fandomhighdorms | In the courtyard

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In the courtyard - Saturday afternoon

Rory took a few minutes away from her various books and study aids and research materials to take a peaceful, soothing, limbs-optional walk through the courtyard.

Sadly, she was Vladdie-less, as the poor puppy had never been a big fan of sunlight, being vampiric and all.

As she passed by a large puddle, she popped her arm in and out of its socket. Just because she could.

[ooc: Locked at the moment to certain, um, beings. Though really, nothing's stopping your character from wandering through. Just know that if you try to interfere with the action, said...beings will ignore you in favor of Rory, and Ror herself will shoo you away.]

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They had sensed the death of their scout the day before. An ignoble death for one such as she. And the manner of her burial was not to be tolerated. The decision had been made. The plans formed. The invasion would take place today and those responsible would pay.

Sensors had been placed to find the ones to blame: He Who Killed RT and the one known as his 'Sidekick'. Five minutes ago, the sensors had indicated the presence of The Sidekick. Warriors rushed to their ships. An appropriate entry point near The Sidekick was found for translation into the Earth realm. She would be taken hostage and forced to lead them to He Who Killed RT.

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Quietly, bubbles began to appear in the puddle near Rory. It was entirely possible that she didn't even notice. Slowly, the bubble began to rise out of the water to form spheres of crystal clear water. Right before they were fully formed, small shiny forms swam up into each sphere and the bubble pulled away from the surface of the puddle of muddy water. As the spheres began to rise above the puddle, more bubbles formed to take their place. More and more spheres rose into the air until there was a small glittery, golden horde hovering over the puddle. They began to approach Rory as more bubbles were still forming in the puddle behind them.

It was, in fact, a moment before Rory's keen observation skills clued her into the small fishie fleet approaching her. She stopped dead in her tracks and stared, and then did the only logical thing.

She waved. "Hi."

Because this is Fandom, after all.

The ships flew around Rory to surround her. The warriors in their ships just gaped at her without responding. More ships were still emerging from the puddle. Some went to join those surrounding Rory. Others took perimeter around the puddle.

Finally, one ship popped out of the puddle, pulling another smaller sphere behind it on a tether. There wasn't anything noticeably different about the small gold fish inside the lead bubble, but the smaller bubble appeared to have an odd device inside it.

As this odd pair approached Rory, other ships moved aside to let it pass. Where any two ships came in contact, the two bubbles would merge, the two fish would swim around together for a bit and then the ships would separate again with a small audible pop.

A small, watery voice was heard coming from the device in the tethered bubble. "You are The Sidekick."

Rory was starting to get mildly alarmed. Because, um, fishie swarm.

And did one of them just talk?

"Um. Does this have to do with Professor Tick?" she ventured, using those amazing deductive skills of hers.

She tentatively reached a finger out to poke at one of the bubbles.

The ship that Rory poked at pulled back as her finger approached, but not fast enough. As her finger breached the surface of the bubble, there was a 'pop' and the fish warrior fell to the ground in a very tiny shower of water.

The other warriors looked on in horror as the small gold fish flopped around.

The fish in the ship tethered to the translator flew toward Rory's face is a rage. "Tell us how to find He Who Killed RT immediately and we may yet let you live."

"He didn't kill her!" Rory said, horrified as she knelt, gently cupped the floppy fishie in her hands and carefully dropped it into the puddle. "She died of some weird fishie disease! Natural causes!"

She raised an eyebrow. "And what are you going to do to me, exactly?"

As Rory moved to save the fallen fish, the mass of other fish pulled back in panic to avoid the same fate at their fallen comrade. Ships bumped into each other, merging and separating again only to bump into another ship and merge again. In one instance, several ships bumped into each other, forming a larger and larger bubble as more ships ran into it. The big ball of water glinted brightly as the fish swam around frantically before they got themselves sorted out again. Two ships popped as they accidentally touched the ground. Another popped as it impacted a falling leaf that it hadn't noticed in its panic.

The leader ignored all this as it followed Rory closely. "We will not believe your human lies. RT died at the hands of her captor as shall you if you do not comply with our demands."

"Look, fishies. Your bubbles pop when I touch you. I think I pose the greater threat here," Rory said reasonably.

The leader swooped up above Rory so that he could look down on her. "Stop begging, Sidekick. It will not alter your fate. Fetch He Who Killed RT or face your doom ~~your FISHIE DOOM~~."

"Um. I guess I'll take 'doom,' then," Rory replied. "Since I'm not bugging Professor Tick over this and my God that was a bad pun."

She rolled her eyes. "I guess I could call him, or something, if you really want."

"Yes," the leader said. "Use your primitive communication device to call He Who Killed RT and I will speak with him directly."

The warriors in their ships, meanwhile, had gotten themselves all sorted out and were now flying around Rory giving her little fishy glares. They would be ready if she tried to destroy any more ships.

Rory sighed, and pulled her phone from her pocket.

She hit 9 on speed dial, and held it out for the wee fishie to speak into.

"Hello! This is The Tick!" Tick said, answering his phone.

The leader approached the phone carefully, but did not notice when the translator drifted on its tether and bumped into the phone. The smaller bubble popped and the device fell to the ground.

Oblivious to all this, the leader spoke into the phone. /We have taken your sidekick as our prisoner. You will answer for your crimes against out scout or the human female will die a horrible death./

"Hello, sir," Rory said flatly. She stared at the fish, and wondered why she couldn't understand it anymore.

The Tick thought this all sounded a little fishy. "Hello, Rory. Are you in mortal danger right now?"

"There are goldfish in little bubbles threatening my life. They want to talk to you, or something," Rory replied, sounding a bit bored if anything.

"Ah. Then the scout they mentioned is poor RT?" Tick asked.

"Okay, you fishie fiends! Promise me that no harm will come to Rory and I'll meet with you! But be warned. You face... The Tick!"

/No harm will come to The Sidekick if you come to meet us. We do not fear you, fish killer, no matter what you call yourself./

"Okey dokey. I'll be right there!" Tick hung up, grabbed a cup of coffee, and headed out (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhighdorms/483149.html?thread=22952013#t22952013).

After hanging up the phone, The Tick exited his room and walked swiftly towards the courtyard. Judging by Rory's voice, it didn't seem like a running occasion.

"Spoooooon!" He arrived carrying a cup of coffee for Rory. "Hello, there, aquatic villains!" He held up the cup. "Rory, I brought this for you."

Several ships approached the cup to make sure that He Who Killed RT wasn't trying to slip a weapon to The Sidekick. One fish hovered over the cup to peer inside. The steam from the cup immediately began to heat up its ship though and the bubble burst suddenly. It was only with frantic mid-air flopping that the fish kept itself from falling into the hot coffee.

"Thank you, sir!" Rory said, taking the coffee happily and moving it out of the way of the fishies in general. "Yes, they say you killed RT, or something. I don't know. I think they're kind of cute if irritating."

The leader ignored all of this and flew over to threaten The Tick. /He Who Killed RT. Now you will pay for your crime. You have slain one of ours and will die for it./

The leader swooped up out of reach above The Tick. /Warriors! Attack!/ It screamed out in fishie rage.

Without even thinking about it, all of the ships flew toward The Tick.

The Tick braced himself for the fishie assault. "You know, she actually died of some disease she called Tuna Pox. Nobody on earth has even heard of it before. That includes fish. Have you heard of it?"

/Even if that is true, which I doubt,/ The leader cried, /that does not change the insulting way you chose to 'dispose' of RT. For that insult alone you deserve death./

The fish warriors flew toward The Tick in a kamikaze attack attempting to overwhelm him by sheer force of numbers. Many flew in screaming faint battle cries. /For the honor of RT!/, /Death to the drylanders!/, /Fishkind over all!/, /I'm too pretty to die!/, etc.

As they struck him, each ship popped and the fish fell to the ground. Soon, The Tick was very wet and standing in a pile of flopping goldfish.

This only enraged the leader further. Yelling incoherently, it drove its ship directly at The Tick's head. The ship crashed into one of The Tick's antennae and the leader ended up flopping around on top of The Tick's head. /You'll pay!/ it cried. /Others will come. These were just our light assault ships. We have weapons in our arsenal that will bring you to your knees!/

"Egads! Poor goldfish!" Tick ignored the threats and looked around for somewhere to put the grounded fishies. He grabbed the leader off his head and looked at him. "Um, do you have anything I can keep your fallen comrades in before they die, too?"

"Poor fishies," Rory said sadly, sipping her coffee. "I put one in that puddle." She pointed helpfully.

/Torture me all you want,/ the leader raged in a very cracked voice. /I'll never answer your questions!/ He gaped for breath and squirmed in The Tick's grasp.

"Um. I'm not trying to torture you. But, you see, you need water to breath and there are too many fish here for the small puddles we have," Tick reasoned. "So if you have anything that I can put the lot of you in to save your lives, that would be appreciated."

The leader, who was now to dry to speak, just gasped at him.

The puddle though, was not quiet. It started to bubbled furiously. Out of the roiling mass of bubbles, a large shape appeared. As it rose out of the muddy water, it became apparent that it was a large aquarium. Once it was completely clear of the puddle and had begun to maneuver about, one could also see the outboard motor attached to one end.

"WTF?" Rory said, staring.

The Tick's reaction was a bit less surprised. "Thank you, Fishie!" he said as he walked over to the aquarium.

He dropped the leader in the tank and grabbed the aquarium with one arm. "Don't need this," Tick said, pulling the motor off. "I don't know what that was needed for anyway. Okay, fish! Hang in there! Here's a whole bunch of water for you!"

He hurried over and started tossing the fallen goldfish into the aquarium, hoping they hadn't died yet. "SPOOOOON!"

The leader had nothing more to say to The Tick. It just swam down to the bottom of the tank to sulk.

Rory waved at the wee sulking fishie. "Sorry. Nice try, though. I'll get you one of those little castles, maybe. Or a scuba diver!"

"I think that would be nice, Rory," Tick said.

The Tick looked at the aquarium. "Well, first things first, we have to change the water. That stuff is DIRTY! Then we can replace the filter. Maybe get a nice base for you to sit on. You'll look great in the lobby!"

Still holding the aquarium in one arm, he headed back towards the dorms to get this work done.

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