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Post by Leroy on May 19, 2009 22:00:10 GMT -5
Leroy resituated himself on Nate's ear. He brushed against some hair and turned left, then right, trying to figure out which way was the best direction to face. He eventually decided facing forward was best. At least he thought he was facing forward.
<<I don't think stinging will solve anything, Johnny.>> Leroy figured Johnny's comment was rhetorical, but answered it anyway. <<Besides, what if he was allergic? And wouldn't you die after stining someone? Our goal is to get to Africa and back without dieing.>> Leroy wasn't sure if wasps were the same as bees, but he knew a lot of bees died after stinging people.
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Post by Nate on May 22, 2009 21:41:36 GMT -5
Nate wiggled a bit as he walked. "Johnny, quit it! That tickles!" He paused to smile at an old lady who was looking at him strangely. It was generally his response to any time someone looked at him like he was insane. It only helped matters. The thought made him grin again.
He spotted the right gate and quickly hurried towards it, flashing his new ID--Specter provided--and heading through the tunnel towards the plane. When the first flight attendant greeted him, he slowed his walk, attempting to look as casual as possible. Ohh yeah, this was gonna be a breeze. Maybe. He hoped.
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Post by Johnny on May 23, 2009 7:40:55 GMT -5
<<Oh yeah,>> Johnny said with a hint of foolishness in his mental voice. He had forgotten than insects died after stinging. It was just that the impulses were so strong and the wasp felt invulnerable. <<I guess it wouldn't be worth it.>> The disappointment was obvious.
Then, <<What did I do this time, Nate? I haven't moved in like, a minute. Blame Leroy. I bet he's having a fiesta or something over there. Like maybe a Russian dance? I wouldn't put it past that boy.>> Johnny solemly informed Nate. It was then that they were almost at the attendent. Suddenly, the wasp was assaulted by a horrendous odor. Its aggression factor kicked on and he jumped off of Nate. In mid-jump, he buzzed his wings and flew towards the source of the smell. Then it moved. He heard a high scream, the vibrations of it tearing at him. Then he felt something hurtling through the air at him. He dodged it.
More thing began coming at him. The chase was on. And the attendant kept shrieking.
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Post by Leroy on May 23, 2009 14:26:17 GMT -5
<<I'm not doing a dance, Johnny. I'm trying to see something. Anything. But I'm not having much luck. I'll try to sit still though, I guess.>>
Leroy could tell this trip was going to be boring. He couldn't see, couldn't move, and the only person who could really talk to him during the trip was Johnny. That would add a whole new layer to the torture that would be the plane trip. Hours and hours of talking to Johnny...
Leroy heard what he thought was a shriek, but ignored it. It probably didn't concern their group anyway.
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Post by Nate on May 25, 2009 22:12:20 GMT -5
"Oh jeez, Johnny," Nate sighed, watching the wasp fly off, helpless to do much else. If he reacted, it would draw suspicion. He stood at the entrance of the plane, pondering what to do for a moment while the flight attendant waved at the wasp. Then he quickly headed down the aisle in search of his seat.
"Leroy," he whispered, thankful that there were very few people on the plane so far. "Dunno if you can hear me in that morph, but Johnny just took off. Thought speech yell at him to get back here, would ya?"
He shook his head and upon finally spotting his seat, he lugged the two carry-ons he had brought with him up into the storage compartment. Then he sank into the seat, disappointed to find it was an aisle seat instead of the window. He liked the window. But he supposed the aisle was for quick getting up and out if need be. Dang SPECTER.
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Post by Jamilan on May 25, 2009 23:08:58 GMT -5
((OOC: Leroy said I could join this. This is liable to be my only long post in this thread. XD. Enjoy~))
The Andalite muttered under his breath, staring out the windows of the gates he passed by as he walked through the airport in human morph. He wasn’t looking forward to the plane ride, but knew that it was required. He had a sense of duty, and knew that he shouldn’t fail the missions SPECTER assigned him to. It might mean returning to his people in disgrace, even more of a failure than he was before. He wanted to make a name for himself, and return home a proud warrior. This was part of why he had accepted this.
Just what made this Andalite so uncomfortable? Well, as he looked out at the primitive human devices known as planes, he began to feel a sense of unease; he knew the planes would be cramped. His kind was used to the open fields, and didn’t like being in confined spaces. Jamilan had, of course, researched airplanes, and didn’t like what he’d seen. Part of him, though, was quite fascinated with human aviation; if only it was more open, like his beloved fighter that had been burned by those filthy Yeerks...
His goal was to get onto the plane – unfortunately in a window seat – beside a SPECTER Animorph. He didn’t know the identity of this Animorph, and discussion would be limited due to weary ears, but he was certain he’d get the details of the mission afterwards. He was fine with that. What he wasn’t sure of, was if the SPECTER Animorph knew that he wasn’t quite human, and would need to demorph in the plane lavatory when his morph-time hit 1 Earth hour and thirty Earth minutes. He always demorphed at this time, to give himself ample time to hide, so that his Andalite form wouldn’t scare anyone.
This would be difficult in a plane...but Jamilan had a solution: he would speak privately in thought-speech to the SPECTER Animorph, informing him of his situation.
On the way, Jamilan treated himself to some M&Ms. He knew not to indulge, and he tried not to gasp every time he had a savory bite of chocolaty goodness, as the humans called it. He finished off the bag, and threw it into the trash receptacle, then made his way out, with a mental check of the time. He should demorph and remorph before he boarded the plane; if he did so now, he would have ten minutes to get onto the plane. He found a place to do so, in an enclosure behind a shop; a particularly large poster obscured him from view. The Andalite removed his outerwear, revealing his morphing outfit of a skintight white shirt and biker shorts, and focused on his Andalite form.
With the transition complete, he waited a few minutes, breathing through his nose-slits before focusing on his blond-haired human morph, and reassuming it. The morphing clock had been reset to 0.00/2.00. Afterwards, he dressed, and grabbed his bag, then made his way to the waiting area. Ten minutes later, Jamilan presented his SPECTER-provided identification, and his ticket, and headed down the tunnel into the airplane.
As he stepped inside, he noticed how cramped it was, and began to breathe hard. He had flown in space-ships; he was a pilot in hearts and mind, as the humans would say. But this was so much different. He peered into the pilot’s compartment before being urged on. As he was headed to his seat, he heard a scream, but couldn’t quite focus on it right now; he was breathing hard as he found seat, and slid in, situating himself by the window.
He watched as a human youth sat down beside him. Jamilan turned his head to face him, missing his stalk-eyes. “Hello,” he replied. “Do you mind switching with me? I am rather claustrophobic...” He then spoke, in private thought-speech, hoping that the SPECTER agent had been correct. <Andalite.> He began breathing really hard again, feeling like he was suffocating, like the walls were closing in on him. The Andalite in the sandy-haired human morph began to sweat, clenching his human fists, as the walls began to close in on him.
((OOC: If you want a summary of this post because it’s so long, PM me; I don’t know what types of things you guys are used to. XD. Hope you’re not offended. ^_^))
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Post by Leroy on May 25, 2009 23:44:47 GMT -5
Leroy had a hard time understanding what Nate was saying, but was able to get the main meaning behind his words. And that was 'Tell Johnny to get back with the group.' Maybe that shriek he heard did concern them after all. At any rate, relaying Nate's message was something that Leroy could handle.
<<Johnny! Nate says to get back here! Where are you anyway? Also, where am I for that matter?>> Leroy had to consider investing in a small morph with some decent eyes. And ears. Even now he could hear someone talking, but wasn't sure if it was Nate they were talking to. Being a bug was starting to be really annoying.
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Post by Nate on May 26, 2009 0:02:09 GMT -5
Nate looked at the other guy questioningly when he started speaking to him, but then when the word Andalite echoed through his head, thought speech style, he nearly jumped out of his seat in surprise. "Whoa! uh... sure! I like the window better anyway... though... wouldn't the window help with easing claustrophobia? I dunno how that works anyway..."
He quickly stood back up and scooted out of the way. A little quieter then, he added: "Could you do me a favour and... uh... call one of my cohorts? His name's Johnny... he's a wasp right now and he got away from me. I don't know if the message got through to the other guy, due to his... possible lack of hearing."
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Post by Jamilan on May 26, 2009 0:33:51 GMT -5
Jamilan noted his surprise. Warn them next time, he thought to himself. The youth got up, and allowed him to leave the seat. "Whoa! uh...sure! I like the window better anyway... though... wouldn't the window help with easing claustrophobia? I dunno how that works anyway..."
He was grateful the human was willing to allow him the aisle seat. “I prefer the aisle in case I need to run to the restroom,” he replied, unfastening the seat-belt and rising to his feet, “I will not have to require you to leave your seat. And it is good that this worked out.”
As they both got into the aisle, the boy whispered to Jamilan: “Could you do me a favour and... uh... call one of my cohorts? His name's Johnny... he's a wasp right now and he got away from me. I don't know if the message got through to the other guy, due to his... possible lack of hearing.”
“Affirmative,” the Andalite replied, as the boy got into the window seat. He was relieved; this meant, indeed, that the boy was a part of SPECTER. <<Johnny, I assume?>> He directed the thought-speech. <<My name is Jamilan; I am an Andalite. I was hired to work as an Animorph for SPECTER. We ask that you return to us; if you can see me, I am the one waving my arm slowly.>> He held his arm out in the aisle, and slowly signaled to the insect, unsure if he saw. He focused his gaze on the other boy. <<Leroy,>> he said, then repeated his message. <<My name is Jamilan; I am an Andalite, and I was hired for SPECTER just as you were. Your friend in wasp morph flew away from your other companion.>> He realised he didn’t have the boy’s name. <<I have signaled him back.>>
He nodded to the unmorphed Animorph. “What is your name? You may refer to me as Jamil.”
<<My full name is Jamilan-Misheil-Chulain,>> he added in private thought-speech, to the three boys.
((OOC: When I use thought-speech in <<these>>, it's private, and I'll note who I'm saying it to. This is just something I, personally, do. ^_^))
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Post by Johnny on May 26, 2009 5:42:00 GMT -5
Johnny was having a good time. He was (ironically) sitting on a lady's beehive hairdo and was watching the flight attendent and about three other people swinging around, trying to smack him. Of course, he was about five feet away and they would never find him. Then he "heard" Leroy say, <<Johnny! Nate says to get back here! Where are you anyway? Also, where am I for that matter?>>
Johnny reluctantly took off of the lady's immense hair and began buzzing over the crowd to get to the plane. Fortunately, it was large enough that he could clearly see it, even if his eyes did contort averything. He located the open door after trying to (unsuccessfully) fly through the glass windows. He was a few feet away from the door when a strange voice rang out in his mind.
<<AAAAAAHHHHHH!>> he yelled in thought-speak, broadcasting it to everyone on the plane, morph-capable or not. Then the voice began explaining things. Why was there an Andalite on the plane? And how could it morph? It must've been in morph or else he would of sensed a lot of people screaming. And who was this "we"? And how did it know his name? Johnny flew to the ceiling, crawling towards the junction between the wall and ceiling before calling in thought-speak to Leroy, <<Hey, I'm on the plane. And there's a creepy Andalite that keeps talking to me. I think it is stalking me. It even knew my name! Where are you two at?>>
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Post by Leroy on May 26, 2009 21:15:45 GMT -5
If Leroy had eyelids at the moment, he would have been blinking them in surprise. An andalite? he thought to himself. We met an andalite? <<Um... hi. I signaled him to...>> was all Leroy could come up with for a response to Jamilan.
Leroy was surprised that he was able to say even that much since Johnny's thought speech was ringing through his head at the same time. Privately, he responded to Johnny. <<He talked to me too. Apparently SPECTER hired him? It would have been nice if we had known before we were headed off to a different country. Oh, and I think we are next to a window somewhere. Try to find us without getting yourself plastered to a wall.>>
Leroy sat behind Nate's ear, trying to think of all the changes they would have to make to their plans. Leroy had only met one andalite before, so he was still pretty uncomfortable around them. For that reason he didn't want to interact with the alien directly. He decided to ask Nate his question instead. <<Um, Nate? Is this guy supposed to be part of our team now? Because that could throw a big wrench in our already shaky plans when we get to Africa.>>
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Post by Nate on May 26, 2009 21:46:54 GMT -5
Nate sighed in relief when Johnny announced his presence on the plane. "Oh good he hasn't gotten himself killed yet." It was only a matter of time, really. Actually Nate was surprised he hadn't gotten himself killed yet either.
He turned to Jamilian after listening to Leroy's question. "Um, Leroy wants to know if you're a part of our team now? And... also, how much were you briefed about the trip? And... you know... do you have any suggestions on how to deal with the situation we have to deal with? Also, is it not easy being blue?"
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Post by Jamilan on May 27, 2009 2:37:26 GMT -5
((OOC: I hope you don’t mind me writing the reaction of the humans on the plane; it just seemed the most realistic without making a huge disaster. XD. If I misinterpreted anyone’s actions, especially Nate’s, please let me know.))
Jamilan sat as calmly as he could, waiting for the morphed humans to respond. He sat with his arms resting on his legs, sweat dripping down his brow as he felt the walls closing in on him. You are a strong warrior, Jamilan, and a pilot, he thought. You will not be afraid of a simple thing such as this air plane.
<AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!>
Just as he gave himself those feelings of confidence while hearing the other report that he had gotten ahold of his ally, he nearly jumped, as he heard a scream in his head, and so did everyone else on the plane, who started to feel slightly panicked, able to feel his fear for that slight moment, as was the nature of thought-speech. The general feelings wore off quickly, and everything was to normal, for the most part.
"Um, Leroy wants to know if you're a part of our team now?” the unmorphed one asked him; he hadn’t yet given his name, but in the confusion, Jamilan understood. “And...also, how much were you briefed about the trip? And...you know...do you have any suggestions on how to deal with the situation we have to deal with? Also, is it not easy being blue?” The questions, fired off at rapid succession, did not bother Jamilan. A human might have told him to slow down.
For the sake of security, Jamilan responded, in thought-speech, directing it at the human, and the two small creatures that the humans had morphed: <I am indeed a part of this team,> he replied. <SPECTER told me I would be going with you to Africa to fight off poachers. At first I did not know what a poacher was and I knew very little of the nation I was going to, but I am not the kind of person to travel blind, as you humans say; I have researched poachers and the area that we will be in.> He did not want them to worry about him being clueless.
He had already come up with a plan of action, and was quite pleased with it. <For the current situation, I would suggest you keep the insects in close proximity to myself and in our sight but in no-one else’s. I have an internal clock which will allow us to keep track of morphing-time; when one person’s morphing-clock has reached one of your hours and thirty minutes, I will enter the lavatory and that person will demorph, and then reassume his morph-body. The unmorphed one – I don’t believe you gave m your name as I requested – shall guard the bathroom, as I cannot, for emergency reasons, leave it locked.> He paused, to let this sink in, so-to-speak.
Then he reassumed speaking. <After both have reset their morphing-clock, I will demorph. Even though I am not a full-grown Andalite, my full body will not fit in the lavatory, so I will need you to conceal my forequarters in those brief moments I am demorphed.> With that out of the way, Jamilan addressed the final question, <I am not sure I fully understand. Are you referring to my colouration?>
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Post by Nate on May 28, 2009 23:50:09 GMT -5
Nate blinked, staring at Jamilian. "Well. Uh. ...Cool." He glanced down at his own set watch. "Guess the expensive watch I bought with a built in alarm is kinda useless then..." Then he looked back up at the Andalite. "Yep. Your colouration. ...you are blue, right? You guys don't come in other colours like M&Ms or anything... right?"
Just then, Nate's stomach rumbled. "Dang it... I could go for M&Ms right now. When's this plane getting off the ground??" He was already feeling antsy. This long plane ride did not appeal to him for one major reason: He'd have to stay sitting for hours on end. Sitting still. Nooooooo!!
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Post by Johnny on May 29, 2009 15:01:00 GMT -5
<<Oh good. I thought I was just imagining and hearinf things. Okay. Now we know that I'm not completely carzy. That's good.>> Johnny said as he began to steal along the corner towards the back of the plane. That was when he discovered that wasps weren't good for sneaking. He tried to remmber how far back the andalite had been when he waved so Johnny headed in that direction.
When he felt that he was above the trio, he dropped off the seiling and fell on a person's lap. A female's lap. A female who screamed. The vibrations angered the wasp but Johnny quickly jumped up in case he stung the woman and died. He didn't want to die. And he also realized that the lady was not Nate, unless there was something that he didn't know about.
Buzzing below the seat, away from searching eyes and slapping hands, Johnny asked Nate and Leroy where the heck they were. <<Hey you two, where the heck are you? That scream you heard was the lady who I thought was you, Nate. Could you stomp your feet Nate? I'm under the seats.>>
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