns red in anger and her amulet starts to pulse.
"I'm sorry, but what am I? American, that's what. So sorry if I offended you with patriotism!" She barks. Sep rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, sure. You won't even attempt to see Britain's side of the argument. No, America's always in the right. Tell that the the Cherokees on the Trail of Tears, the victims of Hiroshima and the Vietnam War veterans." he retorts. His amulet flares up navy blue. "You are so American!"
"That's better than being a good-for-nothing pirate who thinks he's all that when he gets beat by an infant nation!"
"We burned your capital in 1814!" They get locked in an all out shouting match over history and politics while the agents just watch fearfully.
"Wow." Sugar breathes. "Do they have problems." Kopa nods.
"Major. Why can't they just forgive and forget already?"
Friday, November 9, 2012
Well, That Escalated Rather Quickly
"Okay. Get in. Get the info. Get out." Marissa breathes. She peers around the corner to find more guards posted outside a door. She takes a steadying breath and thinks. Slowly, she raises a hand, lavender smoke rolling off of it, and sends a blast of light at them, knocking the guards unconscious. She darts over to then and examines the guards, checking for injuries. "Leave no trace. Leave no trace." She repeats to herself. Standing up again, she brushes the smoke off of her hands. "That was surprisingly easy." She observes. Gently, she opens the door. She's greeted by a crystal bowl filled with berries. "Ooh, yummy! I love blueberries!" She picks up a handful and is about to pop it int her mouth when something stops her cold. A man with a swirling beard lies dead on the floor, berry juice staining his mouth. Quickly, she drops the berries and rips open a portal.
"TrailBlaiser!" Sapphire screams. The other agents stare at her in alarm as she comes running through a portal, terror marking her face.
"What's wrong, Sapphire?" Terrance asks. She shakes in fear and tries to form words.
"Th- the berries... B-bad berries! And he w-was j-just dead!" she stutters. TrailBlaiser parts the crowd and watches her former apprentice disdainfully.
"Sapphire. If that bothers you, being a Realm Traveler isn't for you. We look death in the eyes and sneer." RiverFlyte puts a hand on TrailBlaiser's shoulder.
"Yes, while others run at him and make out." he teases. TrailBlaiser bats him on the arm. "The idea is to toughen you up by giving you that kind of mission. Death and danger are part of our everyday lives. We usually try to avoid putting ourselves in dangerous situations over trivial things, though." TrailBlaiser whirls on him.
"Oh, so now I'm a bad Realm Traveler? Just because I don't like watching the innocent die?" she shouts.
"I didn't say that... specifically." he counters.
"Would you rather I let people die because of protocol? Heck, I'll give up my life a thousand times to save others!" she barks. RiverFlyte's glares hard at TrailBlaiser.
"I know! Stupidly! Just once could you possibly think about anything other than being a hero?! It makes me sick how you always decide that it's your duty to kill yourself to protect a tree from a woodpecker!" TrailBlaiser's face burns with anger and her amulet starts to glow. RiverFlyte's amulet emits a protective shield of blue in defense. "Did Aslan give you a frequent flyer card of something? 'Cause you sure seem to take lots of trips across the crystal sea!"
"Shut up!" TrailBlaiser screams. "Shut up! I'm sick of you always calling me out! We're through!" Her aura blazes fiery red and smoke rises from her hair.
"Oh, we've been though for a long time!" They turn away from each other and stomp away, RiverFlyte outside to the courtyard and TrailBlaiser to the Elemental Commons. They're gone with a simultaneous slam of doors. The agents stand awkwardly in confusion.
"Did anyone understand what just happened?" Rabbitleap asks. Swiftwind shakes her head.
"Drama. As usual. You take RiverFlyte, I've got TrailBlaiser. They had better not still be fighting by our Veteran's Day mission or the Revolution won't be the only war we see."
"TrailBlaiser!" Sapphire screams. The other agents stare at her in alarm as she comes running through a portal, terror marking her face.
"What's wrong, Sapphire?" Terrance asks. She shakes in fear and tries to form words.
"Th- the berries... B-bad berries! And he w-was j-just dead!" she stutters. TrailBlaiser parts the crowd and watches her former apprentice disdainfully.
"Sapphire. If that bothers you, being a Realm Traveler isn't for you. We look death in the eyes and sneer." RiverFlyte puts a hand on TrailBlaiser's shoulder.
"Yes, while others run at him and make out." he teases. TrailBlaiser bats him on the arm. "The idea is to toughen you up by giving you that kind of mission. Death and danger are part of our everyday lives. We usually try to avoid putting ourselves in dangerous situations over trivial things, though." TrailBlaiser whirls on him.
"Oh, so now I'm a bad Realm Traveler? Just because I don't like watching the innocent die?" she shouts.
"I didn't say that... specifically." he counters.
"Would you rather I let people die because of protocol? Heck, I'll give up my life a thousand times to save others!" she barks. RiverFlyte's glares hard at TrailBlaiser.
"I know! Stupidly! Just once could you possibly think about anything other than being a hero?! It makes me sick how you always decide that it's your duty to kill yourself to protect a tree from a woodpecker!" TrailBlaiser's face burns with anger and her amulet starts to glow. RiverFlyte's amulet emits a protective shield of blue in defense. "Did Aslan give you a frequent flyer card of something? 'Cause you sure seem to take lots of trips across the crystal sea!"
"Shut up!" TrailBlaiser screams. "Shut up! I'm sick of you always calling me out! We're through!" Her aura blazes fiery red and smoke rises from her hair.
"Oh, we've been though for a long time!" They turn away from each other and stomp away, RiverFlyte outside to the courtyard and TrailBlaiser to the Elemental Commons. They're gone with a simultaneous slam of doors. The agents stand awkwardly in confusion.
"Did anyone understand what just happened?" Rabbitleap asks. Swiftwind shakes her head.
"Drama. As usual. You take RiverFlyte, I've got TrailBlaiser. They had better not still be fighting by our Veteran's Day mission or the Revolution won't be the only war we see."
Monday, November 5, 2012
Reprimanded
Wow guys, sorry I haven't been on in a while. I've had choir stuff and homework overload, y'know? So, without further procrastination, I mean interruption....
Terrance and Marissa finally make it to the Game Maker's home. "Is this it?" she asks. Terrance shrugs.
"Dunno. Here, let me run a scan." He pulls out his communicator and hits a few buttons, switching apps. "TrailBlaiser just installed these. Makes missions much easier, if you want to cheat or are lost." Marissa looks about as he scans the realm for the target.
"Of all the realms, this one seems really dangerous." Terrance smirks.
"We could've been in Slender..." he taunts. Marissa tenses up and closes her eyes tightly.
"Gosh! Don't even mention Slender! That game scared me so bad! I didn't sleep for two days. And even then, I kept the lights on." The communicator finishes scanning and Terrance examines the coordinates.
"Good. We're in the right place." He grabs her hand and leads her onto the grounds, where a guard stops them.
"Halt." he commands. "No uninvited guests on the grounds. Go away." Marissa shrinks back behind Terrance.
"Jedi. Go Jedi on him." she whispers. Terrance looks back at her and smiles.
"Actually, I think we have bigger problems than him." Marissa looks behind them to a group of suspicious Peacekeepers, including the one Terrance confused.
"You mean them?" she asks. Terrance shakes his head.
"Worse. Her." He points a shaking finger at the figure of a young woman, too far away to see, but they can feel her energy signature. Terrance and Marissa back up slowly as the young woman advances, sword in hand. The Peacekeepers finally spot her and draw their weapons. One fires his gun, but the bullet merely drops to the ground. They exchange questioning glances then fire again, but the same thing happens. The woman comes into full view, strawberry blonde hair blowing about in the wind, shimmering blue dress and cloak flowing out behind her. Her red stone sword glints in the harsh sunlight. She looks at the Peacekeepers, and they tense up, as if against their will, and kneel before her. The guard does the same. She then turns her attention to the Realm Travelers. "I- I can explain..." Terrance stutters. Lenora glares at him like a mother to a disobedient child.
"I'm sure you have some long thought out sob story to convince me that breaking my rules is acceptable. Save your storytelling for the pen." Terrance shuts his mouth and bows before her.
"Yes ma'am." he murmurs.
"Go back to RTHQ. You will not be punished. This time." she instructs. They both rise and open a portal, but Leo puts a hand on Marissa. "Not you. Your mission isn't over. You haven't failed yet. You have one more chance. Finish the mission. Without help. Learn to put your skills to use. You are a Realm Traveler. Don't rely on Terrance. I know you can do this. No apprentice of mine fails. Understand?" Marissa nods slowly. "Good. Now, come along Terrance." He obeys and exits the realm. She turns back to Marissa. "They will come back to their senses in fifteen minutes. Get up to the house, get the information you need, and get out. I expect to see you back at RTHQ in twenty minutes. Good luck." Marissa bows as Leo steps through the portal. Then, she dashes to the front door of the mansion.
Terrance and Marissa finally make it to the Game Maker's home. "Is this it?" she asks. Terrance shrugs.
"Dunno. Here, let me run a scan." He pulls out his communicator and hits a few buttons, switching apps. "TrailBlaiser just installed these. Makes missions much easier, if you want to cheat or are lost." Marissa looks about as he scans the realm for the target.
"Of all the realms, this one seems really dangerous." Terrance smirks.
"We could've been in Slender..." he taunts. Marissa tenses up and closes her eyes tightly.
"Gosh! Don't even mention Slender! That game scared me so bad! I didn't sleep for two days. And even then, I kept the lights on." The communicator finishes scanning and Terrance examines the coordinates.
"Good. We're in the right place." He grabs her hand and leads her onto the grounds, where a guard stops them.
"Halt." he commands. "No uninvited guests on the grounds. Go away." Marissa shrinks back behind Terrance.
"Jedi. Go Jedi on him." she whispers. Terrance looks back at her and smiles.
"Actually, I think we have bigger problems than him." Marissa looks behind them to a group of suspicious Peacekeepers, including the one Terrance confused.
"You mean them?" she asks. Terrance shakes his head.
"Worse. Her." He points a shaking finger at the figure of a young woman, too far away to see, but they can feel her energy signature. Terrance and Marissa back up slowly as the young woman advances, sword in hand. The Peacekeepers finally spot her and draw their weapons. One fires his gun, but the bullet merely drops to the ground. They exchange questioning glances then fire again, but the same thing happens. The woman comes into full view, strawberry blonde hair blowing about in the wind, shimmering blue dress and cloak flowing out behind her. Her red stone sword glints in the harsh sunlight. She looks at the Peacekeepers, and they tense up, as if against their will, and kneel before her. The guard does the same. She then turns her attention to the Realm Travelers. "I- I can explain..." Terrance stutters. Lenora glares at him like a mother to a disobedient child.
"I'm sure you have some long thought out sob story to convince me that breaking my rules is acceptable. Save your storytelling for the pen." Terrance shuts his mouth and bows before her.
"Yes ma'am." he murmurs.
"Go back to RTHQ. You will not be punished. This time." she instructs. They both rise and open a portal, but Leo puts a hand on Marissa. "Not you. Your mission isn't over. You haven't failed yet. You have one more chance. Finish the mission. Without help. Learn to put your skills to use. You are a Realm Traveler. Don't rely on Terrance. I know you can do this. No apprentice of mine fails. Understand?" Marissa nods slowly. "Good. Now, come along Terrance." He obeys and exits the realm. She turns back to Marissa. "They will come back to their senses in fifteen minutes. Get up to the house, get the information you need, and get out. I expect to see you back at RTHQ in twenty minutes. Good luck." Marissa bows as Leo steps through the portal. Then, she dashes to the front door of the mansion.
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