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Maverick's shoulders slumped. He picked up a small rock out of the grass and threw it. It bounced off Shadrak's head.
"Shadrak! Go get your pigmi!"
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Shadrak muttered and flung an arm over his head. "DON' WANNA! ... it tastes like TOFU!" he fairly screamed erratically, then giggled. He had no idea what the little man tasted like, nor had he ever tried Tofu, but it seemed a fun word to use, so why let it go to waste, eh? XD
Shadrak curled up under a tree. A light trickle of something red slid down his face from one closed eyelid. No more than a drop, but vibrant red.
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Maverick rolled his eyes at him and then scrunched up his face and mouthed, "Tofu?" He watched him curl up under the tree while he gathered rocks and began tossing them at him.
"Come on, Shadrak! Go get your pigmi-" a teardrop of blood slid down his face. Shadrak?" he called quietly, then louder, scrambling over the fire to his friend and shaking him. "Shadrak!"
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Shadrak had conked out and was dead to the world. No more blood came out, but he wouldn't wake up. Also, he was oddly light. Light as a feather if truth be known, rather than his usual dragon-weight. His magic was malfunctioning again, it would seem.
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"Shadrak! Shadrak!" He cursed and pulled him up, flung him over his shoulder and stood, gritting his teeth and preparing fr the incredible wieght. But felt nothing. Shderak was barely even had anyweight. He shifted Shadrak around, wondering if it was just him or if he was really this light. Ah, didn't matter anyway. He ran over and pinned the pigmi to the tree with one knee, pulled the stick out with his hand and grabbed hi8m by the collar. He hauled him up to eye level and demanded, "Which way to the village?" The little pigmi squeaked and pointed to his left. Maverick took off that way through the greenery.
ooc: If you don't add anything I'll finish this up tomorrow k?
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ooc: Okay, I'll just continue then.
bic: It took him about six hours with frequent rest breaks in between to reach the village, the pigmi pointing the whole way. By then though, the poisoned had worsened his condition byond mere unconsciousness.
booc: you wanna fill in his condition and schtuff?
bic:
Shadrak was breathing shallowly, and his normally hotter than usual blood had cooled till his skin was cool to the touch. He was still light as a feather and limp as a cooked noodle. A faint trickle of blood was now dripping out his nose steadily.
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Maverick crouched just outside the village, hidden by the foilage. He kept a firm grip on the little pigmi and had set Shadrak down behind him. He could only pray his unconcious friend wouldn't break into a bawdy drinking song as was his want in such cases. "Now," he said to the little pigmi while kneeling in the grass, "Which one has the antidote to the poison?"
"The maker of the Pie."
Not again.
"And where is the maker of the pie?"
"At home." Yes, again.
"And where is his home?"
"In the village."
Maverick gritted his teeth, but remained calm. "Where in the village?"
"In his hut."
"And where is his hut?"
"In the village." It took everything he had to keep from punching the little beanbag, but he resisted it. With effort, he lowered his hand and raised the little pigmi up to the opening through which he could see the village. "Okay then, we'll just sit here and you can point out the maker of the pie when he passes." The pigmi groaned.
"Awwwwww, that take to long! He never pass, and we's gonna be stuck here forever!" he cried mournfully.
"Why won't he pass?"
""Because he never leave big hut! He just sit there and watch birdies in top of hut in between making pies! That and fending off his crazy sister."
"Crazy sister?"
"Yeah, she nuts. She think if she get on his good side, he teach her the Way of the Pie." He leaned in and whispered conspiratorily, "Some even think she go for incest to get secret of Pie. Can tall man believe dat?"
"Yes, tall man can believe dat-" just then a great squawk came up from a large hut in the village. Great white birds were flying out of a hole in the roof quickly followed by a wild pigmi woman in rags, screeching and clawing at the bids as they scrambled to get away. "Birds and a crazy sister," he smiled to himself. He crept through the the brush then stopped. Wasn't he forgetting something? Shadrak! He went back and gently threw his friend over his shoulder. Hehe, oops.
Edited by: Maverick Tellis at: 9/21/05 3:09 pm
bic:
Shadrak muttered under his breath as Maverick picked him up... something about 'Pigmi Pie'. One white bird flew away from the flock and perched on Shadrak's head. It cocked its head oddly, tried pecking his shiny necklace chain (yes... I suppose he's always had a necklace? XD) then squawked and scowled down at Shadrak, who was in peaceful, if slightly alarmingly deep repose.
ooc: I no know what to do mit birdies and pigmi people 0.o
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ooc: Mmkay, I take over den.
bic: Maverick heard the squawking and stopped. He turned around and took Shadrak off his shoulder.
"Wha-? Get off, bird." The bird cawed an indignant reply. He shook him and the bird dug its claws in, squawking obscenely in time to his shaking. He tossed his friend around, trying to shake the creature off, but it just dug its claws in further and cawed defiantly. "Blast it, get off!" he hissed. He swung the pigmi at it and it took off, flying up into the foliage above with squawks of renewed indignation. Maverick shook his head watching it go, threw Shadrak back over his shoulder and resumed is crawl through the jungle. He came up behind the great hut and set Shadrak down, peeking through the grass wall of the hut. Inside, reclining on a small daise was an obscenely obiese native. He was snoring and the plumed hat of authority on his head had fallen over his eyes. He held his pigmi up to the hole and asked, "Is that the Maker of the Pies?" The pigmi nodded, sucking on a finger. There was a sound of rushing feathers from above and he looked up, quirking his eyebrow at the sight. Shadrak's feathered friend had returned and was currently surveying a gruesome sight as a mad hatter of a wild woman tortured a smaller bird. "Crazy sister?" he asked and the pigmi confirmed it. The bird yanked out of the her grasp and flew outside, squawking for dear life and the wild woman chased after it, screaming viciously.
"Okay does he keep a stash of pies anywhere or...?"
"Nope. He make each one special. No one know how though."
Maverick sighed. "Great. Okay," he parted the brush and climbed in. The hut was roomier then he had originally thought. He could stand to his full height with about a foot left for his head. In pigmi standards, this was a palace! Maverick looked around, shuffling his fet. This was as far as his plan got. He didn't know what to do next! Should he wake the fat man? Kidnap him? What? He knelt down and sighed. There was only one choice it seemed. He pushed a finger into the fat man's belly and it jiggled as a result almost comically. The pigmi continued snoring. Maverick glanced around, then reached forward and lifted the fat guy's headdress. He whistled at him. Nothing. He plugged the fat man's nose and a whistling came blew the hair around his ears up. Suprised, Maverick leaned in and looked. It sounded as if the man was snoring through his ears! "Okay, buddy, come on! Wake up!" He started smacking the guy in the face. The fat man groaned and peeked his eye open, then both wide as he stared at the giant before him.
"Giant!" he yelled. Within moments, the hut was flooded with spear-wielding pigmis crowding around and prodding him with them. Maverick backed up to the corner holding both hands up.
"Whoa, whoa whoa! I come in peace! I mean no harm! Uhb - peace be with you?"
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"Pigmi Pigmi Pigmi Pie, I makes 'em outta Pigmi Rye," Shadrak took this oppurtunity to babble in his sleep. Then he mumbled to himself for awhile, finishing with a good solid, "Birdies made of cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeese."
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They all stopped, turned as one and stared at Shadrak as he rambled. Maverick covered his eyes and groaned, and the pigmis looked back at him fiercly gripping their spears. Oh wonderful; he was so tempted to just let the pigmis...
"Why giant come here? To kill Maker of Pies no doubt." The fat man answered his own question in a gruff voice. The Pigmi warriors shoved their pointed spears closer.
"No! No, um," he swallowed. "No, your..." he couldn't think of an appropriate title for the Maker of Pies, so he settled on, "Majesty. I was uh, actually here because of...well you see, me and my friend - that is, the man there - we were walking along in the woods when a war party belonging to your village attacked us. He was sho- ow!" a pigmi poked his hand when he pointed to Shadrak. "Careful, you'll put someone's eye out with that," he said shaking his hand and continued. "He was shot and we captured this one," he held up his other hand with that captive pigmi still in it, the pigmi beet red and looking straight ahead. "And he guided us here, in hopes that you would," he took a deep breath "-excercise your culinary skills and compose an antidote for my associates', uh, affliction." The Pie Maker's struggle was visible on his face as his stretched around those words. "Uh... you want pie?... Okay!" The pigmi warriors looked at the Pie Maker disbelievingly and groaned, shaking their heads and grumbling as their captive was allowed to go free. The Pie Maker never let them have any fun, darnit!
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ooc: .... 0.o well rolling right along
bic:
When the pie was made, then came a new dilemma... how to feed it to a comatose dragon... who, might I mention, still had rather sharp baby fangs in human form. XD
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The Pie Maker, the now not-so-captive pigmi, and Maverick stood around Shadrak staring at him thoughtfully.
"Maybe crazy sister wake him up," the littlest pigmi piped up. Pie Maker and Maverick grunted and shook their heads.
"Maybe we could shove a funnel into his mouth and force feed him?" Maverick suggested. Both considered the idea pessimistically.
"Does he have gag reflex?" the Pie Maker asked. The others shrugged. Five minute later, the littlest pigmi was holding a spear in his hands while Pie Maker and Maverick pried Shadrak's mouth open. They'd each taken hold of a lip and pulled back, slowly prying his lockjaw open.
"Okay," Maverick gritted," stick it in."
The littlest pigmi heaved the weapon high behind his head - and stuck it into the bamboo hut pole. Shadrak's jaw snapped shut on the Pie Maker's finger.
Fifteen minutes later Maverick and the Pie Maker with his bandaged finger were holding Shadrak's mouth open again. The littlest Pigmi was holding the end of the spear above them.
"Now," Maverick growled. The pigmi plunged the butt of the spear into Shadrak's throat.
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ooc: I take it they're trying to initiate his gag reflex? 0.o bwahahaha XD
bic:
Shadrak's jaws smashed shut on the pole, splintering the end off into his mouth. He chewed it up a bit, then swallowed it. He purred contentedly for about five seconds, then fell back to his customary comatose, drooling state.
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The littlest pigmi lifted what was left of the pole away from the drooling Shadrak and all three stared at ther splintered end and each other.
"I guess that answers that," Maverick said. "All right lets get his mouth open." Maverick and Pie Maker pulled Shadrak's mouth apart for the third and hopefully last time.
"Put it in! Put it in!" Maverick grated. The littlest pigmi dug his hand into the pie and pulled out a huge gob full. It looked remarkably like cherry pie. He held it over Shadrak's face and dropped it.
"Let go, now!" Maverick said and both released Sharak's lips, causing his jaw to snap shut with a click.
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All three leaned back and the littlest pigmi rolled backwards with a squeak as Shadrak sat up into his face and said, "Hi." Maverick and the Pie Maker leaned in front of Shadrak and Maverick asked, "Is he better now?"
"Maybe he need eat all pie. Bigger giant after all," he shrugged. Maverick put a hand on Shadrak's shoulder and said, "Welcome back to the world of the living. How do you feel?"
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