"Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques, Dormez vous? Dormez vous? Sonnez les matines, Sonnez les matines, Din, din, don! Din, din, don..." my voice echoed. Gently filling the manor with melody, I continued the nursery rhyme for more time than I can remember. I couldn't decide on what to do other than sing to myself. Luncheon was already finished, and my father had taken me home. Any second now and everyone else would be over at my house. I was expecting Edgar, Sam, Dawn, and Elliot, though the list wasn't 'set in stone'. I had spent the last ten minutes making sure everything was clean, but it hadn't been much of a chore since everything was clean anyway. The only concern was in the amount of fur that had been shed across the furniture. My father …show more content…
"Not that I would know, I've only seen it on television. Say, Sylvia? Do you have a shoulder sash?" "I was just doing my best to make a joke. A very small joke. Besides, I do have a green shoulder sash, and could wear my sash around my neck, couldn't I?" I asked, still fixing its position. He smiled. "Go ahead, just try it! There's a button on the front to activate it. It'll beep when it's low on battery life, but it's full, so you have nothing to worry about... I think." "Okay," I replied. I pushed the button. Closing my eyes, I extended my arm in front of me just to get a feel for my orientation. It was like I was trying to perform some sort of psychosomatic force grip. Then, letting out a shallow breath, I began to imagine the very simplest thing to visualize. In front of me, slowly, began to appear a black cube. It didn't look very dense, but there was no way to mistake its glossy blackness for anything but obsidian. "Ha-ha!" he gleefully squealed. "You're freaking doing it!!! Look at you! It's working! It's working! Oh my crap, oh my crap, it …show more content…
"Quick!" said Elliot, "There are people here now! Now that off your neck before... um..." I raised an eyebrow. "This is Edgar, Sam, and Dawn we're talking about. They see your technology all of the time. Besides, didn't you have Dawn over for a strength test?" "Crap... yeah, yeah I did... but... well... well, you don't know!" he answered frantically. "They could be working with some firm or something that wants to buy all of my technology off of me!" Rolling my eyes, I took it off. Holding it in my hands, I gave a sigh. "I'm not sure where I should put this, now. It's kind of... unwieldy." "Don't you have pockets?" he suggested. I sighed. "Yes, yes I do. But you see, I may as well not have pockets at all. Maybe if I really try... I could fit a nickel into them at the most. But, then again, I guess I could put this in my room, this is my house after all. Do you know what you need to do? Invest in a company that makes pants for girls with real pockets in them. Now, that would make you millions." 'Knock Knock Knock!' "Coming!" I shouted, racing to the door. I tossed the band onto a seat, sparing no time at all. Before I knew it, the enormous wooden entrance was
" What is it " I asked looking at them in concern. Voltaire pushes them out the door and hushes them. He brought back a small piece of armor and I looked in the reflection.
Sarai added. “Yes, they were hoping that Malstaire would think it was a common theft for gain.”
"I d-d-don't know! W-w-why don't you go check it out, or are you too scared to?" I mocked her.
“You 're saying that the weapons we 're depending on may not even fire? And they can 't test them here?” She nodded at my question.
Behind the curtain there were many large objects draped in sheets and covered in dust. One of the objects was tall and slender like a ghost or monster of some sort. Thomas shook the thought out of his head as he crept past it.
“I have no idea where you’re going with this, but I am very intrigued. Do let me know if you need a hand.”
I shook my head and stood up to walk over to her splotchy monstrosity of a dress and considered it for a moment. "Could you dye the whole thing red?"
“Well we can’t force feed it to them. Can we?” another man asked, unsure of himself.
“I don’t think so, Alison. I told you before, none of those animatronics are real,” I
"Well get your mind out the gutter and get focused we might have zombies to kill but on a positive note if that sound was a vehicle we can use it and look for Zion" Amber said as she smirked at Leo while throwing him his jacket and backpack.
“So, you and my brother?” Sam said after a few moments, low enough so the rest of the group couldn’t hear him.
“Oh, it’s not like that. We had some troubleshooting to do first. We have things under control now. We’ll be rolling by tomorrow.”
"It doesn't matter." I waved off my questions. "But rest assured I really am who I say." He smiled at me.
"This was definitely an awesome experience for me." I thought to myself. "I really hope that I can do it again."
I picked up the link and held it toward him, the metal oily and strangely skinlike now with the slanting sun entering the window. "Would you care to examine it, Brother? One of our members wore it nineteen years on the chain gang."