Roleplay By Monologues

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A tall handsome man was looking for his way. The Colorado press recognized him.
"Keanu Reeves! What are you doing here? You aren't going to play Constantin aren't you?"

Keanu didn't answer. He walked on and met Chuck Norris who still tried to figure out how to escape the Monologue thread.
" Hey Keanu...what brings you here? Don't you know you are being made like a fool staying over here?"

Keanu smiled quickly. " I heard Trinity has been over here somewhere. And the White Rabbit should be here too"

Chuck grabbed a newspaper.

" MR Emmett Frankl and Mrs Queenie Lind are engaged to be married. Several characters of the wonderland topic will be there to witness this happy event".

" So.....a marriage? Well, good for them but I won't interrupt them or even join the party. I hate parties".

Chuck shook his head.

" The white Rabbit you are looking for isn't here. The only rabbit who joins is the one from Wonderland".

Keanu looked around and looked up to the poster of this reply.

" HEY! Add my white Rabbit please!"

And there he was...............FOLLOW THE WHITE RABBIT

Keanu continued his journey
 
OOC: The unfinished scene between Emmett and Queenie, when Vanessa gets to writing more of her side of it, should be considered as happening BEFORE the following.


Copperfox was dreading tonight's close of business. He didn't feel he could run away from Brenda; but he was positive that she would make sure to stay on after all the other employees had left. So he asked Aryun to hide in the men's room, equipped with one of Bat-Bat's advanced surveillance devices.

When Brenda--whose psychic powers were limited, it will be recalled--thought she and her boss were the only ones left in The Octopus Garden, she made her move.

Copperfox was at his desk, looking over the day's receipts--and, with one corner of his mind, wondering if the investors were ever going to come through to turn his one restaurant into a franchise like Emmett's--when he felt the back of his neck being kissed. A single forlorn word, "Please," did more to deflect his thought of rebuffing her than a fancy speech would have done. (Did Brenda _know_ how much power that same word used to have coming from Janalee's lips?) He swivelled his chair--but had no time to stand, before she was on her knees, forearms resting on _his_ knees, her tastefully made-up eyes begging.

"Brenda, do you _really_ think it could work? Because I don't," he said as gently as possible.

She stuck with powerful simplicity. "But I love you; I love you for being kind and caring." Then she was rising from her knees, surging upward like a rising thermometer of passion, draping herself insistently onto him and smothering him with kisses.

The loneliness in him desperately wanted to believe that she wasn't evil...that she was, at worst, misguided and capable of learning better...that she genuinely meant it about loving him...and that maybe it was even God's will for him to be at once her mentor and her husband. That very same thing was working out for Emmett with Queenie, wasn't it? Why shouldn't Copperfox be entitled to equal satisfaction?

Being human, and single, and not knowing she WAS evil, he kissed her back.

What followed was easily still within PG-rated bounds; but to be on the safe side, the Mods realigned their cameras to follow a fluffy bunny hopping along a road, until Copperfox would regain more self-control.
 
The epic battle full of amazing high-dollar special effects had begun.

Composer vs. Gangster (Round 1)

As much as the gangster tried to influence the composer with his trendy beats and booming bass, they would have no effect on him. No the composer dodged the gangsters attacks as though there they were traveling as slow as the person in front of you at the grocery store who has to use 57 different coupons and pays with exact change. The booming beats flew by the composers head and evaporated into empty space. Finally, after growing weary of watching the gold-chained goblin wave his hands up and down for several minutes the composer calmly removed a grand piano from his shirt
pocket and swung it, knocking the hip-hoping hooligan into another time-space dimension. He dusted off his piano and just as calmly as he had taken it out replaced it into his shirt pocket and walked over to where the Anti-Christian Liberal Union lawyer was debating Arthur, King of the Britons.
 
"Hehehe," a server killing gremlin pops out of the ground. "I'm gonna make this server so dead that not ever the mods will ever be able to come here ever again!" He begins to cut the server in half with a hack-saw, while singing:
"I'm gonna kill the server,
I'm gonna kill it dead,
I'm gonna chop and up and then
feed it to a skink named fred!"

"Not so fast!" what appears to be a purple duck with a shoe on it's head comes out of nowhere. While the gremlin watches the duck, an Asian boy tied to an orangutan with VHS tape run at him from the left, pelting him with pingpong balls.

"Ow, hey! Hey!" The gremlin drops the hacksaw and tries to run.

"GET HIM!" Smerdyakov picks up a waterballon and chucks it at the gremlin, but misses. The quick-drying cement inside splatters all over the ground.
"Charge!" Smerdyakov yells to no-one and continues to chase the gremlin, pelting him with the water-ballons. Soon, the gremlin is so covered in cement that he's stuck the ground. Smerdy uses the rest of the cement to fix the server.

"What do you want to do with him, BEST BUDDY?!" he askes Copperfox, lifting the tounge of the shoe so he can see CF's face.
 
Having stepped out of the "normal" time sequence of this thread (and a good thing, in view of the spot he was in), Copperfox tells Smerdyakov: "Give him one chance to save himself. If he'll help you track down _more_ evil gremlins, let him live, untortured. If he won't....then have a field day with him, only don't describe the gory details to the Mods."

Meanwhile, a 13-year-old runaway princess, riding a horse on a lonely quest which no one else can understand, sights three other evil gremlins who are trying to flee from justice. They promise to help her always be more powerful in roleplays than the _other_ 13-year-old horse-riding runaway princesses; so she gives them a ride on her horse to escape from Smerdyakov.

Copperfox, having regained emotional equilibrium, goes back to where he was with Brenda the Shapechanger.
 
Super-Duper Man came over for a long overdue visit with Emmett and Bat-Bat who were having lunch at the Octopus Garden. They were discussing the details of Bat-Bat’s role in at the upcoming wedding. Super-Duper Man was surprised about the wedding, but was glad that Emmett had found a good match. Emmett was also glad to find out that Super-Duper Man was doing great. Not only that but he had been able to take Mel Gibson home after the harrowing ride many pages back.

Super-Duper Man asked Emmett to tell his story about riding on the Horse With No Name. Of course Man and Bat-Bat had already heard it many times and liked it. Emmett first looked around to see that there were no aliens nearby. He did not want their brains to get fried, even though he was not intending to sing the story this time. There were no aliens, so Emmett began:

“See,
On the first part of the journey I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds and rocks and things, there was sand and hills and rings. The first thing i met was a fly with a buzz and the sky with no clouds. The heat was hot and the ground was dry, but the air was full of sound…”

…and they all enjoyed a great time of fellowship once more.
 
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Meanwhile, in a land far, far away, the snow was falling sluggishly, and the wind was moaning lugubriously.
A chocolate-hued mountain hare raised her silky ears and sniffed the chilly air in contemplation.
"The wintry forces are gathering, we must prepare for battle..."
She turned to the flock of young draygons behind her, awaiting her command. "No, not yet, we must wait until we can see the coal of their eyes before we strike. This will be a close match, I fear."
The draygons snorted impatiently, breath plainly visible in the frosty atmosphere. The hare hitched her knapsack higher on her shoulder and gripped her longbow with fierce determination in her piercing brown eyes. "That penguin will never win!!"
 
"March, men! March!" Arnold yelled as he led his army of snowmen on. "That hare will never win," he muttered to himself, flipping his heat-resistent Santa Claus hat out of his eyes.
He had been preparing for this battle for a long time. To finally take over Meg Longears and her force of draygons. Their rayguns would be no match against an unlimited amount of snowmen, equiped with harsh snowy rain that would create snowballs. Each was also sporting a heat-resistent hat similar to Arnold's, but not quite so stylish.
"We've got a long walk ahead of us, but it will be worth it," he assured them.
 
Just because Bat-Bat was having a nice time of fellowship it did not mean that his sensors were not watching the draygons, Arnold, and Santa Claus just in case any of them decided to start any vampire nonsense.
 
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An orderly review of disorder

Aslan appeared beside Meghan and Rache, to remark in His bottomless voice:

"It's a good thing I'm all-knowing Deity, or even I would be confused by now! A chaotic mixup is great for the fun of this thread; but by _MY_ design, rather than by advance plans of the mortal players, a coherent storyline has come into being in the midst of this. And it is worth explaining to latecomers what this plot arc is about. That is, the main plot; the random extra parts are still free to be anything at all.

"It was Emmett's Horse With No Name journey which led him to settle in the Colorado town which now takes its name from the horse. There, becoming close friends, he and the Navy retiree known as Copperfox both founded restaurants, and a restaurant owners' association. Emmett's restaurant was the flagship of a franchise chain from the very start; but Copperfox's vegetarian restaurant remains only a stand-alone business, because he didn't have the connections Emmett had to attract investors for a franchise.

"Emmett and his brother Jake discovered a nearby crossing into the dimension of 'Alice In Wonderland.' There, they were drawn into the adventures being experienced by others. A Dutch lady and a hockey player had attracted the unfriendly attention of Hans Christian Andersen's character, the Snow Queen, who was forming an alliance with the despicable King and Queen of Hearts. Despite Emmett's annoyance with the Dutch lady for so categorically preferring the hockey player over Emmett's friend, Emmett and Jake helped to defend the couple against monsters who served the Snow Queen. This diverted the Snow Queen's predatory attention to the gunslinger brothers instead. The evil sorceress had conceived for Emmett the nearest thing to a romantic desire that she was capable of; but like the Joker in 'The Dark Knight,' she 'didn't know what to do with one if she caught it.' Once capturing Emmett and Jake, all the Snow Queen could think of was bullying them with her magic powers--acting no differently from the petty conduct of teenage girls who see roleplaying as their chance to humiliate males.

"But by My divine plan, an old servant woman, whom the Snow Queen had assumed to be incapable of any interference, helped the brothers to escape. Then I, Aslan, intervened in My own right: not only assuring the safety of the old woman, but turning the tables on the Snow Queen and making HER experience what it felt like to be completely powerless and terrorized. I warned her that she had only one more chance to repent and be saved, failing which I would slay her and send her to the bad place forever.

"By the touch of My breath, she did not stop with merely being selfishly afraid of death, but rather learned genuinely to be _sorry_ for the evil she had done. And realizing how markedly the goodness of Emmett the gunslinger contrasted with her own wickedness, she saw that seeking his forgiveness would represent seeking Mine. With her powers rapidly fading away, she crossed the pass into the Monologues dimension, where I cleared the way for her by making Emmett aware that she WAS sorry for what she had done and wanted to be good instead of evil. As a result, the former enemies fell in love--NOT because of any nonsense about 'cosmic balance' or 'both sides being equally guilty,' but rather because the one who had been _entirely_ in the wrong, humbled herself and confessed her fault.

"Now the wedding of Emmett and 'Queenie' is about ten days away; but their situation is being complicated by the forces of evil trying to lure Emmett's friend Copperfox onto the dark side, while trying to draw Queenie _back_ to the dark side. Scenes concerning both of these movements of evil remain unfinished; and the recently-posted scene showing Emmett and Bat-Bat at Copperfox's restaurant, should be regarded as having happened _before_ those not-yet-finished scenes of drama.

"That, My dear good children Rache and Meghan, is the _short_ version."
 
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Queenie was quiet for a while and Emmett noticed something was bothering her.
"what's going on my lovely lass? Is there anything you should tell me?"

Queenie looked at her beloved one and took a deep breath.
" You know Emmett darling, I'm not afraid anymore. For a while I thought this evil wizard would turn me back into the evil sorceress I once were but that's behind me now. There is just one thing which bothers me. The thing I heard his voice made me realize he never disappeared but he always kept being around me. For all those years I never knew. But now I know."

Emmett kissed his beloved fiancee and looked into the mod-cam.

" Don't you guys for a second think I'm really kissing. It's all a trick"

He sticked out his tongue at the cam and turned his face to his Queenie.

" Evil wizards will never disappear. They will wait till they get the opportunity and use their evil against ya lass. But this doesn't mean for one second they can change your free will. It all depends on your beliefs. If you trust in Aslan he will help you unconditionally".

Queenie looked at the mod-cam.

" What's this? Oh well.....I don't mind. We are not having any secrets unless the cam is turned off".

Queenie laughed and also sticked out her tongue. She turned to Emmett and held him real close.

" Emmett, about this wizard. I met him years ago. I believe I was still a child and my parents took me often when they brought a visit to other Kingdoms. At one of those Kingdoms the King was having many advisors. They all have a lot but this one had a complete group. One of them was him. I still recall him. A friendly looking face with a tall grey beard and he was wearing a purple hat with yellow/golden stars. His eyes were brown. Almost black. His cloak was the same color as his hat. The same golden/yellow stars. The weird thing was he never looked evil to me. He was kind and friendly and always asked me if I wanted to play or drink something. He gave me very good advice what I should do when I was feeling bored. He did some magic tricks I liked. He seemed to understand I was lonely. In the beginning he never made any attempt to turn me into an evil creature like I would became later in my life. I remember when I was having a little argue with my parents he gave me a book. His words were: " I know you are lonely and it ain't easy for your parents as well, but respect your parents. Here take this book. You will read more about the things I do and it will help you to feel less bored". And I didn't see him again until I turned 16 or 17. I read his book and I learned the tricks. By this time I saw him again I already turned into someone else. He noticed. He told me I had learned a lot. This time he didn't talk to me as much as he used to do when I was still a kid but he told me one thing: " Go for it young lady. Let them show who you truelly are. Fullfill your big dream and show no mercy". Now I know what he ment. The upcoming years I became more and more evil and later he became one of my personal advisors. But not the whole time. When I was having my own Kingdom he advised me but after a while he returned because I think he thought he had reached his goal. But he must have noticed what happened between me and you and he decided to show up again".

Emmett listened to what his bride_to_be said
 
The fluffy bunny hopping along the road noticed that she wasn't getting any attention anymore. So, she found a miniature circus pony, hopped onto his back, and rode away on a mysterious quest which no one else could understand. Well, actually, they could understand: she was simply looking for fresh cabbage.
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As for Emmett and Queenie:

The gunslinger's embrace with his beloved changed subtly as she spoke: not any less loving, but seeming to postpone passion while turning to a higher priority. He understood that what Queenie was concerned about must be dealt with, before they could be at ease to--do all the things which the Mods actually imagined that ten-year-old kids _didn't_ already know all about. Here and now, he would urge Queenie to pray with him as soon as she had poured out enough to him. Beyond that, he would take any action that would help.
 
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Titus Finney, pastor of the Solid Rock Church of Hope, was praying in his office for his friend Copperfox, who he knew had some personal crisis in progress. He was unaware of having any more-than-normal cause to pray for Emmett and Queenie, whose wedding he would be conducting....until the cold, harsh voice spoke to him out of the air.

"Weak little man, stop trying to confine a strong woman inside your weak-walled little box."

Seeing no visible talker, the parson breathed, "Lord Jesus, be with me and mine, to fend off all evil."

The unseen intruder uttered an audible grunt, as if suddenly punched in the stomach. When he spoke again, he sounded less confident and more angry. "Do not think that you have magic to compare with mine. My power is so great, that I was able to make another great as well. Now YOU think to bind her together with a mere peasant! It shall not be! If you value your life--"

"I value my ETERNAL life in Jesus!" the parson retorted. "The power is His, and so it doesn't matter how weak I am; His grace is made perfect in my weakness! That's why the Apostle Paul said, 'What we preach is not ourselves, but Christ Jesus!' Therefore I rebuke you in the name of Jesus."

The unseen one snarled with still greater anger, uttering what sounded like foul curses in an unfamiliar language. "I am forced, by your Master Whom I hate, to admit that I can't harm you or your family by my spells. But there is other harm I still CAN do, so beware of it!"

Then the voice was gone. Titus Finney hastened to make sure his wife and son were safe. They were, and he had them join him in earnest prayer for God's protection over their whole community.
 
(Thank you, Copperfox... er, Aslan, that was very helpful :D)

Meg finally allowed one of her draygons to fly around and peruse the area. Before he reported back, she started making a mental list of their arsenal. Hundreds of powerful draygons, with more coming to join them, each equipped with rayguns, and naturally with a blazing flame to melt any snow, majestic wings allowing them to fly and attack, razor-sharp talons and teeth to tear and destroy.... she obviously held the upper han-... paw. An army of snowmen? Please, only a child would find that alarming. Yes, she would win, she would be victorious. She thought of the muffin, the beautiful muffin. The Banana Nut Bread Golden Muffin of Muffiny Goodness from the Court of Santa Claus. She'd held it in her quivering paws, until.... until.... that... PENGUIN. Oh, she would win.... she had to have it.
Just then, the recon draygon glided down to her and inclined his head. "Master, I saw... I saw...."
Meg narrowed her eyes. "What is it, boy, speak up!"
He sighed a great draygon sigh and continued. "I saw rows upon rows of red Santa hats... marching... backed against the pure white snow, and in the front, in his own, more stylish Santa hat, was your enemy, waddling more than marching."
Meg clenched her furry paw. "He can come, we're ready."
 
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Arnold squinted his eyes at the sky as he glared into the distance where the draygon had just been spotted. His right hand Teddy Bear, Hoop, was whispering to some snowmen generals.
"Hoop," Arnold demanded the Bear over.
"Sir?" he said, waddling his way.
"I need you do go check out what that silly rabbit is up to. She probably thinks she's got the upper hand, but I-"
"Sir?" Hoop interrupted.
"Don't cut me off like that!"
"But sir, she's a hare... not a rabbit."
Arnold glared at Hoop for a few seconds, realizing he had made a mistake. Without even telling him the plans he was eventually going to get to, he flicked his flipper and Hoop went flying in the air, controlled by Arnold's power over this harsh snowy rain.
"Siiiiirrrr!!!" Hoop yelped as he was sharply forced upwards, for once happy to be a Teddy Bear because of his weight.
After a few seconds he was high enough to spot the army of raygun draygons led by their hare-Xena leader. Hoop was in shock at the awe of the army of draygons. So many colors, the scales... all reflecting beautifully off of the snow. His admiration for them was washed away as he thought of the Muffin. Glorious Muffin, that was stolen from Santa. With Arnold being Santa's right hand man, being Arnold's right hand man made him in a very envious spot. No doubt the silly hare was looking for glory, along with the Muffin. What a greedy thing she is.
Afraid of being spotted, Hoop frantically started swimming in air as to go the opposite direction and get back to their invincible snowmen army.
"Good news, Sir," Hoop said as he landed right next to Arnold.
"Yes?"
"They think they'll win," he said, laughing. "It's limited, and their weapons are weak. We have the high ground here, Sir. No worries. We'll get Santa his muffin again soon."




Oh, and thank you Copperfox for that er... short version of what in the world is going on with the rest of this :rolleyes:
 
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Suddenly, Copperfox himself appeared right next to Arnold.

"You folks have put me in a conflict of loyalties. On one hand, I like Meghan a lot for her good attitude about many things. On the other hand, YOUR side has a penguin as its totemic symbol. Something not many forum members know is that the penguin is MY private symbol for the second of my two deceased wives, because penguins are the world's cutest birds. Therefore, I hate to see either side here being harmed. Accordingly..." Copperfox brought into view one of those little futuristic all-purpose devices that super-duper space aliens have in so many cheesy TV shows, and pushed four buttons on it.

"There! I have just activated a Nobody-Can-Get-Killed forcefield. Go ahead and have your battle now; anyone who gets killed will spring back to life in a few minutes. Have fun!" And he vanished.
 
The Banana Nut Bread Golden Muffin of Muffiny Goodness from the Court of Santa Claus sat glumly on its gold-trimmed bone-china plate with accompanying green-and-red-frilled doily (handmade by Mrs. Claus herself) and pondered a bit of strudle-topping that had fallen from its perfectly rounded top. If it only had hands... alas, sentient Christmas goodies from the Kitchen of Santa had little future or hopes of upper academic grants and sponsorships unless they could also dance and sing.
 
NOTE THAT THE FOLLOWING SCENE IS STILL A LITTLE FARTHER AHEAD IN TIME THAN WHERE EMMETT AND QUEENIE, AND FOR THAT MATTER PARSON FINNEY, CURRENTLY ARE.


Copperfox and the beautiful Shapechanger were both still fully clothed, but the emotional tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. In fact, several vegetable-chopping knives _were_ hanging in mid-air, stuck in the emotional tension. Mods, however, are permitted to imagine that the two characters were not physically touching each other at all. ;):rolleyes:

"Brenda," said Copperfox, who had resumed his form as Grey Eagle in order to safeguard against the heart attack which was at least a slight possibility in his normal middle-aged form under this much, er, um, cough cough, abstract philosophical concern for the ground of being; "you know that I'm not looking to play around meaninglessly. You know that I am the marrying kind. Now, tell me why you think a relationship between us _could_ work. I'm listening."

The Shapechanger donned her most convincing look of sincerity. "There's nothing I value in a man so much as a generous, compassionate heart. I can bear witness that you have such a heart for real; it isn't as if you were sitting at a keyboard now, typing these words for me to say in order to make yourself look noble and virtuous.

"And as long as you have that heart, you should be able to _follow_ that heart, and realize that everything the Church of Acquiescence teaches amounts to the _same_ compassion, only better informed. Then you and I would BE on the same page, as you put it; and our love would be no less cosmic than the Essence of the Everything-ness."

Copperfox drew several deep breaths, then said to her: "Okay, tell me more specifically what would be entailed in my becoming 'better informed'..."
 
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In unison the draygons turned their heads to watch the flying teddy bear. "Erm, what was that?"
"I think it was a flying teddy bear..."
"Teddy bears don't fly."
"Maybe it was Arnold in disguise..."
"Penguins don't fly."
"Ehm... well.... maybe..."
Meg lowered her ears at them. "Forget about the teddy bear! They're coming, look!"
Silently, rows upon rows of Santa hats began appearing in the distance, rising past the snowy hilltop and marching closer every second. Their creepy coal and carrot faces were smiling jovially even as they carried their weapons of destruction. A shudder of coldness ran down every draygon's spiny back and they flapped their wings nervously. Meg held up a warning paw. "You remember the plan, don't back down now." A fleet of shining draygons exploded into the sky in formation and then started bearing down on the army of snowmen. When they got close enough they let loose a massive blast of fire that would roast them in their tracks, leaving nothing but a puddle of muddy slush. Meg clapped her paws in excitement.
 
"What if they saw me, Sir?" Hoop asked Arnold as they marched.
"Would it matter? What can they do?" Arnold chuckled happily.
Hoop let out a sigh. It seemed so unfair to have this much of an advantage over the draygons.. they were very pretty, and the hare was very fierce and noble in the eyes.
"LOOKOOOUUUTTTT!!!" snowmen began shouting as they saw draygons flying in the air. The men in front kept straight faces, being the most brave.
"Keep going, men!" Arnold shouted. "You know the drill."
The flames were growing closer every second, inching along with the horror of the snowmen. Arnold had promised them safety, but they were smart enough to understand that they would melt in that heat. The third row of snowmen took the most damage, if you could call it that.
They were knocked over, not harmed in any way. The others either got the courage to continue marching, or stood still, dumbfounded.
"But how!?" on shouted out.
"The hats, men! The hats!" Arnold shouted out to them. Indeed, their slightly stylish Santa hats were heatresistent, and made it possible for them to be safe during any range of temperature.
"Onwaaaard!" Hoop cried, leading the men into battle with a new energy.
 
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