Fred Dagger
May 19th, 2001, 02:09:32 PM
Fred strode down the hallways, grinning toothily at those he passed by. In his left hand, he held a cake, stored in a plain pink box. He had put much effort into the cake, had cooked it with three different kinds of cheese, in addition to the chocolate. He had tried his best, but he had accidently dropped it as he was preparing it. Scraping up the pieces of cake, he quickly washed it, making sure it wasn't dirty. He had heard that his brother was imprisoned, and so he quickly stuffed a nail file and a plastic spork into the mutilated cake, to give him the best chance of either digging a tunnel out of his prison, or filing the iron bars into submission.
The sentry appeared now, guarding Dagger's universal energy cage. He held up the box of cake, and thought of what to say. He was known throughout his entire hamlet as quite a smooth talker, and had enormous luck with the local ladies.
"Eet's a cake," he began, then cupped his hands around his mouth, and brought his head to the man's ear. "Don't eet any!" he said, and quickly realized that he had forgot to whisper, as his gesture implied.
The sentry rubbed his ear, then brought a napkin up and cleaned a bit of the spit out, and waved him through. Fred walked happily up to his brother's cage, and touched at the energy binders. Immediately, the energy coursed through his veins, and his body blinked, showing his skeleton one moment, and his clothes the next. The shock forced his hand away, and his hair appeared raised due to the electricity.
"Haiy thair bruther! I brung yoo a caik," he said, then frowned a bit. "I ait a liddle."
He cupped his hands against his mouth again, but forgot to whisper, and instead shouted the secret, "Eet's got a nail file and a spoun in it so you cen dig yuor ways out ore saw."
He opened the box a bit, just enough to show the mutilated cake, a noticably metallic object sticking out of it. To Fred's dismay, the plastic spoon was missing, and his face immediately turned red with embarassment.
"Ile go pook it up."
The sentry appeared now, guarding Dagger's universal energy cage. He held up the box of cake, and thought of what to say. He was known throughout his entire hamlet as quite a smooth talker, and had enormous luck with the local ladies.
"Eet's a cake," he began, then cupped his hands around his mouth, and brought his head to the man's ear. "Don't eet any!" he said, and quickly realized that he had forgot to whisper, as his gesture implied.
The sentry rubbed his ear, then brought a napkin up and cleaned a bit of the spit out, and waved him through. Fred walked happily up to his brother's cage, and touched at the energy binders. Immediately, the energy coursed through his veins, and his body blinked, showing his skeleton one moment, and his clothes the next. The shock forced his hand away, and his hair appeared raised due to the electricity.
"Haiy thair bruther! I brung yoo a caik," he said, then frowned a bit. "I ait a liddle."
He cupped his hands against his mouth again, but forgot to whisper, and instead shouted the secret, "Eet's got a nail file and a spoun in it so you cen dig yuor ways out ore saw."
He opened the box a bit, just enough to show the mutilated cake, a noticably metallic object sticking out of it. To Fred's dismay, the plastic spoon was missing, and his face immediately turned red with embarassment.
"Ile go pook it up."