The Sereni-Tree and the Madness of Arkham
POSTED BY: TheRealMe
UPDATED: Sunday, November 6, 2005 04:18
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For some reason, a semiconscious TheRealMe starts to remember long-ago events from the time of the Gala Pageant of Cross-dressing Men, a time that saw the arrival of Cozen and the seven Brides. And the bizzare gowns of leaves, saran wrap, and aluminum foil...
Delerium can be a most strange thing.
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Some place, something is reliving memories….Quote:
Originally posted by ebonezer:
*Ebo jumps on Simons shoulder and uses the bost to get the ball trough the ring. Then she jumps back down and puts her right foot on yellow, thereby forcing TWG into the zone of silly walks!*Quote:
Originally posted by gojiro:
I promise you this: If I ever start a rock band, I'm calling it Faster Loading Treehouse. 
Quote:
Originally posted by PsychicRiver:
Ooh? I'm a tree? Now, for the love of god, will somebody scratch my nose?Quote:
Originally posted by thatweirdgirl:
I'm headin to the bar, give me somehting fun, but not too fruity. Hard and fun. Maybe just a fun glass and a hard drink. Sorry if I ignore you while I have a drink and room to dance.
*shuffles into the middle of the treehouse and shakes it.*Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Sparky, mark off Lifetime Goal #6 for me, please. This is close enough.Quote:
Originally posted by PsychicRiver:
*The beastly thing roars, and squiggles.*Quote:
Originally posted by montanagirl:
*spins spinner*
Right hand green.
*Puts right hand on green dot, kicks ball with right foot, and throws chocolate pie at twg.*Quote:
Originally posted by annik:
True, but with his kilt he should have had enough loft to keep him from hitting the ground too hard.Quote:
Originally posted by Delia:
Y'all are nuts. What we need, and I've said this before, is minions. Terribly attractive, skimpily attired minions.Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
* The Real Me goes to the freezer, pulls out a can of frozen lemonaide concentrate, and hands it to Ebo. *Quote:
Originally posted by Elwoodmom:
Where's my Nekkid Jayne? *toe tapping*
…Quote:
Originally posted by PsychicRiver:
Mother?
...something stirs
www.thatweirdgirl.com
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"...turn right at the corner then skip two blocks...no, SKIP, the hopping-like thing kids do...Why? Why not?"
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Quote:
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
Soul clone? Nonsense! There is no second Soul. Take another look. I'm sure you just made a simple transcribing error.
*Narrows eyes.* Hmm....yes, it appears my brain fried in all the action.
Silly me!
Quote:Well...maybe its a...big forcefield. And...maybe we fell out....of the forcefield. Yeah.
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
And I thought that everyone but Jazaf and his student were clumped together in Jake7's force field.
You're killin me action here!
***
*PR reaches TRM, but before he can move, a figure passes over the sun...putting PR, TRM and the mound of mutants above him into shade.*
*PR looks up, its as if everything is going in slow motion...he hears a mighty roar and sees the leaping figure of*
...Nugget?
*Within seconds, Nugget lands beside PR, then rips into the mutants above TRM and starts pulling them off, tossing them aside, moving quicker than PR ever imagined such a heavy-handed beast could.*
*Suddenly, a hand pops out of the mound, a human hand.*
*As PR reaches for TRM's hand...he hopes that it is firmly attached to TheRealMe's body.*
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."
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TheRealMe has recovered just enough of his senses (not to mention sense of humor) to deploy his novelty joke plastic hand.
TheRealMe, First Officer of the Sereni-Tree
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OOC: Soul-clone? Interesting... 
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Soul continues firing nearly blindly into the ever growing crowd of mutants. One charges too close, so Soul phases his body just as one of the mutant's many sharp tentacles slashes through the space where now only faint molecules occupy. He phases back in and grabs the wicked looking dagger off of his belt and drives it into the neck of the mutant. He pulls the blade through, and nearly decapitates the mutant. It falls to the ground, but just as quickly, another takes its place.
"Gorram! I don't know how much longer I can keep this up!"
Legolas-style, he fires off arrows as quickly as he can, but to his horror, he reaches back into his quiver to find it empty. His eyes narrow. Dropping the bow, he begins to fight with the dagger, the scorpion engraved into the blade quickly obscured by mutant blood. He fights as best he can, both sides of his persona giving their all, his body phasing in and out of this plane of existance. His clothes are no longer recognizable, the result of close calls and blood stains. He fights like he never has before, until his reflexes finally fail him, and he fails to fully phase in time before one of the mutants manages to hit him in the back of the head--
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
http://havenofsouls.blogspot.com/
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Quote:*PR grabs TRM's hand and pulls.*
Originally posted by TheRealMe:
TheRealMe has recovered just enough of his senses (not to mention sense of humor) to deploy his novelty joke plastic hand.
Oh my.
*Frown*
*PR shoves his free hand into the pile of mutants and pulls out one TRM.*
Hi. *PR pulls the gun from the back of his belt and hands it to TRM.*
Here, take this.
*PR runs towards Nugget who extends his hand towards PR. PR steps onto the hand and Nugget launches him high into the air.*
*He lands in a crowd of mutants, and using the novelty joke plastic hand, he backhands a mutant across the face.* Take THAT!
*Kapow!*
*Blazim!*
*Yowza!*
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."
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Soul awakes to the sound of silence. He quickly opens his eyes and jumps to his feet, dagger at the ready.
There are no mutants. There is no fighting.
He finds himself in the middle of a big room, the walls, floor and ceiling all painted an identical depressing shade of grey. He takes a step and hears his footstep echo. The only sound he can hear besides his own movements is coming from in front of him. He walks the length of the room and into a small hallway. The humming he heard grows louder with every step, until he reaches a steel door set into a wall at the end of the cooridoor. He checks for a handle, a doorknob, anything; but there is nothing there.
"Well, it's not like locks have ever stopped me before," he says with a grin.
Phasing his body, he passes through the door, emerging on the other side into what looks like a security office. The wall to his right is occupied with switches and knobs, while the wall to his left holds only a chair. Directly in front of him, however, stretching from the floor to the ceiling, is a bank of computer monitors, each of them focusing on--
"Serenity! PR! TRM! What in the hell?"
Soul pauses and tries to think. As best as he can figure it, somehow the mutant that hit him in the middle of him phasing had inadvertantly made him reemerge in an alternate reality somehow. Then his jaw drops as realization hits him.
"This is reality, where I am right now! This ship is somehow housing an alternate reality, and it uses that to keep everyone on board prisoner. That's why we can't find a way out!"
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Soul, Security Chief of the Sereni-Tree, Captain of Destiny.
Mantichorus: "So is there a reason they call you 'Soul'?"
Soul (after a long pause): "Yeah. Because I have one."
http://havenofsouls.blogspot.com/
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Meanwhile, Somewhere in a Parallell 'Verse;
On board the Tranquli-Bush!
ClairvoyantStream awoke and rubbed his eyes. He left his quarters and headed to the breakfast table. On his way, he met Pin'sEar. He greeted her with a "Hello." and carried on his way.
ClairvoyantStream sat down at the table between ReferToMoiAsTranquility and Cozy.
Today, it was AtlantaGirl's turn to make brekkie. She made a large amount of pancakes.
"Yummoo." said SimoneWhere.
"Yeah, these are great!" said Lasso.
"Well they better be!" said AtlantaGirl, "Cos I got up at the crack of dawn to make em!"
"Well, you needn't slave in the kitchen any longer, AtlantaGirl." Said TheFauxYou. "Because Mouse is washing up!" he continued.
Mouse dropped his fork. "What!?"
Jafar asked Anne to pass the maple syrup, and she did so, kindly. "Thankee." said Jafar.
ReferToMoiAsBum looked up from an empty plate of pancakes. "AtlantaGirl...you got anymore?" he asked.
"Sorry. I'm fresh out." she said, and she sat down at the table next to ThisOddFemme.
Lasso smiled. "Don't worry, Bum, you can have mine."
"Thanks." He replied, with a smile.
Just then, Hazardousat22ND and CastSteelZack entered the room, fully geared up with guns.
"There a problem, boys?" asked TheFauxYou, chewin on his last piece o' pancake.
"You bet there's a problem." said CastSteelJack. "'Pears someones been using my conditioner."
The group gasped as a whole.
"Surely not!" said Fuzz who just entered from the other door, followed by SpiritOfTranquility who said "Thats crazy talk!".
"Say...Iam..." said Hazardousat22ND, eyeing the beautiful young lady. "You're hair's lookin pretty...shiny."
"Why thank you." she replied, with a smile. "But I didn't take your conditioner. I took Pin'sEar's."
"Oh, did you?!" said Pin'sEar, who had just entered from the door behing Iam. "And I was so sure that it must have been TheRainbowSith."
"Hey!" said TheRaibowSith, speaking up.
"My apologies." said Pin'sEar.
"Well it dang weren't me!" Said Rubbish010, in her hillbilly (and in no way ghetto) accent.
"Hey, Rubbish, where's your rubbishorsies?" enquired Drake7.
"Dang!" said Rubbish010, "Lost em again!"
"Mouse!" said Queen Malevolent wagging her finger at the man. "Did you take the conditioner, and pawn it off?!"
"NO!" said Mouse.
"Perhaps it was one of the Grooms?" asked ReferToMeAsTranquility.
"But the grooms are all bald!" said Oboe in her Captainiest of voices.
"True dat, true dat." Said Tranquility, sounding very ghetto.
"Yeah! We only use moisturiser, for our scalps!" said Rocket from beind his thick-rimmed glasses.
"Well, musta been someone!" declared Jafar.
"Oh really?" said CastSteelZack. "And how do we know it wasn't you!?"
"Cos I'm saying so!"
"Well then what about you?" said CastSteelJack, turning to ClairvoyantStream. "You're hair looks like its got a new lease of life to it." "AtlantaGirl's been lending me her curling irons!"
"Oh." muttered Zack.
"He's lying!" shouted Hazardousat22ND! CastSteelZack pulled his deadliest weapon on the ClairvoyantStream; the hairdryer.
ThisOddFemme couldn't be to see her boy's fancy new 'do ruined so she finally cracked.
"ALLRIGHT I ADMIT IT! IT WAS ME! I TOOK THE CONDITONER."
"But...TOF, why? You're hair is perfect." Said Oboe.
"Well...I...I-I thought it was Pepsimilk."
"So that's why you were spitting bubbles!" Said SimoneWhere.
Mystery solved!
PsychicRiver
"Two by two, hands of blue."
"We'll take care of each other. I'll knit!"
"I swallowed a bug."
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“Bravo,” comes a voice from beside him. Soul turns to the wall with the chair to see a screen above it lit with a hooded face. “So you’ve figured it out, have you? Take a look at those screens. Tell me what you see.”
Soul turns back to the bank of screens. On every one of them, all he can see is his friends being beaten back by an endless wave of mutants. He cringes as one of the creatures takes a swipe at Jack, knocking him to the ground. In another screen, TRM is struggling to fire a handgun, but a mutant approaches from behind him and hits him in the back. Then Soul spots Serenity, the pair of katanas in her hands swinging wildly at the creatures. One of them gets close enough to knock her to the side, and Soul finds himself screaming at the screen. He spins back to the face above the chair.
“This has to stop! You’re going to get my friends killed!”
The face chuckles. “That’s the point. I’m sure you’ve heard it already. One must die so that others might live. Well, who is going to die? I’ll let you chose.”
“What?” Soul cries. “You can’t honestly expect me to pick one of my friends for you to kill! I can’t do that!”
“Then they all die!” the face roars. “Either you chose, or they will all suffer the same fate!”
Soul turns back to the screen and stares into the faces of his friends. TheRealMe. PsychicRiver. Jazaf. Deuce. Ath. Lissa. Mai. Safe. Jack. Jake7. Rat. Needleseye. TheGreyJedi. Static. GreekToomey. Monkeytail. PyreFX. NoSkillz. Even Nugget and Shadow. He thinks of those others on the SereniTREE. Eboneser. Cozen. Jet. MontanaGirl. ThatWeirdGirl. SimonWho. XanderLHarris. Bluefishie. Piffle. Elwoodmom. Malicious. Zoid. He thinks of the head of Succotash, and Emma, praying that the others can find her. Then he stares into the face of the one person who means the most to him.
“Serenity…”
Soul turns back to the hooded face, his decision made. “Me.”
“You?” the face asks incredulously. “You would sacrifice yourself to save your friends?”
Soul nods. “I could never choose one of them to die. They are more than friends to me. They are my family.”
There is a long stretch of silence. Finally, the hooded face nods. “Sit in the chair,” it says.
Soul walks over to the chair and sits slowly. “Just tell me that when I’m dead, you’ll let the others go.”
“I’ll let them live,” it replies.
Soul nods and closes his eyes. He focuses inward, and knows without questioning that both sides of his persona are in agreement. Soul thinks hard, praying that he is heard.
PR, I hope you can hear this. One day, I know that you will all understand why I’m doing this. I have too many friends to say an appropriate goodbye to them all. Just…tell everyone how much they mean to me. And PR, could you tell Serenity something for me? Tell her…tell her that I love her. Always.
Soul opens his eyes. “You can kill me now.”
There is no response, except for the sudden and blinding flash of pain as electricity burns through him and—
* * *
Like a switch is flipped, most of the mutants suddenly drop to the ground, dead. The remaining mutants continue their charge, but with the majority dead and no more being created, the odds of the SereniTREE crew surviving jumps dramatically.
PR’s eyes snap open as his mind picks up the final words of SoulOfSerenity.
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OOC: Let me first say that I know it’s a rule that there is no dying in these threads. I’m asking everyone to please make one exception to that rule. I’ve gotten to a point where I don’t think I’ll be able to continue being a part of the SereniTREE. Now don’t get me wrong. I love it here. This place is the most fun I think I’ve ever had, and I’ve made some good friends here. I really don’t want to leave, but I don’t want to be one of those people who just stop posting and fade away. After all, what better way to be remembered that by going out saving all of my friends?
The fact is, the only time I ever had to go online was at work, and now my Internet access is being monitore
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a force reaches out and embraces Soul….my Friend…
www.thatweirdgirl.com
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"...turn right at the corner then skip two blocks...no, SKIP, the hopping-like thing kids do...Why? Why not?"
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