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Post by Jilak on Oct 12, 2011 18:14:53 GMT -5
(OOC: Mugen and myself for now, due to being the introduction of what I hope to be very mathematical shenanigans.)
It was a peaceful day in the quiet little mountain ranges known only as the North Mountains. An even snow was falling, covering the already white ground with yet another covering of the freezing substance. All was calm, all was quiet. Until, of course, a bright, golden portal appeared in the middle of nowhere, depositing a young lad. He seemed to have been in the middle of a leisurely stroll through a rather warm area, as he was far under dressed for the occasion. As soon as his INCREDIBLY COOL white hat found itself embedded in the snow, he shot up, his enter body shivering like crazy. He quickly shot his lanky arms back to reach into his green backpack, quickly pulling a light yellow sweater over himself.
Just as the lad breathed a sigh of relief, gravity finally found its hold on him, pulling him down. He reached once more into his backpack, pulling out a silver blade with a handle seemingly made from tree roots, stabbing it into the mountain below him. He looked around, getting his bearings. Noticing that he was in a frozen wonderland, he frowned. He looked up as he heard a shriek, seeing what appeared to be a blue dragon soaring overhead.
"ICE KING!" The lad, none other than young Finn the Human, yelled as he leaped from his perch, thrusting himself to level with the dragon. Due to his angle, he was somewhat off-balance, however, and thus simply hit the dragon with the flat bit of his sword.
The blow propelled him backwards to a flat bit of the mountain, and he instantly went into a crouch, thrusting himself once more at the dragon. It let loose with an icy blast, encasing his hands around the hilt of his blade. Undeterred, Finn adjusted his angle, smashing the beast in the nose with his iced over hands. It freed his hands, and seemingly broke the creature's nose. He landed on another flat plateau, looking up. He would have attacked again, but the beast spoke, stopping him.
"Ow! You're just a... you're just a big jerk! I have had it with this stupid island! I'm going back to live with my parents in our own dimension!" The beast exclaimed, bringing its large hands to rest upon its injured nose. As such, its voice exited in a rather nasally fashion.
"Wait, what? Aren't you working with the Ice King?" Finn asked, dropping his aggressive stance.
"The Ice what? I was just out for a leisurely stroll, trying to enjoy the snow, when I saw you hanging there! When I came to help you just went all, like, Jack Nicholson on me." The dragon responded, tears beginning to well up.
"Aw, jeez. I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to--"
"Whatever! I am DONE with this place!" The dragon concluded with a huff, soaring off.
"Man. I feel really bad for the guy, Jake. Maybe we should--Jake?" Finn finally came to the realisation that he was alone. Not just that the dragon was gone, but that he was alone. No Ice King, no Jake, not even a penguin or two.
"Oookay, then."
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Post by mugenginga on Oct 12, 2011 18:27:08 GMT -5
"This is probably what headquarters would call a 'problem'."
A boy about the height of the new arrival but not quite as lanky was hanging from the tip of a cliff edge by his waist, or more specifically by a rope tied around his waste and lassoed to a rock just above the cliff edge. Behind him was a large pile of snow that seemed to be concealing a something... one might have called it a sled but sleds did not generally have fans stuck to the back of them with what looked to be an extremely haphazard combination of rope and glue.
"Mental note! Fans make a lot of noise and noises cause avalanches!" he said aloud to himself.
In one hand he had a green notebook flipped open to its first page. Lots of things like "rope" and "glue" and "lasso" and "sled" and "fan" and "metal" and "fast" and various other nouns and adjectives. To be honest, the entire page was filled. He looked down towards the pile on the ground and frowned. He was pretty sure that if he removed any of that the ground would give. He kicked his legs enough to spin himself around. And if the ground gave, he'd probably fall. It was quite possible he could come up with something to get out of this mess but... well, his note book was full.
"Um...." Maxwell thought for a moment. Well, a yell couldn't cause MORE of an avalanche right? Hey it was worth a try, right? "HEEEEEEELP!!!!"
Yeah he felt silly.
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Post by Jilak on Oct 14, 2011 17:09:11 GMT -5
Finn was currently in the middle of the SUPER IMPORTANT, SUPER SERIOUS business of sitting around doing nothing. Really, until he got his bearings about him, there wasn't much to do. Until he heard a voice call for help. Looking up, he noticed what seemed to be another young man around his age, hanging on for dear life. His heroic nature prevented him from being able to just stay on his perch and let the other fellow die, or worse, get seriously injured.
Thus, he leapt into action, forcing both hands into the icy wall before him. Needless to say, it was a bit cold. But he didn't have time for such frivolities. Someone needed his help, and he wasn't just going to let them down! So once he got over his initial frowning at the sheer cold that was this icy mountain, he began the slow but steady process of putting one hand over the other. Once he grew a bit more used to it, he began to increase his pace. This would have been SO much easier if he still had his other sword, but alas.
Upon finally making it to a height even with that of the other hanging boy, Finn stopped. His hands seem to be turning slightly blue. Were hands supposed to do that? Whatever, now wasn't the time for hands, now was the time for JUSTICE and HEROICS and other things that were PROBABLY NOT APPLICABLE HERE.
"Hey man, how's it hangi-whoa!" Finn interrupted himself upon noticing the young man's hat. It was pretty awesome, to be honest! His eyes began to sparkle.
"What a cool hat. Hey! Are you a... chicken... person?" Finn asked, noting the three spires in the middle of the other young man's hat. He wasn't even sure if chicken people were a real thing, but he didn't want to offend anyone. Not after the dragon.
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Post by mugenginga on Oct 14, 2011 17:19:53 GMT -5
"Welp."
Maxwell spun back and forth in a half circle. He couldn't really see anyone and no one seemed to be showing up which he really shouldn't have expected anything different but golly this was inconvenient! He reached up with his hands to the rope at his waist and was in the middle of attempting to spin himself around in it without falling out when he heard a series of grunts and crunchin noises. He stopped and turned towards them, found his position not quite adequate, and was forced to flail the rope into spinning again just in time for Finn to ask his question... and then his next.
"Uh..." Maxwell asked, not sure how to respond to that. Well, he certainly wasn't a chicken person. He looked up, tilting his head back. With his eyes straight up he was able to catch the edge of his hat. He'd... never really thought of it that way. But more importantly... He pointed his hand towards Finn's. His pencil was held in the same hand between the three fingers still down, "Are you okay? Your hands are all half-frozen you know."
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Post by Jilak on Dec 8, 2011 22:34:36 GMT -5
Finn looked at his hands. That probably wasn't too good. Not to mention the fact that he had begun to shiver, which would make holding onto the mountain far more difficult. But he couldn't worry about that right now. Not to mention, it really wasn't a big deal. Wasn't like he couldn't deal with frozen hands.
"It's cool." Finn answered, removing his right arm from the mountain and flinging it back. It destabilized him just a bit but he was able to hang on long enough to pull free his sword, jamming it into the rock wall before him. Making sure it was stable enough, he pulled himself to a standing position on its flat bit, putting his back against the icy wall.
"You look like you could use a bit of help. I'm Finn, by the way. Finn the human." Finn continued with a smile, reaching a half frozen hand out towards the other lad.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 8, 2011 22:58:59 GMT -5
Maxwell tilted his head when the other boy said it was cool. Well okay then. He looked down at Finn's hand as he extended it and introduced himself. Maxwell took his pencil and put it into the loopy bindings of his notebook before extending his hand.
"Uh, Maxwell. Uh... also human. An-"
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Post by Jilak on Dec 8, 2011 23:54:29 GMT -5
Finn's eyes widened as Maxwell mentioned his last bit. Also... human? He didn't often think about the fact that he was the last human, because it made him get weird, but it was a thing he was always sure of. So, needless to say, he was more than a bit surprised to find another who was supposedly human. There had been Susan Strong, but he was completely unsure about her. So perhaps he'd made a bad choice in deciding to yell while on a very unstable mountain, but at least he had a good reason!
"WHAT?!" Finn exclaimed, cutting Maxwell off. He realised his mistake as the mountain the two were on began to shake. Quite furiously, in fact. Looking up, Finn noticed a multitude of rocks falling for their location. Well. That wasn't even a little bit good.
There was no time to think, which was okay. Finn wasn't exactly the thinking type, relying mostly on his natural intuition, which went into overdrive. He thrust his hand the last few centimeters required to grab Maxwell's, making sure he had a rather firm grip before picking up his right leg and stomping it down onto the hilt of his sword. It was pulled free from the mountain, aiming downward in a slide of sorts. He gave a hurried look back at Maxwell as the two began to descend.
"Hang on!" Finn called back, guiding their dangerous descent.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 9, 2011 0:08:06 GMT -5
Finn shouted with enough volume, and most importantly, force, that Maxwell was actually blown a bit backwards. His eyes got wide and legs kicked as he tried to pedal back towards Finn. It caused him to swing forward just as the mountain began to rumble and Maxwell was in the middle of a swing back to look in surprise towards the noise when Finn grabbed his hand and then suddenly they were beginning to swordboard down the side of the mountain.
"Watch where you're going!!" Maxwell was able to get out as he kind of flew through the air, not touching the ground due to the totally intense speed Finn was going at. And of course that meant between the speed and the noise of the avalanche, Finn completely couldn't hear him. Maxwell realized any attempts to warn him about the mostly hidden rock they were sliding straight towards wouldn't be heard. Something definitely had to be done about that!
And so with one hand Maxwell managed to work the pencil out of the binding of his notebook, flip it open to a completely blank page, and in fairly horrid handwriting scribble down a word. The squiggly lines rearranged themselves and never was Maxwell more grateful for the "did you mean" function of his notebook. With a few more quick and sloppy strokes of his pencil, though, Finn would suddenly be aware of something VERY LARGE AND METAL flying over the top of his head and coming to a loud crashing landing over the rock he'd yet to see. It was...
A ramp. A metal ramp had manifested out of thin air. However its position was perfect at the speed he was going. He could totally slide up it and get some wicked air.
Although it had kind of come out of nowhere but okay?
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Post by Jilak on Dec 9, 2011 0:38:40 GMT -5
Finn was admittedly not being incredibly observant. Hence his not noticing the rock. To his defense, his sword was kicking up a fair bit of snow, slightly obscuring his vision. Also, the avalanche was RATHER LOUD, and the speed at which he was going didn't exactly make things any easier. So he'd neither seen the rock nor heard Maxwell. He DID, however, notice the large metallic object that just seemed to... appear. Well. He didn't exactly have time to ponder over it, however, because avalanche. So he just smiled a small, dangerous smile, before angling their descent towards the ramp. The two slid over it quite nicely, as he had expected, getting some sick wicked air.
Finn spun the sword under his feet, which of course as a result spun he himself. He hoped it would give Maxwell enough leverage to pull himself onto his back. Both because he needed a proper navigator and also because it would free up the other lad's hands. He had a sneaking suspicion that he was to thank for the very fortunate ramp.
He had no time to even attempt to voice any of these ideas, though, as the sword once more touched down. Because their path was somewhat blocked by what appeared to be a snow ogre. It didn't look very happy about the avalanche, actually.
He voiced something that didn't look very nice, though Finn couldn't quite hear him. Even if he had been in hearing range, he'd still likely be unable to be heard. Either way, things didn't look too bright.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 9, 2011 0:44:59 GMT -5
Maxwell let out a sigh of relief as Finn rather awesomely slid up the ramp and caught some amazing air. Actually he kind of had to admit the other kid could move. Maxwell wasn't really very good at things like this. He could do it, but it usually looked a lot more silly and a lot less planned. Fit he was, graceful he was not. All musings aside though, Finn was suddenly spinning and Maxwell hadn't been expecting that. Instead of pulling himself onto Finn's back, Maxwell instead lost his grip on Finn's hand and began catapaulting through the air.
His eyes widened and he was suddenly scribbling down more words into his notepad. There really wasn't time for flair here either, so it was a fairly normal looking parachute bag and lasso that popped into existance in the air above Maxwell. He barely had time to shove the notebook and pencil into his pocket before he grabbed the parachute and rope. He didn't even have time to put the latter on, so he just tugged the string and then threw one end of the rope.
If it all worked like he hoped, he'd rope Finn around the waste and they'd both shoot into the air with the parachute that Maxwell was holding onto with one hand. If not well... Maxwell had no idea if Finn could fight ogres. This was kind of a problem, yes.
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Post by Jilak on Dec 9, 2011 1:01:24 GMT -5
A few things became readily apparent to Finn. First, Maxwell wasn't actually with him any longer. That was bad. Second, the ogre didn't seem to be moving, and was in fact now running towards him. That was worse. Finally, the avalanche was still heading towards him. That wasn't actually that bad compared to losing Maxwell and having to deal with an ogre, but rule of three, you know. The fact that he had no idea whether or not he could fight an ogre didn't help either. Either way, Finn couldn't just set there and get tackled by an ogre into an avalanche. That would be unfortunate. So he went into a crouch of sorts, hands clasping around the hilt of his sword. If this avalanche and ogre were going to take him out, they were going to have to do it over his... well not his dead body, because he obviously didn't want to die, but--you know what nevermind.
In any case, he shot up upon grabbing the hilt of his sword, pulling it out from under him and aiming his body towards the ogre. He let out a mighty battle cry, sword raised high, before... a rope lassoed around his waist, pulling him just outside of both the ogre and the avalanches reach. The ogre was taking completely by surprise, getting overrun by the avalanche. Finn looked up towards Maxwell, grinning from ear to ear.
"Nice save, Max!" He called up.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 9, 2011 1:06:19 GMT -5
The lasso caught Finn just in time before a huge gust of upward cold air from the speed and power of the avalanche pushed both Maxwell (and therefore Finn) far up. Maxwell had both his hands occupied, one around the parachute backpack and one around the rope holoding Finn, so he couldn't really write more. So instead he just looked down at Finn. It looked like Finn wasn't the only one with a stupid grin on his face.
"Dude, you're completely insane!" Maxwell shouted down, "But I can't really guide us like this! How are you at crash landings?"
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Post by Jilak on Dec 9, 2011 1:30:28 GMT -5
Finn looked down. Ground looked safe enough. A bit far away, maybe, but safe enough. Honestly, as long as there were no more mountains, he didn't have any complaints. Besides, it wasn't like he wasn't used to crash landings. Well, he wasn't, but that wasn't the point.
"No idea! But I guess we'll have to find out!" Finn called up, laughing just a bit. He had to admit. Mortal peril or not, he was having fun. And in the end, wasn't that all that mattered? Well, no, probably not, but whatever.
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Post by mugenginga on Dec 9, 2011 1:33:58 GMT -5
Yes well. That... was honestly just a tiny bit problematic. I mean, for explaining later. It was kind of completely awesome at the moment but oh boy headquarters were going to flip on him later. BUT THAT WAS TOTALLY LATER RIGHT? By this point various gusts of wind had blown them about enough that there was a snowy valley below, putting them less on mountains and more between mountains. There were a lot of tall pine trees though.
"Heads up!" Maxwell said. He thought for a moment and realized something was wrong with that statement just before they began to drift down and Finn would begin to be brushed/tangled by the tops of the trees, "Or heads down!!"
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Post by Jilak on Dec 9, 2011 2:36:57 GMT -5
The treetops weren't really a big obstacle. They were a bit annoying, true, but Finn quickly began slicing at them with his sword, kicking the ones he couldn't quite reach out of the way. All things considered, it seemed to be shaping up to be the most graceful crash landing Finn had ever seen. Also the only crash landing he'd ever seen, but again, not the point. Point was, he was doing fine from his position. Once he was close enough to the bottom of one of the many pine trees, he grabbed onto it, sliding the rest of the way to the ground and releasing the rope.
"There. I knew we could do it, man." Finn said. Truth be told he actually had no idea they could do it, but he wasn't going to admit it.
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