[PI] 18th Century Fence and ZombiesYou see, when the apocalypse hit, I was... in eighteenth century Fence, actually. I never meant to end up here at all, but, y'know, time-travel never was that simple. Especially when you have a temperamental pocket watch to take you. I mean, I was in the middle of starting a conga line with Madame de Trotadour when it decided it had enough and dumped me here instead, then it had the gall to stop working entirely. It doesn't even tick now, see? Now I'm stuck here until I can get it working again, which might not be ever, and this is not a place where I want to be stuck for the rest of my life. I can't fight off a leaf, let alone a zombie. Heck, I can't even run for my life that well.
When I tumbled out of the time tunnel, I actually thought I'd landed on a bed, it was warm, and relatively squishy. But beds don't usually start groaning for your brains so it didn't take me long to realise what I'd landed on. Especially when it has companions stood around repeating it in an undead parrot f
The VirusIt had been a long time since he was last here, and he had always hoped that he never had to come back again, but needs must, and this was a must he really needed.
The place hadn't changed in almost twenty years, but then, why would it need to? It was meant to look disused and derelict; it would certainly draw attention if it suddenly looked inhabited. But of course it was, as expected. It was the bottom floor of an old council flat, which had managed to remain un-demolished after so long. It looked like it was due to fall down any day now and it wouldn't surprise him if it did.
Liam would kill him if he knew he was here. Rachel would too, and then he would have the horrendous task of explaining to her how he knew the place and reveal the fact that he frequented it during his late teenage years. Here was to hoping that nobody had followed him.
He knocked on the door, having dithered about for long enough, and listened as someone did their best not to make too much noise as they s
'Swimming'"What are they doing?"
"Getting themselves kicked out, that's what they're doing."
In the middle of the pool, the largest water fight in history was happening. The suspects, as expected, where Ankoku and Malsvir, who were enjoying themselves too much to acknowledge the whistles of the life guards. Even the nearby audience was feeling the same.
Raven, Magic and Rachel were stood at the poolside, watching the event unfold.
"I hope they don't hurt themselves," said Rachel.
"It would serve them right," muttered Raven.
"At least Mizu's enjoying himself," commented Magic.
Mizu was stood nearby but out of range as he cheered on both sides. Whether it was genuine support or doing it so that neither of them killed him was anyone's guess.
"My money's on Malsvir," said Spyro as he joined them. He was currently missing his mechanical arm at Jennu's insistence.
"Don't encourage them," said Raven.
"Actually, I think Ankoku might have the upperhand," said Trigger, as he came up alongside Spyro, "He d
"Are you paying attention?"
"Oh. Yeah. 'Course." Actually, no he wasn't. Malsvir had been lost in his own thoughts for the past Well, he didn't know, really, but it'd been a while.
"Then answer the question."
"Oh, uh, yes, I agree."
"No, Malsvir," said Spyro, running his remaining hand down his face in exasperation. "That wasn't the question. We asked you what you think we should do about the Wyverns."
"You haven't been listening to any of his conversation, have you?" Spyro could hear the murmurs of the rest of the Dragon Council behind him. It was very uncomfortable, even if he was dead.
Malsvir looked at his feet, like a child in front of his headmaster after not paying attention in class. " No," he mumbled at his battered shoes.
Spyro felt his ethereal skin crawl as the murmurs behind him got louder. Malsvir already didn't sit well with a good portion of the Council, and not paying attention in a meeting wasn't helping. Especially when h
[PI] The Princess and the PriestThe western kingdom was known for its rocky landscape full of minerals, skilled blacksmiths that could make armour out of almost any metal they wished and, most notably, their eccentric royal family. The Linroy'lay family had always been a little strange in comparison with the surrounding kingdoms, but, by some miracle, had not yet been overthrown. Perhaps because no-one really knew what to do or maybe because they didn't see them as much of a threat, nobody was really sure. Either way, the western kingdom lived peacefully and was met with very few problems, even if their leaders were a few carrots short of a harvest.
His Majesty the king had been declared unfit for office as he receded to the more unorthodox parts of his mind and now his daughter, the Princess Alouette, was now in command of the kingdom. This news spread quickly over the land, and princes from many other kingdoms came to see if they could win the hoof of the princess. After all, if they married the princess, it would