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Nov 26, 2005 12:50:23 GMT -5
Post by dragoshine on Nov 26, 2005 12:50:23 GMT -5
looks like this might be one popuar fic
please do your best ok?
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Nov 26, 2005 13:18:52 GMT -5
Post by AAcid on Nov 26, 2005 13:18:52 GMT -5
Great storyline, great fic. Neat topic. Please continue ASAP.
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Nov 26, 2005 15:44:57 GMT -5
Post by ADJLFanatic on Nov 26, 2005 15:44:57 GMT -5
GO ON MUHAHAHA! o.o;
I forgot to read the update, dang it. XD
And yeah, I'd love to review this in FFnet, but it's not letting me log in. o.o
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Dec 10, 2005 21:16:19 GMT -5
Post by yfwe on Dec 10, 2005 21:16:19 GMT -5
Switch YFWE Ch. 6: Of Tours and New Armor
“Alright, kid- while your Grandpa’s takin’ a little ‘break’ from your training, I’m been deployed to give you a tour of the magical underground village, show you around, yadda yadda yadda...,” Fu rambled on as he and Rose walked down the sidewalk near Grandpa’s shop. The entrance to the Magical Village was in its vicinity. However, there was a problem. “I don’t exactly remember WHERE the entrance is.”
“How? You’ve been there so many times...,” Rose said, a bit stunned, “wouldn’t you know where to go?”
“You see... every time I go, I go with Gramps. I have no clue how to get in.”
“Then how’d you get my clothes?” she asked, referring to the clothes she had on at that moment. “Lao said you had to go to the Magical Village...”
“Uh... well, he may think I went there...,” Fu confessed, “but in reality, I know the guy that is the cousin of the security guard that runs the 4:00 shift at JC Penney. So... yeah, that’s where your clothes came from.”
“Ah, I see... I think.”
“So... ANYWAY...,” Fu said, “Until I can either guess how to get there or find someone that does know, we’re screwed.”
Rose sighed. This was going to be difficult. But wasn’t it always?
(End)
“Huntsboy, this is the Huntslair.”
Jake stared around at the immense room he was standing in, breathing a sigh of amazement. All sorts of uniforms, weapons... almost everything anyone could think of.
“Yo, you got a lot in here, I’ll give ya that,” said Jake, “but... it’s still missin’ somethin’...”
“We just signed an action figure deal with Mattel; is that what you mean?” asked the Huntsmaster.
“Naw... I mean me! The party’s started.... now that the Jakesta’s here, ya heard?”
“Eh... sure,” he said, walking over to a particular wall of uniforms. “Now... I’m unsure of your clothing size, but it appears that it should be an exact fit.”
“Wha? What the hell are you talkin’ about?” Jake asked.
“Ah... you wish to know?” the Huntsmaster said slyly. He pressed a closeby button and waited.
A blue suit of armor lowered from a hole in the ceiling, right in front of Jake.
“Wow... this thing’s awesome!” exclaimed Jake. “So... who’s it for?”
“Jesse McCartney,” Huntsmaster said.
“Really? Wow, that’ll really give us some endorsements! I mean, with a celebrity and all, we’ll be pimpin’...”
The Huntsmaster slapped himself in the face. This kid took things WAY too literally. “No, Huntsboy... it’s for you.”
“Aw... so no Jesse?”
“No Jesse.”
“Damn, why’d you have to get my hopes up?”
The Huntsclan leader rolled his eyes, “Just put the suit on. It will be your Huntsclan uniform. Specially made for-“
”Jesse McCartney?”
“NO!!”
“Joking, joking,” Jake took a step back.
“It was specially made for my niece, the former Huntsgirl. But... since she is no longer in the Huntsclan, it is yours. Try it on, and come back here. We have a lot of training to do and very little time; tonight, we have a ‘meeting’ with an underground con man. Understand?”
“I understand that y’all in the Huntsclan can’t take a joke...”
“What was that?”
“Aw, nothin’... nothin’ at all.”
(End)
It took them a good hour, but soon enough, Rose and Fu were able to find the entrance to the Magical Village. (Fu received the directions from a friend of a friend’s grandfather, and he wrote it down so he would remember it for future reference. And then, when the two of them stopped in the local Denny’s to make fun of the waitresses, he left it with the check. Folks, this is what we call ‘irresponsible.’ Save the whales.)
So their tour began. “That’s the Potion Mart...,” Fu explained, pointing to a store engraved into the side of a large rock, “go there for all your potion needs. And they also sell Yu-Gi-Oh cards. That vendor in the middle of the street is Pixieschnitzel. Ten words- Pixieschnitzels are good. Really good. Really, really good. No question.”
While Rose counted in her mind to make sure that it was really ten words, Fu dragged on about all kinds of things about the Magical Village- mostly about its history and about how good the Pixieschnitzels were. Again.
During this ‘offtime’, she began to think. Thought of Jake and her uncle. What were they doing right now? Had Jake really become a member of the Huntsclan.
If so, then it was likely that he would tell her uncle that she was a dragon- even though the Huntsmaster, for the most part, knew already. They would figure that she would’ve taken refuge with Lao Shei, and they would come after them.
She hadn’t even mastered her dragon powers yet. In fact, if Jake or someone else from the Huntsclan was to attack her at that very moment, she wouldn’t stand a ghost of a chance.
What would she do? What could she do? She wanted to help protect the magical creatures that lived in New York. It was her duty- she was the American Dragon now.
But one question loomed in her mind, as she and Fu left the Magical Village following the end of their tour.
Had she made a mistake by accepting the burden of the American Dragon?
END CHAPTER
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Dec 11, 2005 6:45:57 GMT -5
Post by dragoshine on Dec 11, 2005 6:45:57 GMT -5
i really wanted to thank you for using my ideas for this story and it is very popuar with the ADJL fans, on the fourm and on fanfiction.net
please write this and other stories when u can ok?
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Dec 14, 2005 16:38:03 GMT -5
Post by AAcid on Dec 14, 2005 16:38:03 GMT -5
Keep up the good work. Update ASAP
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Jan 18, 2006 17:37:08 GMT -5
Post by yfwe on Jan 18, 2006 17:37:08 GMT -5
Switch YFWE Ch. 7: The First Test
It was well near 6 when Rose and Fu, quite the tired duo after their tour of the Magical Village, returned to Grandpa’s shop. God knows what he had been doing while they had been gone, but really, it didn’t matter.
This was because, as they soon found out, they had much bigger fish to fry.
“Gramps, we’re home,” Fu announced as soon as the two of them entered through the front door of the shop. It was quiet inside. Actually, too quiet. So quiet it almost felt like a sin. However, the silence was broken a few moments later, when Grandpa did appear in the doorway that led to one of the back rooms. “Ah, Fu, Rose...,” he said, “I am glad you are here... we have a minor problem.”
“Yeah? What?” Rose threw herself onto the couch in the living room, folding her arms across her chest.
“Well... it appears that... Fu, you remember the satyr colony that lives near the Saint Thomas Cathedral, yes?”
“How could I forget? We had a great time macking on those cupcakes!”
Awkward silence.
“Wha-?” “Oh, never mind,” Fu sighed. “Yeah, I remember ‘em.”
“Yes, well... their safe house has been attacked. Nearly the entire colony has been taken hostage inside. One was able to escape- Gharida Trujik, the one that works down in the Magical Village; he was returning from work when he saw the commotion inside and ran to the City Council, of all places.”
“John Smith called me about an hour ago. He’d like us to look into it. Especially because...,” he paused.
“Because... what?” asked Rose.
“... he told me that the Huntsclan is a prime suspect in the attack.”
Rose gasped.
“How’s that any different than any other time?” Fu chimed in. “I mean... isn’t the Huntsclan ALWAYS behind everything?”
“It’s not that!” Rose snapped. “It’s...”
”Oh, I see,” Fu said knowingly. “Jake.”
She nodded slowly. “I do not want to do this either...,” sighed Grandpa, putting his hand on her shoulder as if to comfort her, “but it was bound to happen sooner or later- you know that.”
“Furthermore, when you accepted the responsibilities as the American Dragon, you swore that you would protect any and all magical creatures, at all costs, yes?”
“Yeah.”
“Well then... it is time to keep your promise,” he stood up and walked toward the door to outside. “You must do this- a fellow magical creature’s life is at stake. Come to think of it... many lives are at stake. We must do this.”
Rose blinked through watery eyes. Grandpa was right. Even if Jake was there... she would have to fight. A confrontation with Jake, it seemed, was inevitable.
Shaking slightly, Rose brought herself upright and said, “Yes. Okay, I’ll do it. But one thing, though.”
“Hm?”
“I haven’t even mastered my dragon powers yet!” she blurted out. “All I really know how to do well is become a dragon!”
“Not that it’s a bad thing...,” Fu commented. “I mean, if you weren’t able to change...”
“We’ve no time for this, Fu. Rose is right- she is about as novice as they come,” Grandpa stared transfixed at the ground, obviously in deep thought.
“I suppose that much of what we do tonight will be of my doing- or most of the fighting, I should say.” He turned to Rose. “Follow along with me- try to do what I do. This, young dragon, shall be your first real test of your dragon abilities. I know you are not that skilled- but you were somehow able to repel Jake before, right?”
Rose grimaced. Yes, she had. But that thought didn’t quite help- it only made her think more of Jake- what she felt she had done to him.
“I am sure that you will be fine,” he said. “Now, we must be off! The safe house is ten minutes by sky, and who knows how much time we have before the Huntsclan takes them away! Prepare yourself- we are leaving now.”
(END)
And, as Grandpa had estimated, it did take them ten minutes to reach the house. (Seriously... Fu was using a timer- that’s how incredibly bored he was.)
Grandpa and Rose swooped down to the pavement- making sure there was no one around before hand, of course.
The safe house was an apartment building on 68th street, and it was rare that many people actually passed by the place. The colony had a leader named Ebi Ferafalo, who could alter his appearance to make himself look human. This was quite the amenity when the Jehovah’s Witnesses came to the front door.
As Grandpa and Rose landed, they realized that it was completely quiet inside- no lights on, even.
“You think that maybe the Huntsclan already have taken them back to the Huntslair?” Rose asked.
“Somehow, I do not think so...,” Grandpa said softly, taking a step forward. “Quickly, let’s get inside, before...”
“Before what?” The voice caught all three of them by surprise. Firstly, because there had been no one in sight. And second of all, because they knew that voice. It was a voice... that was not supposed to be here.
The Huntsmaster leaped in front of them, clutching his staff in one hand. “You are not going anywhere... isn’t that right, Huntsboy?”
“OW!”
A trash can clattered to the ground behind the scene. They whirled around to see... Jake. In uniform. And on the ground after tripping over a trash can.
“Yo! I’m cool, I’m cool!” he pulled himself off the ground and dashed in front of them as well.
“Jake...,” Rose whispered.
“That’s my name, girl. Now what the hell are YOU doin’ here?”
“Exactly what I was going to ask,” the Huntsmaster snarled.
“Do not play dumb with us,” Grandpa laughed. “We know what you are up to.”
“Do you, now?” the Huntsmaster nodded appreciatively. “Well then... you know that it would be wrong to get in our way, would you not?”
“In your dreams,” Rose sneered. “Well then say hello to my little friend!” Jake yelled, pulling out a small, round, colorless ball. He threw it at the ground, and it exploded on impact, unleashing a great screen of smoke.
“No!” Grandpa coughed, and he flew upwards to get out of the cloud. Rose followed suit, with Fu on her back.
When the smoke cleared, there was an empty ground below. And a wide open door leading inside.
“Damn!” Rose exclaimed. She looked over at Grandpa. “What should we do?”
“Through the roof!” he said. The two of them sped up to the top of the building. There was a door leading inside- just like the building Grandpa lived in. To get through, they reverted to human and ran inside, searching for any traces of the satyr.
There was a noise downstairs. The Huntsclan? Probably. They found the stairs and slid down them, and found themselves standing right next to the Huntsclan in a near-empty room.
“What have you done with the satyr, uncle?!?” Rose demanded, pointing a human finger at him.
“Ah... you think WE are behind this, eh?”
“Um... yeah,” said Rose sternly.
“Well isn’t that an intriguing little turn of events?”
This new voice had come from neither of the feuding parties, but from in front of them. And this, unlike last time, was not a familiar voice.
It was a woman. In fact, she was a blond-haired woman, who appeared to be a tanning salon addict. But the oddest was that she wore a white apron down the front of her.
“I don’t know who you are,” she spoke again, “But I do not take kindly to trespassers.”
“Wh-who are you?”
“Me?” She smiled creepily.
“I am Marnie Stewart, Martha Stewart’s sister.”
“Prepare to, like, die.”
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Jan 18, 2006 18:21:55 GMT -5
Post by 4tomic4djlfanzt3r on Jan 18, 2006 18:21:55 GMT -5
UPDATE SOON! OR ELSE THE RABID MUFFINS WILL EAT YOU! XD Nice update. Time to review in FFnet. ;D
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Jan 18, 2006 19:00:05 GMT -5
Post by dragoshine on Jan 18, 2006 19:00:05 GMT -5
wow you haven't lost your touch wow cool chapter, well please do your best on this and your other fics ok
later days
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Jan 18, 2006 21:40:16 GMT -5
Post by crazy17 on Jan 18, 2006 21:40:16 GMT -5
OMG, plz contnue!! It's getting good! ;D
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Jan 19, 2006 9:26:27 GMT -5
Post by dragoondart on Jan 19, 2006 9:26:27 GMT -5
Yes, Kevin, you have our attention, keep it up.
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Jan 19, 2006 16:34:32 GMT -5
Post by dave on Jan 19, 2006 16:34:32 GMT -5
Good lol and I still can't get over that Martha Stewart sister thing.
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Jan 19, 2006 19:47:30 GMT -5
Post by AAcid on Jan 19, 2006 19:47:30 GMT -5
Keep it coming. It's real good. But where in the world did Stewart come from? (Jake should show her what a roast feels like as its cooked.)
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Jan 20, 2006 9:32:59 GMT -5
Post by dragoondart on Jan 20, 2006 9:32:59 GMT -5
Keep it coming. It's real good. But where in the world did Stewart come from? (Jake should show her what a roast feels like as its cooked.) Ohh, good idea, I like this guy
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May 25, 2006 19:18:17 GMT -5
Post by yfwe on May 25, 2006 19:18:17 GMT -5
And for the first time in 4 months... an update!! ^_^
Switch YFWE Ch. 8 : A New Villain Arises
Now, I know what you’re thinking.
What the hell, right?
Well, that is basically the same thing that Rose, Jake, Grandpa, Fu, and the Huntsmaster were thinking of.
For there stood, in all her glory, Marnie Stewart.
As in, Martha Stewart’s sister.
Did you even know she had a sister?
Neither did I.
Nevertheless, there she was, leaving both the Huntsclan and the Dragons in complete confusement- because it was ironic; the two parties had blamed each other for the standoff at the satyr safe house just a few moments before.
“Now, wait just one second here,” the Huntsmaster broke the silence by stepping forth. “WHAT, exactly, are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here?” Marnie repeated, folding her arms across her chest in annoyance. “Why, it’s simple. I came here to catch you all- and it appears I have been successful; each and every one of you have fallen into my trap!”
“Your... trap? But where are the satyr?” said Grandpa.
Marnie laughed and grinned slyly, “THOSE stupid animals? Oh, they’re not even here. All expenses-paid trip to the Bahamas. It’s amazing how even magical creatures will turn on others for an easy buck or two.”
“Alright,” Rose stepped up, “we admit, you caught us. But... what do you want, exactly?”
“Ah, yes,” nodded Marnie, the huge, toothy smile still present, “it’s simple, really. I’m tired of living underneath my sister’s shadow! I mean, I work JUST as hard as her! My spinach puffs are SO much better than hers! And OBVIOUSLY, my complexion is so much more sexier! I mean, COME ON! What’s she got that I don’t got?!?!?!”
“Martha’s Apprentice,” Jake said.
“Shut it.”
“Well, that’s something she’s got,” said Jake defensively. “I mean, I’m not saying it’s good, but it’s still something you don’t have...”
“I said... SHUT IT!”
Oh damn, this ain’t good.
Marnie reached into her apron and pulled out some dough. Really. Not joking here. And it was like bread dough, not money dough. I need some money. But I’m sure none of you care. “Dough?” Jake laughed. “Whatcha gon’ do with that?!?”
Rose began to giggle.
“Don’t laugh,” Grandpa whispered. “Stay on guard. Something is amiss here...”
And indeed it was. Then Marnie took out her rolling pin. (I’m not making this up. Ok, so I am. Psh, I really know how to destroy a mood.) She threw up the dough, and swatted at it with her rolling pin.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Rose said, eyes wide in disbelief.
“DUCK!” Fu yelled.
They all ducked as the pieces of dough went flying above them. Which REALLY makes no sense, if you think about it. I mean, seriously...
“Damn! I missed!” Marnie yelled in disgust. “But that’s okay, because now I have fulfilled my plan! Ha!”
“Is this woman crazy? What are you talking about???” yelled Jake.
“I’ve introduced myself to you! Now your downfall is unavoidable! Now I can go back to my evil lair and plot on how to actually kill you! Hah!”
With these words, she dashed out the front door. No one knows where she was going, but at least THAT was over.
“Okay, anyone know what that was?” Fu asked.
“Why is she after us?” Rose wondered aloud. “What has any of us done to her?”
“I do not know,” Grandpa replied. “But that lady is crazy, I think. We should not worry about her.”
“...it’s US you should worry about!”
This statement had come from Jake. He and the Huntsmaster were now facing Rose and Grandpa, staffs raised.
“So you guys want to get beat... again?” Rose grinned, standing as straight as she possibly could in her dragon form.
“Rose! We’re not going to get into fights today!” Grandpa exclaimed. “You’re not ready yet! Your dragon training is not complete!”
Rose paused. He WAS right. What COULD she do?
Jake grinned. “Heh, that’s what I thought. ALL dragons are weak. Always have been, always will be.”
Rose winced. So did Grandpa.
“Huntsmaster, we out,” Jake said. The Huntsmaster activated his staff, and soon the two teleported from the room.
Rose sighed. “I’m sorry, Lao, I...”
“Don’t worry about it. It’s late. We must go home. Your dragon training resumes tomorrow.”
“Alright, alright,” said Rose, as they walked out of the home. She looked to the setting sun on the horizon.
It’s your fault...
The voices returned, in a slightly less demeaning form.
He’s evil... because of you...
Rose sighed heavily. Maybe they were right. Maybe this WAS her fault.
But that didn’t matter now.
She beat her yellow wings twice, and shot off towards the horizon.
Dragon training would resume tomorrow.
And training was the only thing that could save Jake.
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