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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 6, 2009 19:57:16 GMT -5
The stuffed bear smiled, a little grim, a little broken, bits of cotton fluff leaking out at each word.
"You stole the Heart of our story."
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Dee groaned as he awoke. Day was edging into night and he needed his sleep. It was safe here, safe enough to rest without a wall at his back and traps at his feet. They wouldn't come here, he was sure. This was a special place... a... protected place.
But still his body ordered him awake. It had been a long chase, one endless game of hide-and-seek. If he just closed his eyes he could hear them giggle, just out of his range to place but close enough that he'd have to move and move quickly.
"Sleep," he ordered himself. His body was still on the verge of exhaustion. "Sleep."
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 6, 2009 20:17:05 GMT -5
Vexen gave a sly grin as he gripped the smooth cover of the Hundred Acre Wood's book. It was a marvelous creation, truly awe inspiring. With naught but a flick of his hand, an entire world was at his fingertips.
Though the was good reason for his lip to curl, as it did now. It was... what was the phrase?
...untainted. Yes...
Unbeknownst to all within the confines of the book world, a certain blond Nobody with a deep interest in the scientific realm of possibilities and impossibilities had relieved one Merlin of this treasure, this pride, this world. Truly something worth studying to the fullest possible extent.
However... it remained untouched by foreign hands... dark hands, in actuality. Without determining if the book existed as a "true" world, it must have a heart to give... like any other.
And so, with a quick snap of his fingers, Vexen introduced another variable to the equation.
Heartless.
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Perry the Platypus was not amused.
His very serious eyes glanced furtively left, then right, then left again, ever vigilant.
His superior- his chief, his boss, his commander, whatever you want to call him- had sent him on one of the most ridiculous missions possible: to capture one Dr. Doofenshmirtz.
Calmly, Perry lept down from the tree branch he'd been standing on. With a quick brush of his back to flatten down the ruffled fur from leaning against the tree, Agent P looked back up and around the fast fading forest. Well, the light illuminating the forest was fading anyway.
Here's the ridiculous part: the world was quite literally a book. (Admittedly, this wasn't as preposterous as Perry would've liked to pretend it was. Ever met the Flynns? No? Good.)
So here he was, a platypus armed with his fedora and secret spy gear, searching an exceptionally large area of woods for the crazy nut.
Pulling down his fedora, Perry reached into it and pulled out a flashlight. Flicking it on, and returning his hat to it's proper place on his head, Perry quickly skimmed over the surrounding area.
Once he was done with this job, he'd show those nuts in HQ how to have some common sense. Maybe start up a seminar...
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 6, 2009 20:35:07 GMT -5
Sleep came. There wasn't much quality to the dreams - almost nightmares - just pale dark splotches of life; monochrome stills of an unlit nightlight; and weapons made of tiny little hearts.
There was once a people who sacrificed their children-
No, nevermind. It's not the story being told today.
"And whooooo are you?"
Dee cracked open an eye. An owl taller than he was, looked cheerfully down upon him. Crescent shaped reading glasses were balanced precariously upon his.. beak.
There may have been a book. Dee didn't see one. It was also day. He'd slept for at least one night. Dee swallowed a yawn and stood.
"I am Dee." The Black Mage said offering a hand. He felt only slightly foolish. There was something about this place that made everyone seem wholesome.
(don't think about it!)
"Wol," the owl replied in kind, taking the gloved hand in a usefully flexible wing. "The pleasure is mine! So, what brings yooooou to the Hundred Acre Wood?"
Dee felt like there was something... missing. He dismissed the idea soon after. If it had been so important he would have remembered it.
"Resting..."
And then the two of them spotted a platypus.
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 7, 2009 9:17:07 GMT -5
Perry blinked, then squinted.
The night hadn't been particularly kind to him. After spending hours more searching out for the Doof, Agent P had finally decided to give in and find a nice bit of brush to sleep-- I MEAN hide out in.
That was right about when the sun came up.
Groaning, the green platypus hefted himself up and out of the brush--
-- and straight into some kind of blue-swathed creature with yellow eyes and black skin. And a very nice hat.
Backing up right away from the run-in, Perry immediately stowed his flashlight into his brown fedora. No need to frighten the locals, if the hadn't seen such advanced (or primitive, as the case may be,) technology.
Coming around to the front of the person, Perry immediately grinned sheepishly and held his hand out. Sorry there, friend. was the undertone of the movement.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 7, 2009 9:33:36 GMT -5
The platypus was wearing a fedora. And was offering... his paw? Dee didn't bother to try and fit the logistics of so many different races existing side by side in complete harmony and instead, gravely accepted the offer. There was wisdom in silence.
The owl had cocked its head. The angle looked a bit painful, but from what Dee remembered, Gaia had birds that could do that too. He was surprised the reading glasses were still firmly affixed to the bird's beak though.
Wol was offering a wing to shake.
"And yoooou are?" The owl coughed into a different wing, remembering manners. Or maybe he had bronchitis, hard to say. "I am Wol. And that is Dee."
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 7, 2009 9:39:18 GMT -5
Perry frowned. The owl was talking. Obviously, the laws here were different.
As is such, he tried his own hand at it.
"Grrrkrrrkrrkrrrkrrr."
Mm... that didn't work out too well.
Pulling down his fedora, Perry hte PLatypus reached into it and pulled out a buisness card he had for times such as these. He passed it to Dee.
It read:
"PERRY THE PLATYPUS
SECRET AGENT (P)"
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 7, 2009 10:01:14 GMT -5
And so the two unlikely acquaintances, one a bird and the other a war machine with fake, sullen wings, examined the business card inquisitively. Dee was slightly more interested in the seemingly inexhaustible fedora but managed to restrain his curiosity.
"Perry, the Platypus." Dee made out slowly.
"Secret Agent, parenthesis, P, parenthesis." Wol agreed. "Why, how interesting!"
And then, apparently, the owl noticed something: "I say, Perry, has the cat got your tongue?"
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 7, 2009 10:09:21 GMT -5
Perry shook his head solemnly. Apparently, the platypus had no means with which to sommunicate.
After a quick thought, the platypus reached into his hat and pulled out a journalist's notepad and pen. It would do, for the time being, until the natives(?) learned to understand his silent manner of speech.
(Even the dense Doctor Doofenshmirtz had managed to understand the undertone of his actions as a sort of speech as of late. Though, admittedly, it had taken while...)
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 7, 2009 10:34:55 GMT -5
Hmmm. Dee was starting to suspect that this wasn't a native. Lack of vocalization aside, it did appear to be a receptive bilingual. Maybe it would be able to write...?
Self-congratulations were put aside for self-recriminations as Perry revealed some writing implements.
(Your brain is turning to mush. The business card was written down!)
"How marvelous!" Wol said appreciatively. "Can you write down 'Tuesday'?"
Dee wondered a bit at that question. And then he had one of his own.
"Do you... smell something burning?"
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 7, 2009 10:39:36 GMT -5
Perry's eyes widened.
Quickly stowing the writing materials, Agent P pointed off behind Dee.
A giant plume of smoke rose from an unknown spot, spiraling upwards a great distance.
Sure it was the goof the Doof, Perry the Platypus signaled with a quick wave of his hand that moving towards the fire would best explain the source of it.
Less than coincidentally, Perry started moving for the fire just then.
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 7, 2009 10:45:00 GMT -5
"Fire!" Owl said. He began to chatter in a terribly awkward manner, hopping from one clawed foot to another. "How terrible! How terrible!"
Dee didn't quite roll his eyes.
Still he didn't feel, didn't feel them so it was alright, wasn't it? It was probably something petty and inane. Maybe someone had burned their bread.
...where'd the platypus wander off to?
Ah. There he was. Dee rushed towards the fire. The owl swooped behind them.
"Wait~!"
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 7, 2009 16:59:23 GMT -5
Waiting would have to wait. It was very important that Perry find Dr. Doofenshmirtz, lest he try to set fire to the whole woods, or something.
Which is exactly what it looked like, so far. Hmm...
Perry looked back behind him (though he continued to move forward), and shook his head at the owl's suggestion.
They were almost upon the fire now. Perry quickly, and perfectly, executed a quick jump over a lying log and found himself face to face with--
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Post by Beaver Dude on Jun 8, 2009 17:18:40 GMT -5
An extremely irritated rabbit and an equally extremely contrite yellow bear. There was also a donkey, but he simply looked very tired.
"This means war!" The rabbit ranted. It sounded female. Sort of. It appeared to be holding a... super-soaker. If supersoakers had built-in computers, an eye-piece HUD, and various impressive looking gears. And if the end was on fire.
"Ummm... rabbit?" There was something wheezy in that voice that reminded Dee of children. What was that aphorism... young at heart? "I don't think..."
"My carrots, Pooh! Mine!Not yours, not Eyore's, mine! No darned bug is going to-"
"Oh dear, did your device not work?" Wol asked brightly, landing on the orchard's scarecrow. He continued on, regardless of the rabbit's sudden desire to turn away and continue ranting. "The peddler did seem quite... peculiar. Advanced, yes, but peculiar. Fire-inator indeed."
Then he shook his head. "I did tell you that anyone with Evil tattooed to their arm was not to be trusted~"
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Post by Rocket! on Jun 8, 2009 18:53:00 GMT -5
Perry frowned. Technology like this in such a rural setting... seems less than likely under normal circumstances.
Quickly examining the situation, Perry also noticed that the other... people... seemed to--
--peddler?
...
Perry turned and looked up to the owl. He proceeded to wave his arm above him, in an effort to wave the bird down.
He had to find out more about this peddler. Technology that doesn't work is his schtick.
Perry wrote as much down on the notepad, before handing it to Dee.
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I did post in shades of grey if anyone even remembers that lmao