I hope you guys know I'm risking being grounded for this. :b
Also, if there are typos, sorry. :/
Bunneh, Nurvana, Oak, Wolf, Q, Death, jeol, Danny, Strop, Tacky and Moon spiral through the flashing portal. Numbers and codes flash on all sides, and it's impossible to tell which way is up or down.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Everyone screams, clutching onto each other for dear life. Tacky squeezes her eyes shut, and jeol's bunny ears quiver in fearful anticipation. After what seems like eternity, the hurtling slows down and the group starts to float towards a circle of light glowing on the side of the portal. The sounds of shouting and cheerful laughter enaminate from the hole. Dan extends a hand to reach through the circle when suddenly his eyes widen. THere's a screeching noise the group starts to fall again.
"Oops." He says, eyes wide, and the team crashes through a different gate and onto the cold hard cobble stone. "Oh, no." Danny quickly scrambles upright and looks around, panic on his features.
Strop leaps up and places a sturdy hand on Danny's shoulder. "What." He grumbles. "Did you do?"
The programmer fidgets and looks down at his feet. "I might have coded the portal wrong..."
"What?!" There's a collected exclamation from the winded team. Moon glares at Danny, hands glowing with fiery anger.
"We...might be in the wrong time period."
"So where are we?" Strop narrows his eyes.
Danny looks terrified. "..I don't know." He whispers meekly.
Strop sighs. There's a pause as the group dusts themselves off and stands up, waiting expectantly for orders from the lone moderator. "Let's..eh..keep walking."
The group wanders down the abandoned streets. They make their way past an empty WEPR, save for a few stragglers, and what seems to be an early version of the AMW. "Weird." They mutter. The Forums look completely different than they do in the present time period; no stickies and there appeared to be missing forums.
Slowly, as they make their way towards where the Tavern should be, a rumbling noise echoes through the streets. It gets louder, and louder, until it escalates into a thundering roar and the team is face to face with what seems to be a war.
Strop's eyes widen. "I think I know where we are." He mutters. He quickly turns to Danny and whispers something in his ear. Then he says aloud: "Danny, when do you think you'll be able to get us to the right time? To set up all the codes?"
Danny clears his throat nervously. "I'd have to say a few hours..."
Strop curses under his breath and taps his chin, thinking. "We need someone to go scout out the area...I need to confirm that we're...here."
Tacky raises her hand, as do Bunneh, Oak and Moon. "We'll head out and check out the place." Tacky offers, and she and Moon take off at breakneck pace towards the meelee. Oak and Bunneh look at each other and head off as well, grinning with excitement.
"The rest of you make sure Danny doesn't get hurt while he codes. If he gets too injured to go on or gets distracted and messes up..." Strop frowns. "We might not be able to go back to our time."
"Where are YOU going, Strop?" asks Nurvana impatiently.
"I need to check out the Moderator's Forum." replies the mod, and takes off in the opposite direction.
Nurv groans. "Great."
Tacky and Moon end up in the middle of the conflict. Flaming resonates through the crowd, and angry rioters yell and jeer as the moderators lash out with their banhammers. Moon glances around. "I think I know where we are...I've heard of this event before." She narrowly dodges a stream of fire and returns it with a flick of her hand.
Tacky, relatively new, frowns. "When are we? Where?"
"The Great Flame War." Moon pauses for a moment as the two fight their way out of the crowd, knives and magic flashing. They settle down in a quieter area, where it isn't quite so loud. They watch the battle for a few more minutes.
"What's that?" asks Tacky, sitting down on a curb.
"I don't know too much...but it was a thread of some sort that got out of control. Flaming and all that. I didn't know it was this big..." Moon shoots a stream of magic into the battlefield, extinguishing a few flames.
"We should tell Strop." Tacky states, standing again and readying herself to fight back through the crowd.
"Yeah." agrees Moon and the two launch themselves into battle.
Tacky stabs a small troll and throws it into a fire-ball. "I have to say." She joked. "My ears are getting singed."
Moon chuckles as she lifts a particularily rowdy user above her head. "Tell me about it. My wings are fryin' here." She hurls the unsuspecting rioter into the air. "I'd have to say-"
A net closes around the two girls. "Oh, no." groans Moon.
The moderator glances at them. "Two new faces." He sighs. "It's always the new ones that get caught flaming first."
"Oh, no sir, you see-" tries Tacky but he cuts her off impatiently. It's obvious he's been fighting off flamers all day. His clothes are singed and his tail is still slightly smoking.
"Take your plea somewhere else." He growls and raises his banhammer high.
"Shizz." mutter Tacky and Moon in unison.
Oak and Bunneh, after a few minutes of fighting aimlessly through the thread, decide that they are not the best choices for scouts. Not because of their fighting abilities, but because they are both somewhat new to AG history.
"I" says Bunneh, kicking a user in the gut and dodging a fire-ball "Have no idea where we are."
"Me neither." states Oak. He blasts a pixellated bullet and catches a rogue troll in the head.
"We should probably head back..."
"Yeah..."
After a few more minutes of fighting, they find themselves in a dark alley. "Oh, boy." groans Bunneh. "Where are we?"
"No idea."
They walk down the alley for a few more minutes, whispering.
A loud, powerful voice echoes through the hall. "Why are you here?"
"Uh...uh...who are you?"
"We're...visitors..."
The figure steps into the light. "I'm Carlie, of course. Administrator of Armor Games."
