The Birth of Batty Buddy

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



I never got a chance to put my origin story on the JMMB, so I thought I'd put it here(Before I get back to my Spaz stories.).

Those of you who know me know my type of twisted humor, so your prewarned: It's going to get nutty.



The Birth of Batty Buddy.

Prologe-lite: not as funny, but better for you.



Time: Shortly after Jazz rescued Eva in Jazz 1. They've now been dating for quite a bit, and Eva has just met Spaz, and is currently getting used to him.



"Could you tell me why we're doing this again, boss?"

"Simple, these things are moderatly inteligent, extreamly aerobatic, and- most importantly- they are common enough to be expendable." An evil cackle echoed around the dungeon of Carrotus Castle. "Not only that, but these dumb bunnies'll never be expecting an attack in their own castle by a bunch of creatures they previously took no notice of. Now hurry up and turn that thing on- sooner we bag all these flying furballs, the sooner we can leave."



Who are these two, and what creatures are they talking about? I sure don't know- why are you asking me?

To Batty B. continued...



_________________

"I seem to be the vary personafication of the rage to live- hit me, dunk me, insult me, I'll still hang in there.



-I wonder why."

-Howard the Duck



"Bat be Nimble." "Sloth be Quick."

"-They be in the same old schtick."

-Mat, Snooze, and Weasle

Snooze and Mat



(RIP William Hanna)

[Wild Angel]

YAY!!! HII BATTY!!!! WELCOMMMEEE!!

Hehehheh, hiya Batty! We even opened a topic about ya because we didn't notice you joining the JCF, so we thought you didin't know about it!



Oh well, i'll shut up and give you my profile.





Profile



Name: Wild Angel



Age: 17



Looks: Black fur and wavy black hair from in between her ears (like Lori) and Aqua blue eyes



Skills: Runner, sword fighter, climber, and I am extrememly good at using walls to get around. *Just read my story and you will understand wot I mean*



Powers: I have a power to heal with conencentration, but it drains my energy and nearly kills me.



Goodies: A wand that I can morph myself using, I can use spells, enchantments, and I can morph it into a sword and a dagger. I can heal people and kill people with it, but it depends which side you are on, mine or ta' bad one. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif A sword with a platinum blade and a gold hilt and a hunting knife with a dragon with it's wings spred and a emerald in its mouth as the hilt.



Hitory/Heritage: My mum and dad were killed. Dead. She tried to protect me, and he tried to protect her and me. Sisters, I have none, and brothers, GB, but that is up to him. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif



Personality: Nice mainly. I am real strong in heart, if you understand wot I mean by that. I love all living creatures besides the turtles which captured me as a baby and trained me for 17 years. I am good in combat against them, since I know their weaknesses and strengths. I am great with a sword, except I am better with mine! I am serious when needed, for self-explanitory reasons.

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



Well, I wasn't planning on taking others, but I can squeeze a cameo if you want.- One question: Any knowledge on who killed your parents?

[JJ BBoy KS]

Yay! He's back at the War Tavern writing the craziest stories ever! If you're taking joiners, I'll be in. If not, well then I'm just going to go into the corner and cry. Just kidding. But anyways, use me if you want. I don't care:





Looks: Okay, I'm a male blue rabbit, with one floppy ear, I wear a Brown Trench coat, and have a black dog tag which has my name on it.



Weapon: White electrical sword



Skills: Everything http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_razz.gif I'm a skilled runner, swimmer, climber, fighter, jumper, etc. etc.



Powers: Can make my hands start flaming, and then suddenly shoot out a ball of flame at someone/something. (Basicly a fireball).



Also can do a super stomp with his foot, knocking everyone else off their feet.



Favorite Food: Pizza



Mom and Dad: Dead

http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_mad.gif



Brothers and/or Sisters: none



Magic: none



Other: I'm kind of a wanna-be funny guy. (Bad jokes and stuff) (If you can make me that way in your story. Otherwise, forget it. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_wink.gif) But I'm serious when needed of coarse.

[Wild Angel]

When I was a baby, Devan Shell killed my father when he tried to protect my mother, and my mother got killed trying to protect me, and then Devan took me, and raised me as a soldier. I ran away and I am where I am now.

[ElectroPiZZa]

Heya.

[Wild Angel]

Hi there.

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



Chapter 1:

The fate of Die Fladermause



"Thats the last of them, boss." Said Devans lizard sidekick(By now, you must know,

I like Devan's lizard sidekick. If only he were on our side... ah well, maybe in another story.) ”Excellent. Now lets get ready with the mind control device…” Devan said. “Those rabbits’ll never know what hit them.

Meanwhile, At a local expencive resteraunt with a french name that I can’t pronounce:

“Eva… I’m not really good at this sorta thing…” Jazz said nervously. “But truth be told- being an interplanetory Super hero and all- I’ve met a whole lot of women over the years… but… none as breathtaking wonderful as you… What I’m trying to say is…>gulp< Willyoumarryme????”

“Bravo!!” said somebody washing his hands in the sink next to him. “She’s sure to go for THAT! Just make sure not to make that last sentence run together like that.” Sighing, Jazz finnished his talk with the bathroom mirror, and prepaired to face the real thing.

Anyway, back to Devans lab.

“There! That should be enough of a shot to mesmorize those rats with wings.”

However, just as Devan was opening the door to let the bats go about

their brainwashed task, He heard a weird squeeking noise...

One of the bats was in a corner of the cage. This bat, however, did not

look quite like the others- possably due to a genetic defect. Unlike

his fellows, who had dark purple fur- perfect as camoflaush, this one's

fur was a light brown, and glowing blood-red eyes, like the kind found on albinos.

He also look rather young, due to his short, blunt

fangs, and small size. He, appairently, had NOT been paying attention

to the brainwashing process, due to a large big screen TV that someone had

left far too close to the cage. The little bat had reached his wing through

the bars and accedentally push a button on the remote, turning it to (What else)

a Bugs Bunny cartoon. Not only that, but the bat seemed to understand the jokes,

and was making short little squeeking noises that resembled laughter.

"What the heck is THAT thing doing on. Turn it off! NOW!" Devan shouted. Looking up at the sound of the shouts, the little bat finaly took notice of his surroundings. With a fightened squeek, he tried to make a dash for the open door.

At the same time, a Swartzenguard made a dash for the bat. “Got ‘im, Mr. Shell.” The bats struggles were to no avail. The swartzenguard, having muscles on top of muscles, was just too strong for him. “Ya wanna try again with that mind control device?” Devan thought for a bit. “Nah! It’s gonna take at least a day to charge up the machine, and anyway, It’s not really savy to use it on only 1 single bat.” He said finally. “Besides, these things work in colonies- like ants and bees; one of them more or less doesn’t really matter.” Walking closer to the still shivering bat he added. “Besides, he might just make a good lab animal…”



Will I ever live through this story to tell about it? Will Jazz get his act together to pop Eva the ultimate question ANY male can pop a female? If he does, will she say ‘yes’? Are these retorical questions, as you already know full well that I’m alive and Jazz and Eva are happily married?

[Violet CLM]

Very rhetorical. *Tries to figure out which wedding this is the prelude to.* Oh, and Spiffylar, Niftular, Singular.

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



Oh, and JJ Bboy KS, I ask YOU the same parent question.

[*BlackSheep]

Oooh, isn't he cuuuute? Coochichicoo-ow!!!

[Kaz]

heh, another story, many laughs with you Batty

[Ducky]

Aha. Ahem. Lol. *cough cough*

Yes, intriguing, will you please hurry up and post MORE? I am not in a mood to reply today so you have been honored..

`Ducky

[Wild Angel]

*coughs*

[-~Blizzard*~-]

Dude, stop saying 'Que Passa or "My Man"' cause its annoying, and its kinda getting stupid

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



I've never said My Man, and 'Que Passa!!!!' is my catch phrase. One or two people have asked me to get rid of it, but on the whole, it's a friendly greeting. I didn't give it up for them then, and I'm certainly not going to give it up now. Just ignore it if you don't like it.



Anyway, on with chapter 2:

Chiropetera mishaptera (It's a short one, but don't worry. The next will be longer.)



The bat was still struggling against the grip of the swartzenguard when all of a sudden, he found himself being thrown into a cage, hitting the bars on the back, and injuring his wing. "Don't worry, little guy. It may be lousy living arangements, but then none of the boss's lab animals lasts more then a week anyway. HAW HAW!"

Closeing the padlocked door with a clang, he marched out the door, back to his boss.

Padlock? Wait a sec... Bats had astounding hearing. If one could get his mind to it, he could possably unlock it. The bat tried turning the dial with his good wing. He heard a slight bairly noticable click... It was working...

Meanwhile:

"Oh, There you are, Jazz. Your food was getting kinda cold."

"Um... Yah, thanks for waiting... Eva? Can I ask you a favor?"

"Sure thing, what?"

">Gulp< Well, Being an interplanetary superhero... I've met a lot of people... but, um... none of them as wonderful as... you..." "Oh, Jazz, thats so sweet of you..."

"Yeah, well, I was wondering..." The green bunny with cold feet got into the traditional, on one knee proposing postion. "...Will... Willyoumarryme?"

"What did you say? Didn't quite get that last part: sounded run together."

"Willyoumarryme?" "Slow down."

Jazz pulled out a jar of tranquilisers out of his pocket and gulped one down. "Ok,... One more time..." he panted. "Will... Will you... Mmmmma... Ma-arry me?" "Wha... Marry you?" Eva's eyes lite up "JAZZ! This is WONDERFUL! Of course I will."

>Thunk< "Jazz? You alright?"

With a squeek of delight, the bat pushed the door to the cage open. He was free. Now all he needed to do was escape...

Looking over in the corner, he saw a long rope hanging over the side. Grabbing the rope and starting to scale, the bat looked down to see how far up he was.

Directly underneath the wire was a vat the size of a wastepaper basket, and filled with some kind of foul-smelling liquid. He decided to take a less dangerous path and tried to climb back up.

All of a sudden, the rope snapped, and he was in free fall.

The bat tried to fly, but with his hurt wing, all he could do was flail a bit, before falling into the vat.



To be continued...



And Wild Angel, If that cough means what I think it means, just be patiant- you and Bboy's times will come /\http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_smile.gif/\



_________________

"I seem to be the vary personafication of the rage to live- hit me, dunk me, insult me, I'll still hang in there.



-I wonder why."

-Howard the Duck



(RIP William Hanna)

[Kaz]

Another chappie! A good one too (the next one had better me longer).



<I personally believe Que Pasa was a cool catch fraze>

[JJ BBoy KS]

It just wouldn't be Batty without the "Que Passa!!!!" Bliz. Well, I haven't yet decided how my parents died... Just say they died in an avalanch, when @ the mountains long ago on their anniversery.

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



Here's quite possably, the longest chapter I've ever written. It's also the first I've ever dedicated to anyone.



Dedicated to the memory of All toons created, but never used.

Gone, Forgotten, but still missed.



Chapter 2:

From Animal to Animation



"Looks like a hopeless one to me."

"Nobody asked you, George."

"Grog no like small bat."

"Look, will you guys just bug off for a second, I think I need a couple of minutes alone with this guy."

>HACK< >COUGH< The bat found himself back in the lab animal room, but fortunatly, OUTSIDE the vat

he had fallen into. "Wh-wha happened... Am I dead? Wait a second- why am I speaking English? Where AM I?"

"Your not dead, obviously." said a voice behind him. "As for what happened, well, it may take a bit

more of an explanation." The bat turned and behind him, he saw what appeared to be a large, female, mouse,

with red hair in a pony tail, wearing a tie-dye tank top, and smoking a cigar. "Who are YOU?" "Ask a

lotta questions, don't ya kid?" said the mouse, knocking the ash off the end of her cigar. She

outstreached one of her paws to shake. "Just consider me kinda a guardian angel. You just underwent

a trancendance that would be enough to make ANYONE ask questions." The bat took the paw into his wing

reluctantly. "Transendence? What do you mean by transendence?" "Heh... Looked in a mirror lately?"

The bat then for the first time, looked down at himself. He didn't really see too many thinks that

looked out of the ordinary, but his fur color was a bit brighter. Also, he seemed to have a slight,

black, outline surrounding his body. Still, despite the fact that he didn't feel too different, he

still had a sence that something really weird had happened. "Somethings... different about me, just

can't figure it out..." he said under his breath.

"Maybe this will help speed up the realisation process..." said the mouse with a snicker. "Al, I beleve

kinda thing is YOUR fortay?".

Suddenly, the bat felt a sudden burst of searing pain on the back of his head. "OUCH!!! HEY YOU

MORON! WHAT'D YOU DO THAT..." His rant stopped abruptly when he saw that the mouse had a steel metal

baseball bat in her hand. The blow should have killed him, but it apeared by the large dent in the

bat that HE had done more damage to IT then IT did to HIM.

The mouse looked at the shape of the dent in the bat(The steel one. NOT the living one.) and

whistled. "Not bad." she said. "Are you sure that's the first time you've ever been konked with one

of these?" "But... Why... How..." "Oh, yeah." the mouse said. She threw the bat away carelessly

and continued. "I remember: I owe you an explanation. Well... to give it to you straight- your a toon."

"A what?" Suddenly the mouse's eyes glazed over and she spoke in an entirely different sounding voice,

"See. What did I tell you. He's obviously not worth our time." She shook her head and her eyes went

back into focus. "Look, I said stay in line, or I'm going straight to an exorcist. I mean it!"

Turning her attention back to the bewildered bat she said. "Anyway, Like I said: Your a toon. All

that's currently holding you together is Ink Paint, a little imagination, and your personality."

The bat took another closer look at himself. Actually, now a lot of stuff was different about

him. He now had two toes on each foot, and the thin outline around him looked a little thicker.

"Your lucky you didn't wake up a few seconds sooner. You were just a bunch of shapes; triangle

wings, sphere for a head, arches for ears- You looked like a Ed Emberly drawing." "But how?"

"Give your thanks to this Devan Shell charictor." said the mouse, walking over to the vat and patting

it. "This little failed science fair project of his did the whole trick. To tell you the truth,

we don't get many normal animals turning into toons very often. But if we didn't, well, I wouldn't

have a job." Her eyes glazed over again. "Grog no NEED job. Grog need finansial compensation. Then

Grob blow popsical stand." She shook her head again and added "Sorry about that, Grog tends to get

a little angry at times."

"Who's Grog?" asked the bat, with a weird look on his face. "Long story." said the mouse. "It's my claim to fame:

I'm a channeler. Got more past lives in me then Shirly McLane. Everyone from Emily ****inson, to Vlaad the impailer. And of course, Cleopatra, but then everybody's been Cleopatra at one point or another... I guess you could say I'm a haunted mouse."

"Ouch..." Groaned the bat. "Tell me about it. It was supposed to land me a job working the Saterday Morning

timeslot... But my bosses didn't think a mouse with Multiple Personality Disorder was funny, so I was forced

into getting this job. Still have my hopes though. Anyway, Grog CLAIMES he's the guy who invented the

WHEEL... If you can beleave THAT..." "GROG NOT CLAIM DUMB MOUSE GIRL! GROG INVENT." she said banging her fist on the

ground. "Yeah. Sure, pal. Anyway, with the constant use of wheels in modern sociaty, Grog wants a big fat

check for the constant use of his idea." "Grog's ship came in... And Grog not even alive when ship invented."

"Oh, By the way, My real name is Kate. Well, Basket Kate... It's kind of a bad pun that nobody gets."

"May I ask just one more question?" "You just did. But you can ask another one if you want." "Well, I'm

kinda interested in getting myself outta here now and getting back to my coloney..." "Hey got news for you pal,

You now have a better chance at it then you did before." "How?" "Well, for one thing, let get a few ground rules

down..."

Meanwhile... At Jazz's rabbit hole.

"Hey bro, Wakey wakey. We're at Grandma's."

"Huh, Spaz... What happened... Did I make it through the date? Am I still on good terms with her at least?"

"Good terms? Try engagement terms." said the red rabbit with a chuckle. "You wouldn't beleave that smile on

Evas face. You'd have thought she won the lotto or something. She didn't even mention why she had to carry you

back home." >THUNK< "Ah, comeon bro. Don't start this again." Spaz brought his brother back to his feet.

"Ok... I can do this..." Jazz said paceing back and forth. "You still got the ring?" "Come on, Bro. I'm not going

ta lose anything THIS big..." Spaz said confidently, pulling a rock the size of his head out of his pocket.

This was one of the famous Diamonus gems Jazz had retreaved from Diamonus on his quest to rescue Eva.

He had sold most of his treasures to pay to cover traveling costs, but this one, the biggest he had found, he

kept for later. After he finally decided to ask Eva to marry him, he had it fitted for a possible wedding ring but still.

kept it secret as a surprize.

"Good. Make sure that ring stays safe. I'm counting on you, Spaz." “Aye aye, Mon Cap-e-tain!” Spaz saluted “Ze ring iz, how you say, Safe wiz moi.” Holding the gem at arms length as if it were the crown jewels, Spaz marched towards his room.

Jazz chuckled. 'Sometimes I wonder how he can still crack jokes when I'm about to just plain crack.' he thought to himself, as he started searching the teliphone book under 'Tuxes, Cheap'.

Meanwhile, In Devan's Lab:

The bat looked at his new duds in a small mirror. As kind of a birthday gift, Kate had given him a pair

of cool looking shades, and something that she called 'a bag of many things'. The bat thought it looked more like an orange backpack. “Looking sharp, kid.” Said Kate. “Now lets give ya a test run.” She pulled out a large alarm clock.

“What’s that for?” asked Batty. “Oh, just to signal a test subject or two.”

The alarm clock went off with a loud ringing noise. “HEY! TURN THAT THING OFF BEFORE SOMEBODY COMES!!” “That’s the point, kid…”

Meanwhile, just outside, a black rabbit with wavy black hair was stalking around the lab. Having been through the lab endless times before, she was used to going through unnoticed. All of a sudden, a loud noise, like an alarm shot out of a room just a few feet in front of her. The sounds of a bunch of solders coming to investigate was heard coming up behind her, and she was a little curious herself… What was going on with that noise?



Who is this mysterious rabbit, and why is she prowling Devans Lab? Will I servive my first encounter with a bunch of gaurds with my new form? How is Spaz able to crack jokes when Jazz is about to just plain crack? Just how many past lives does this crazy mouse girl have?





To Be Continued…



By the way, as with all my other charictors, Basket Kate is up for grabs for anyone who wants her. You can even give her all the extra personalities you want.





_________________

"I seem to be the vary personafication of the rage to live- hit me, dunk me, insult me, I'll still hang in there.



-I wonder why."

-Howard the Duck



(RIP William Hanna)

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



By the way, Kate is named after a freind of mine(I asked her if I could use it and she said it was OK.). The more I'm thinking of this charictor, the better I like her.



By the way, Wild Angel, If you missed the last statement, your in now. /\http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif/\

[Ducky]

Basket Kate, I like that http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gif

Anyway, do continue, pleaseee.

Ahem.

Now???

`Ducky

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



Here we go again...



Chapter 5:

Crouching Batty, Hidden Anvil



"Nice monkey... Good monkey... Give me the nice shiny clocky..." As a last ditch attempt to prevent her student from skipping out of his lesson, Kate had let Mou Mou- A monkey trained for combat by the army- to take control of her body. Mou Mou had instantly climbed to the top of the cages, and was screaching loudly. "Come on, Mou Mou. Just give me the clock and nobody- like myself for example- gets hurt." Mou Mou responded by grabbing a small tube of fish food, and flinging it at the bat, who shot up in the air to avoid it. "HA! Missed me." Mou Mou threw the clock. It hit the bat on his nose, and boomeranged back to her. The bat landed in a crumpled heap, wondering what he ever did to deserve this.

Wild Angel couldn't beleve what she saw: A small bat wearing a backpack and sunglasses, who was screeching at what looked like a mouse in a tye-dye tanktop, holding an alarm clock- which at least explained the alarming sound. Wild was about to investigate the situation, when suddenly she heard the sound of approaching guards, reminding her where she was. She mentally kicked herself for getting sidetracked- she had to find the blueprints to the rumored time machine Devan was secretly inventing… Still, the bat and the mouse seemed like something to keep her eye on.

Kate took over from Mou Mou, and finally turned the alarm clock off. “There! THAT should have turned a few heads. Nice work, Mou Mou.” She said to her other self. “What is the point of getting every guard in the vacinity to come here?” the bat said nervously. “I think it should be obvious: YOUR going to FIGHT them.” “Oh no- Did you see some of the muscles on those guys? I’m definatly not picking any fights with mongoloids with necks thicker then concrete.”

"Well, it looks like you HAVE to, because here comes lesson number 1- and BOY does he look MAD!" the bat turned and met eye to eye with a swartzenguard... IN FACT the same swartzenguard who threw him into the cage in the first place.

With an earsplitting scream that seemed far too loud for a creature as small as he was, the bat took off running, chased shortly by the swartzenguard. "KID: USE YOUR BACKPACK!" the bat took off his backpack and started swinging it around his head like an Olympic hammer. "Good joke kid, but what I mean is look inside it." The bat opened his backpack, and looked inside. There appeared to be nothing inside, but accourding to Kates teachings, what you see isn't always what you get with toon powers. He dove his wing inside, and felt like he had stuck it into a vortex. Suddenly, he felt something solid, and pulled it out.

It looked kinda like a crossbow, only instead of an arrow. it had an anvil stuck on. Mostly out of reflex, he closed his eyes, and pulled the trigger.

The swartzenguard didn’t know what hit him- Liturally: one minute he was advacing on a pitiful bat, the next minute, he had been knocked out of his own shell by an anvil to the head at 15 miles per hour. Then he hit the back wall, and found himself in La-La land (NO that’s NOT where the tellitubbies live, ya big stupy.)

After opening his eyes, the bat saw Basket Kate examining the shellless K.O.ed swartzenguard- his empty shell lying 5 feet away. “Geeze, If I hadn’t been made your gaurdian angel, I would have swarn you were a real toon- not just a convertion. You might even have the makings of the next Jerry Mouse.” “Who?” “Oh, yeah, forgot- you haven’t ever seen him work. Well nevermind, it’s a compliment.” She picked up the empty shell and handed it to him. “Not only that, you get a free suvinier.” The bat took the shell, and put it in his backpack. Then he started for the door. “Ya know…” he said. “It seems like there should be MORE guards around here then just that one…”

“Waitasecond.” Kate suddenly looked serious, and ran at her student. “KID! WAIT! DON’T GO OUT THAT…”

“Duh… GOTYA!” the bat suddenly found himself in the clutches of a large Doofyguard.

“Looky here! He’s got company.” Said a lizard, grabbing Kate as she skidded out of the room.

Wild Angel saw the Swarzenguard go in, but not come out. Instead, the bat and mouse left, but the guards waiting an ambush had successfully captured them. She had to get her priorities straight, the blueprints of the time machine were NOT worth the lives of two innocents…

To be continued.

[Coppertop]

http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_lol.gif Can I join?



Name: Coppertop, but in stories ppl call me Copper.



Appearance: I'm tall, slim and grey, with darker eartips and deep green eyes. I wear a dull green shirt and hooded cape, brown pants and calf-high black boots that are rather scuffed. I have a quiver of hawk-fletched arrows on my back, and a sword at my hip.



Personality: I'm extremely suspicious, and I get annoyed and angry quite easily. I don't make friends easily, but I'm very loyal once I do. I'm jumpy, and as I'm a mercenary I don't have any qualms about killing. However, I have a strong sense of justice and won't attack anyone who I don't think deserves it, and I won't hire out to turtles as they killed my family. I won't stand insults from anyone but my closest friends, and anyone who says anything that I can construe as one won't live to see the dawn.



Weapons: My bow Trueflight, which I very rarely use, and my sword Shale. Shale has a mirrored blade, razor sharp, that doesn't get dulled easily and won't break. The hilt is jet-black and shaped as a dragon, the wings forming the crosshilt, the head stretching out onto the blade, and the tail wrapping around the handgrip. There's a deep green jewel on the pommel that matches my eyes, and it can make me invisible for a short time if I touch it. It also has limited healing powers.



Skills: Sword-fighting, tracking, camoflage, shadow-walking (that is, slipping through the shadows without being detected), piloting and riding. I'm a dead shot with almost anything.



"Items": My crystal key, which can open any lock and hangs on a fine silver chain around my neck, my ugly grey warhorse Ironheart, who is trained to obey only me (and my every command) and to kill on command, and my largish black warship, the Assassin which is heavily armed with heat seekers, torpedoes and lasers and has the legend on the side in blazing white. Also my carved bone flute, which I occasionaly play.



Quote: "Give no mercy, ask for none."



Warcry: Yaylaho



OK, think that's all! (Pleez, pleez, pleeeeezzz let me join, it's such a good *funny* storie!)

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



Well... I dunno, I'll see if I can get you in, nonetheless, Copper.

[Coppertop]

Thank you, the story, it roOlz. . . !

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



I just wanted to apoligise: I lost my train of thought in this story last monday, when you-know-what happened(I posted what it was in the misc. forum.). I intend to continue this story very soon.



Once again, Sorry.

[Me]

I LOVE this story!

[Nobara]

Do continue! (Yes, I am Wild Angel)



And join mah story! http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_wink.gif

[Coppertop]

Yah, continue

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



Watch, out... Cause here I come,

It's been a while, but I'm back in style, so

If, You... Feel like some fun,

Read this for action, and satisfaction.



Chapter 6:

The Thick Plottens... Or something like that...



"Kate, I'm getting a little tired of these lessons..." "I didn't plan on this kid." Said the mouse. "Just remember for next time: if it seems too quiet, it probably is."

"Next time? What next time? We've been captured and these pug uglies are taking us who-knows-where!!! Not only that, but our wings(and arms) are currently tied behind

our backs, and I'm personally on the verge of loosing control of my bowe..."

"SHUT UP!!!" shouted one of the turtles. He smacked the bat on the head with an oversized fist.

(Not his own fist, by the way, just one he found laying on the ground somewhere that he happened to

like...) "Ordinarily, we's just supposed to take cares of trespassers period, but in YOUS case, its gonna be a pleasure

just zipping ya lip perminently..." He then turned his head towards Kate. "Hmmm... Nice smokes

there Bucky." He said, grabbing her stoagy and shoving it into his own mouth. He puffed on it,

then blew the smoke in her face. "Won't be needn' it where YOUS going, though... Hahaha!!!"

Kate's ears drooped. "If I ever get out of this alive, I'm demanding a raise. At least OTHER

guardian angles get to be invisable..."



In Devans inner sanctum-

"Lets see here..." Devan said looking under his latest science project: an honest to goodness time machine. As it was, the project was currently under wraps and only

a selected few of his most trusted minions knew anything about it. Devan was not willing to take chances like last time, when his ego caused him to announce his

abduction of Princess Eva Earlong over a good section of the galixy, causeing a certain super hero to come play Space Ace.

Devan's time machine was in fact, almost completly ready... Just one major thing missing...

"How am I supposed to get enough power to this thing?" Devan mumbled. "The only thing powerful enough is one of those Diamondus gems."

Apon the mention of that planet, Devan mentally cringed. He had second to NO hope of ever setting foot on Diamondus again. After having

his minions hoplessly overpowered, Diamondus was currently rabbit territory, and the last thing he needed was a suicide mission. It was risky enough

just having a secret lab on the very planet he was trying so hard to conquer.

"Sometimes I wonder if it's all even worth it..." he sighed, and pull a book out from the inside of his shell.

'Aesops Fables'

"...To which I answer myself- 'Yes... Yes it is'"



"Wake up, kid..."

"Oh, there is honestly and truly no place like home... Aunty Em... Is that you!"

"Come'on, I'm all outta idea's and that jerk's smoking my only cigar. You gotta wake up and we gotta figure a way out of here."

"Where is here exactly." the bat calmly opened his eyes...

And noticed a bunch of guards holding a buch of guns.

"eep..." "I guess it wasn't exactly a good time to wake you, but I've tried everything from bribery, to making Grog break the ropes, to looking irrisistably cute."

"Huh... What do you mean, cute?" "Oh, you know." Suddenly Kate's pupals grew huge, her ears drooped, and she put on a goofy smile.

The whole effect was... well... irrisistaly cute.

Except to her student. "GAAAACK! You look like one of those chiuauah rat-dogs."

"See. I always told you you looked ridicules." One of Kates personallities spoke up. "All I have to say left is, I knew I'd win in the end..."

"Who was THAT personality?" "Oh, that's just Ally." Kate said. "Ally Katt. The only personality that hates me. That's why I need that cigar.

Ally can't stand the smell of tobacco." "You were a CAT in a past life?" "Yeah, she's my worst enemy. In fact, last time she took

over, she made me try to eat myself." "How..." "Don't ask. I don't want that moment to be the most recent memory in my head before I croak."

The guards grabbed their guns. "Any last request?"

The bat spoke up. "Yeah! How about untieing us, handing us a couple of your guns and holding still for about ten seconds? Hows THAT for a last request?"

"Um... Ok." One of the guards started walking towards him. His commander stopped him and hit him on the head with his gun handle.

"Darn... Almost worked too." Kate chuckled.

"Ready!"

"Um... What are the chances of devine intervention." "Too slim to matter."

"Aim!"

Because her hands were tied, Kate covered her eyes with her ears.(If you can't imagine that, I sure as heck can't describe it any better.)

"FIRE!!!"



(To be continued...)

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I thought I replied to this.

Gah, my mind is taking a vacation.

But do carry on, spiffy part...

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[ This Message was not edited by: Me on 2001-08-16 20:24 ]



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[Violet CLM]

That's a lot of smileys.



I think he's requesting continuations though, not being happy that it hasn't had any for a while.

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



Hmmm... I guess I'd better get back to work on this soon...

[Hareoic]

I'd like to pitch in as well! I can't get enough of your stories and continuations!



Name:Bucky O'Hare *call me Bucky*(I changed my name to that, cuz I started to dislike the name GenEX)



Characteristics: Sky blue eyes, green rabbit with sunglasses and a red shirt, somewhat short, and I really love making a joke out of everything(which could be used to get in or out of trouble, you figure it out).



Weaponhttp://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_biggrin.gifoomsDay K-F13(figure out why this name is so frightening and unlucky). It shoots a thick laser with a spiral around it until you release the trigger.



Powers And Abilities:I'm a cartoon too,(at least it would seem more likely for the following stuff to be possible)I know how to use magic, I can read minds, and predict what happens 15 seconds into the future. My abilities also include:



I'm an excellent runner. Very agile, but I can also put on the brakes when I have to.



I kinda have something like your magic backpack, execpt I pull stuff out of my ear. I have a large brain, but my head has more space than the Grand Canyon.



I can use my ears like a lawnmower. And lawnmowers have enough power to cut off a limb, so you can guess that it would be messy...



I can vanish for 2 seconds. Don't know how, but I can.



Born from: That's really a mystery. I can't even remember growing up. It's as if I was born like this. I don't even have a mother or father...



Personal Items: All that I have from when I was much younger were these bongo drums. They have some unexplainable mysterious power when you play them.



My personal quotes:"...and all of the above, below, AND in between!""Yayfullness!""That is butt-ugly!""If you even ATTEMPT to harm me, better make sure you still have life insurance. You'll need it..."



Warcry:"KAMAKAZE!!!"



I know I kinda copied over CopperTop's, sorry.

[Coppertop]

You did? I couldn't tell http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_razz.gif

Of course, my computer cut off half of your prof. . .

Could that have something to do with it?

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!



Ahh, there's nothing like the smell of a revived war tavern origen story in the early evening... Smells like... Victory.



Chapter 7

The Cosmic Shift.



The bat closed his eyes and awaited the oncoming impending doom... but it never came. Instead, there was a creaking noise behind him, then, a few seconds later, a loud scream/thud/oof combo in front of him.

Opening one eye, he saw a rather unexplainable sight... But I can try to explain it anyway; Aparently, the firing squad missed both him and Kate entirly, but the power behind the bullets carved perfect outlines of them in the wall they were lined up against directly behind them. Somehow, the rest of the wall fell forward and landed on them- all except for the previously mentioned outlines- which stood behind them like stone shadows.

"Hey, teach... We're not dead yet."

"Whaddaya mean? They take a quick coffee break or... Huh!" Kate unwrapped her ears and looked on in amazment at what had happened. "But... The only thing that can cause something like that is either an act of Animator[Please note: this is the cartoon equivilent of an act of God.] or... A Cosmic Shift!" "A what?" asked the bat, trying desperatly to undue his bonds. Kate was ignoring her pupal. She seamed more conserend with what just happened. "It couldn't have been me... I'm not that good- and it couldn't have been the kid... No trancendent has ever pulled off a cosmic shift..."

"KATE!!" yelled the exasperated bat through a blowhorn he pulled out of his pack. "WHAT THE HEY IS A COSMETIC SHIFT???"

"Not Cosmetic shift- thats something entirly different. As for a cosmic shift- well, when I was assigned to you I wasn't given the proper charts to describe it... Lets see here." Biting through her bonds(Hey, she's a mouse- they do that kind of stuff.) and getting a replacment cigar from a pack of them in her pocket, Kate grabbed a stick and started sketching on the ground. "Let me ask you something, ever see 'Star Wars'?" "No..." "Hmm... well that makes it difficult." She drew a stick figure (that looked, in all fairness, like the origonal Batman logo.) She then drew a globe underneith it, and a circle around both of the previous figures. "Ok, lets say THIS..." she said, pointing at the figure. "...Is you. Right underneth you is good old-fashioned Terra Furma; with its physical logic, laws of gravity, and other letdowns. This little wavy ozone-like thing, however, is imagination and cartoon logic. I guess you could say its kind of like magic, but I don't-Magic's on another level that you won't be going near if you have a sense of self-presurvation. Anyway, THIS..." she said pointing to the imagination. "...Has it's own rules, it's own logic, and it's own perks and letdowns. The way your backpack works is bound by this. The fact that Bugs Bunny can dig a mile-long hole faster then he could nomally walk is bound by this. in fact, EVERY toon is bound by this." she gave a thoughtful glance. "You know, I think some REAL people are too. But they are usually limited to only one thing, and they tend to missidentify it as 'Magic'. Anyway, in short, You live HERE." she pointed to Tera furma. "But you're bound by HERE." she added, pointing to imagination. "Now a cosmic shift is very rare, and sometimes even dangerous. Instead of reality alturing you by its rules, YOU alter reality by YOUR rules. Usually, it happens whenever an indevidual is in a dire life-or-death situation. I've never heard of a real-turned-toon being able to do it, but... I think you might just be the first." "You... mean I can... Alture reality?" "Don't get too power-hungry, kid." Kate said with a chuckel. "It's not that easy- reguardless of the shifter, it's an involentary reaction; like a hiccup, or a heartbeat. You can't just go alturing reality whenever you feel like it. Besides, it's kind of a burdon having to worry about others who might get hurt from a sudden change. Still, I can't think of any cartoon I know who wouldn't give up their anvil for something like that."

"Hey... What about you?" "Me? What about me? I can't shift." "I mean, what are YOU'RE abilities." "Oh... My case is rather strange- Every one of my past lives can do something different; Grog, for example..." As if on cue, her eyes glossed over again. "Now Grog time to shine." Bending over, Grog(in Kates body) grabbed one corner of the fallen wall, picked it up, threw the whole frekkin wall into the air, and stuck a fist skywerds, towards the falling wall. There was a smashing noise, and a bunch of dust, and when it cleared, it became apparent that Grog had punched the whole wall into two halfs.

Kate regained control. "As you can probably guess, I could never do something like THAT... Gives me the willys just letting him do it." "Um, what's your personal thing that you yourself can do?" "Hah, your my 5th student, and yet nobody's ever asked me that question before. Ok, let me see if I can still do this." Taking off her scrunchy, she wrapped it around her head, covering her eyes. Then she stuck her tail to the ground and started spinning around on it, faster and faster, until she looked like a multocolored tornado. Then suddenly, she stopped, landing on her head, and pointed forword, and said in a robotic monotone; "Carrotus Castle; home of the royal family of Earlong: 75 Miles." She then turned and pointed another direction. "Spookey old tree with a woodpecker living in it: 5 Miles" She turned again, this time, pointing to the confued bat. "Confused bat: 10 feet- oh, sorry about that." She turned and pointed again. "Secret abandon garden currently used by a couple of pre-teenage bunnies named Mike and Sam with nothing to do, who think it's the perfect place to go when their parents are mad at them: 20 miles." Then she pointed again. "Devan Shell's secret unknown inner sanctum, filled with designes for a time machine: 40 yards." After a few more points and descriptions, she took off her scrunchy and put it back in her pony tail. "It's kind of a rare power; I can locate practically anything, anywhere, any time- the only thing is I can't just look for any one particler thing, I have to get lucky enough to point toward it." "Heh heh... Dumb Mouse girl get short shrift. Grog #1..." "Shutup, Grog, nobody wants to hear what you think." "Never mind that." said a voice behind them. "What did you say was in Devan's inner sanctum?"



To be continued...

[Violet CLM]

This is very odd. The right side of your post is chopped off so I can't read it. http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_mad.gif



But from what I could make out, it looks very good.

[Hareoic]

Unknown Rabbit, you forgot to claim second page...http://jazz2.nagcentral.com/forum/images/smiles/icon_mad.gif.

[Batty Buddy]

Que Passa!!!!

Hmmm...
Now that I'm picking up on my Spaz stories, I guess I should see if I can continue this...

Well, I'll see what I can slap togethersometime this week or next.
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