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  • #2928
    Jib
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      Aqua Luna was listening to her favorite channeler on the radio. He spoke for Glasnik, a being from another dimension where people were more like translucent snails. She had always loved the way the man came into a trance, he was snorking and sneezing while moving his head up and down, and quickly bouncing between right and left.

      This particular channel was about new crystaline portals. She didn’t understand all that he was saying, she was not very clever her mama had told her so many times. But listening to the message was giving her the sense of being part of some huge secret and she could still quote his words. That part about crystalline portals was giving her creeps, it was hard for her to imagine what would beings from other dimensions look like. Except for a snail, of course.

      “So this is all about mystery and watermelon seeds. (laughs from the audience) Does that help you ?”

      Aqua Luna was even more confused. It was the end of the channel and she couldn’t listen back. She passed her frustration on Cornella’s keyboard, rubbing vigorously between the keys. Indeed, mysteries are countless in this dimension as she inadvertantly found the right password to unlock Cornella’s computer. The machine bipped and she was logged in.

      She was so startled by the sound that she bounced back and fall on her butt. She got up as she could, she was not a sportswoman, rather the contrary. She was ranting in her mother tongue when she realized the screen was different. It looked like a kind of map, with little dots blinking on it.

      #2913
      Jib
      Participant

        The man in vermillion robes was indeed the real Balthazar. Mari Fe had scheduled the portal to bring him from the past earlier, and it was quite annoying it all happened while Ed was in the bathroom.

        What was he doing there anyway ? She hold a gasped back when she realized about his moustache. It really was changing his face and she noticed for the first time how slim his lips were. It was all camouflaged by his waxed moustache before and now, naked in the open. She blushed at the words in her head, she had imagined something else.

        The man in the red robes moaned. She had to take care of the situation before Ed realized what was going on. He was not to know. She didn’t think and took a heavy china cup from her new Ikea poplar shelves, and smashed it on the man’s head.

        “Firmly handled, Chicken”, Ed said, “But why on earth would you do that ?”

        #2907

        Yann was proud of himself, he had answered his first phone call in Chinese.

        When they first arrived at the hotel, it was a wonderful and colorful place, all those reds and warm yellows, with well chosen touches of blue and green. The morning light was illuminating the lobby in a soothing way, it seemed as if it was gently brushing the leather of the armchairs and sofas. He noticed an old cleaning lady carefully sweeping the tiles of the floor one by one.

        “I love this place”, he had told Yurick. “It’s so peaceful, I feel energized.”

        The big smile on his face stayed there even when he first realized noone in the hotel could speak English or French, or even Javanese. Yurick was speaking Chinese after all.
        But Yurick was not always here. He had to go out for a meeting with a certain Lulla for work. And Yann desperately needed to call a taxi. So he plucked up courage and called the hotel management.

        “Ni hao [incomprensible Chinese words] ?”
        Did it really ended with a question mark ? Yann was not sure. “Ni hao”, he said. He was so concerned by the thought of his awful pronunciation that he missed what the person answered.
        “I number 447 (translated from Chinese). I wanting taxi.”
        “[incomprehensible] 47 ?”
        “No. 400, 40, 7.”
        “Ah! 447. You are the French guy. (translated from Chinese)”
        “Yes, French guy. I wanting taxi.”
        “Ok, [incomprehensible]. Ok ?”
        “Ok. Thank you.”

        He hanged up the phone with an artificial sense of trust. That, he had learnt in that country was primordial. You launched your rocket of desire to the universe and trust that it would all end up as you desired. With that philosophy you better be clear with what you wanted.

        #2896
        ÉricÉric
        Keymaster

          While her Western colleagues were busy chasing illegal time travellers in Spain, Katarina was busy overseeing the light flux changes at an Ukrainian old pyramid site.
          She’d read about the snow on the Gizeh site, and was quick to make the link between this pyramid and hers. In fact, the land had been under a spell of high temperatures and draught, unusual for winter. Intense continuous aurora activity was even spotted further north, sometimes lasting during the pale daylight.
          She wondered if this was localized or could have affected other parts of the pyramid network.
          She’d tried without success to contact Elza, her Middle East colleague, but she seemed to have disappeared without a trace… Not only was she unreachable on her com devices, but worse, her location chip was deactivated.
          Never mind those stupid techs, Katarina had the resources of a long lineage of shamanic priests running in her blood — finding a missing person shouldn’t be more difficult than doing some soul bits retrieval. Unless… Elza was deliberately hiding from the Team…

          #2895
          ÉricÉric
          Keymaster

            “Glo, ‘tis me or the story site is very very slow to load a new page today?”
            “Bugger if I know Sha! I s’pose it ain’t nothing to do with the rodents chewing cables in the cellar, init’?”

            :fleuron:

            In Langley’s most underground basements, the Department of Future Boons Investigations had diverted a significant amount of processing power towards a little known website that they had found held distinctive quantum resonance towards the actualization of future events.
            In short, they believed its random nonsense held key to future events. However the level of encryption had baffled even the most expert specialists.
            “Major! We had a breakthrough!” Johnny Ingrish passed his head into the smokey office.
            The Major didn’t like to be disturbed during his morning nap, but this was important. Indeed, a word too strange to be random had appeared a few times:
            Tartessos – Event probability: 103%
            103% ! Even the computers couldn’t think straight about it… It had to mean something.

            #2873

            In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

            Jib
            Participant

              Tina was working in a very unknown departement at the online payment company. Part of her job was to make sure the information provided by the customers were genuine and she only had to validate the payments in a mouse click.

              That day however, she was feeling a bit mischievous and when she realized her mouse wasn’t functionning correctly, instead of asking for a new mouse, she continued with it a bit. At first it had been random transactions and she found it quite boring. But when one person was persistant enough to go again through the pain-in-the-ash process of paying online, she felt a tingly feeling in her chest. She clicked with her dysfunctionning mouse and invalidated the transaction again.

              Several minutes later, she realized it was the same person again. Apparently a French guy. God, she hated France ! They eat frogs, frogod sake!
              He was using another website to make his transaction. Obviously not knowing that all the payments were coming through the scrutiny of that secret service departement. She exulted and clicked again. She was so excited that her colleagues looked at her suspiciously when she made that hysterical laugh of hers.

              Click! Click! Click!

              She had even been hesitating to have a break lest he would present his transaction again and would pass through her vigilance.

              “Tina ?”

              Her boss! A moment of inattention and it was over! She felt a surge of disappointment flooding her when she realize the transaction had been taken by another of her colleagues… and validated.

              #2861

              In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

              ÉricÉric
              Keymaster

                “Feels a bit empty now, doesn’t it? A bit of bloody hoarding wasn’t all that bad after all,” Elizabeth now mused amused, while her newly acquired pet lemur was massaging her cheeks with velvety paws.
                swat
                All had been oddly strange lately. She’d even felt in the mood for some sweeping,… not to mention managing to remind something to her editor.
                swat
                That was a first, as memory matters had usually been all shades of grey for her.
                swat SWAT!
                What next she would create, she wondered.

                The drowsy lemur voiced a shriek of panicked anguish when she abruptly left her armchair.
                “Oh, you bloody shush now, don’t get all bossy on me just because I forgot where I put my bloody satisfied-or-your-money-back coupon.”
                Malicious as it were, the lemur had been for a purpose, and was quite good at it. Fly swatting. She wasn’t getting a refund on the rascal, dead flies were piling around, almost blocking the door, and that was a sight she reveled in.

                #2859

                In reply to: scattered grasps

                F LoveF Love
                Participant

                  “Uh Oh Godfrey, now we’re in trouble, there’s a typhoon in the random daily quote! We really must improve the weather before all hell breaks loose!”

                  But Godfrey’s mind was on other matters and he wasn’t paying attention to Elizabeth.

                  “GODFREY!!” she shouted “This is serious! Pay attention, do!”

                  “I really must say, Liz,” Godfrey shuffled the papers he was reading into a neat pile, “That when it’s too elaborate, it’s too weirdo, and when it’s pure delirium, it’s increasingly rubbish.”

                  #2854

                  In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                  TracyTracy
                  Participant

                    Elizabeth gasped in horror. She shrank back, making the sign of the crossed feathers. “Organiser?”

                    #2853

                    In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                    ÉricÉric
                    Keymaster

                      “You know, I think they got a name for your condition” Franlise said while throwing another piece of rotten furniture and a dusty half-plucked stuffed pheasant from the window.
                      “Oh no!” Elizabeth was crestfallen “not my favourite plucked pheasant, let’s at least keep this! A perfectly functioning piece that one, Lewis Someteenth, French expensive furniture dammit!”
                      “You’re a bloody compulsive hoarder, that’s what you are!” Franlise said authoritatively. “Now, move along, let me do my job.”
                      “Your job? And what are you now?”
                      “A professional organiser, of course.”

                      #1295

                      In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                      ÉricÉric
                      Keymaster

                        “Guess it was about bloody time I got back here” Franlise said, her feather duster firmly clutched in her left hand.
                        The matronly black woman started dusting vigourously, sending myriads of half-written papers flying in the air.
                        “My draaafts!” Elizabeth shriek was lost in the gusts of winds.

                        “Bugger, bugger, bugger” the impromptu cleaning lady started to enunciate in a most perfect Queen’s English. “Nothing like some good buggery bugger to start the day and clear the lungs. And many a little makes a damn buggery mickle, isn’t that right darling?”. She said, striking a pilates pose in between the cleaning.

                        Elizabeth stood aghast, not knowing what to say but a meek “Didn’t I fire you?” to which Franlise knew better than to answer with nought but a smile.
                        Drawing a sharp letter opener from behind her back, she nimbly leaned toward Elizabeth, with all her white teeth glowing in the dark apartment where even the aspidistras had long gone dried up and wrinkled, their pots now no more than mere ashtrays.

                        “Well, now, what shall we do about all that spider cobwebs you’ve got yourself wrapped in…”

                        #1294

                        In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                        TracyTracy
                        Participant

                          There didn’t seem to be enough hours in the non sequential moments to sort the appalling lack of continuity out. Elizabeth could sense the invisible threads of white ink all around her, but rather than conveniently accessing their continuity enhancing properties she felt trapped inside them, unable to move.

                          #1511

                          In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                          benjaminbenjamin
                          Participant

                            “All systems normal. Destination successful: Earth, year 2012, timeline- unknown” chirped an automated voice.

                            “Ah, Earth! I’m home, at last.” said Tal, as he tinkered with a switch here, and a switch there on the command console in his lap. The console was blue in color, and resembled one of the Earth I pads, though slightly larger in design, and obviously not the same device.

                            “My journey has been fruitful, as I have come home with riches all the kings of Babylon would envy.” The riches Tal spoke of consisted of three small purple flowers from a dying planet, and one very large-gold wrist watch that he obtained from a fellow space traveler.

                            The wrist watch, as if realizing Tals’ thoughts, adjusted to its new earthly habitat.

                            #1519

                            In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                            TracyTracy
                            Participant

                              “Luigi, collecting his thoughts as the calamity was now over, realized that the the scooter seemed uninjured. Luigi smiled. Just then, off in the distance, was a loud hroooooming noise, and Luigi turned toward the odd event. He pondered if it was Tal,and his light ship, back from his interstellar journey to the unknown dimension of Pk301B.”

                              #1929

                              In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                              TracyTracy
                              Participant

                                “The interesting thing about the Godfrey2012 meme” Elizabeth said, “is that it seems to have completely backfired. In much the same way that your cunning plan to try and corral me into continuity by being unravellingly discontinuous failed.”

                                “Pass the peanuts” sighed Godfrey. “What are they saying now?”

                                “Well, what happened next, notwithstanding real, perceived, imagined, distorted or merely misinformed sequence, what appeared to happen next was that the plan completely backfired, although one does have to wonder if anything backfired when it appears to have worked out perfectly”

                                #2092

                                In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                                ÉricÉric
                                Keymaster

                                  “Now what? T-R-E-X ? To be serious?…” Eliza was patronizing again. “What’s a Trex, by all means? That’s not even in the dictionary, I’m sure!”
                                  “As if you’d started to care” Flinella rolled her eyes, while at the same time managing to discreetly wink in passing at the little reptile whose tail was wrapped around her neck as though it were the latest fashion. “By the way, it spells T-Rex, you dimwit.”
                                  “Well, good for you sweetie, it only scores a measly 21 points.” Eliza bit her lip ignoring the offending remark. Then hit by a sudden realisation, she stopped dead in her tracks, all thoughts of vexation lost in the current wave of thought.
                                  “Wow, I’d never thought of that, but just imagine the size of those dinos’ fleas … Makes me shudder at the thought of it.”

                                  #2157

                                  In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                                  TracyTracy
                                  Participant

                                    “oooh, er!” replied Eliza, admiring his impish grin. Suddenly realizing she was in the wrong thread, she made a hasty retreat.

                                    #2164

                                    In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                                    TracyTracy
                                    Participant

                                      Doctor whoo? asked Eliza.

                                      #2172

                                      In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                                      F LoveF Love
                                      Participant

                                        “Silence,” commanded a loud voice. “Speak not of the Kraken, or indeed any other matters you do not understand.”

                                        “Well, that covers most things” muttered Flinella.

                                        “Why the bloody hell not?” Eliza was indignant. There was nothing she liked better than to discuss things she knew little about.

                                        The island groaned and rumbled and slowly began to move.

                                        #2751

                                        In reply to: Tales of Tw’Elves

                                        TracyTracy
                                        Participant

                                          “It’s mother earth crying because humans are destroying the planet” ventured Kerry. “And before you ask, I don’t know how I got here. I was doing the remote view practice, and I got a direct hit, it was a picture of a kraken. Then I heard this rumbling noise in my head, and well, here I am…”

                                          “Well you’re all wrong” said the guy with the blonde hair. “It’s the Galactic Federation of Light, and they’ve come to arrest all the criminals that are preventing the shift.”

                                          Flinella slipped behind Eliza, surruptitiously looking to see where she could hide. What did he mean by criminals?

                                          “What do you mean by criminals, my good man?” asked Eliza, sensing Flinella’s alarm.

                                          “He means anarchists and protesters” said the politician.

                                          “No he doesn’t, he means big pharma” interjected Kerry.

                                          “Where the bloody hell did all these people come from?” Flinella looked around wildly, and then “Oh now really this is too much!”

                                          The grey squishy guy just laughed, his thin shoulders jumping up and down with mirth.

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