Scratch

Waffle27 wrote:

Nomolos wrote:

madbunnygal wrote:

She turned into a tiger. This way she could scare them more

madbunnygal wrote:

She was a tiger, she couldn't just barge in.

???

Trying to figure out this.

I asked madbunny who she wanted to scare more as a tiger. She said the circus. If she turned into a tiger to scare them more, why didn't she want to barge in and not be noticed?

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Last edited by Nomolos (2013-04-10 22:01:34)

100 pages of posts! Clink cups everybody!

Trevor opened to doors to the room and walked in, smiling. He sat down at the table with his friends, and they all pulled golden jewel encrusted cups out of nowhere.
     "To friendship and 100 pages of posts!" he cheered, and they all clinked cups.

Last edited by Nomolos (2013-04-10 22:03:31)

Nomo, how are you doing with SS

Ummm does anyone need there work looked over?

Finished yet? 

what are we waiting for/what are we doing?

we could decide on an idea with a few ppl, then wait until everyone agrees with it b4 we start on it.

Waffle27 wrote:

destructo-serpent wrote:

we could decide on an idea with a few ppl, then wait until everyone agrees with it b4 we start on it.

Alright.
So after Trevor is trapped, they all rush to the scene. Any ideas?

they get seen, someone gets a picture of them, then a monster comes, smashes the camera, knocks out the ppl, then they have to kill it. ??

Rarse swam upward, leaving his sleeping friends under the safety of the long kelp. he wanted to get He away from the group, just for a couple moments. Arguments had broken out as night had fallen. There were mindless squabbles really, created through the tired sore minds of the cryptids. But, nevertheless, Rarse felt he deserved some free time.
He reached the surface and broke through, smelling sweet salty air. As a mermaid, Rarse could breathe air as well as water, but couldn't walk on land, due to his lack of legs. He looked up at the stars, twinkling in the black sky, and sighed, longing for the life he used to have.
     He stayed like that for several minutes that felt like seconds, thoughts coursing through his mind, before he realized something was wrong. The wind was blowing faster then usual. The normally calm water was churning, and clouds were gathering in the sky. A storm was coming, but not just any storm, Rarse thought as he felt winds rushing on either side of him, a hurricane. Some of the mermaids, although they didn't spend much time above the surface, were trained to know the weather, so when a terrible storm came, they could warn each other and get to safety. Rarse was one of them.
     Before he knew what he was doing, Rarse was blazing back down toward the kelp bed. Hurricanes were fierce enough to rip apart entire coral reefs, and kelp was much easier. He'd found other cryptids, and they were his friends. He wasn't going to let them be prey to the ferocious storm that was quickly approaching.
     But once he reached the make-shift sleeping corridors that the group had prepared earlier, the water around him was already pushing him backwards, and he propelled his tail faster.
     Epher was already awake, rubbing his eyes with his fins groggily. Rarse rushed to Coil, but thought better of waking up a beast that would likely lash out as soon as his eyes snapped open.



That's what I got so far. 

Waffle27 wrote:

Thats really good!!!    I like the description "blazing".

Blazin like fire!    The chapter ends with Rarse's tail burning up and him sinking to the bottom of the ocean. JK.

And hes a merman, not a mermaid   
Other than that,           

Waffle27 wrote:

Maybe. Or um...let me get back to you on that one. (Have you ever noticed that you come up with about 50% of the ideas?)

and 75% of the ones we use 

Rarse swam upward, leaving his sleeping friends under the safety of the long kelp. he wanted to get away from the group, just for a couple moments. Arguments had broken out as night had fallen. There were mindless squabbles really, created through the tired sore minds of the cryptids. But, nevertheless, Rarse felt he deserved some free time.
He reached the surface and broke through, smelling sweet salty air. As a merman, Rarse could breathe air as well as water, but couldn't walk on land, due to his lack of legs. He looked up at the stars, twinkling in the black sky, and sighed, longing for the life he used to have.
     He stayed like that for several minutes that felt like seconds, thoughts coursing through his mind, before he realized something was wrong. The wind was blowing faster then usual. The normally calm water was churning, and clouds were gathering in the sky. A storm was coming, but not just any storm, Rarse thought as he felt winds rushing on either side of him, a hurricane. Some of the mermen, although they didn't spend much time above the surface, were trained to know the weather, so when a terrible storm came, they could warn each other and get to safety. Rarse was one of them.
     Before he knew what he was doing, Rarse was blazing back down toward the kelp bed. Hurricanes were fierce enough to rip apart entire coral reefs, and kelp was much easier. He'd found other cryptids, and they were his friends. He wasn't going to let them be prey to the ferocious storm that was quickly approaching.
     But once he reached the make-shift sleeping corridors that the group had prepared earlier, the water around him was already pushing him backwards, and he propelled his tail faster.
     Epher was already awake, rubbing his eyes with his fins groggily. Rarse rushed to Coil, but thought better of waking up a beast that would likely lash out as soon as his eyes snapped open.

Fixed it!