Mr. Drab's snack.
Oct. 9th, 2006 06:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sparksolNote: I left out of this story a small puffball I called Sasquatch and the others called Buttons, since it made no real difference to the events of this proceeding.
After a couple days, the boss (Mr. Smith. ...of course) who seems to be a technology master of some sort, has located this Dr. Genesis. Asks if we're ready to visit him, and when we say yes, the next thing I know we get sucked into the phone.
Feels prickly.
Then we're standing there, in front of a wheelchaired old man who looks like he had a stroke at some point in the past. The room is full of large tubes, each big enough tohold one of the large jumbo-men, and filled with partially-grown specimens of the same. He starts to panic a bit, and asks what's going on. Mr. Smith explains that his activities, or rather, the illegal activities of his henchmen has been causing some overly-visible trouble for us and people like himself. Then, to everyone's surprise, Mr. Smith says he can talk to his contacts and see if some funding is available for his genetic experiments. After some negotiation, we leave.
Back at Arco Arena, Mr. Smith makes some calls to his superiors. After three weeks of supervising the "doctor" and waiting for return calls, we get called together (Oh look, electro-boy is with us again. Dressed up as a cowboy this time) to head back for another visit. By phone again. Which turns out to be in a different warehouse. Dr. Genesis has several of his copy/pasted goons behind him here. Mr. Smith says no one was willing to fund his research, since it's technically illegal, and no one wanted to buy a private island to facilitate things, since they tend to cost rather much. Dr. Genesis nods as though expecting this, and says as much.
Then he says, "Okay, boys. Give them the usual treatment, " and leaves the room. I'd say I hate it when that happens, but it's never happened to me before this. Six of them against four of us....
I hate it anyway.
Three of them go for me, and three for Max (aka the elecric madman.) I have time to look behind us and see why no one's going for Mr. Smith or miss-elemental, Alia. They're gone. Maybe they're going after the doctor, maybe not. I don't have time to speculate.
All three hit me before I can really react. Things go black, but I can hear a lot of electricity in the air. And feel it, and it hurt a lot. I guess electricity is less discriminate than I was led to believe.
After about a minute, the zapping and sparks die down, and I manage to get up...I'm somehow feeling as healthy as I was before I got hit, and the still-constant electric field isn't hurting me at all now.
Anyway, I'm up again just in time to see one last blast from the 'cowboy' go through a couple oompa-loompas before he himself goes down for the count. Two are trying to tie me up in the meantime, until they see I'm awake. Then they start punching again. This time, though, I don't seem to feel it. It's like they've gotten weak as puppies, without the pitiful cuteness. One calls for their boss, since they don't seem to be hurting me. I've just managed to pick one up to hit another one with when I notice a dart hit me, and suddenly I realize I really want some Ho-Ho's.
Someone hands me a Ho-Ho. I sit down in the corner and I eat it. Yay, Ho-Hos! They're good, they are. Things are starting to go dark again, so I decide to take a little nap....
Feels a little like I'm floating or scuba-diving. I think some time has passed, but I don't really know. It might or might not have. I wonder what happened to the others, but it's hard to think right now. So tired....
After a couple days, the boss (Mr. Smith. ...of course) who seems to be a technology master of some sort, has located this Dr. Genesis. Asks if we're ready to visit him, and when we say yes, the next thing I know we get sucked into the phone.
Feels prickly.
Then we're standing there, in front of a wheelchaired old man who looks like he had a stroke at some point in the past. The room is full of large tubes, each big enough tohold one of the large jumbo-men, and filled with partially-grown specimens of the same. He starts to panic a bit, and asks what's going on. Mr. Smith explains that his activities, or rather, the illegal activities of his henchmen has been causing some overly-visible trouble for us and people like himself. Then, to everyone's surprise, Mr. Smith says he can talk to his contacts and see if some funding is available for his genetic experiments. After some negotiation, we leave.
Back at Arco Arena, Mr. Smith makes some calls to his superiors. After three weeks of supervising the "doctor" and waiting for return calls, we get called together (Oh look, electro-boy is with us again. Dressed up as a cowboy this time) to head back for another visit. By phone again. Which turns out to be in a different warehouse. Dr. Genesis has several of his copy/pasted goons behind him here. Mr. Smith says no one was willing to fund his research, since it's technically illegal, and no one wanted to buy a private island to facilitate things, since they tend to cost rather much. Dr. Genesis nods as though expecting this, and says as much.
Then he says, "Okay, boys. Give them the usual treatment, " and leaves the room. I'd say I hate it when that happens, but it's never happened to me before this. Six of them against four of us....
I hate it anyway.
Three of them go for me, and three for Max (aka the elecric madman.) I have time to look behind us and see why no one's going for Mr. Smith or miss-elemental, Alia. They're gone. Maybe they're going after the doctor, maybe not. I don't have time to speculate.
All three hit me before I can really react. Things go black, but I can hear a lot of electricity in the air. And feel it, and it hurt a lot. I guess electricity is less discriminate than I was led to believe.
After about a minute, the zapping and sparks die down, and I manage to get up...I'm somehow feeling as healthy as I was before I got hit, and the still-constant electric field isn't hurting me at all now.
Anyway, I'm up again just in time to see one last blast from the 'cowboy' go through a couple oompa-loompas before he himself goes down for the count. Two are trying to tie me up in the meantime, until they see I'm awake. Then they start punching again. This time, though, I don't seem to feel it. It's like they've gotten weak as puppies, without the pitiful cuteness. One calls for their boss, since they don't seem to be hurting me. I've just managed to pick one up to hit another one with when I notice a dart hit me, and suddenly I realize I really want some Ho-Ho's.
Someone hands me a Ho-Ho. I sit down in the corner and I eat it. Yay, Ho-Hos! They're good, they are. Things are starting to go dark again, so I decide to take a little nap....
Feels a little like I'm floating or scuba-diving. I think some time has passed, but I don't really know. It might or might not have. I wonder what happened to the others, but it's hard to think right now. So tired....