Anymore?

Btw CT, updated character profile again, page 2 of the characters thread.

*captures the page*

Nasty. I was just about to.

Wildie: I'll probably take you up on that.
Defal: I'll most likely update on Saturday.

EDIT: I love your new prof, Defal =D ... but no ponytail?

Haha, sorry about the double post. I said Saturday, so Saturday it is!

Benedict sighed wearily and glanced at Autumn, who was dropping off to sleep again. The russet rabbit was slumped against the wall, but Benedict knew they couldn't afford delays. Their disappearance had to have been noticed by now.
He reached over and shook Autumn awake. "Come on, Gale, we gotta keep going." Autumn mumbled an ineffective protest, but didn't resist when Benedict hauled him to his feel. Benedict didn't blame his friend; earlier, Autumn had managed to twist his ankle rather severely. He had been forced to rely on Benedict for support, something that had tired them both out rather quickly.
"How far does this tunnel go, anyway?" Autumn asked sleepily, showing a flash of his usual good humor. "Did the diggers plan to walk us to death, or did they just get lost?"
"I think they got lost," Benedict said sagely, half-carrying his partner in crime. "Kinda like us, huh?"
"We wouldn't be lost if we'd followed my advice and taken the front door," Autumn complained.
"No, we'd be having a nice long snooze, six feet under," Benedict retorted. "Shut up and keep walking."
"Hopping."
"Yeah, whatever. Who knows, you might actually get the hang of it."
".. I feel like a frog."
"Yeah, and you'd look like one too, 'cept you're not green. Concentrate on your hopping skills, will you?"
Autumn complied. After about five minutes, Benedict blinked.
"Hey, Autumn, I think I see a light."
"Whatever you do, don't follow it," Autumn instructed. "Stay with me, Fleetfoot."
"Naw, I mean there's a light at the end of the tunnel!"
"No kidding?" Autumn peered down the corridor. "Hey, I see it too. Are you sure it's not a train?"
"Pretty sure," Benedict said dryly. "Given a choice, though, I'd take the train over the lizards."
"... oh, good point."
"I thought so."
The light was neither a train nor lizards. It was a lamp, probably owned by the bright green-furred rabbit, who was totally immersed in studying the glyphs on the wall. He was muttering excitedly to himself, scribbling furiously on a pad of paper. He glanced up as the duo approached.
"Have you read this? This'll knock 'em dead at Carrot Corp! Of course, this isn't my usual field, but all the same!"
"What does it say?" Autumn asked. The rabbit peered at the pad he was brandishing.
"Either it's the meaning of life, or the writer's favorite cigarette brand. But over here, they have the answer to 'which came first: the chicken or the egg?" - And over here, soemthing I can't quite translate, but I suspect it'll revolutionize archaeology."
"So which did come first?" Benedict asked. The rabbit blinked at him.
"What? Oh, right. It depends on what you believe. If you're an evolutionist, the egg, obviously. If you're a creationist, the chicken."
"SImply groundbreaking," Benedict said dryly, with a grin. The rabbit nodded solemnly.
"Absolutely. Mind, I'm not an archaeologist, but I imagine it'll be the find of the century. Oh, I'm terribly sorry, I'm Acid." He stuck out a dusty hand, still gripping the paper pad, then thought twice and shoved the paper in his pocket, beaming.
"Benedict Fleetfoot. THis is Autumn Gale. I don't suppose there're directions out of here inscribed on any walls, are there?"
"Oh, most likely," Acid assured him. 'I mean, they wrote everything else down, from shopping lists to love letters."
"On the walls?"
"Come to think of it, that is odd, isn't it?"
"Just a little!"
Autumn managed to fit a word in edgewise. "How'd you get in here?"
"I stumbled upon it quite by chance," Acid reassured them. "I fell through the roof there." He pointed at a gaping hole, and the pile of debris on the floor.
"Uh ..."
Acid took Autumn's momentary speechlessness for amazement, and grinned. "I wasn't really in any danger. I landed on top, there, not underneath. Can't say as much for the poor guy it all landed on, but .." he shrugged.
"It LANDED on someone?"
"Hm, yes, bit of bad luck, that. I'm not a xenologist (sp?), but from the bits I could see of him, he was one of those scaly, reptilian types."
"Benedict?"
"Yeah."
"I think we should be going now, don't you?"
"Why?"
"Those guys always travel in pairs."
"We can take care of 'em."
Acid caught sight of Benedict's katana. "Warriors, eh? You wouldn't have anything to do with that rebellion?"
"Not really," Autumn said. "Victims of circumstance is all."
Acid nodded wisely and opened his mouth, but Benedict cut him off.
"D'you have a weapon?"
"Come to think of it, yeah! It's around here somewhere ..." Acid launched himself at the rubble and started pawing energetically through it. After a moment he came up with a dusty red rocket launcher clenched in his fists. Polishing it lovingly, he grinned at them. Benedict sighed resignedly.
"Figures."

The rest on Monday.

YAAAAAY CHAPPIE!!!

*is ignored*

Well, I said Monday, but I can't find it, so Tuesday. Sorry ;-;

Woo, chapter.

Ah, no, no ponytail anymore. Decided to ditch it.

Lookin good!

Uh... I thought you said my char was in...

He comming in in a later chapter

`N0

Yeah, later. It's on hold for now, will resume later.

Aww, I love geeky Acid. ^_^

Me too =P
Long time no update ... oops.

They set off once more, Acid in tow. Benedict had no idea where they were going. Finally he lowered Autumn to the floor and plopped himself down next to his friend. Acid immediately began inspecting the walls.
"Doesn't look like we'll ever get out of here, Gale," he sighed. "We could follow this tunnel till doomsday and STILL be going in circles."
Acid glanced up from the wall ("Fred loves Minnie" "Over my dead body"). "You guys want out?"
"No, we enjoy going aimlessly in circles," Benedict snickered. "Yes, Acid. We've been looking for a way out since before we met you."
"Well, you should have told me," Acid said. "We passed an exit just a few minutes ago."
Benedict slammed his head into the wall a few times before turning back to Acid.
"Where?"
"Well, just back there a ways. You want me to find it for you again?"
"Please."
Acid trundled off the way they had come, Benedict and Autumn trailing after.
It was more than a ways. After about five minutes of walking, Benedict stopped concentrating on where they were going and focussed instead on his feet. Thus, when Acid stopped abruptly, they ran directly into him.
Benedict untangled himself from the heap and helped Autumn up. He surveyed the wall skeptically.
"This is it?"
Acid picked himself up. "Yeah. What's the matter, can't you see the exit sign?"
Autumn looked around expectantly, clearly looking for the sign, and Acid laughed. Then he turned his attention to the wall. Benedict tuned out his excited muttering and turned to Autumn.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. I think I can walk now."
"Why couldn't you have decided that earlier," Benedict grumbled, glowering at Autumn, who looked innocent.
"But you were doing such a good job, I didn't want to distract you. You mgiht have dropped me."
"Scratch the 'might'," Benedict said. 'I WOULD have."
"See? That's why I didn't mention it."
"Come to think of it, if you can walk, why am I still supporting you?"
"Um ..."
Benedict dropped Autumn, who caught himself and glared fiercely at Benedict. Whatever he had been about to say was cut off by a grinding noise. Acid stepped back, looking triumphant, as a portion of wall swung in. There was a dropoff into a tunnel.
"Ha! What'd I tell you?"
"Yeah, but where does it go?"
Acid peered into the dark, damp-smelling tunnel, then turned to Benedict with a straight faced, "down!"
"I KNOW it goes down," Benedict said with mock-forced patience. "Where does it END?"
"Uhm ... " Acid leaned into the tunnel, overbalanced, and fell in. After a moment his disembodied voice floated back to them. "So sorry, but I can't tell from here." His green-furred face appeared out of the darkness. "Quite a drop, huh?" He was level with Benedict's knees. The dark blue rabbit scowled.
"Can you be serious for once?"
"Sure. I don't think I can pull myself up."
"You need a hand?" Benedict reached down to help Acid out. THe slender rabbit took the pro-offered hand and tugged. With a squawk of dismay, Benedict too fell into the tunnel.
There was a pause. Then, "sorry, Benedict."
Benedict picked himself, glared in the direction he imagined the sheepish-sounding Acid to be, and gathered his shredded dignity about him.
"If I thought that was on purpose, I'd kill you."
"... I know."
Autumn stifled something that sounded suspiciously like a snicker. Acid sighed.
"Can you hand me that light, Autumn?"
Autumn moved to comply. As he bent to hand the lamp down to Acid, he tripped and fell facefirst onto the scientist, with a muffled "whoops!" The lamp went out.
Benedict sighed into the darkness. What were the chances that all three of them would fall in? He fumed silently. None of this was helping them. FOr all they knew, this was a dead end.
A grinding noise behind him made him turn. The dim illumination provided by the corridor was vanishing, and Benedict realized that Acid was shutting the hidden door.
"What the heck are you DOING?!"
"Well, you don't want those rebel types to find you, do you? I doubt they'll be able to find this door, even if they try."
"But - but - "
The door shut, leaving them in darkness.

Yeehee, and I completely missed it.

Another excellent chapter, though I don't think Acid's really as eccentric as you made him out to be here. Interesting, though.

YaY! WB CT!

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Oh... this is the wrong thread?

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