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Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #25 on: April 03, 2019, 08:45:41 AM »
I guess the answer is ‘no’  when two white robes rush me from either side. The olde grab a person by their hands so they can't do anything tactic. The standard move by those wanting to grab a person. Yes that would work on most people but not one trained in Hou Quan, oh and has a tail. Now who would that be? Hmm.... Oh yeah me!

* big monkey girl smile *

At the last very second, before I hope that hands can grab me, I drop! Feet going out in the splits, which of course catches them by surprise. A "What the?" followed by the sound of thunk could be heard as I roll out of the way and into a handstand. "Hello," I say spinning around to face them, still on my hands, as my tail waves to them.  I watch as they get down, wait no get up. Some things are a little confusing when you are upside down, up is down and down is up or is that up is up unless down is up on everything third Thursday in months that end in a letter. Well they stand up or is that down, so confusing, they get up or is that ergh..... Okay I can fix the confusion swirling about with a simple little flip. The world does the vertical spin as hands fly out and Tadah!

"That was amazing," I hear myself say as I curtsy. That last part was pushing it though, which was confirmed when I felt the icy grip....please let it be a hand and not a tentacle. Please....Please....Please.... I don't want suckers on the skin. Okay I am feeling a finger and a finger and a finger and a finger and an opposable thumb. Yay, it's a hand!

Of course in the ruins of madness it could have been a tentacle and it would have fit. What with the madness and everything. Oh mighty Cthlu.....oops I should stop there, copyright infringements and everything, oh and accidentally summoning an ancient God isn't on my to do list today. See I can show you, see not on the list.


But hey since I am being held I should try something fun. Of course I should. SPROING! Up I jump and I can see the robe tracking me with its opening.Don't worry I am not going to fly away, I tell them in my mind. At the highest part of the jump I remove my boots, what did you think I was walking around without something protecting my toesies? Ick gross unless it is a grassy field, then I have to watch out for cow brownies or slugs. Let me tell you, you don't want to step on a slug bare footed. Ick and ick! It squishes and not in a good way either.

Where was I? Oh yeah shoes coming off and stuff. With agility and a side of adorability I do like a twist and something in mid air and grab the robes arm with my feet. The look on the robe was priceless, like 'What? What are you doing? How? No. Stop.', I should have taken a photo for memories. Pause mid move. Pull out smartphone. Take a not selfie, I so should have thrown up the bunny ears behind him. Put it all away and continue.

In one fluid move I bend backwards and down, ergh.......Come on gravity let me have this one.

In the corner of one of my eyes I can see the other white robe, who got thunked, trying to sneak up. Need to time this, I tell myself.  Ergh.... I bend back more and put  my weight into it, I don't want to hear anything about the weight either. I weigh just the right amount for my height and adorability. So blah!

* tongue out *

I hear a "What the?" coming from white robe number one, the one my feet are holding on to, as I flip him up in the air and THUNK right on the top of the other white robe's head. Of course I let go and do a little spin and dance in the air, slipping on my shoes and double knotting them so shoe goblins can't untie my shoe lace, then land.


"That was fun..." I laugh looking around to the other white robes. Yeah there are more of them than me but it feels about right.

"Are you going to get the last lock?" Dee calls out.

"You will have too," I answer back,"the manual should help. I will hold off the white robes."


I hear the sound of a hand slicing through the air, the way it sounds it has the unique sound of heading towards my head or neck. Interesting choice of hand slicing really, only those trained in the martial arts decide to do the hand slices or some call them 'chops'.

Quickly I play it in my mind, the whole turning the head and chop. I don't want to give the white robe the satisfaction of the look of ow on my face. He or she will get all smug and everything, head will inflate and the robe won't be able to stay upright and over they go. Head too big for slapping the monkey girl.

* Dismissive wave *

That I can't have happen.

I can sense the hand coming closer and  I start to estimate the time of impact and come up with, any moment now! Tail to block! Not a fancy parry though, so the hand just goes sort of  bouncing off. It would have been really cool if a ‘use the movement of the hand against itself’ and have it chop the stone at my feet move was done. But nope, my tail did the whole absorb the movement a little and just stopped the hand. Maybe it was afraid of the robes nails, they did look like they needed to be trimmed.

"Oh hi there Mr or Mrs Chop someone when they aren't looking," Quickly I bounce up onto the tip of my tippy toes, like a ballerina. Then start to spin around, again like a ballerina, behind the white robe.

Don't ask me how, the tail is a mystery to me sometimes too. Many of nights I spent talking to it, it sits there telling me stories of its adventurers and I sit there amazed and a little lost. Aren't you attached to my butt? How did you do all of those… Anyways the tail pulls or pushes back on the man's hand, SPROINGING it back at white robe's face I think. As the hand goes back, one of mine goes forward in the standard ninja art of the shoulder chop. Wacha!

* Double twin two hand, but not the same person's hands, chop!?*

Down goes the white robe, crumpling into a pile of unconsciousness. My leg swishing over the robes head umm..... let's go with head. I spin one more time like a cute ballerina. If I had a tutu that would have added some flair, but look at my outfit, does a tutu go with it? Nah...Okay maybe, but tutus and ruins don't mix. Bad things happen when they get together. What you want an example? Umm....the Minotaur.

You see, it has long been forgotten, that someone wore a tutu into the ruins they call a 'maze'. Really not too much to a maze, I hear. A bunch of turns and that is all. But I hear someone wore one in and the gods didn't like it so blam! Minotaur create to keep the tutus out of ruins. Honest monkey with that one, I think I made it up somewhere. Seriously have you seen a Minotaur wearing a tutu, nope. So that means..... Minotaurs don't like tutus, so they  enforce the no no tutu rule in ruins. Makes sense, that and they probably can't find one in their size either.

But down the robe goes, crumpling to the floor. I spin once and freeze, staring at the other white robes, well. In the place I am staring at, there are others of course.  I wiggle my toes at them, a foot hi, "Next."

((Next? What is next? A banana milkshake? Have a told you that those are really good? Like banana gold. Find out what is next Well next time.))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #26 on: April 05, 2019, 09:57:15 AM »
Nothing, they don't come running or nothing. I know I just took out three of their friends in moments. But come on.... There is only one of me and.... Quickly I look back over one of my shoulders towards Dee, who is still working on the lock, then back at the white robes. It makes sense that she doesn't have the lock open yet, what with explosions at the molecular level and everything, just being careful and that is good. I can handle the white robes and so far it has been fun.


I pop up and laugh. My tail enjoying the ride as I spin around. Fun fun come one, come all. Ok maybe not all, some would be good. Spin. Spin. Spin. Like a little ballerina.

Suddenly toe meets an unmovable object and the spinning turns into wild flailing. "What the......" Followed by the sound of monkey girl falling to the ground. "Ow!"   

Quickly I turn around to see what the toes hit and only see Dee's bass laying there. Come on… It can't be that heavy. It must have been an invisible miniature hippo or something,  I tell myself as I quickly get up and reach for the bass, making sure the white robes were still at a safe distance away, "Dee I am going to get your urgh...."


I expected a little bit of weight, but the bass measured somewhere close to 'You are never going to pick this up'. Okay that was with one hand, I will give that to the guitar  maybe it braced itself just right and made itself really hard to pick up. Two hands then! I grab the neck of the guitar with both and pul....Ergh!!!! Veins start to pop out of my forehead as glisten forms and runs down forehead. Ergh!!!!

Lights start to flash in my head.

* Warning warning reaching maximum Ergh limit. If the proper procedure isn't followed an embarrassing sound will be released from the bottom area. *

Wait? What? I don't want that... Carefully I let go and take a step back, I don't need any embarrassing sounds.


"Give me a moment..." I tell the white robes without looking at them. With one foot I try to nudge the bass, nothing, it is like trying to nudge a house. All push and no give.Maybe if I kick it? Nah, I don't think Dee would like that and knowing my luck I would come back with a broken foot.

I could try distracting it? Attack it with my teeth. You know the attack of nom. The massage of the proper amount of brushed and flossed teeth. The guitar will relax and pop! But....looking around who knows what type of germs are on it now, look at the floor and the twenty second rule is long gone.  Probably the four hundred thirty two thousand one is too, so germ city. They probably have set up cities, lite rail systems and amusements parks already. So teeth to base neck is now blah.

A crane? Not the right season for those, wait wrong type of crane. Couldn't get one in through the doorway. A wench? I would need to bolt that to something and I doubt the white robes would appreciate me punching holes into the floor. A dinosaur? Interesting but where would I find one other on a island somewhere. I could get all sympathetic, but what would the white robes think of me?

Leaves me one choice really, "Dee what is up with your bass?"


"What?" Dee paused for a moment as she worked on the lock.

Quickly my tail whips around and points down towards the bass sitting on the floor, "Your reckenbacker.... Why can't I pick it up?"

"Oh that, there is a couple of reasons actually.

The first is that it is really heavy. The group got its name from it actually, 'Spinebreaker'. I had a hard time picking it up the first time, holding it up for any amount of time was out of the question. There was no way, my muscles started to scream after the first minute or two. It wasn't a quiet scream either. I have let others try and basically after the first moment they had to put it down. You know It is interesting to see a weightlifter having to put Spinebreaker down, complaining it is to heavy.

Even if you manage to keep it up, you would have a hard time even strumming the strings. They are wound up so tight that I have seen them not even bend sometimes when something heavy was press against it. Talking about sharp, I went through picks like they were nothing at the beginning. Plastic ones were garbage. Metal ones were worn out at the end of each song. I finally had some custom ones made but I can't tell you what they are made of either. Those will last for a concert, but it depends on the songs I play really. Some smiths are trying to forge me a new set now. Oh and picking the strings, that is hard too. The first time I tried it, I ended up in the hospital. Paper cuts are nothing compared to what those strings can do to a person. Probably can slice the shadow off of you if they wanted too.

Where or who made it is still unknown, trust me I looked. Between shows I follow leads that pop up and all lead to dead ends. Almost like the universe is trying to hide its creation from everyone. Sometimes I kid around and say the bass was built by the gods themselves and the world just goes quiet.

That's just the physical too. Look under the bridge, there is an inscription there and  if you look under the frets you can see ones there too. Not sure what they say, no one does. All I or anyone else can figure out is that it looks Scandinavian but older. Touching it, you can feel the power coursing through the bass, even when it isn't plugged in. You are lucky, it could have sent you flying across the room in a show of power.

In fact, a stage hand touched it once and it sent him flying across the stage. Maybe the base didn't like him or something.  He was never the same after that, he kept saying he saw musicians that had passed away, eventually we had to let him go when I caught him talking to the bass.  One guy managed to pick it up for a moment, a musician and a bass guitar player that could teach me lessons, one moment up and the next the guitar was crushing his hand against the stage. No one could move it off of his hand except me. Why I don't know but maybe it is something with the inscriptions.

So yeah several reasons why you couldn't pick it up. Physical and magical. I know only that a couple can, they are gods in their own rights too. "

"So how did?" I ask motioning back to the white robes.

"Check the big guy out, wearing gloves on both hands. That probably protected him and he has muscles to spare so he has the strength. Probably hoisted the amp too. You could always go ask him."


"I could couldn't I?" I say standing back up,"He doesn't look to talkative but maybe a smile will get him to open up. Be right back."

Behind me, Dee brought a hand up and dropped her face into it, "I was just kidding."

"It is a good idea, why wonder when I can go straight to the source and Mr. Big probably has the information," I say with a nod of my hand. The two white robes standing to either side of the big guy start walking towards me in a non friendly manner.  Closer and closer we get to each other and I give them a friendly smile and thrust my hands out in front of me,"Take me to you leader."

((What? I think that is a dramatic ending for now... mwhaha. Until the next post that is.))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #27 on: April 08, 2019, 08:30:20 AM »
I guess at that moment the two robes gave each other a questionable look, kind of hard to tell with robes. So emotionless sometimes and hard to read. What with no faces or anything, just a deep cowl.

One shrugs and does some arm movements that I guess is communicating. A form of sign language maybe, bend arm this way and a little that way and it means hamburger with ketchup. Bend it this way and shake it means hold the pickles. Then if you take both arms and do something like this, oh by the banana gods! Why didn't someone tell me before I did it. I probably insulted someone somewhere somehow. I can't believe I...I will need to clean my arms out with soap. Dirty gesture, a simple little arm movement and blam! You motioned me to do what? Grrr.....grrr....spit and hiss.


Something was communicated though, because one decided to reach out and try to touch me. Personal space white robes, did your parents or whatever robes have not teach you any better.

* imaginary shake of head *

Of course that is when I needed to show them something in my hand. A bug? Nope! A pebble? No, but I could get plenty here. What could it be? A white robe hand, I think a hand, starts to come down and at the last moment monkey girl smiles and flips hands over.

That is when the white robe stops and thinks, what does she have in her hand? I just know he does or maybe ow I just bite my tongue. Maybe the later hopefully the former. Maybe it could be a coin that I didn't pull from behind his robe ear. I know he has to be asking himself what does she have in her hand now, it is eating at him like a piranha. Nom nom nom.

I try, honestly I do, to fight off the giggles. I know what is in my hand.... "Wanna guess?"

The robe just stands there doing nothing before his friend nudges him. It looks like he is about to say something.Will this be the first time someone hears a white robe talk? Queue the recorders! Yes go ahead… Then nothing, no spooky white robe voice saying "There is a coin in your hand. Boo,...."


Suddenly I open my hands revealing a little rod. Harmless looking, a baby rod some might say. The white robe looks back to the other and I think I hear them chuckling. If they only knew. With monkey girl like reflexes I grasp the rod and like hyper turbo super fast it extends out to something more in the staff direction and look there is a signature there too.

The look on the white robes is....well I think surprise. Maybe I should look it up in the Boy Scout manual. Lick finger and flip. Flip. Flip and one more flip. Okay several more top. Oh look the many expressions of White Robes. Happy, sad, shocked, pleased, full of robe self, dreaming, unconscious, which is my favorite shhhhhh, and countless others. Well not countless but look at the moment I am in. I mean I am imagining this sequence this time. I wouldn't just get the manual out in any moment like this, duh.

The staff starts spinning slowly at first like an airplane propeller, minus the propeller of course. Also I could probably crank it up to five, then take off the parking brake and shoot towards the robes and the big guy. That would surprise them, a major ‘what the’ moment. But that kind of stuff is hard on the wrist, the fingers and any part associated with the hands too. Good for a one off party trick, look how fast I spin this toothpick. Flip! Watch out!!!! But not good for well not the middle, let's say the sort of after the beginning and not really in the middle yet part. So no level five spinning.


I watch as the white robes take a step back and I of course take a step forward. They take another step and of course I follow. Another step and wait a moment, monkey sense tingling. Within the wink of the an eye the staff flies out and POP! Then continues to spin like nothing happened. The white robe in the front head jerks to the side and wobbles back. While the one in the back looks confused, what just happened to its friend? Or maybe it is lonely and feels left out, easily, the staff stops and POP, fixed. The robe in the back looks dazed now. I bet it is asking itself what just happened and not getting any answers other than stars and birds circling it's head. Don't feed the daze birdies  or they leave a mess.

"Are you two ready?"

((Ended with a question. How devious... now you have to wait to see what the answer is.))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #28 on: April 10, 2019, 09:39:40 AM »
The two white robes look questionable as they stand there, maybe I whapped them too hard? Oh no, maybe their marbles are still bouncing around in their heads. That isn't good, once you get marbles going they just roll and roll. Getting under feet and tripping up thoughts. I just wanted to......well bring their 'A' game, hopefully I didn't knock them down below 'Z'. That would be bad. Should I apologize? I am sorry I whapped you too hard, I thought a little tap wouldn't be bad. Maybe I should...


Suddenly the big guy did some type of arm thrust, which I could feel from way back here and the white robes straightened up. What the? He is behind them so how did they know? In a blink his pointer finger is out and pointing at......

I turn around a little.Who is he pointing at and does he know that it isn't nice to point? Is he pointing at Dee? I mentally draw a line, dashed of course, from his fingertip. Close to Dee but not dead on. So who or what then? Oh wait the slushie machine, that makes sense, wait what? Since when is there slushie machines in ruins? Where would you find a electrical socket for it?


Yes the interior designer could have gotten creative and got things worked out but come on this doesn't even fit now. Unless the flavors' names were like 'Rubble Raspberry' or "Peach pit trap' or something close. "Which flavor?" I ask turning back towards the big guy, oh and the other two white robes. It pays to be nice, yes they are the bad guys but I don't want them to be thirsty.

The big guy shakes his cowl and points again. "What I can't read fingers or the arms their attached too. Can't you just speak?" Silence is my answer and so is the movement from the white robes.

Now I get it, the big guy is the brains and brawn. The little guys are disorganized until the big guy steps up. This changes everything and takes the boring and puts it on its head.

Let's see what happens now.


Wow they are even moving differently now,, impressive show of control by the big guy.

* imaginary nod of approval*

With just an arm thrust and pointing of a finger he told them to straighten up. Just think if he used two fingers, okay that sounded like sarcasm. Bad monkey girl, time to get back to the moment.

Quickly I do the catch up, two white robes now moving differently. Like ninjas almost, hands up in some ninja like pose. If ninja throwing stars coming flying out of their sleeves color me impressed, that would be red too. Time out let me look at the crayons, oh yes here it is. See impressed, I knew there was a crayon called impressed. Oops forgot about the big guy in front of me, silly me.


Cautiously, I glance from side to side, a white robe on either side of me. Wait where did they get the swords from? Pause the moment. Let me review the replay. I see no hints of sword sheaths at any moment. No weird folds in the robes or anything, one moment nothing and the next, long sharp metal things in hand. The referees are considering throwing the penalty flag, they just need to dec........oh it looks like they came to decision.

*TWEET! No penalty being called. We think it will make for a cool fight scene. TWEET!*

Can't argue with that, it might be a cool fight scene. Let's go with it. What is the worse it can happen? Then dial it back a couple steps from that. No sharp things poking the monkey's butt please. You and you stop giggling to yourselves. I meant swords, spears and stuff that would make me go Ow!!!

"You robes ready?"


They come at me like fleas to a dog, hopping and bopping, swords a blaze if you could set a sword a blaze. The manual says to coat it in napalm and hope none of it gets on yo,  by the way. Wait ablaze sounds wrong for a sword let's say ashwinging, the swords come ashwinging and ching ching.

I can feel the blows of the swords in my arms and wow in I would give it a four in a scale between one and five. One being 'Did something just hit me?' to five being 'Hey I needed that arm!' So I was at 'Ow Ow Ow'. Think wooden roller coaster with tight seats and how you are shook to death sometimes, that is how my arms felt. Like a boing minus the sproing so it felt like a choing.

I take a couple steps back, shaking my arms, as I try to get the feeling back into them. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" When I hear the familiar, well not too familiar sound of a sword slicing through the air. Unless one robe decides to turn against the other, I knew where the sword was heading, towards me! Eep!

Quickly I toss the staff up in the air as I drop to all fours, my tail tucking itself close to the ground. The sword swishes over my head and I can see the robe adjusting his stance just right, legs further apart to get that just right I will cleave you in two swing, to swing downwards towards the monkey girl.

((Dramatic moment to stop for now. Nail bitting mwhahahaha))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #29 on: April 12, 2019, 09:17:59 AM »
Perfect, I think to myself as I dive forwards between the robe’s legs. The sound of the sword hitting stone following me. Robe must be regretting that move now, I didn't like two swords on staff, he won't like sword on stone.

My movement is fluid, dive to roll then a spin then stand facing the back of the robe. Oops forgot to add one little part. The top of the underwear in my hands, that is important really. You see as I spun and started to stand. I grabbed the bottom of the robe's robe, hoping there wasn't something to ick underneath. Slime monster to very hairy man, both turn the tummy on the ick meter. I threw the bottom up and took a chance, please please please. Yes! I silently cheer to myself when I see the the signs of underwear, my hands fly to the elastic band and without any thought yank it straight up.

* Ninja art of the atomic wedgie *

I yank so hard it not only stretches the band as far as it can but it also lifts the robe off the ground a little. My teeth grit as I stand there for a moment, stretching my arms up and up, way up. Like up there, no not there, up there.

* mentally points towards the ceiling *

I hear a whimper as I watch the band stretch. Through closed eyes of course, I am not going to look at someone's undies.  Really not sure if it is coming from the band or robe, I should ask some questions afterwards to find out. I can just imagine the scene the robe crumpled on the floor, it's undies stretched across the width of the room. "Would you mind answering a couple questions as you lay there. It would help wedgie research and whatever information you can supply would improve wedgies in the future. Thank you, first question..."

After what seems like hours, but I am sure is only a second, I let the robe's undies go and watch as the robe crumples to the floor. The ninja wedgie attack always works, unless of course the other person/creature/robe/ick/whatever doesn't have undies then it just fails.

With a little move, I flip a hand out at just the right moment to catch my staff. For a brief moment, I close my eyes and bow my head before turning to the other robe.



Really is that the best I can do? Hi? Really? Ugh, maybe if I ask nicely the robe, he will let me take it back or switch to something more appropriate for the scene, I can add the puppy dog eyes and may be he will....No, no if I ask, I will owe him then and everyone knows once you owe a white robe a favor it is hard to pay it back. Next time I should take a moment and think before speaking, then I can do something dramatic like a laugh.

Mwhahahha, Did you see how easily your fellow robe fell? You are next, run or an atomic ninja wedgie is in your future. Nah, that is too villain like.  Can't do that. Mark that off the list of one idea.

* Mental note to self, figure out something cool and wow. *

The robe flips the sword upside down and then stabs it into the ground. He does know that that isn't good for the sharp pointy end of the sword. Easy math really, Stone plus pointy tip equals not so pointy tip and well a stuck sword sometimes. Not a good thing to do in the middle of a confrontation really, who taught this robe? Swords go in sheaths not stones, easily confused I know, what with both sounding sort of similar and starting with 'S'. It, the robe, takes a pose, one hand out, ready to strike and one leg in front of another. The common pose of one who knows karate.

Without taking my eyes off the robe, I let go of the staff and let it fall  backwards for my tail to catch, "Take this." My tail nodes in response and easily grabs the staff as it falls into its grip, I don't even watch as it spins the staff around itself before slipping it back into my bag, of course making it small as it does, of course.


I could mimic the robe's pose, stance or whatever you want to call it. But why? Need to do something though. Hmm.... Something that says I am here and ready. *snap* Got it! I quickly do the wave with my arm, pop and lock style, then to make sure he knows, I do the reverse. That should let the robe know.

((It is time for some Kung fu fighting. Well sort of))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #30 on: April 15, 2019, 08:47:38 AM »
Yep! Robe is ready. You know how I can tell, he is attacking. He is fast for a robe as blow after blow comes in, I think I will have a couple bruises in the morning. Lucky hits. Ow! Another lucky one. Okay this guy is good with his hands.

He goes for a blow to the face, which is a no no, I mean come on look at it. Why would the thought even cross a person's mind to even think about hitting my face?  The nerves... Everyone knows you don't hit a girl in the face, unless she deserves it and I of course don't deserve it. The fist closes the distance *imminent collision detected* and bend over backwards, literally, to dodge it.


Quickly, I try to correct the moment by flipping up on my hands, about half way into the flip I feel something on one of my ankles. Something that I don't like feeling. Something that stops the flip,

How in the…

The robe thinks it has me, it does sort of, but let's try something. One… Two… Three... Quickly I try something different, I flip to the side but use the robes arm to pivot around. I know risky but worth a try. As I start to rotate I hear a pop coming from the robe's wrist, at least I think it is the wrist, followed by its grip on my ankle going away, It worked!

It use the momentum to my advantage and end up back on my feet, a good position to end up back on. I thought I could take a moment and collect my thoughts but nope, the rober is a kicker too!


"Ow stop kicking my butt!" I keep repeating as kick after kick connects in the general area of my butt. My tail tries to defend but to no success. "I said..." I say as I jump up," stop kicking my butt," and ending up standing on the robe's legs. One after another I hop from one leg to the other as the rob kicks. If he does a spinning kick, I am in trouble!

"This is fun and all," I say as I keep jumping, tempted to see if I can rotate around one of the robe's legs just to do something different but deciding against it. As another kick comes flying in, I land and jump towards the robe, flipping as I pass overtop of it. Feet come flying out and connect with the back of the robe which causes him to fly across the room and into the slushie machine, "but I am here to talk to the big guy," I say as my tail motions towards the big guy in the room.


I stand there waiting to see what the white robe will do, maybe offer me a slushie? That would be nice of him, it or whatever the robe is. Adventuring sort of makes you thirsty, really they should consider putting drinking fountains in ruins for the benefit of the adventurers. I think they would become more popular really and not have all the negative connotations that ruins have. You know the usual ones for ruins; not nice to go to, full of rubble and riffraff and not too friendly. If they had drinking fountains and maybe snack stations it would turn the image of ruins around. Yes the  inhabitants would have to watch how much they sample the snacks though, a fat blob monster does not scream scary to anyone since it would be overweight and probably out of shape. Well in shape, if blobby is shape.


Yeah no slushie though, must be self serve. Quickly I turn to the big guy and give him a smile, "Give me a second k?" I run over to the machine and turn back around,"Do you  want one? No? Okay." Then hum to myself as I look at the various flavors and think of the consequences of each. Okay they got blueberry, which while tasting good would make my tongue and lips blue. Cherry which will make my tongue glow a bright red, still good though. Cola flavored which is brown, while refreshing it makes me wonder f it would make my tongue turn brown. Ick! No can't take the risk with that one. Oh a bright green next to that one which could be either watermelon or sour apple, let's see hmm..... yes sour apple. A lip puckerer if it is strong enough. Do I want to risk a green tongue to find out though? Need to think about that. Next is grape, purple tongue and what would happen if the grapes fermented before being slushiefied. *hic* My name is *hic* Nichole Anne *hic* Smith, it is a *hic* pleasure to.....*and pass out* can't risk that. "Give me one more moment please," I say to the big guy,"got one more flavor to..." Oh my monkey am I seeing things, banana split. These ruins rock!

((Time our for a banana split. The best type of time out.))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #31 on: April 17, 2019, 09:20:15 AM »
Quickly I grab the biggest cup that I can find, gigantic muy mas super max biggie tall size, not going to pass up sucking down banana gold. As I push down the lever I ask over my shoulder, "Are you sure you don't want any? All I am hearing is silence and you might regret it later. Your choice really..."


Happily I hum as the cup fills, bobbing up and down. This is going to be great, I can't wait.... Quickly I find a straw and puff into it, the little straw sleeve flying off to somewhere. Over there I think, I can see it unless it is someone else's. Then I spin the straw around a finger before slipping it into the slushie.

I start to suck on the straw as I spin around, the flavor making my taste buds cry with happiness. This tastes like heaven in a cup, two opposable thumbs up. I take a couple steps towards the big guy, so happy that I almost smile but that would be messy, when I am suddenly psychically attacked. Cold pain starts to freeze my brain as I double over. Argh!!!!!


Carefully I put the cup down before bringing my hands up to my head. Ow ow ow ow. I try to think warm thoughts to fight against the psychic attack. Puppies, Kittens, meadows and other warm things.  Nothing is working, the big guy's mental powers are too much, this is how he controlled the white robes, mental freezing. Diabolical!


One moment I was being mentally ice cubed and the next nothing. Slowly I reach for my slushie again and take a long sip. Really good I will......argh another mental attack. It feels like my brain is being frozen! No..... Quickly I bring my hands up to my head and start to rub either side. "Warm up....Warm up.,...Warm up......"

Just like that the ice forming on my brain is gone. "I am not falling for your tricks slushie," I say accusing at the slushie as I pick it up, "I will take smaller sips of you that is all"


With slushie in hand I stand, take a smaller no brain freeze sip, "Okay now back to you," I say pointing the cup at the big guy. The big guy responds by flicking a finger at me, instantly the cup just explodes in my hands.


With one hand I wipe the slushie from in front of my eyes as my tail shakes the slushie out of it. "That wasn't nice...." I growl as I crush what is left of the cup, "Not nice at all...."

"Why did you do that for?" I yell at the big guy, licking the slushie off my hand while not taking my eyes off him. Giving him a nasty not so happy look, a grrr look. "I asked if you wanted one and you didn't say anything. Then you make mine explode in my hand. That isn't nice. Say something!"

I stood there expecting something, even I am sorry but nope. Just arm and hand movement. "What are you trying to say, I am not trained in the art of arm and hand language. What?" Standing there finishing off the slushie mess, I watch as the big guy's arm just fly around, doing all kind of weird arm positions in ways arms shouldn't bend. What? How? Ok?

"Okay, Okay...I understand you now, you are a doodoo head."

((Doodoo head. Will leave it right there.))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #32 on: April 22, 2019, 07:59:02 AM »
That froze the big guy instantly, I should have been scared really. He was big, no I exaggerate, he was gigantic. With a fist he could squash me like a grape. SQUISH! He wouldn't even feel me squishing either. He towered over me and was huge like this huge. Ugh, I can't reach that far, but he was huge. Oh and no neck. The robe's cowl basically started at the shoulders and well ended there too. Nothing for a head at all.

Oh my monkey, a headless robe person! Now think about how could his head have been taken off, hmm........ A really bad soap accident? That would be bad. A severe being smacked in the butt by a wound up towel? Hit so hard his head popped off. SNAP! POP! Then there could have been this and then that other thing too. Maybe he has a really really small neck or his head is more towards the front like a rhino, does he have a horn. Could he be a... No I don't see a horn, so there goes the idea of a rhino walking on two legs. I so need to find out now, what is hidden under the robe? Who is the big guy, well if he won't talk that will make harder to find out WHO he is, but I would  know that he looks like. That is at least something I can work with. Also I could snap a photo of the big guy and post it on the Internet and go, who is this? Someone would know.


"I will know," I say as I lick the last slushie off my hand, "I will know who the doodoo head is."


Standing there, I got the impression of a old time shoot out in the Wild West. I laugh to myself, "Where are you tumbleweed?" I ask jokingly. There is no way that a tumbleweed could get down here, the logistics alone is staggering. Shipping it in just for what? The tumbleweed experience? Come join the fun at the tumbleweed experience, feel the emotions as one goes rolling by. I don't think.....

I am stuck in mid thought or something close to mid thought as a tumbleweed rolls by. Did it just laugh at me? Of course like all tumbleweed do, right when it got out of sight it just disappeared.  Those things must either go invisible or have teleporting capability, once I am done here I will need to look into it.

*Mental note to self - self look into tumbleweeds and what is up with them.*


"Let's get this party started," I whisper to myself right as I hop once or twice before running towards the big guy, yeah I know not to smart. But hey, why not? It was getting boring just standing there and I think my tail was falling asleep too. Don't say you weren't tail, I heard the snoring.

Feet hit ground in a rapid succession as the distance between us closes. Wow he looks bigger up close, way bigger. Getting second thoughts here and now third and fourth thoughts. Not good, I don't think I can see the top of him now.

Suddenly a very thick column comes erupting towards me, no wait that is the big guy's fist. Eep! At the last moment, last possible one even, I jump up just enough so the fist goes rushing under me. The pressure from the fist alone is like a train running by, thankfully I am aerodynamically built and don't get sucked back in front of the fist. Without even thinking, I wrap my arms and legs around the arm behind the fist, a good location I would say, and give the big guy a smile, "Hi..."

I would say he gives me the 'what the?' look in return but I can't, what he does give me is the ride of a lifetime. It reminded of that time when I rode the Bulls at Pamplona.  Fun times, fun times. You see anyone can run in front of them, dressed in white with a red scarf or something, but ridding them is so much more fun.  Running behind them is more dangerous I think, what with the bull brownies. Those will ruin a pair of shoes with a splat and ew gross.


There I was riding the big guy's arm as he shook and shook and everything else under the sun. It was so much fun. There was that one time where I thought he had me. But I had my feet wrapped around and locked, arms up in the air waving my imaginary ten gallon hat and having fun, "Come on little big guy, woohoo!"

The shaking went on for a while, looking back once, I think I could see that my tail was getting a little green. Then it just stopped, no slowing down like the mechanical Bulls or warning grunts from real ones. Just an immediate stop, think an err...... CRASH type stop.

The forces of gravity kicked in immediately, preventing me from finding a slot to put a coin in to start the ride over. I could feel it pulling me back down around the arm and I waved to the big guy as I disappeared from site, "Bye."

I hung there for a moment before dropping my hands and letting go, right into a handstand. Followed by a spin then a roll backwards and finally into a standing position facing the big guy.

I laughed, "That was fun!"

((The fight continues....))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #33 on: April 24, 2019, 08:33:55 AM »
You expect things when you are in a middle of a fight and fun size, not short or vertically changed, fun size. Say it with me fun size or practically perfect sized. Either one is good.

* mental nod *

Okay back to the moment, What do you expect when you are practically perfect size?

Fist comes down and squish goes the smaller person or just thump them on top of the head so they see stars. Neither are practically nice really. It's like hey they are smaller so we won't use our sword, replace sword with weapon in hand of course, we will just thump them. Not a big fan.

But the big guy tried something different, a foot stomp. I am small but not that small jeez. I saw the movement in the leg, kind of hard to miss it when you are eye level with it and reacted accordingly. By setting my hands to stun and then quickly punching the.... No no and not in the mood to box at the moment. But I did fall backwards and do the splits really wide so the big guy's foot stomped where I was, perfectly on target too, but I was more not there anymore. He followed the foot stomp by another and another. It was fun tumbling around on the ground dodging his one foot.

An idea formed as I tumbled away, after another STOMP. BOINK! With one hand, spinning in the air with the other, I reached in and found the copper I was looking for. "I am sorry," I whisper to no one in particular as I come to a stop and look up at the big guy. With a big smile, that brightens the room, I position the penny right under me and sit there cross legged with my tail slowly swaying behind me.

I watch the foot go up and I wait. I watch as the foot starts to come down and I wait. Yawn yawn. Look a shiny pebble! I reach for the shiny pebble and roll out of the way. Quickly I reach back and yank my tail out of the way, why it didn't follow me is beyond me, maybe it was slow after a big lunch  and needed to wait thirty minutes before having fun who knows. All I know is that it doesn't like being flattened and needed a friendly yanking out of the way.

STOMP! Goes the big foot, rattling the ruins' floor. Quickly I glance back to where the foot stomped and I saw it glittering there. Yes! I shoot a hand out and scoop up the piece of copper. "Thank you," I say appreciatively,"I always wanted a squished penny and now I have a collector's one from the Ruins of Madness. Thank you so very much."

* smile and nod *   

That is when I hear a strange sound coming from the big guy, that catches my attention . A mix between grinding, chattering and growling. Okay, strange.....


Wait a second, big guy wouldn't expect....Quickly I put the squished penny into my bag and HIYAH! THUMP!!! Ow! Ow! Ow! I pull back my hand and my poor crying fingers. What is this... It felt like I just punched a....Ow............

Okay just shake it off, my poor little fingers, maybe I just hit armor. Yeah that is it! Tricky big guy wore armor on a leg. He lured me in by stomping with one leg so I would think the other is unprotected. Tricky....Well now I am onto you....HIYAH! THUMP!!! Oh my monkey ow!!!

No , both legs are armored and my fingers can attest to that. Ow! Ow! Ow!

I pause the Ow when I see the big guy shifting, warning lights go off in my head, quickly I jump backwards. The turbulence of the fist flying by pulls my tail forwards and the cracking of stone causes it to shoot back out of fear. Did he just? The stone just! With his! How the? Luck? No... Well maybe. But how?

How did he pick the one weak stone in the whole room. Could he have set this up? I look down for a moment. No odd colored stones like in cartoons and no big 'X' like in pirate maps. So how? Before I could get my imaginary magnify glass out and go all Sherlock on the stone I feel the pressure building again.

‘There is a storm a brewing. It's raining fists hallelujah, wait no not hallelujah.’

I somersault backwards as the fist comes down and with a massive CRACK, it hits the ground. It is sort of hard to miss the ground but I think he was aiming for something, well someone less rocky. I don't even think, which get me into trouble sometimes and just run towards the fist and wrap my arms and legs around it. The big guy can’t punch me if I am on his arm, think about it, he might punch and miss the monkey girl and hit his own arm. Who would be so stupi....

* thrust imaginary arm out as I shake imaginary hand and close imaginary eyes and rub imaginary face with other imaginary hand.*

Don't tell me...

Fifth floor housewares and around the neck area. Oh this is my floor! Sorry, excuse me oops. I jump off towards the big guy and HIYAH! THUMP!!! Okay that was suppose to be a sort of a soft spot, a pressure point even. But I didn't feel anything soft. Pressure point? Must have way too much pressure, like hundreds of pounds over. Rock hard. Must be full of stress from leading all of the white robes and his muscles are all tense. Poor guy, I feel bad for him.

As I control fall to the floor, I reach into my bag and let my fingers do the walking though the Boy Scout manual. BOINK! There it is, I tell myself when I feel a small piece of paper. I take it between two fingers and throw it at the big guy, "Here I have never been to whoever is on the card but I am sure they can help you with all the stress and tense muscles." Of course I expected him to catch it with a hand, maybe say  ‘thank you’ as he stretched some muscles. But no.....

I watch as the card hits against the big guy's chest and then falls to the floor. An offer for a free massage discarded without even a glance. The masseuses of the world probably took that as an insult too.

Grrrrr........ Well a cute and adorable grr......


He just stands there and nothing. Humph! Double humph! Triple humph! Sucking the fun out of this. I reach into my bag and give the big guy a smile. time for a....

* ninja art of distraction *

I toss what I have in my hand towards the big guy. Shhh.... Fireworks hehehe. The little cylinders with wicks go tumbling towards the big guy. Oh he didn't see this coming. POP! SNAP! POP  and several more snaps and pops! The air is quickly filled with tiny puffs of smoke. SNAP! POP! SNAP! More fireworks of course then the finale, bottle rockets. Zip! Zip! Zip! Zipping all over the place filling the room with more smoke. Zip! Zip! Zing! Wow that one was close. Zip! Zip! Oh and zip!

Suddenly out of the smoke I appear with my staff in hand, in both hands actually but you get the point. I would rate it as dramatic in the dramatic scale. Me erupting from the smoke , staff over my head. Jaw dropping dramatic I would say. *nod* . Too add to the dramatic I yell "Meatballs and spaghetti!", wait no no I yelled “Surprise!" as I bring the staff down. THUMP! My swing is stopped and I just hang in midair for a moment.  All points of being dramatic lost in a thump.

Maybe if I just push a little harder, I tell myself and start to push down on the staff which is kind of hard to do when you are hanging in mid air, no leverage really. But I give it my all, I can see the staff bending.... Come on big guy just fall. Come on..........

Like a spring the staff recoils and I go flipping backwards, gracefully I might add, landing halfway across the room staff still in hand. Quickly spinning it behind me, maybe if I...."Can you please drop down to one knee?"

((Thought I would end with a question, like a dramatic pause but lighter. Until next time....))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #34 on: April 26, 2019, 09:04:41 AM »
Silence fills the room as I wait for an answer. So silent I can hear crickets chirping which means it must be pretty quiet since they sounded like tall medium sized dwarf crickets often seen in grasslands. It is easy to identify them really, they have a distinct chirp that goes sort of like this and well a little like that. Once you figure out what you are hearing,  it becomes easier to identify it as a tall medium sized dwarf cricket. Anyway back to the moment of silence.

Through that whole talk about crickets the big guy just stands there, I was hoping he finally decided and would have dropped to a knee. But nope! Suddenly he reaches across with one hand and takes the robe, then dramatic rip reveal. Gasp! Swoon!

No swoon just a gasp as the robe dramatically falls to the floor. Okay this makes sense and makes no sense at all. Well the thumping does now at least but the rest no. I mean look at it. Look at it! How would you explain that to your friends. You know I saw something unbelievable today until I saw it, let me tell you about it.


I am seeing it and don't believe it, since when did they? And how do they? I mean, come on, how is it even? Okay let me take a breath and paint a pretty picture. There is a small beaver in wooden power armor standing there. Small beaver in big power armor and it was leading the robes.  Please explain to umph!

The umph needs to be explained and not to be explained too. Let's say the power armor had a special little surprise, it could fire its fists like old school Japanese cartoon style robot could. Umph was the part where it grabbed me by the head and started to drag me back to the big guy in the power armor. So umph!


"Mmphm mph mmmmpppphhmm!"

You know what tastes bad? Hand, well specifically a palm. Even more specific, a wooden palm. Yuck! Yes I know I could have kept my mouth closed but hey I was struggling and well I was a little tempted to find out too. So the tongue came out a little and tongue tap. What I tasted will never be erased from my tongue's mind. Never ever. It was one level above something nasty. Like err..........hmm........liiiiiikkkkkkkeeeeee duck butt! Yeah that, but I don't know what that tastes like either. I am only guessing it tastes bad, so if someone has ever licked one please tell me and tell me why you licked it. Was it a dare? A bet? What? Did the duck look at you weird afterwards?

I tried to get out of the big....well the armored beaver's hand. It had a grip and a half. Hands went to fingers and I pulled and pushed and tried other things. I even tried a little crowbar, which didn't work and was a bad move really. I think I accidentally stuck it in my ear. Got the ear wax out but I didn't get myself out of the hand. So I can hear everything more clearly if things weren't muffled by the gigantic hand. I wrap my legs around the arm and push with my hands, come on..... Ergh!  Push more....Ow! I think if I manage getting free from the hand, my head might stay behind. I sort of like where it is at now, on my shoulders!


For a moment I feel nothing, then my body rocks back and forth as the arm connects to the armor. It feels really good to be hanging there by the neck, can you taste the sarcasm in those words?  Trust me it does doesn't feel good at all. Not even anywhere close. Ow!

"Mmmpppphhhh Mpph"

((Dramatic moment pause. I am so rotten leaving it here but....mwhahaha))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #35 on: April 29, 2019, 08:10:44 AM »
This sort of sucks! I am basically trapped like a rat in a maze or however that saying goes. I really don't like that saying though, rats are rats. They look like a tiny possum too or a bigger mouse. Now that sends shivers down my spine, they come in three sizes. Like a coffee place. What size mouse do you want; small, medium or large. I will take none thank you. So that is why I do not like to use that saying especially and I will use the big letters, ESPECIALLY when it it refers to me. Yes on tail, no on mouse.

I am not giving up though. No way no how. I will fight until my last dying breath and that is something I am not going to take today. Not on the schedule. Nope sorry. But I am running out of options here. If I had the time I could have trained termites and I would have a chance but I think I don't have the time to do that right now. Kind of hard to say really since I can't see my watch. Could use my matches but yeah...... That would take forever to actually catch and a lot longer to do any real amount of damage. If I remembered to pack a flame thrower, now that would have been different, could have roasted marshmallows too. Yum!

There is one thing left, but I was holding out because of the coolness of the ruins, I might catch a cold. Yes it would be cute to have a little red nose, but not cute to have a runny nose, leaving a trail wherever I went like a snail. Ick! I am not sticking snails up my nose either! That is disgusting! But it is coming down to it, squishing or cold? Kind of hard and kind of easy to decide. I just need the right moment to change.


Let's swing the camera to a idea view, away from the Nichole. Something a little more wider.

we catch a glimpse of Dee standing there working the lock and nothing. If she rushed it she ran the chance of setting off the molecular explosions and she really didn't want to feel those. With a glance, she could see the Nichole was in trouble, she needed to do something to help.

"Screw this!" She growled, throwing down the lock picks. Quickly she wrapped the chain around her arm and started to pull. Come on, she thought to herself. Come on! She gritted her teeth as she leaned back, every muscle in her body straining and a few she didn't know she had joined in too. Come on!

The sound of stone scraping stone filled the room as Dee continued to pull on the chain. Even in the grasp of the big body armored beaver Nichole could hear the sound run through her body. Wondering what the sound was, she started to fight harder and harder.

Suddenly there was a loud stoney bang followed by a "Oh yeah!" Dee took a hold of the chain in both hands as she turned to face the beaver and with a yank sent the stone sailing. The stone block whistled, although not keeping a tune,as it flew towards the beaver."Eat that!" Dee growled as she stood there watching and hoping.

“Eat that”, Nichole heard as she hung there struggling. Those words usually meant something was about to taste really good or really bad. Yes the hand tasted bad but when 'Eat that' is used in a ruins setting it means something is about to happen. Something that usually included a bang, smash or ow. Sometimes all three and other times not. It was best to consider all three when you are in the situation and when you hear someone other than you say it.

Why not, Nichole told herself.

* ninja art of saving the tail.*


Imaginary ninja smoke fills the room as I fall from the beaver's hand, much smaller now. My clothes cushioning my fall as something large and stone looking hits the beaver hard in the chest. BAM!! I can sort of see the beaver is sent hurdling back as a chain races overhead. Of course the movement backwards, of the beaver, is stopped by a wall, the stopping is signaled by another loud CRASH!

What just happened, I ask myself as I make my way of of my clothes, now in one hundred percent monkey form. Still quite adorable and cute though. Following the chain from beaver to..... Ah now I see the how and the what. Standing there breathing hard is Dee. I try to say thank her for the save but it comes out in monkey speak. Which if you don't understand monkey it just sounds like gibberish.

From behind me, I could hear movement and quickly turn to see the beaver slowly pushing the stone off of itself. It looks hurt now, moving a little slower and more rigid. Not good! I look to Dee and then back to the beaver, then repeat that several more times as I try to figure out what to do. Ok...Ok....Ok....

* ninja art of the monkey girl*

Imaginary ninja smoke fills the air for a moment as I revert back to my human form, with tail of course. Suddenly I find an arm squeezed against my chest, a foot on my butt and eep, one of my hands is cold.

* Mental note to self - Self, next time change back to human form outside of clothes. There is a reason for that. *

I wiggle and shake on the ground like some weird contortionist. Arm needs to go the other way. Foot not on butt. Ow. Arm doesn't go that way. How did my other foot get there? Ow! I so pictured that whole sound effect from those robot movies where they changed forms as I debent or unbent or whatever. Quickly I found myself standing, wiggling my pinky to get in straightened as I reached for my clothes.

Pulling on my shirt, I hear a bang and I peek out to see the beaver pushing the rock off of it finally. Need to be dressed now, I tell myself as I quickly try to pull on my shirt the rest of the way, somehow getting caught in it. "Give me a moment," I say from within the confines of the it, my head popping out finally. Freedom! "Okay I am...."

Suddenly the beaver grabs the stone with both hands and tugs on the chain. Yanking Dee towards itself quickly. I can see the chain flying past me, HIYAH! I chop with a hand towards the chain, this better work or I am going to look like a fool. Thankfully my hand shatters one of the links of the chain. Like I expected and I can’t help but smile.

In a blink of a eye and somehow I don't know how either, Dee is standing next too me, a chain still wrapped around one of her arms. Standing there and without taking my eyes off the beaver i ask "Team up?" and Dee nods.


We both stand there as the beaver starts to get up, preparing ourselves. Me hopping up and down a little. You know to stretch and get limber, it is not good to go into a fight not properly warmed up. That has been the downfall of many people in a middle of a fight, honest monkey, what are you thinking about when you pull a muscle? The instant ow ow ow, not the fist or bullets flying towards you. Dee yanks her arm back, the attached chain whipping back and then with a loud crack smacks the ground. Sending shards of stone up in the air.

Yeah I know you are probably going to ask, Nichole why didn't you attack the beaver when it was down? Good question, you see it is called 'honor', think of it as a code of conduct I go by. A set of rules even. Like no eating bananas after midnight, yeah they taste really really good and everything but if I eat them after midnight my tummy will hurt in the morning. Another is not to attack someone when they are down, no matter how big and really big they are. So yeah I stood there and waited until the beaver got up. I am guessing Dee waited for the same reason too maybe or her hair fell down in front of her eyes and temporarily blinded her. You know one of those.

((Another dramatic pause. Oh and no beavers were hurt in the writing of this story. Admin didn’t have me state that. ))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #36 on: May 01, 2019, 08:44:18 AM »
But as soon as the beaver got up it was a free for all. Dee's chain went whipping out and wrapping around the beaver, yanking it towards us  as I rolled forward and up into a flying uppercut, HIYAH! Almost like we had that move planned from the get go. Which we didn't, honest monkey, just luck really. But we continued the momentum, Dee springing up onto the beaver's back, pulling the beaver up. Which exposes its undersides to me as I spin around. Kicking it over and over. WHAP! WHAP!

Our attacks continued, the whole time I would keep my eyes on the beaver watching its eyes. I could see how they started to glow brighter and brighter as we continued. Not a nice calming color either, the beaver's eyes were red. It was angry and getting angrier. Would it beaver out if it got angry enough? Beaver smash!!!


I hear the sound of Dee's chain scraping against wood as I try to pry the protective covering off. I could feel it starting to give as I pulled and pulled. Suddenly I felt something large grab me and I was jerked away. "No fair," I yelled, struggling in the beaver's grasp. Looking around I could see that the beaver had Dee in its other hand.

I expected to be shook, crushed or smashed like a grape. I didn't expect to be shot across the room, still in the beaver's fist. It was like some weird attack you see on those giant robot cartoons, you know where they shoot their fists off or something. Usually as either a distant or a surprise attack. I can tell,you it surprised me, still don't know the use of it. Shoot off the fist and then what? Excuse me, let me go put my fists back on.

Why would have anyone even thought of that type of attack at the beginning? You know what would be cool, if the robot's fists shoot off. Explain to me why? Because it would be cool that is why. No, no it wouldn't be cool that is stupid, let's go for laser cannons or a big gigantic sword instead. Those are just so blah! We are going with blah and that is it and forget about doing a robot with a lot of vehicles too.

I mean come on, explain to me how the fists are recovered? Reverse rockets? Guide wires? Picked up? How would you pick them up if you don't have any hands?!? With your mouth? By using thought to control some invisible force that is in everything and anything. That just happens in movies. Maybe the person or thing you are fighting, will help to put them back on?  Okay just twist them to the right and they lock in. CLICK! Thank you, now where were we? Oh yeah I was about to hit you. None of that makes sense.

* dismissive wave *

That only leaves one thing, last ditch move. Something done when everything else just doesn't work. That means the beaver is.... trying to get us as far as possible away from itself. That means we were winning! Of course, the winning part would last just long enough for us to hit the wall, literally. Fists go boom against the wall and two girls go splat. Um yeah no. I am sure Dee thinks the same way. Neither of us wants to be stuck between a large hand and a hard place. We were already in hand and the hard place was coming quickly and it did look really hard.


There we were hurdling towards walls, big stone ones and not ones made of cushy foam either, in the grasp of big wooden hands. That sounds silly doesn't it and I would have laughed but I didn't want to swallow any bugs or low flying birds either. Let me tell you once you swallow a hummingbird you keep your mouth closed when flying backwards in a giant hand. They don't taste like chicken, they taste like hummingbird and those beaks hurt.


The sound of Dee's chain cracking pulled me back to the now, which is good because the soon to be now was coming up quickly. I could see her struggling as she swung the chain around. The fingers of the giant hand holding her, slowly opening. Suddenly the chain shot out towards the beaver, wrapping around its body. Oh my monkey, she is going too....

Quickly I pulled my attention back to me and how was I going to get out of the current problem. There was no way I could force my way out, I am not that strong and my arms were pinned to my side. So that is a no can do. I could transform again but I just did that so blah. Sitting there trying to come up with something, I felt a tapping on my shoulder. With a quick glance I could see it was my tail,"What girl?" It motioned towards the wall and hinted at the impending sudden stop with it. "I know, it's just that I want to try something," My tail stopped me in mid sentence as it started to shake faster. "Okay okay," I said turning back towards the hand, "I just don't have many options that is all. Just...."

((Another pause in a fight!!! Why? Just because.))
« Last Edit: May 01, 2019, 09:28:11 AM by Catherine »

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #37 on: May 03, 2019, 07:54:25 AM »
“There better not be any cameras around here”, I growl, opening  my mouth and.....I can't believe I am doing this, bite the first finger I could bite onto. CHOMP! GNAW! CHOMP! Yuck! Tastes like a hardwood. If I had to take a guess.... What am I doing, get back in the moment.

* imaginary smack across face *

I bite again, harder this time. CHOMP! GNAW! CHOMP! The hand reacts this time, I don't know why or how and guess what I am not asking either. It flies open and at the last second I jump out. Twin BOOMS! You know because of the fists hitting the wall. Those booms not me falling down a going boom.

With a flip I land next to Dee as her chain keeps hits the ground. "Time to end this," I hear her growl and I nod. Her chain rakes across the ground like an Circling and wrapping around the beaver like some constrictor. What is left of the beaver's arm is pinned to its side much like both Dee and myself were just moments ago, minus all the shooting towards the wall thing.

In a blink of my eyes, I am on fours rushing across the floor towards the beaver, my tail bobbing up and down behind me. At the last moment I do a reverse flip, hmmm......instead of hands first I went tail first, landing on the beaver. THUMP! THUMP! I reach down with both hands and grab the protective shield and start to pull. I can feel it starting too....Suddenly I heard two pops coming from the beaver and I look down.

Through the protective barrier I can see the beaver pulling on something and I can can make out the beginning of some letters, 'ESCA'. What does esca mean? When the protective barrier gives under my tugging, I am caught of guard and I start to fall backwards with it in my hands.

Without any thought I spin and flip, landing on my feet and quickly glance up towards the beaver. It shoots me the look, you know the look the one that says ‘watch your tail’, before BOOM! The armor explodes filling the room with smoke. I can hear Dee coughing somewhere and I reply with my own. Cough. Cough cough. Cough. Cough cough cough. Cough cough. Cough. Almost like we are talking to each other through the coughs. Cough cough. Cough. Cough. Cough cough.


When the smoke finally clears we can both see what is left of the armor sitting there, a little over there and some over there too. No signs of the beaver's body other than the patch of fur that Dee found lying over there. Did he go pop and this is all that is left of  it? It was in the center of the blast.... I close my eyes and lower my head for a moment of silence. The little guy didn't need to go out that way. It could have just gave up and left, you know found a peaceful pond and not planned whatever it was planning.

After a few more minutes I look up at Dee, "Ready to go?"

Dee laughed, "Sweetie I was ready the moment the white robes grabbed me."

"Let me grab another banana split slushie and we can beat feet."


Nothing like a banana split slushie after a fight. Yum. SLURP! Ergh!!!! You tricked me again slushie. I must remember to only sip the banana gold.

The walk back to Stephen was long and heavy, yes Dee carried her bass but I got the amp. Which by my estimates weighed just about the same as me. So urgh and groan. What is in this thing? Ugh strain. It feels like I am carrying a baby hippo and before anyone says anything, I don't weigh anywhere close to baby hippo weight. You and you stop chuckling. I don't!  I weigh the appropriate weight for my height and size. If you don't believe me, ask me. Of course I will say yes. That is a give me there. But I think I will weigh a little less by the time I get back to Stephen. The glisten is dripping off of me. Drip drip drip.

((End of fight break and wrapping up soon....))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #38 on: May 08, 2019, 11:20:23 AM »
I say hi to the spider when we walk by, the amp held with two hands off to the side. The little strap biting like a little shark into my hands. Ow! My fingers considered calling in lifeguards to help, but they were all off duty.

When we got to the worded intersection, my hands had some words to say and most were censored by beeps. Which made me sound like a truck backing up down the hallway. Stop laughing, it gives a girl a complex sometimes to hear that. I kept looking behind me thinking I was going to back up over something and I was going forwards.

Of course I couldn't see where I was heading since the amp was pressing into my face, since I was carrying it in front of me  now. My arms screaming just as loud as my fingers.


Now the steps those were a special treat, I got to count them as I went up. Of course I lost count about a half a dozen times so as far as I know there was twelve of them. It definitely felt like a lot more than twelve though. I got a personal up close view of every stair since now the amp had someway made its way to my back. Urgh heavy! My legs joined with the screaming and about half way up or the fourteenth something or another step my back started singing a mournful song.

You know what, it was all worth it though. When I saw the look on Stephen's face. Didn't know that a Gilly could emote, but he was emoting big time and I think there was tears. Even though he will deny that and say there was sand in his eyes or something. When I saw the emoting and the not really there tears I could feel the strength returning to my body and then it all flew out of me. I think in that direction over there since I fell in that direction over there.

Of course I carefully placed the amp down, I know how much those mean to a musician. Carefully place down and then black out from exhaustion and muscle screaming.

((Are you ready for the end of the story? Sorry you have to wait...))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #39 on: May 10, 2019, 10:02:01 AM »
I stayed quiet as Dee and Stephen talked, for a number of reasons really.

One being I was a little tired from carrying the amp, yeah I know still complaining. But it was baby hippo heavy and I am not a baby hippo. Nowhere even close! I probably weigh what one baby hippo leg weighs when I am wet. Now I am not condoning going out and cutting the leg off a baby hippo, the poor things, I am just saying that is all. Rough estimate really, I might be surprised and baby hippo legs might weigh nothing really. Like cookies are with calories, the delicious cookies too and not those ones that call themselves cookies. Yuck! You see with those delicious cookies you can pinch one part off, that one part that is well...I would have to draw you a diagram to get a precise location and I am out of paper so.... later, all of the calories are in that one little piece the rest of the cookie is completely healthy for you. Really, just try it. Pinch and toss that piece away and you won't taste any calories in the rest of the cookie. Go ahead and try it I will wait. Hum................ Well how did it taste? Did you taste any calories? I bet you didn't. Okay back to the baby hippo weight thing, maybe just maybe they have no weight in their legs. Maybe they carry it in their hm....... Somewhere else. Maybe maybe.

The second reason is that you never get between a roadie and their favorite musician. That is just being stupid and might cause you life and limb. Yes there is a safety zone where you can and can't go, but that is constantly shifting due to the constant movement of the roadie. So one second it could be here and the next moment it could be twenty feet behind you. Like over there, where you are not. Then look where you are, in the red zone. Where anything could happen. It is is wearing clothes made of hay while walking through a field full of cows. Or or swimming with great white sharks, the hungry ones not the ones on diets. Both are really equally dangerous, have you seen the look in a cow's eyes *shiver*. What do you do if you find yourself in the red zone, you would think run and run fast. Wrong! Roadies are lightening fast, some might look slow but they are just fooling you.  You think you are about to escape the red zone and blam! The roadie has you in its grip and you will start to scream. I need to censor the rest it isn't pretty. That and here is the tricky part, the red zone shifts with the roadie. So you many run but if it chases you and it might, you stay in the red zone.  Running and screaming, looking back hoping that the roadie gets tired and breaks off the chase, it won't though it is a roadie, they don't give up!

The third reason is a simple one really. I was considering going back and getting another banana split slushie. It was calling me.

 * ring ring *

"Yes, who is this? Oh hi banana split slushie, how can I help you?"

"What? You want me to do what?"

"Are you sure?"

"What? Oh yes, I would be more than happy to drink you. So I should come down?"

"Okay I will see you soon."


You see, it was calling me. But I took all of the steps into consideration. Doing the math and carrying those three steps that I fell on then dividing that by happy taste buds and add dripping glisten, I kept that in the thinking about column.

There was a couple more reasons too, but wait a moment. As Dee and Stephen talk, I notice something strange. Dee's fingers look like they are strumming the strings of a bass. I clear my throat and patiently wait so nothing bad happens.


"Yes?" Dee said as she turned to face me.

"Yeah...what is up with your fingers?" I ask pointing towards Dee's hand. I watch as Dee looks down for a moment,giving me a smile when she looks back towards me.

"My fingers are itching, I need to play," she answers.


Dee nods, "yes. I need to play the bass soon or else."

"What is the or else?" I ask, my interest piqued.

"You don't want to know." Dee replied as she stood. The Gilly points out towards the windows and Dee nods.

"Okay.... So what are you going to do?"

"I am going to hold a concert," Dee answered back as she dropped out of sight.

Quickly I ran to the window to see Dee dropping to the stage below,"but there isn't a crowd."

"Don't worry about that," Dee called back as she landed gracefully and in a moment had her base set up and plugged into the amp. I watched as she lifted her left hand and BOOM! The sound of the bass made everything vibrate and shake. For a moment dust devils started to kick up all over, I blinked and shook my head swearing I could see ghostly bodies forming as the dust devils danced about. The longer I stared the more refined the upper bodies got, I could see arms now, while anything below the torso was just a blur of swirling sand.


"What is happening?" I asked, turning towards Stephen.

Stephen let out a laugh as he walked up to the window, "Dee wants a concert and there can't be a concert without a crowd. So girlie, Dee is summoning the crowd."

"How?" I asked as Stephen crawled out of the window and dropped down to the speaker below.

"It doesn't matter," Stephen started to say as he pointed to an empty space at the base of the stage, "looks like she is saving you a spot."

Quickly I looked down and back up at Stephen, "I am not sure."

I could hear a growl coming from Stephen before words oozed out of his mouth,"Get your tail down there. This will be a concert of a lifetime and more."



The concert rocked! There is loud and then there is loud. Every bone in my body and some I didn't know I had shook. The phantom crowd, oh my monkey. Some had lighters up, where they got them from is beyond me but they had them. I would look around as I jumped up and down and could see the lighters bobbing up and down like mad lightening bugs. Every so often I would glance up towards Stephen and I would catch him bobbing his head or tapping his foot to the music with a big smile on his face. Oh and I body surfed a couple times, again I am not sure how the phantom crowd held me up, but I didn't care. It was fun!  Did I tell you it was fun? Oh yeah I did. It was fun, just in case you didn't know. I body surfed too, oh I told you that. Yeah fun....


After the concert, the crowd sort of just slowly dissipated. I watched as some turned around and it looked like they were walking away and then nothing. I would say one by one but that would take forever, so it couldn't have been that. All I know after a while all that was left was Dee and myself, oh and Stephen way above us.

Dee motioned for me to join her on stage and with a little hop I was up there.

"Thanks for rescuing me," I heard Dee say as she continued to stroke the strings.

"You are welcome."

For a moment Dee looked down at the bass, "It is time for you to go now."

"What?" I asked as my tail bobbed up and down, "Why?"

"I don't have the answers for either of those sweetie. I just know it is time," Dee answered as she plucked a couple of strings. Suddenly the air behind me felt like there was energy in the air, the same feeling you get before a lightning storm hits. Like every molecule around you is dancing around slamming into everything, that feeling! Slowly I turned and could see a tear quickly forming, "Okay what is that?"

"That is your one way ticket and it has been stamped," Dee answered.

I took a breath, not taking my eyes off the tear," I am not sure about that...."

"I said it was time!" I heard Dee say right before I felt her foot on my butt then a push. More like a shove but it doesn't matter really once I hit the tear. Where it felt like every molecule in me decided to go in opposite directions at once. URP! My tummy definitely did not like the feeling. URP! My tail didn't like the feeling either. URP!


((Are you interested in the rest, please let me know.))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #40 on: June 11, 2019, 07:55:27 AM »
You know when you step through an extra dimensional portal, okay I was pushed really and I have the footprint on my butt to prove it too which might hold up in a court of law and I wasn't meaning my butt either, you sort of expect to land on your feet. Not find yourself sitting on something cushy, other than the one thing jabbing me on one of my legs and everything was dark. The dark was easy to fix, open my eyes. The cushy thing that surprised me, it was a seat with what feels like a spring with an attitude poking through, ow!

The seat was well worn and actually had a blanket thrown over it, which didn't stop the spring from reminding me it was there. Hello jab jab. Of course the seat was part of something bigger. The bigger thing had other parts too; a steering wheel, a raccoon tail hanging from the mirror, gauges and a lot of bare metal. The one thing that it was missing was a roof, which made it a lot easier to get out of. Why open a door when you can just hop out.

A hop and turn later I looked at the bigger thing. It looked old and mean, sitting so low to the ground it might have been below the surface of the ground. It looked like a car but not anything modern, not with the immense engine in the front with , two and three pipes coming out from either side and the medieval contraption of pipes on top. The engine looked mean, really mean. It looked liked it could be one of those engines that goes around beating up other engines for their milk money.

Slowly I walked around what looked like a car, inspecting it. Big lights and huge grill. The tires were slender in the front and huge in the back. The body looked like it was painted once, maybe black or a really dark blue, the paint long dulled by the weather. Talking about rust, there was no lack of it. I think there was more rust than actual paint on the car now.

Ending back at the driver's side I start to remember the shows I watched with my dad. The ones where they restored old cars and everything. They always made it look so easy too, getting a car restored in what felt like a week. Yeah this one got crushed by a falling house, I think we can get it back up and running. By the end of the show they got a car that looks good and runs. I don't know how really, the car didn't look like a car at the beginning or anything, at the end yeah it looked like a car and sounded like one too. What did they call these?

*Snap of mental fingers.* A model A I think, don't ask me about the other models.  They might have stopped at A and just forgot the rest and skipped to something with mobile at the end. It looked beat though, the car thing.

Slowly I looked around, desert to to right of me and desert all around. Asphalt stretching off into the distance on either side. Hopefully...... I climb back in and check the glove box. Nothing special really; an old map telling me I was nowhere,  a screwdriver and a flare gun. I will have to remember that, I tell myself as I shift back over to the drivers side, "let us see if she starts."

*fingers crossed* because if it doesn't, the map says I am in for a walk to get to somewhere.

((Time to make more words cry...))

Offline CatherineTopic starter

Re: Tails of Monkey - Adventure awaits!
« Reply #41 on: June 13, 2019, 07:59:06 AM »
I push a foot forward to push the clutch in and I find something out. The car is too big for me! I scoot forward a little a try again, still can't reach the pedal, this isn't fair! I reach to the side of the seat to see if I can find the knob to get the seat to shift a little more forward. All I find is seat. I switch my hand to search and find. Poke. Tap. Poke. Tap. Tap. Tap. Nothing, no knob for power seating! The humanity, how am I supposed to shift the seat forwards? With power comes me being able to reach the peddles.

Maybe I just missed it, I think to myself, all cars have power seating. My hand looks again and...... Nothing! There is definitely not a knob or a switch or anything to adjust the seat. So how? I close my eyes to think and let myself fall forwards, my forehead hitting the horn, not the horn itself but the center of the steering wheel. Ahhhhwwwwoooooggggggaaahhhhh!

I lay there and laugh to myself after hearing the horn, the car definitely has attitude. It doesn't care what others think, it isn't going to toe the line and have a horn like other cars. Nope! No silly neon lighting or even power seating either. Why be like others when you can be yourself, be unique. A smile slowly begins to form as I whisper to the car, "We have a lot in common. I think we are going to have a lot of fun together," pausing for a moment to laugh, "if I can get you started."

For a moment, I flash back to riding in a my grandpa's truck and how he would adjust the seat forwards and backwards with a lever under the seat. Worth a try. I start to search under the seat for any such lever and basically find the underside of a lot of springs and it feels like.... Suddenly the spring decides to remind me it is there and I yelp as I jump out of the car. Ow!

Standing there, rubbing my butt all thanks to the frisky spring. My hand shoots forwards as I point at where I think the spring is, "You..." Then point to my butt, "No!" The spring squeaks at me, maybe saying it was sorry I am not sure. All I know is that it tasted the flesh of a monkey girl, now I must keep an eye on it just in case. Which will make driving difficult. I need to find something so I can.

The seat doesn't adjust, there was nothing inside the car that I can see that could help either. That only leaves the trunk. If there is a body in the trunk, I am going to scream and scream so loud that everyone will hear me, so get your earplugs kids.

I reach for the button to pop the trunk and take a deep breath. No body. No body. then press and up pops the trunk lid slowly. Like some theater curtain revealing the performers behind it. If I see a performer, I will scream.

Prepare yourselves.

((Is there a body in the trunk? Not even I know. Okay I do but you have to  wait and see.))