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Pennites rush into one another in a chaotic knot of directions as the shadow looms over the Cabaret quarters, steadily creeping over the Pen's turf. The loud roar of the mothership that soars above the roofs is only challenged by the angered scream of Melba as she finds a new set of toppled paper avalanches in the Recruiter's Office. Pen members stare at the Unidentified Flying Object from windows and garden benches, their eyes widening in fascination.

 

"Knight?!" cries a familiar, Loremasterly voice from a certain Tower. The words are hopelessly deafened by the roar of the engine. "What did we discuss about flying spaceships above large social gathering poi- aaaawwwwwwwww forget it."

 

"Is that a tail?" Mynx shrinks away and clutches at Gryphon's left wing as she points up at the craft. "Looks like a fur coat or something *shudder*"

 

The chatter of pennites goes quiet as a loud voice is projected from the spaceship. The shrill voice seems to boom from invisible speakers, echoing through every nook and cooridor of the Pen's halls.

 

"Attention, civilians of the earthling organization 'Mighty Pen.' We, the Sharpein Royal Escort Service, do hereby declare it president/dictator/all-around-supreme-ruler Pilocanci's birthday. All your gifts are belong to us!"

 

Several pennites scream as a rush of tiny objects begins rocketing out of the bottom of the mothership and whirling straight towards the Pen quarters. The panic subsides a bit, however, when Anna extends a hand and catches one of falling objects. She stares at it with a curious eye.

 

"Confetti...?"

 

;-)

 

OOC: A Happy Birthday goes out to YanYanGanaffi/Pillow. :-) Hope it ends up being a good one.

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Pennites rush into one another in a chaotic knot of directions as the shadow looms over the Cabaret quarters, steadily creeping over the Pen's turf. The loud roar of the mothership that soars above the roofs is only challenged by the angered scream of Melba as she finds a new set of toppled paper avalanches in the Recruiter's Office. Pen members stare at the Unidentified Flying Object from windows and garden benches, their eyes widening in fascination.

 

"Knight?!" cries a familiar, Loremasterly voice from a certain Tower. The words are hopelessly deafened by the roar of the engine. "What did we discuss about flying spaceships above large social gathering poi- aaaawwwwwwwww forget it."

 

"Is that a tail?" Mynx shrinks away and clutches at Gryphon's left wing as she points up at the craft. "Looks like a fur coat or something *shudder*"

 

The chatter of pennites goes quiet as a loud voice is projected from the spaceship. The shrill voice seems to boom from invisible speakers, echoing through every nook and cooridor of the Pen's halls.

 

"Attention, civilians of the earthling organization 'Mighty Pen.' We, the Sharpein Royal Escort Service, do hereby declare it president/dictator/all-around-supreme-ruler Pilocanci's birthday. All your gifts are belong to us!"

 

Several pennites scream as a rush of tiny objects begins rocketing out of the bottom of the mothership and whirling straight towards the Pen quarters. The panic subsides a bit, however, when Anna extends a hand and catches one of falling objects. She stares at it with a curious eye.

 

"Confetti...?"

 

;-)

 

OOC: A Happy Birthday goes out to YanYanGanaffi/Pillow. :-) Hope it ends up being a good one.

 

"Sir, we have an unidentified aircraft in Zone Alpha 26," a Sharpein scanning officer reported to Pilocanci the Unholy.

 

"Really," the dictator smiled," Shoot it down. Use the EMF cannons so we don't damage it too much. Let's teach that lizard not to rip off our transport construction plans and sell them on the internet...Again."

 

 

 

*Thanks guys! Sorry I have been down lately. I'm usually depressed this time of year because it's close to the date my mom passed away. I usually hate the time my b-day rolls around. Don't take it personal."

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