The writing is nice, too *G*
-Sass
Okay...I think the troll is back...he send his greetings and raises a little mug of espresso to you all...
The return of the Weirding Way...
Afternoon Edition:
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty: The Scrape of the Lock
Like a stockpile of dry bones being crushed every so slowly beneath a giant cleated boot…
Like the sound of metal grating against metal
…and the sound of dimensions colliding…
Alright…I’ve only heard a sound similar too this once before…
And a Slayer had to jump through an energy field and die to make it stop…didn’t she, buck-o?
Even the piddly sound of the scrapey-clicky thing pales in comparison…
I lift my head cautiously up from our tactical lookout position (otherwise known as a primo hiding spot) behind the wooden counter of the Tip-o-Troll…
What could be making that awful sound???
The only thing in my line of sight is the merry-go-round….
" Something is happening…." I say to the rest of the group cowering with the beanbag trolls. Buffy is lying prone upon a substantial pile of burlap hobgoblins..She lifts a few…and drops them back to the pile with soft little dry bean sounds….
" Trolls…trolls…all of these squishy, beany, trolls…I hope you realize this means war…" Buffy says….completely off her bird…
I honesty think the Slayer is standing in the short line leading up to the big, crazy Happy Meal.
With the her now-missing little sister…and three more missing friends wandering about the Carnival from Hell…she has gone from cool and composed Slayer…to something of our local dingbat.
" Look at this…" I whisper down to Anya and Xander…They untangle fearful limbs from each other to glance above the counter…to the gargantuan ride a few hundred paces away…
With a mechanical squeal…and oddly familiar rumbling sound of boulder-sized bearings….The outer ring of horses turn deliberately counter-clockwise as the rest of the ride sits completely still.
Well look at that the ride’s all wonky….
"Someone broke the ride…" Anya says.
A metallic Something awfully familiar about this part, Spike ol boy… The horses only make a half a revolution this time before jerking quickly to a second stop… and easing slowly into retrograde again….before falling completely still again. BINGO… I listen intently now…now that I’m almost certain I know what is going on… So many years as a Big Bad…and you don’t even recognize the sound of a cam being struck within a non-cylindrical lock…? " I know what it is…." I say softly to them. Anya and Xander look at me. Even Cuckoo’s-Nest-Barbie over there on the gnomes graces me with a look. " Well…what does it open?" Anya asks. " I don’t know…." I say…trying to keep the dread out of my voice…managing to do absolutely the opposite… " Ouch!" Xander hoots and leaps to his feet…rubbing his bum and looking down at the ground. …Where dozens upon dozens of teeny-tiny little bean bag trolls are coming to…life… They rub their sleepy little burlap faces…and grate sharp rows of little teeth at us… One of them nips at the toe of my boot and I kick it away…. It sails across the booth and lands in a bucket… " Ten points…I win a stuffed bear…." I mumble...squinting up at the medium-sized brown bears hanging from the walls…currently struggling to dislodge themselves with plush little scowls of intent. Did someone open the gate to some Evil Toys R Us hell dimension…??? " What the heck?!" Buffy shrieks…leaping from her bed of trolls as though they were on fire… instead of tiny, angry, and disturbingly alive… TBC…. I'm off for a VERY important job interview tomorrow...so I'll try to drop in this weekend and post...or monday.... wish me luck! (winkandasmile) ------------------ " I mock you with my monkey pants!" -Oz " Tremble!" Gachnar (Fear Itself)
"You're *NOT* the source of me." - Buffy
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And yeah, I'm SO feeling no pressure *crosses her fingers*
Great update as usual, and I can't wait to see where your troll takes us next.
-Sass
I always >KNEW< there was something wrong with those darn carnival teddy-bears!
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"I don't care if it is an orgy of death, there's still such a thing as a napkin." Willow, Superstar
"I want my room to be Willow-friendly." Tara, New Moon Rising
"I present to you, the 5 assed monkey"
"Now who put his who-who-dilly in your cha-cha?"
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posted March 28, 2002 16:37 Ooh, Alexander Pope reference. This fic continues to amaze me wiccachica.------------------
She's my everything!
And yeah, I'm SO feeling no pressure *crosses her fingers*
Great update as usual, and I can't wait to see where your troll takes us next.
-Sass
I always >KNEW< there was something wrong with those darn carnival teddy-bears!
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posted March 28, 2002 17:08 "The Scrape of the Lock" ...? Very nice *G* You definitely win on the randomly obscure yet wonderfully clear titles thing.And yeah, I'm SO feeling no pressure *crosses her fingers*
Great update as usual, and I can't wait to see where your troll takes us next.
-Sass
I always >KNEW< there was something wrong with those darn carnival teddy-bears!
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"I don't care if it is an orgy of death, there's still such a thing as a napkin." Willow, Superstar
"I want my room to be Willow-friendly." Tara, New Moon Rising
"I present to you, the 5 assed monkey"
"Now who put his who-who-dilly in your cha-cha?"
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posted March 28, 2002 18:23 Thanks for the updates, good luck on your interview------------------
"I don't care if it is an orgy of death, there's still such a thing as a napkin." Willow, Superstar
"I want my room to be Willow-friendly." Tara, New Moon Rising
"I present to you, the 5 assed monkey"
"Now who put his who-who-dilly in your cha-cha?"
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She's my everything!
And yeah, I'm SO feeling no pressure *crosses her fingers*
Great update as usual, and I can't wait to see where your troll takes us next.
-Sass
I always >KNEW< there was something wrong with those darn carnival teddy-bears!
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"I don't care if it is an orgy of death, there's still such a thing as a napkin." Willow, Superstar
"I want my room to be Willow-friendly." Tara, New Moon Rising
"I present to you, the 5 assed monkey"
"Now who put his who-who-dilly in your cha-cha?"
Good luck on your interview!!!
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