The YWS Adventure

Mira

Mira blinked. Lil Sis was now inside a bag where a cacophony of noises erupted from. She was lucky to still be suspended in air - though it wasn't her most favorite of places - instead of trapped in that tiny little bag... It seemed to be at its holding capacity.

"I want down!" Mira cried out, trying to hit the giraffe holding her up. It snorted and gave her an evil glare, causing the girl to whimper. "Never mind..."

Instead, she looked to the bag. "Umm... Is everyone okay? And I want to warn you that we're about to head into some giant submarine."

Texas, on one of the giraffes' backs, said, "Be quiet, you. This is a kidnapping, not a joy ride."

Mira folded her arms and let out a "Humph."

**to Irish's earlier comment on my sig: Thanks! ^-^**

Apollo sat in the gigantic submarine just beneath the surface of the waves. It was immensly boring, doing mechanical work. Even if he wsa allowed the usage of his powers. After a tragic incident involing key lime pie, a winged cow, and a slow laptop deleting a list of cliches, he could now manipulate cliche powers, and all things to do with cliche powers. And with that great gift, he was stck doing labor inside a submarine. For a good(evil) cause, though.
Levitating a piece of metal, it shaped itself into some componet of the subarine that he could not identify. It floated to the open hatch that contained so many wires and "thingies" that no one could make sense of it other than the submarine creators. The hatch shut with a clang, and Apollo sealed it with lightining from his fingertips. Useful things, powers.

irishfire (sorry I was missing)

Irish yelped as someone elbowed her in the face trying to move. "Ow!! Jeez, what the heck was that for?!" She heard someone sniker.

"Revenge." Aqua giggled. Irish couldn't help but smile at that word. Revenge always made her happy inside.

Suddenly Irish felt a warm liquid pouring down her face. "Well thats just great, my nose has exploded!" Aqua sniffed and shoved a piece of paper into Irish's hands to stuff up her nose.

Irish frowned and bent over the page to see it in Gsp's light. "Oooo what book is this?"

June -

It went something like this: The car turned the corner into the driveway of what would have been June's house, had it not been halfway destructed. I think June's jaw happened to drop and she ran out of the car screaming. Or just walking around with her mouth opened.

There was something peculiar about the destructed house before her. It didn't look like a bomb had exploded, nor could a missle or buldozer make it look like this. But, a tank...

But there were footprints-- yes, massive, giant footprints that resembled horse hooves. Having taken the girls riding numerous times, June was pretty sure that no horse, not even a massive shire, could have footprints that big.

And then she remembered Mizzle's panicked phone call. Her worried voice. June bit her tongue; How could I have doubted her?.

There was one thing to do. June opened her phone and called the police department (a fruitless move; the police were convinced no giraffes ran in this neck of the woods), the local animal control and, as much as she was afraid to, June began to follow the footprints.

Gsppcrocks10

Gsppcrocks10 looked down to see what Irish was holding, and her jaw dropped in horror. She looked disgusted "AM! You're tearing apart a book?!" She asked, scandalized. Books were sacred! She gave Aqua a glare that could have burned a hole through a piece of paper.

It did.

Suddenly her book began smoking, and a small hole about as big around as your finger appeared. Gsp groaned and did a facepalm. "Whoopsies."

irishfire

Irish groaned. "Awww Gsp! I wanted to see what happened!"

Suddenly the bag opened and all of them tumbled out onto a cold tiled floor. The lights were bright causing them all to be blind. Irish patted around her, eues squinted.

"I am seriously blind again?!"

Mizzle, breathing rapidly from running around the house for any other trace of clues, had barely heard June arrived. She ran to a stop at the front door, seeing June just in the distance. She ran faster now, cold metal in her hands.
"June! June. I found something, a...something the giraffes left behind." Mizzle felt funny saying this. The giraffes.
June turned, slowly moving her eyes away from the trail she was following. "What is it, Mizzle?"
"Um, I'm not sure. I think it's a symbol, maybe it fell off or...I don't know. It has a sumbarine on it?" Mizzle handed the cold piece of metal over. The back was smeared black, so you couldn't see anything. But on the front was an engraving of a sumbarine.
June took the 'symbol', examining it.
Mizzle waited for June's take on the object.

Summer distractedly began counting her curls as she sat on the tile.

"One, two, three..." she mumbled.

"What are you doing?" someone asked, pointing a cheeseburger threateningly at her.

"Counting curls of course," Summer said, not taking her eyes off the cheeseburger.

"Why?"

"It makes me feel happy when I bounce them! Watch!" she plucked a curl, which sprang back into place. She giggled.

"Yeah... okay then. I still have a cheesegurger I can use!" she shouted.

Summmer's stomach growled again.

"Mmmm, cheeseburger," she murmured, edging closer before grabbing the burger and scampering away to devour her food.

"Hey!" Summer screamed as she was tackled for the remaining half of the cheeseburger.

She suddenly felt a hoof grab her by the scruff of the neck, still struggling to stuff the cheeseburger remains in her mouth, and plop her back down on the floor.

"Oww!" was her muffled reply.

TeraPaulwic, or better known as Skyeler.

Skyeler walked through the halls of the sub. She let out a sigh. After she had nearly killed a guard for following orders she had nothing else to do. Everyone was avoiding her, so that was no fun. She found someone doing mechanical work.

"Apollo... why are you working here?" He stared at her. She let out a light chuckle.
"Oh yeah, I remember, It was partly my fault wasn't it."

She let out a sigh, torturing the crew was fun and all, but right now she needed someone to talk to, well at least until Morgrant arrived. "So um... you... how are you?"

irishfire

Irish's vision quickly came back and she saw they were in a complelty white room. She bit her lip and tasted the blood running down her face but didn't care.

She looked around and turned to everyone who lay out on the floor strenching and fighting Aqua for the book.

"Where are we?"

Mikael

I made it back to the sub with minimal back brain driving from Mikael (although there was a cat that would never walk again).
"Oh come on there was no need to swerve! She was as good as on the windscreen!"
"No, Mikael. When your back in a story you can run down all the old ladies you want."
"Promise?" He sounded like a small child at christmas.
"Promise," I relaxed as i felt him return to his abode in my imagination.
"Skullman, you have returned." Intoned the Submarine Collector in a mechanical voice through his diving suit.
"Yes, Sire. All went to plan. On your order the herd will deposit the writers. The Uber Animus Machinae (or robo minion mark 1.1) will then separate them into styles and chain them to there computers. Upon doing so they will write a story where the villains win and NaNoWriWro will never be the same again. Long live Evil!"

AquaMarine

"No. You. Don't." Aqua chanted, hitting someone repeatedly over the head with her newly tattered book.
"That is my only food source, let alone my only reading source. So if anyone touches it again they will be spelunked. I am warning you."
She surveyed the room and sighed heavily.
"Guys, I have a newsflash for you. I don't think the giraffes were up to any good."

irishfire

Irish turned to Aqua and raised an eyebrow impossibly high. "Right because I was so sure they wanted to take us out to ice cream and Barnes and Nobles in a sack." She smeared a face across her blood-sodden face and sighed.

"So, what should we do? Should we try to get out of here or call June?"

Suddenly the sound of boots sounded and a deep voice answered "I don't think thats a very good idea little Fire."

TeraPaulwic, or better known as Skyeler.

She had heard they had arrived. She had faked a very deep voice. She wasn't sure who it was she walk speaking to, she just randomly said fire. She let out a chuckle. "Guess what! It's meee!" She grinned.

Morgrant stared at her. "Skyeler! How could you?!" In reply Skyeler rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you're surprised." Morgrant sighed. "True... so do you have power?" She nodded. "Second in command." Morgrant turned her head. "Why second."

There was a long silence. "Lord knows I'm much to lazy to do all this, I was just hired by... not telling you who... because I'm such an evil person, plain and simple."

Gsppcrocks10

Gsppcrocks10 snorted. "You mean you haven't overthrown them yet? I'm surprised by you Skyeler. I would have expected you to have taken over the day you were hired on."

Skyeler glowered at her. "Don't make me sic Ripples on you."

She laughed. "That little dog? Come on Skyeler. Get a rotteweiler or something."

Skyeler gave her the evil eye. "Get her Ripples!"

A sound very similar to that of a pig came from behind Skyeler. Skyeler groaned and turned around, walking out of the room. When she came back she was carrying a sleeping boston terrier, wearing a hot dog costume. She put the dog down on the ground. "Get her Ripples! Come on!"

The dog just snorted again and shifted in its sleep.