12-12-2006, 07:02 AM
Day Eighteen had begun. Memory Village was nothing more than a silent peaceful village resting in the grassy fields in which it was erected. However this was all about to change as the men of Cell Junior?s Company and the normal citizens of Memory Village were unaware of what lurked on the outskirts of their humble village?
Mr. Cell Junior was receiving his first good rest as he slept peacefully in his humble abode, which was quite the upgrade compared to the half assed excuse for a bed he was sleeping on in Hyperton Fortress.
Unfortunately, CJ?s peaceful rest would come to a screeching halt when commotion around his tent picked up. Cell Jr. awoke slowly from the uproar outside but ignored it. He spent the next few minutes rolling around in his bed trying to fall back asleep shrugging off the commotion outside as just late night tavern ruckus. It wasn?t until a lookout man from the Village Gate came barging into his Commander?s tent that CJ realized that this was no ordinary tavern party.
?What,? the groggy General barked as he was approached by the humanoid villager dressed in yellow-clad battle gear. The youthful human made his point loud and clear for his Commander, ?Sir we require your presence at the front gate this instance, we believe we have company.?
?What?? snapped the non-transformer as he grabbed for his Ki-Sword and made haste behind the creature that awoke him in his sleep to the front gate of Memory Village. The wooden gate, which was capped off with sharp points, was starting to close as it had opened to allow those Outcasts who were outside to get within the walls before being locked out. Many of the people running in were somewhat okay with what was going on as most were still somewhat uninformed of what is going on. One person in particular, Toma to be exact, came rushing inside the gates panicking much like a schoolgirl slandered by gossip shouting that the end is near and whatnot.
While Toma ran about panicking, another boy dressed similar to the man who awoke him stood on a makeshift platform jousting inward from the wall as he looked down at CJ. ?Sir, one man approaches, he appears unarmed, dressed in blue clothing.?
By the time the gates had fully closed, word had spread throughout the village that something was stirring in the night and most of the villagers were awake and crowding near their tiny blue leader, most stared at the creature with a blank look as if waiting for something from their Commander. ?What?? said the winged creature as he looked around at the faces staring at him, his attention became drawn back to the scout atop the platform; ?Sir your order?? CJ sighed in frustration, he was no good leader, especially considering he had never led before. The inexperienced Leader had no idea that he had to give an order for practically every action for his troops, he felt like a puppeteer and he didn?t like it one bit.
Cell Junior spoke in confidence assuming great leaders must be confident at all times, ?Oh, don?t fire, let him come in peacefully. One man surely is nothing to worry about.? CJ started to chuckle, ?All this ruckus for one man, for all we know he can be an AWOL Soldier.? Unfortunately, in a few moments, Cell Jr. will discover this isn?t the case and would have hopped so to save himself some grief.
The Dante Messenger approached the gates holding upward a white parchment rolled up and topped off with a piece of string as if it was a white surrendering flag. Slowly the gate crept open as the Messenger baby footed into the inwards of the village stopping at the large crowd, which had encircled the gate opening. The messenger spoke quickly and shortly making his point clear, ?Message for your leader.?
?Come with me,? the winged creature said as he turned heading back deeper into the village signaling for the messenger to follow him. Dante Messenger paced onward following the little blue man in front of him still holding the parchment high in the air as he kept his focus on the leader of the village ignoring all the looks he was receiving from the group of Outcasts. Commander CJ?s tent was the destination as it was made clear when the winged creature entered the tent followed by the messenger, and Toma.
The freckled leader sat down at a makeshift writing table as he held out his hand behind his head with an open palm signaling for the parchment that the messenger was carrying. Toma stood at the tent exit watching over the messenger who stood between CJ and himself making sure nothing tricky was pulled by the messenger. After getting his hands on the note, Cell Jr. unrolled it and read it over, his facial features signaling the bad news, luckily no one could see his facial expression as he started to write down a reply.
Ending the reply CJ rolled it back up and gave it to the Messenger. ?Hurry back and give that to your leader, you?re free to go.? With that the three emerged from the tent and Cell Junior signaled for the Messenger to be let go to head back to wherever he came from.
The population of Memory Village gathered around their leader?s tent for a quick briefing and Cell Junior climbed up on a few boxes to address his fellow soldiers. ?Men, it appears we will be getting what we wanted since Day 1,? CJ stopped for a brief second and than shouted, ?A FIGHT!? The group went into an uproar as they started their war cries. The winged creature shouted on to keep their attention, ?Unfortunately, the fight will not be taking place tonight, for a village is no place for a fight, it?d be unfair to the citizens here to force them to arms and fight. We will be relocating but I can assure you the fight will happen. It?ll start whenever the opposing army decides to come for us, but for now we move on. Get what you need and make haste we will be traveling slightly.? The crowd dispersed as most ran about getting what they needed and reporting back to their little blue leader.
The time came and Cell Junior?s Company was ready to march on. As the group left the village, CJ thanked the villagers for their hospitality and wished for their future health to be a good one as the opposing army came in.
OOC: CJ is pussy footing away. ( Damn Dante
)
~*~*~*~
Mr. Cell Junior was receiving his first good rest as he slept peacefully in his humble abode, which was quite the upgrade compared to the half assed excuse for a bed he was sleeping on in Hyperton Fortress.
Unfortunately, CJ?s peaceful rest would come to a screeching halt when commotion around his tent picked up. Cell Jr. awoke slowly from the uproar outside but ignored it. He spent the next few minutes rolling around in his bed trying to fall back asleep shrugging off the commotion outside as just late night tavern ruckus. It wasn?t until a lookout man from the Village Gate came barging into his Commander?s tent that CJ realized that this was no ordinary tavern party.
?What,? the groggy General barked as he was approached by the humanoid villager dressed in yellow-clad battle gear. The youthful human made his point loud and clear for his Commander, ?Sir we require your presence at the front gate this instance, we believe we have company.?
?What?? snapped the non-transformer as he grabbed for his Ki-Sword and made haste behind the creature that awoke him in his sleep to the front gate of Memory Village. The wooden gate, which was capped off with sharp points, was starting to close as it had opened to allow those Outcasts who were outside to get within the walls before being locked out. Many of the people running in were somewhat okay with what was going on as most were still somewhat uninformed of what is going on. One person in particular, Toma to be exact, came rushing inside the gates panicking much like a schoolgirl slandered by gossip shouting that the end is near and whatnot.
While Toma ran about panicking, another boy dressed similar to the man who awoke him stood on a makeshift platform jousting inward from the wall as he looked down at CJ. ?Sir, one man approaches, he appears unarmed, dressed in blue clothing.?
By the time the gates had fully closed, word had spread throughout the village that something was stirring in the night and most of the villagers were awake and crowding near their tiny blue leader, most stared at the creature with a blank look as if waiting for something from their Commander. ?What?? said the winged creature as he looked around at the faces staring at him, his attention became drawn back to the scout atop the platform; ?Sir your order?? CJ sighed in frustration, he was no good leader, especially considering he had never led before. The inexperienced Leader had no idea that he had to give an order for practically every action for his troops, he felt like a puppeteer and he didn?t like it one bit.
Cell Junior spoke in confidence assuming great leaders must be confident at all times, ?Oh, don?t fire, let him come in peacefully. One man surely is nothing to worry about.? CJ started to chuckle, ?All this ruckus for one man, for all we know he can be an AWOL Soldier.? Unfortunately, in a few moments, Cell Jr. will discover this isn?t the case and would have hopped so to save himself some grief.
The Dante Messenger approached the gates holding upward a white parchment rolled up and topped off with a piece of string as if it was a white surrendering flag. Slowly the gate crept open as the Messenger baby footed into the inwards of the village stopping at the large crowd, which had encircled the gate opening. The messenger spoke quickly and shortly making his point clear, ?Message for your leader.?
?Come with me,? the winged creature said as he turned heading back deeper into the village signaling for the messenger to follow him. Dante Messenger paced onward following the little blue man in front of him still holding the parchment high in the air as he kept his focus on the leader of the village ignoring all the looks he was receiving from the group of Outcasts. Commander CJ?s tent was the destination as it was made clear when the winged creature entered the tent followed by the messenger, and Toma.
The freckled leader sat down at a makeshift writing table as he held out his hand behind his head with an open palm signaling for the parchment that the messenger was carrying. Toma stood at the tent exit watching over the messenger who stood between CJ and himself making sure nothing tricky was pulled by the messenger. After getting his hands on the note, Cell Jr. unrolled it and read it over, his facial features signaling the bad news, luckily no one could see his facial expression as he started to write down a reply.
Quote:Commander Broccoli,
I will not be surrendering to you. Our fight will happen soon enough, but not here, not now. A village is no place for our battle, we will have our battle soon enough, and I can assure you we will not be surrendering at this future date either.
Oh by the way, it?s ?Mr. Cell Junior? to you.
Commander ?Mr. Cell Junior.?
Ending the reply CJ rolled it back up and gave it to the Messenger. ?Hurry back and give that to your leader, you?re free to go.? With that the three emerged from the tent and Cell Junior signaled for the Messenger to be let go to head back to wherever he came from.
The population of Memory Village gathered around their leader?s tent for a quick briefing and Cell Junior climbed up on a few boxes to address his fellow soldiers. ?Men, it appears we will be getting what we wanted since Day 1,? CJ stopped for a brief second and than shouted, ?A FIGHT!? The group went into an uproar as they started their war cries. The winged creature shouted on to keep their attention, ?Unfortunately, the fight will not be taking place tonight, for a village is no place for a fight, it?d be unfair to the citizens here to force them to arms and fight. We will be relocating but I can assure you the fight will happen. It?ll start whenever the opposing army decides to come for us, but for now we move on. Get what you need and make haste we will be traveling slightly.? The crowd dispersed as most ran about getting what they needed and reporting back to their little blue leader.
~*~*~*~
The time came and Cell Junior?s Company was ready to march on. As the group left the village, CJ thanked the villagers for their hospitality and wished for their future health to be a good one as the opposing army came in.
OOC: CJ is pussy footing away. ( Damn Dante
)
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