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Posted by Carrick on Mar 2, 2022 6:26:24 GMT -6
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Apr 13, 2024 0:37:41 GMT -6
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Next adventure Carrick was going to bring a selfie stick or at least put a camera on Zek so the focus was about the shifter. That was the biggest issue he had with Zek, they both loved the spotlight and while Carrick was fine sharing it, he didn’t like the amount of production value Zek had. Carrick was a little jealous. ”Maybe I will.” he said almost pouting a bit, his tail flicked behind him.
The flame the thrower was producing was a little disappointing, Carrick was expecting a show on a scale that was far greater than it was. Bummer. Maybe it was just a prop? Carrick had no idea that Zek was capable of controlling anything like heat or light so he chalked it up to a prop. The marshmallows melted in the bag and he looked confused. ”Gave ya a heads up!” he said regretting the decision.
The shifter was still hungry and now falling with a flamethrower.
The lights passed and Carrick appeared back to the sewars. ”Don’t forget yer prop.” Carrick said flapping his wings lowering himself to the ground before removing the backpack.
”Hopefully they get this place cleaned up before the next book club.” Carrick said looking around like he and Zek had nothing to do with this. There was a clown shoe lodged under some rocks and Carrick collected it. ”I decided to start collecting souvenirs.” he stated while holding onto the thing. ”Worst clowns ever.” he said disappointed.
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Posted by Zek on Mar 17, 2022 20:26:36 GMT -6
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Apr 19, 2024 15:04:24 GMT -6
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The second Birdcat left Zek’s world, reality returned to normal. Well, Zek’s normal. The lights kicked on, the screams of the horde vanished, the ceiling snapped back to where it was supposed to be. With a thought, everything reshaped around him until it was once again a perfect replica of a Yankee Stadium locker room. Just with burnt marshmallow gloop on the floor.
The portal vanished and Zek tossed another white ball a yard or two ahead of him, creating a vertical portal out into the sewer. A flick of his wrist and the armchairs vanished. Another flick and the floor beneath the goop lifted up and violently shot toward the portal, before vanishing and reappearing as a perfect floor. The goop was left careening out of Zekworld.
A few seconds later, Zek followed, holding up an LED lantern. “I dunno, I kinda like it better this way,” he said as he held the lantern higher. Scorch marks covered the walls and floor, where debris and holes weren’t. “This looks like exactly the best place to have a Halloween meeting. Oh yes.” He nodded seriously. “The decorating committee is going to be able to take a break.”
And Zek, still clad in his skintight harlequin suit, nodded even more seriously. “Yes, these were awful clowns. They weren’t even funny! Except when they got exploded.” He paused. “Yeah. That was pretty fun.” Then he smiled wickedly.
“Souvenirs, huh? Oh hey, I found another for ya!”
With that, Zek lobbed a golden ball at the Featherbutt.
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