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Jan 10, 2016 16:17:29 GMT -5
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Post by Andre Jenson on Jan 10, 2016 16:17:29 GMT -5
“I have no idea what he's doing.” Stated Amy, pointedly as she looked over the battlefield toward AJ, who was waving a sword hilt at his opponent and making whoomph whoomph noises. “He is talking all weird as well.”
“What do you mean, weird?” Asked Ashbury.
“I'll show you.” She shouted over to AJ. “AJ, can you come here for a moment?”
Andre pulled his hilt to his chest, facing upwards, then made a “shhhhhhtttt” sound. Before running over to Amy.
“Help you I can?” He asked, in a weirdly high pitched voice.
“See what I mean, Ash? He's been at this all day.” She looked over to Ashbury and shrugged.
Ashbury scratched his head and started to look AJ up and down inquisitively. His head cocked to one side while he pursed his lips and interlocked his fingers on his hands. He walked around AJ investigating every single part of him with a critical eye. “In my surgical opinion” he started. “Wait, AJ, what do the words Jar Jar Binks mean to you?”
AJ looked at Ashbury with his eyes wide, full of menace.
“Speak of that name, we shall not!”
“I'm afraid,” said Ashbury to Amy, “AJ has StarWarsindoctrinitis. It's a common known ailment to people who have recently seen Star Wars. I'm afraid AJ has gone Sci Fi.”
There was a gasp in the room as Amy, Doomhammer, Puny Elfling, Fred, Bob, and Jalwaz the crazy all took a sudden intake of breath. Then a sudden thud as Puny Elfling fainted. The only person in the tent to not look shocked was in fact Sir Slashalot. Who surveyed the room and clenched his jaw slightly.
Amy caught her resolve as quickly as she had lost it. “Quite, Sir Ashbury. What do we do with this?”
Ashbury sighed. “There isn't much we can do, other than hope he snaps out of it. I blame the dwarf, he's been talking to him about this episode VII nonsense.” He turned to AJ “How many episodes did you see?”
“Seven, there are, no more, no less.” Came the reply. AJ was looking around at the room, quite puzzled as to what was happening.
“Egads!” Exclaimed Ashbury. “It's worse than I thought! Do you have any more reagents for the exorcism spell?”
“Fear me not, Ashbury. For I am one with the force. The force surrounds us, it binds us, it flows through us.”
AJ opened his arms in a slow, dramatic motion with a big smile on his face.
Amy nervously glanced in his direction, as well as the way of Ashbury, who was studying AJ intently.
“AJ” She started. “You have a match this Sunday.”
AJ stopped playing with his imaginary lightsaber, which he had started attacking people with, using his whoomph whoomph sounds and pretending to use the force on Puny Elfling. To his credit, he played along, at least as far as not standing goes.
“A match I have. Hmmm, a fair match indeed!” He stated.
“Er, yes.” She thought for a moment. “Against Rey de Reyes.”
“Rey? Hmmm.” He thought for a moment. “Strong with the force, she is.”A jedi she will be. Too old for training, she is not.”
“What? Who?” Amy seemed lost. “I'm talking about Rey de Reyes, you know? The Luchador, with the mask?”
“Mask? Hmm? Wear a mask, Rey does not. Light side, she is. Look to Kylo Ren for your mask. Amy can't recognise genders. Embarrassing, it is.” AJ tries to use a jedi mind trick on Puny Elfling “Pizza, you will bring me.” He says as he waves his hand in the air.
Puny Elfling stands up, as if he's in some sort of trance. “Pizza, I'll get you he repeated.” Before he walked out of the tent.
“Get me one with extra pepperoni!” Shouted Sir Slashalot from his corner of the room. Everyone stared at him. “What? I'm hungry.”
“We need to get your mind right, AJ.” Said Ashbury. “After the possession, your mind is quite prone to suggestion and bad things could happen if people know this and take advantage of it. You could be possessed again, quite easily!”
“The mind, it is a terrible thing to waste!” Retorted AJ, giggling. “Teach me to defend myself you shall, master Ashbury.”
“What? I wasn't volunteering!” Ashbury exclaimed. “Amy can do it!”
“I can't do it, how would I begin? I don't have the tools or technique, I only did the repossession because it was in a book and...” Amy was cut off by a gruff voice from the other side of the room.
“I'll do it.” Slashalot commanded. “I can teach him. I'm wise in the ways of the force.” With that, Slashalot stood up and walked over to AJ. He then showed AJ his own lightsaber, that he had tucked away in his belt.
“I gotta bad feelin' about this.” Muttered Ashbury as Slashalot led AJ out of the tent.
Slashalot led AJ toward a quiet, secluded area of the field. Away from the noise of the LARP battle being pitched on the plains of Argonra.
In case you were wondering, the plains of Argonra were in dispute between the Bahi Kingdom, the Sultanate of Amtu and the Republic of Battas. The dispute began because the High Prince of Bahi, Ali Shama, who had a blood feud with Crimson Dawn of the Republic of Battas went to the bed of Clara, the daughter of Sultan Shabbad Amtu. Crimson Dawn had already arranged a marriage with Clara in order to save the straits of Shamzi from certain annihilation by the mountain trolls of Riverpass.
Clara, well, she couldn't be bothered with any of that forced marriage nonsense, so she shacked up with Ali Shama as soon as he showed any sort of affection. Causing a major rift and sparking a tri state war that has lasted since at least breakfast.
It's against the backdrop of this period of political upheaval, that Slashalot began his training of AJ.
“You need to focus your mind, Jenson.” He gruffed. “For far too long you've let emotions rule your actions. I know you're scared, but don't be. Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. And you'll go down a path that I can't follow.”
“Wise in the force you are. Hmmm. Meditate on this I shall.” Replied AJ, before sitting down in a meditation pose.
“Good, good.” Said Slashalot. “Now focus your mind. Your enemies will try to overpower you in battle. Your mind needs to be impenetrable. Like a fortress.”
“A deathstar?” Asked AJ
“No, better. A deathstar has a weakness, a tiny shaft that can be taken out. You need to make sure that isn't even there. I mean who builds a deathstar twice and has a fatal flaw in each of them anyway?” Yours needs to be the strongest castle. A building to last the test of time, with solid stone and metal, good hearty ramparts and a moat the size of a river. It needs to be the most secure barrier known. Build the barrier around your mind AJ. Visualise every part of the construction of it.”
AJ is silent for hours, as he builds his mind castle. The stillness of AJ sitting there, with Slashalot next to him in stark contrast to the almighty fight happening on the field behind.
Apparently, Crimson Dawn had now kidnapped Clara and taken her to his palace across the barrens. Which is also conveniently the car park and thus out of bounds, much hullabaloo was to be had by the other factions who were debating whether to go “off zone” to get him back.
“Done.” Said AJ, as he opened his eyes. Slashalot nodded.
“Your mind is now prepared?” He asked?
“Prepared it is, young master.” Replied AJ with a steely determination on his face.
“And your castle?” Asked Slashalot, who looked right back into his eyes, searching for deception and clarification.
“Built the most secure castle, did I. The house of Disney, never has been conquered.”
“You built a Disney castle?”
“Certainly.”
Slashalot thought about this for a second, then shrugged it off. Nothing he could do about it now. He just hoped his plan to secure the mind of AJ paid off and that he wouldn't be possessed again. There was only one way to check though, and that was in combat.
“Think to Sunday night, AJ.” He said, smoothly. You're fighting Rey de Reyes, the luchador. What is the plan?”
“Rey de Reyes” AJ repeated. “King of Kings he thinks he is. Jedi, he is not. Follows the path of the dark side, he does. Much pain I sense behind that mask. Something to prove, he has. However, great disappointment I sense in him.” AJ suddenly starts to drop the Yoda persona.
“Such great disappointment. When I get into the ring with him, I'll know that I have been through the dark side and come back. I'll know that I don't need a mask to validate who I am. I am Andre Jenson. Lord of the Firelands. Great Marshall of the 9th Symposium, the Tamer of the great Azure Dragon Smithblight, former TV champion and once a founder member of the Famous Five appreciation society. On Sunday, Mr King of Kings.” Andre stood up now, picking up his lightsaber “Andre Jenson is back and he's levelled up his shit. The only question is” He pressed a button on his lightsaber and a blue stream of light came from the hilt, making the familiar swooosh noise. “How are you going to roll?”
Andre then performs a somersault slash in mid air combo.
“How was that?” He asked Slashalot.
“Not bad, a little dramatic. How'd you get the saber to glow?”
Andre chuckled. “I have no idea, pretty awesome though, huh? Come on, let's go waste some Amtu clowns.
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“What do you mean, weird?” Asked Ashbury.
“I'll show you.” She shouted over to AJ. “AJ, can you come here for a moment?”
Andre pulled his hilt to his chest, facing upwards, then made a “shhhhhhtttt” sound. Before running over to Amy.
“Help you I can?” He asked, in a weirdly high pitched voice.
“See what I mean, Ash? He's been at this all day.” She looked over to Ashbury and shrugged.
Ashbury scratched his head and started to look AJ up and down inquisitively. His head cocked to one side while he pursed his lips and interlocked his fingers on his hands. He walked around AJ investigating every single part of him with a critical eye. “In my surgical opinion” he started. “Wait, AJ, what do the words Jar Jar Binks mean to you?”
AJ looked at Ashbury with his eyes wide, full of menace.
“Speak of that name, we shall not!”
“I'm afraid,” said Ashbury to Amy, “AJ has StarWarsindoctrinitis. It's a common known ailment to people who have recently seen Star Wars. I'm afraid AJ has gone Sci Fi.”
There was a gasp in the room as Amy, Doomhammer, Puny Elfling, Fred, Bob, and Jalwaz the crazy all took a sudden intake of breath. Then a sudden thud as Puny Elfling fainted. The only person in the tent to not look shocked was in fact Sir Slashalot. Who surveyed the room and clenched his jaw slightly.
Amy caught her resolve as quickly as she had lost it. “Quite, Sir Ashbury. What do we do with this?”
Ashbury sighed. “There isn't much we can do, other than hope he snaps out of it. I blame the dwarf, he's been talking to him about this episode VII nonsense.” He turned to AJ “How many episodes did you see?”
“Seven, there are, no more, no less.” Came the reply. AJ was looking around at the room, quite puzzled as to what was happening.
“Egads!” Exclaimed Ashbury. “It's worse than I thought! Do you have any more reagents for the exorcism spell?”
“Fear me not, Ashbury. For I am one with the force. The force surrounds us, it binds us, it flows through us.”
AJ opened his arms in a slow, dramatic motion with a big smile on his face.
Amy nervously glanced in his direction, as well as the way of Ashbury, who was studying AJ intently.
“AJ” She started. “You have a match this Sunday.”
AJ stopped playing with his imaginary lightsaber, which he had started attacking people with, using his whoomph whoomph sounds and pretending to use the force on Puny Elfling. To his credit, he played along, at least as far as not standing goes.
“A match I have. Hmmm, a fair match indeed!” He stated.
“Er, yes.” She thought for a moment. “Against Rey de Reyes.”
“Rey? Hmmm.” He thought for a moment. “Strong with the force, she is.”A jedi she will be. Too old for training, she is not.”
“What? Who?” Amy seemed lost. “I'm talking about Rey de Reyes, you know? The Luchador, with the mask?”
“Mask? Hmm? Wear a mask, Rey does not. Light side, she is. Look to Kylo Ren for your mask. Amy can't recognise genders. Embarrassing, it is.” AJ tries to use a jedi mind trick on Puny Elfling “Pizza, you will bring me.” He says as he waves his hand in the air.
Puny Elfling stands up, as if he's in some sort of trance. “Pizza, I'll get you he repeated.” Before he walked out of the tent.
“Get me one with extra pepperoni!” Shouted Sir Slashalot from his corner of the room. Everyone stared at him. “What? I'm hungry.”
“We need to get your mind right, AJ.” Said Ashbury. “After the possession, your mind is quite prone to suggestion and bad things could happen if people know this and take advantage of it. You could be possessed again, quite easily!”
“The mind, it is a terrible thing to waste!” Retorted AJ, giggling. “Teach me to defend myself you shall, master Ashbury.”
“What? I wasn't volunteering!” Ashbury exclaimed. “Amy can do it!”
“I can't do it, how would I begin? I don't have the tools or technique, I only did the repossession because it was in a book and...” Amy was cut off by a gruff voice from the other side of the room.
“I'll do it.” Slashalot commanded. “I can teach him. I'm wise in the ways of the force.” With that, Slashalot stood up and walked over to AJ. He then showed AJ his own lightsaber, that he had tucked away in his belt.
“I gotta bad feelin' about this.” Muttered Ashbury as Slashalot led AJ out of the tent.
Slashalot led AJ toward a quiet, secluded area of the field. Away from the noise of the LARP battle being pitched on the plains of Argonra.
In case you were wondering, the plains of Argonra were in dispute between the Bahi Kingdom, the Sultanate of Amtu and the Republic of Battas. The dispute began because the High Prince of Bahi, Ali Shama, who had a blood feud with Crimson Dawn of the Republic of Battas went to the bed of Clara, the daughter of Sultan Shabbad Amtu. Crimson Dawn had already arranged a marriage with Clara in order to save the straits of Shamzi from certain annihilation by the mountain trolls of Riverpass.
Clara, well, she couldn't be bothered with any of that forced marriage nonsense, so she shacked up with Ali Shama as soon as he showed any sort of affection. Causing a major rift and sparking a tri state war that has lasted since at least breakfast.
It's against the backdrop of this period of political upheaval, that Slashalot began his training of AJ.
“You need to focus your mind, Jenson.” He gruffed. “For far too long you've let emotions rule your actions. I know you're scared, but don't be. Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering. And you'll go down a path that I can't follow.”
“Wise in the force you are. Hmmm. Meditate on this I shall.” Replied AJ, before sitting down in a meditation pose.
“Good, good.” Said Slashalot. “Now focus your mind. Your enemies will try to overpower you in battle. Your mind needs to be impenetrable. Like a fortress.”
“A deathstar?” Asked AJ
“No, better. A deathstar has a weakness, a tiny shaft that can be taken out. You need to make sure that isn't even there. I mean who builds a deathstar twice and has a fatal flaw in each of them anyway?” Yours needs to be the strongest castle. A building to last the test of time, with solid stone and metal, good hearty ramparts and a moat the size of a river. It needs to be the most secure barrier known. Build the barrier around your mind AJ. Visualise every part of the construction of it.”
AJ is silent for hours, as he builds his mind castle. The stillness of AJ sitting there, with Slashalot next to him in stark contrast to the almighty fight happening on the field behind.
Apparently, Crimson Dawn had now kidnapped Clara and taken her to his palace across the barrens. Which is also conveniently the car park and thus out of bounds, much hullabaloo was to be had by the other factions who were debating whether to go “off zone” to get him back.
“Done.” Said AJ, as he opened his eyes. Slashalot nodded.
“Your mind is now prepared?” He asked?
“Prepared it is, young master.” Replied AJ with a steely determination on his face.
“And your castle?” Asked Slashalot, who looked right back into his eyes, searching for deception and clarification.
“Built the most secure castle, did I. The house of Disney, never has been conquered.”
“You built a Disney castle?”
“Certainly.”
Slashalot thought about this for a second, then shrugged it off. Nothing he could do about it now. He just hoped his plan to secure the mind of AJ paid off and that he wouldn't be possessed again. There was only one way to check though, and that was in combat.
“Think to Sunday night, AJ.” He said, smoothly. You're fighting Rey de Reyes, the luchador. What is the plan?”
“Rey de Reyes” AJ repeated. “King of Kings he thinks he is. Jedi, he is not. Follows the path of the dark side, he does. Much pain I sense behind that mask. Something to prove, he has. However, great disappointment I sense in him.” AJ suddenly starts to drop the Yoda persona.
“Such great disappointment. When I get into the ring with him, I'll know that I have been through the dark side and come back. I'll know that I don't need a mask to validate who I am. I am Andre Jenson. Lord of the Firelands. Great Marshall of the 9th Symposium, the Tamer of the great Azure Dragon Smithblight, former TV champion and once a founder member of the Famous Five appreciation society. On Sunday, Mr King of Kings.” Andre stood up now, picking up his lightsaber “Andre Jenson is back and he's levelled up his shit. The only question is” He pressed a button on his lightsaber and a blue stream of light came from the hilt, making the familiar swooosh noise. “How are you going to roll?”
Andre then performs a somersault slash in mid air combo.
“How was that?” He asked Slashalot.
“Not bad, a little dramatic. How'd you get the saber to glow?”
Andre chuckled. “I have no idea, pretty awesome though, huh? Come on, let's go waste some Amtu clowns.
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