Squiddy_Attack

*deep sigh of relief*

It's not just me! The monsters under the bed and in the closet...They must be doing it! They're trying to drive us insane, so then we'll wander into their hiding places of our own free will, where they WILL THEN MESSILY DEVOUR US!!!!!!!1111oneonelevenhundred

Jaws's...jaws snapped down on a fly. Bliss.

But it knew it was growing. It was already noticeably larger than the other flytraps, and it knew soon it would have to move, or be discovered.

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Inky had tried this before, planting Jaws's seed, before she got caught. She knew how fast Jaws grew, and if she didn't go get Jaws soon, there would be trouble. Big, nasty, Crossbow trouble.

"Y'see, before my powers were...shut off...I could make these huge thorns, lots of them, come outta my body when I wanned. Like Wolverine's claws."

Inky read a lot of comic books.

"Well, I call them th' Thorns...as a proper noun...because sometimes it seemed like they were just seperate entities attached t'me. Sometimes when I was in danger, they'd pop out with li'l or no warning. You can imagine the Crossbow here trying t'capture me." She smirked.


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Awake.
The little flytrap's head broke the surface of the soil. It turned its trap around, saw by some unknown flytrap sense that is was surrounded by its immobile kin.

Jaws was no ordinary flytrap, and not just in that it grew quickly.

Where is my Ink Dyne?

Jaws was going to scuttle off and find her, but then it realized. It was always with Ink Dyne, so their separation had to be some sort of plan. It knew Inky would come for it, so it just buried itself in the patch of flytraps up to its stem and didn't twitch a fiber, to look normal.

Yes, Jaws was smart.

Inky glanced worriedly around the cell.
"If I know Longbow, every hair on their bodies'll be prickling with suspicion. If you wanna tell me something, now's the time."

She took a breath. "Well, you've heard me mention the Thorns."

((Agh. Since the Longbow didn't say anything, Inky said she'd go off to work.))

(('K.))

Ah.

And sorry me

Dragonistic.
Fire/Fire/Flight/Speed/Fitness.
Drag

Ink Dyne slammed the door and plopped down on her bed.

"Okay, what you were gonna tell me?"

Inky looked sideways at him.

"We'd better get back to our cell first. Then we'll tell each other everything."

She turned and jogged off towards it.

Inky looked doubtfully at it.
"Um...Eh, never mind. Gimme a minute."

Not far away, there was a bush with some bright red berries. It might kill her, but if this worked...

Quickly, Ink Dyne grabbed some and stuffed them into her mouth, fighting the bitter taste. The mass of berry mush went down her throat...

And then she doubled over and retched.





When she was done and her head cleared, she smiled weakly down. In the puddle of gastric fluid, there was a large seed.
She picked the seed up gingerly and placed it in the hole, then covered it with dirt.

"It's done. Now we wait."

Ink Dyne picked up the watering can and began watering the garden, paying particular attention to the place where Jaws's seed lay and making that spot as wet and boggy as possible.

"You know...If this works, we may be able to bring back the Thorns. I'll tell you about them later."

We are in an alternate dimension, full of strange people who know nothing of the world of the Forum Games. They know nothing of TASassy, and they know not of the Volcano.

"Good," she said. "The vomit plant? Please get it for me. You've noticed how I never eat, right? Well, I had this plant companion. A sentient, mobile flytrap. Its name was Jaws, and though it couldn't speak, it could understand English. When I didn't need it, it returned to its seed. I always carry that seed with me, yet nobody notices it. Why?"

She tapped her belly a couple times.

"I don't eat because Jaws's seed sustains me, though it never digests. Nobody except you and me knows about this, and if we're gonna get out of here, we need to revive Jaws."

Ink Dyne hurried over to a patch of dock leaves and began digging a large hole.

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Awesome. I didn't realize TA had a girl. You will have to now give up your art hunting to take care of the little ladies needs.

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Obviously, these strange people never visit the Forum Games. [/humor]

She stepped out from behind some bushes and rushed over quietly.
"Quickly. Do you know any plants that make you vomit? And can I trust you? Because you'll probably find out nearly all my secrets in the next few minutes." She spoke clearly and carefully, without a trace of the usual lazy, cut-off accent.

The Longbow just stood there.
"Hmf. Fine. Off to work then," she said.

Ink Dyne turned and sprinted off towards the garden. She couldn't use her power to make Jaws's seed grow, but maybe...

Suddenly, a plan popped into Ink Dyne's head.

"Well," she said sarcastically, "I suppose I should get gaaaaarden duty for disturbing the peeeaaacceee."

She silently crossed her fingers and hoped this would work.

Ink Dyne snapped back, "Better t' be hungry than t' submit an' eat this dung you call food! Seems like you're pretty crabby. Maybe you're not a Longbow, but a Crossbow. Heh."

She would have made a smart remark about Jaws's seed, but she couldn't have them knowing about that. No, the seed was her last chance. Assuming she found some way to make it grow.

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Meatwagon stood watching the kids expressions as they stood just inside the green-zone for the first time. He loved the looks they mustered. Some of them were blatantly scared, and that was fun enough, but he liked the pretentious ones. The ones that put on big brave fronts. Apathy, disinterest, detachment, these kids had it all. It was amazing how invincible teenagers thought they were. But his personal favorite, and there was always one in every pack, was the one that was so damn headstrong that they managed to be openly defiant.

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In a display of dominance Circe' bared her teeth at the earth male that was smirking at her. . . Circe' folded her arms under her chitenous chest.

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"You," Meatwagon said coldy, nodding his head at Circe', "Just what do you think you're getting at? Trying to get good marks for your dental hygeine?"

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The doors of the cafeteria were closed and locked, with a sturdy-looking dark skinned Longbow standing out in front. It was rather odd, actually. Most days the cafeteria was open at all hours.

"You two," he called to Ink Dyne and Jason in a deep assertive voice, "Get back to your rooms! It's New Kids Day, and we ain't serving lunch till they all got their rooms."

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Ink Dyne lifted her head and put on a snobbish expression.
"Oh, reaaaaallllyy?" she drawled. "An' you think we're MISSING lunch? Exactly how d'ya expect someone t' miss a plate of glop that smells, an' tastes, like rotten eggs mixed with boiled cabbage. An' let's not forget th' frozen-barf sauce. I'm surprised every single stinkin' person in this jail doesn' starve," she finished, planting her hands on her hips.

It's great! I might color it.

" 'K."
She kept walking after him. Her mind was searching for a pun to make about the cafeteria. There was one nearby, she could just feel it. But where?
It was as if the bracers had put a damper on her mind, too. She felt as if it was being covered by a heavy blanket some days, or caught in a mud hole.

Agh. It was wandering again.

Ink Dyne pinched her nose as they approached the cafeteria.
"Whof! This place could out-stench a skunk!"

Inky looked sideways, then got up and followed him.
"'K, I forgot where th' cafeteria is. You'll hafta show me th' way. At least, until we get close enough that th' smell of boiled rubber an' burn underwear starts wafting through th' halls. Then I just hafta follow th' scent."

She moved with a hard determination, her face completely devoid of emotion. When they neared the cafeteria, however, her nose began to twitch.

Inky glared back.
"Oh, do I detect a hint of sarcasm?" she snapped back.
"Well, you don' scare me. If I had these [censored] bracers off, I'd have Jaws t'help me. But we're in th' same boat, an' we'd better not fight, you're right about that."

She sighed and seemed to lose her anger. Slowly, she sank onto the empty stone bunk.

"Sorry. Y'just don' know how much freedom is a parta my life. See, it's like an Indian, in tune with nature, being forced t'stay in a steel facility every day an' night. It disconnects 'em from what they need most. It makes 'em melnacholy. Well, that's what's happened t'me. I'm dying inside."

She inhaled deeply and gazed across at Jason.
"So, how'd you get your powers? Mutant? Or did you get in the blah lab accident that happens so often these days? Me, I had this mutant power t' retain ink an' dye. That's where I got the idea for my punny name. Anyway, I got kidnapped by some Tsoo, got tattoos, an' the ink ability did weird things t' the tattoo's powers. Printed 'em into my genes. So I escaped an' used my powers t'do what I wanted."

She paused to take a breath.

"Sorry, I'm a chatterbox."

Suddenly, the dark door swung open. A huge guard towered in the doorway.

Imitating her "heroic" friend, Ink Dyne hissed and spat, baring her teeth. Of course, she didn't have any fangs to show, so it had little effect.

The guard grabbed her by the elbows and clamped cold handcuffs around her wrists and led her down the hall.
Since he was behind her, Ink Dyne couldn't bite at his hands, nor could she kick him without falling over and possibly dislocating her arms.

Instead, she spat a stream of foul language at the guard, but he didn't seem to notice.

Eventually, they stopped at another door.

"New cellmate," the guard said gruffly.

He removed the handcuffs and threw Ink Dyne into the little room.
Then he shut and locked the door.

Ink Dyne managed to raise herself from her faceplanted position, scowling. She glared at the person across the room.

"Well, we'd better get t'know each other. I'm Ink Dyne, but y'can call me Inky."

She was about five feet tall and very young for a super-powered criminal. Despite her height, she looked to be about eleven years old. Thick, wild brown hair fell about her freckled face and rolled down her slender body almost to her butt.

She scowled again and stood straight up. She wore a spiked collar and a tight, plain green suit, with many large rips and tears all over it. Wherever the costume gave way to exposed skin, there was a mass of tattoos beneath. Her feet were bare and blistered.