Grasshoppers' Revenge

OOC: Hi all, this is a continuation of "Stealing from Thieves". So you'd better read that first or you'll be lost.

BIC:

Beka took a phial from Trap and looked at it suspiciously. So you mean, if we get this stuff into our bloodstream, we'll be impervious to magical attacks? or did you mean that we can stop the shamans from using magic if we get this stuff in them?

Beka set down her staff for a moment, and the fire that had been curling around it disappeared. Beka had it enchanted so that it would only alight when she was holding it. And she hadn't told Lyle yet, but she had done the same thing to his arrows; once he shot an arrow from his bow, it would spontaneously burst into flames. Beka liked fire. I wonder what my parents would do if they knew what I was up to?

Trap sighed in frustration. "Lyle gets it," he muttered, and pointed at the poison. "Get that in your bloodstream and in 5 seconds unable to use any magic. An hour paralized, two hours dead. So dont you dare even poke yourself with a needle when its around, got it?" he put the cap back on his sythes butt, and looked ahead. "So, if you dont have a plan, I do. Run in, beat them down, free the children, run out. Worked so far for random prison breaks i have witnessed. Except for the fact that around 20 or more kids die, and the trouble makers are taken apart slowly. That is, if they get caught."

Beka chuckled. Call me the Empress of Troublemakers, then. Let's kick some butt, Trap! Beka picked up her staff again and it immediately started to glow with fire.

She made for the door at a dash, eyes narrowed in anticipation of the scrap. More than anything she wanted to free kids, and the chance to practice her magic on some rogues was more than she could resist.

'these people are nuts!" lyle coulndt belive he was about to do this. "all right, but, at least let me go first to scout around a bit, i dont like the idea of running in like morons and getting our heads blown off." before he heard a responce he ran in, and ducked behind a piller, there were a few guards, guarding a doorway, he allways wanted to try this, putting two arrows on his bow at the same time, heard of people doing it before, and he allmost had it down

he put the two arrows on his bow, and held it horisontally, he pulled back and let go. one was hit smack dabe in the head, the other in the eye, 'dang, i was off by a inch.'

Nice hits, Lyle! Beka gave him a friendly smack on the back as she dashed past him, heading further into the building with her firey staff. AIEEEEEEEEEEEEE GRASSHOPPERS TO THE SCRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Beka barreled over a petty thief and kept going.

Trap! Shamans! She screeched to halt as she nearly ran into a crooked old man. Beka was totally unfamiliar with the friendly old man who was like your grandpa; the only old men, or grownups, that she had encountered were out to kill or abuse her any way they could. So old men equalled firey blast. Beka panicked... a little... and set everything in the entire building on fire. Oops.

Trap sighed as he walked after them. "A little much," he said to Beka, appearing from nowhere. "Dont think that killed him. He weilds fire after all." he said. The man was glaring at Beka and Trap, and it wasnt that 'your in trouble' glare, more like 'I am going to enjoy ripping out your heart'.

Stabbing the butt end of his sythe at the man, he attempted to avoid getting burnt. The mans eyes widened as the sythe hit him, as he was expecting just a regular hit in the gut. The venom in his blood, the fire soon started taking its effect.

"Beka!" Trap shouted, trying to prevent his pants from catching fire anymore, "Dont you know how to control it!" he began dancing lightly, as his shoes were now on fire. "Ow!"

lyle ducked back behind the piller, 'great, this is exactly what i was afriad of.'

Beka was yelling now. OOPS! She started yelling spells trying to get the fire to stop. But fire was more eager to spring to life than to die away, and it took a little time for her to put out the fire in Trap's pants and shoes.

Beka wasn't sure about the shaman, but she was pretty certain that any one else in the building not in a metal cage (as she knew from experience that any children would be in) was on fire and probably dying or at least running away.

Beka finally put out the flames. Wooh. She was feeling pretty tired all of a sudden...

Trap looked down at his pants, frustrated. "I nearly have no pants Beka. Dont be stupid again, or I might as well leave you here." He grabbed his syth, motioning Lyle over. "Lyle, this is where that poison and your arrows come in handy. Soon a dozen or so Shaman will be in here, all gaurds up, firing off deathspells because of Beka's incident. So while we all are hidden, pick them off, one by one. Or something. Two by two. Do that trick of yours. OR whatever, as long as they are dead, I dont care. The more powerful ones rightnow will be gathered somewhere hiding like cowards till the last second, if I know them right..."

"you forgot to say please." lyle said with a smile. "well if you want them all dead, then you both will want to hide. im going to get to a vantige point were i can see everything, now you all look preety similer up there, so try not to move." with that lyle began to climb the nearset pillar. once he got to the top, and it was preety high up, almost 50 ft, trap was right. alot of em did come out, and it was hard to see who was who, he hoped he wouldnt hit trap or beka in the violence that was going to ensue. lyle had done this many times before, he was no stranger to it.

first, you had to hit the guy in the back, then when they all turned to check on him, you hit the guy in the front, you always wanted to keep them guissing, then the guy in the middle, usually by then they took cover. so lyle began to through rocks at other pillars so they would think hes on one of them, he found them, and picked them off.

there was one last one, he couldnt make them out completely. he was small and was hunkerd down on the ground, he threw a rock at it, it screamed like a girl, 'o, its beka.' he was glad he dident nail that last one.

Occ: The last one... which means... TRAP!!! hmm, this complicates things.... but it IS a roleplay, so i guess so...

Trap was leaning against a pillar, and arrow in his shoulder blade. He felt his abilities once again drifting away, but this time also his life force. "Darn it Lyle!" he shouted, dropping to his knee. "I swear, if you hit any Shaman the same way you hit me, I will ring your throat out..." his hand went to his belt, as he fumbled for something. "That antitode is somewhere in here...." he muttered, as he clumsily dropped a vial. "Ah..." he attempted to pick it up off the ground, but his vision was already blurry, and his hands were both shaky.

"Ah... If you dont min... Becchaa.... Passss me the va-va-thingy... ish jusssh...."

Beka was about to give Lyle a brutal tongue-lashing when she realized he had hit Trap. Oh rats...

She scampered out of cover yelling LYLE DON'T HIT ME! She dashed over to Trap. He was on the ground fumbling around for the vial, and his words were getting slurred really badly. Beka picked up the vial and pinned Trap down. Hang on a sec, grasshopper. She dumped the contents onto the arrow-wound, assuming that the antidote needed to get into the bloodstream along with the poison...

She rubbed her head moodily. Drat, now my face is going to swell. We had better get back to camp soon, the other grasshoppers will be wondering what happened to us.

OOC: Check out Plot Chat! I'd like us to steer back to camp soon so they can pick up Tychicus!

ooc: Ok, buy you will have to drap Trap or something, an arrow wound is still an arrow wound, venom antidote or not.

Trap looked dreamily at Beka. "An anshell.... Yoursh and anshel.... hellooooo anshel..." his body convulsed once, and he passd out, drooling abit.

OOC; COOLNESS. *bounces*

BIC:

Beka sighed and rolled her eyes. And you're a dork. Lyle, you have to help me drag this nut back to camp again... Beka dragged Trap to his knees and rested his head against her shoulder.

(Sorry Danno trying to jump forward a little so we can get GOING)

Beka and Lyle dragged Trap between them until they finally got back to the storehouse. A bunch of little kids ran out to meet them, asking a million questions all at once as little kids do. Where were you, we missed you, what happened to Trap, Beka why is your face swelling, Lyle why are your arrows glowing, Beka guess what Denny caught a rabbit, Lois stole my pillow, I did not, BEKAAAAAAAAAA, what happened?!?!

Beka shouted to be heard over the stampede GRASSHOPPERS, HUSH. Everybody inside. Lyle, storytime! You talk to the kiddos, I'd better haul Trap into his bed.

"Angel... is that you angel...." Trap said as he slowly came to. "What happned to your lovley face angel...? Its all red... and your hair...? you changed alot my lov- ... ARRRRRRG!!!!!!!!" Trp scrambled away from Beka, reopening his wound. "AHHHHHG!!" he tried to stand but failed. "BEKA!!!! Whaaaaat!"

Trap franticly searched his memory, recalling recent events. "I reme- ... LYLE!!!! That little.... He RUINED my rescue plans! RUINED THEM!!! I am going to STRANGLE HIM!!!" Trap attempted to get to his feet again.

lyle was very worried, now in stead of having them angry at eachother, they were both angry at him. he thought of a few options. '1, i can stay, and be butcherd, 2. i can run, and be cut down and butcherd, or 3. i can STALL, i like that one.' lyle began to make a long over eggagerated story of there little adventure hopeing it would stsll everyone before they figured out he hit beka and nearly killed trap...

OOC: I edited this topic... meh....

BIC:

Beka growled Sit down, fool. Beka slapped some extra herbs onto Trap's back and shoved him back into his barrel. If you bother Lyle again I swear I'll pummel you into a pile of ash. You've given us nothing but trouble for two days now! Go to sleep!

She stormed off and grabbed a biscuit to eat. After she had wolfed it down she flung herself into her own barrel and shut her eyes.

She felt like she was crying. Why, what's the matter with me...? Just tired. Been a really long day. Trap mistook me for an angel and then made fun of my face... do I care? No. Maybe... I wish I had a mom and dad. Especially a dad... Beka sighed and finally nodded off.

'wait, IM NOT DEAD. thats a definet improvement.' and with that, lyle went to bed, a good days work done.

OOC: Anything else to say here or can I skip to make a new thread, new morning, crash into Tych?

occ: hmm go for it pebbs. But i getta say locked this time. LOCKED

Trap slept bitterly, dreaming of angel. Thanks to Lyle, she was probably still in the shaman circles, and he couldnt do anything about it. stupid boy. If it werent for the fact that he was still in shock for mistaking Beka for Angel, he probably would have killed Lyle. He still wanted to grip his throat.... And, since he was the oldest... He dozed off again into another fitful dream.

OOC: Okay, migrate to Another Abduction, in this topic!

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