Post by Paula on Mar 19, 2010 21:37:07 GMT -5
XDDDD Okay, if any of you remember that picture I posted up awhile back, then you know what this consists of....if not, well..
Just sit back and read, okay?
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Shiny Searcher Chronicles: The Search Begins!
"I'm bored..."
"Join the club."
"There's a club for bored guys?"
"....hmm, I don't think so. But in this case, it's sarcasm."
"Sarcasm's confusing."
"You're confusing."
"That's not a very nice thing to say..."
"You're not a very nice thing to--wait, what?" Zoelin lifted her head, a confused line was shown on her face as she contemplated her last comment. So far it was the only thing that was keeping the silence from coming upon the operatives in the room, though even she knew that last bit didn't make any sense at all. As a frown made it's way onto her face, the other smaller operative she was speaking too-- Cyril, was keeping his gaze on her.
It looked as if they were completely bored, which was true, although the way they were sitting, it almost looked as if if someone came up to them, asking to play a simple game of "it", they might've jumped at the chance. However, that wasn't the case, as most of their team members were either off on special missions, or were stuck doing work around the base.
As for these two, it meant no other things to do, and no other friends to play with.
The two in question, who were most normally known for "borrowing" random shiny things in their younger years, had found the deed to be a bit tedious..Since most of their friends had pretty much figured out their aim as to now, and the collection in their respective rooms were already kept up to date with being shiny and somewhat-looking-new.
The scarlet furred teen lied her head back on the table, now facing her friend once more. "All right, it's your turn."
"But I'm no good at it." He whined. Maybe if the fringe wasn't there, he might've seen her eyes raise up to the ceiling in a motion of annoyance.
"If that's the case, then maybe we should play something else." She turned her head away, now looking over at the T.V., which the last GTND member had left on in the room before leaving. There was a commercial playing, where it was showing a human man running about with someone in a deep dark cave. The two humans seemed to be holding something very important, as it was almost left behind when he slid through the door and it popped out of his possession--only to be caught at the last minute before the door closed completely.
"I hate this channel." Cyril's words popped into her mind, as he was flying towards the T.V., about to change it.
"NO!" She quickly got up and leaped towards the television, almost in a pouncing like manner. Cyril squwaked, flapping his wings as he got out of the girl's way and turned his head just in time to see her grasping the screen with her arms around it.
She turned around and said simply with a silver-gray grin, "I know what we're going to do today."
Cyril hovered for a few seconds before zooming to the blonde, resting on the top of her head. "WHATISITOHMYGOSHTELLMEIWANNAKNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!"
A small chuckle came from the girl as she nodded towards the TV, now stepping a few steps back from it. "See that? They're having adventures just looking for things. So, why shouldn't we?"
"Because we don't have loads of caves and traps like they do?" Cyril asked, now taking note of the special on the screen.
Zoelin's ears flattened a bit. "No, not that. All we need is our imaginations..and a few other things--"
"I'LL GET MY HAT!" Cyril shouted, now taking to the air again as he zoomed out of the room. Zoelin was left looking a bit surprised by the sudden action, but she laughed.
"Glad to see you're on board."
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Moments later, she was standing outside of a door, all dressed in something that wasn't her usual garb. Khaki shorts with a blue unbuttoned collared shirt and a white tee-shirt underneath. To complete the look, she also wore a tan-colored fedora hat placed on her head, it flattened her ears some, but she didn't care.
"Cyril!" She knocked on the door, revealing to be his bedroom's door. "Come on, man.....You went into your room first, how is it that I got dressed before you?"
"I don't know," he voice came out as a muffle. "Getting ready takes time for meeeeeeeeeeee!"
"...Well, if you're not ready yet, then we might as well call it off--"
"NOO! Wait, why don't you help me?"
Zoelin blinked, facing the door as if she was talking to it like a normal being. "Help with what?"
"I can't find it. My special hat!" Shrugging, the girl went inside to see what was up, only to find random feathers flying everywhere as a tan brown blur kept whizzing about the room.
"Cyril?"
"I can't find it! My special haaaaaaaaaaaaaaat! It's very special and very hatty and--"
“Pink…”
Cyril stopped in mid-air, still flapping his wings as he regarded the teen with an incredulous expression. “How’d you know that?”
“It’s on your head."
"What?" Zoelin pointed upward, making the shorter lad glance up to see a pink fedora right on his head. A huge grin replaced his worried look as he squealed. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" As he did a little jig in the air, pleased to find the “special hat.” Call it weird timing, but Zoelin began to let out a couple of giggles as the bird-alien fell out of the air, falling onto the floor.
“What?”
“Your hat…it’s pink.” She stifled a few giggles.
"Yeah, so?"
"I'd expected you to be wearing something more...camo, or something."
"But I'm all camo, Zo! It's one of the things that makes me special!"
"Sure, sure." She watched him fix his feathers a bit and readjust his hat, before looking around his room. "Has it gotten messier since the last time I've been in here?"
"Er...maybe? I dunno!" He beamed, before tilting his head to the side.
Zoelin looked off to the side and found a stray butterfly net. "Hey! I bet we could use this!...wait, what's it doing in your room?" Cyril was about to open his mouth, but Zoelin shook her head. "Never mind, I'm not sure if I want to know." Swishing the net around, her face claimed her grin once more, having fun with the newfound object.
"HEY! I want a weapon tooooo."
"Cyril, you are a weapon."
"Are we starting that game again? I thought we were playing a new one?"
Zoelin shook her head. "We are..I was just..never mind, but don't worry, we'll find you something." She looked around his room, wondering if this would be a good place to start, since she had found the net in here. Then again, his room might not have a second streak of luck, to where there would be an object just lieing there on the floor.
"OOF!!!!!"
Only to realize she tripped over said object. It wasn't much, just some rope that seemed to be longer than both of their heights together. Still, a weapon was a weapon.
"How about that?" She pointed, and Cyril followed, resting his eyes on the rope.
"OHMYGOSHYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" He scooped up the rope, circling it to where it made a nice round loop and smiled for about the fifth time that morning. "OKAY, NOW WE CAN HUNT--"
"Search."
"SEARCH!"
With their hats, outfits, and weapons in hand, the duo began the search by walking out into the corridor, looking from the left, then to the right. After whipping their heads this way and that for a couple of seconds, Zoelin started slowly walking on her toes--rather, almost near the tippy-tip part of her toes. Cyril imitated her actions as well, but then had stopped, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
“How can you do that?” Cyril asked. When Zoelin asked what he was talking about, he added, “That. You’re already on your toes, aren’t you?”
“Er…” Zoelin stopped as well, now looking at her feet as well. “…I’m magical?” Cyril’s eyes lit up at the last word and he leapt from the floor onto her head, feathers flying behind him. Zoelin almost fell forward from the sudden motion as he began to yell very loudly.
“REALLY?!!CANYOUGIVEMEWISHES?!”
“Nooooo…and I think you killed the magic, see?” She pointed down at her feet, which were back to their normal position on the floor. Cyril let out a whine and slid off of her head. “Hey, we don’t need wishes, remember? We’re searchers!” She told him, trying to get him back into his happy mood from the slight delay of her magical abilities. By the way his face lit up again, her reassuring words had worked.
“Now, can we keep going?”
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Zoelin raised a finger to her lips, signaling him to be a bit quieter. He nodded, holding both wings up to his beak. As the taller girl made a motion to walk on again, Cyril spoke up.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!” One didn’t need to see Zoelin’s facial expressions as she slumped her shoulders a bit in annoyance.
“What?”
“It’ll get too quiet. You know what we need?”
“…What?”
“THEME MUSIC!” Zoelin raised an eyebrow at him, as she thought over his idea. When a smile came onto her face, giving the Kygne a clue that she liked the concept. However, the scarlet girl hadn’t had the chance to give a suggestion, as Cyril immediately started singing…loudly.
“IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL!”
“Cyril…”
”IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT’S A SMALL, SMALL WOR--”
“CYRIL!”
“…yes?”
“As much as I love that song to death, I don’t think it’s “searcher” material.” Zoelin gave a light shrug. Cyril gave a small pout and huffed.
“All right, you think of one.” Zoelin only grinned at the boy, flashing her silver teeth.
“Gladly….“ Then, taking in a deep breath, she sang loudly, “DO DO-DO DO DORA! DO DO-DO DO DORA! DORA DORA DORA THE EXPLORER!!!!!!”
Cyril’s eyes widened at this, as the Whiskite before him was singing. Not as loudly as he had been before, but close enough. He flapped his wings, trying to get her attention as she went into the next few lines mumbling the words with some sort of other language.
“OKAY, OKAY! I’ll admit that one’s better than mine..but..who’s Dora?”
Zoelin shrugged. “I dunno, but I remember hearing that song once when I was going by the TV room. Apparently, she’s an explorer.”
“But I thought we’re searchers?”
“We are…”
“So..why are we singing about explorers, than singing about searchers? IT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE!!!!” Cyril flapped his wings again, looking very confused.
“Good point,” Zoelin muttered, as her ears flattened lower than they already were against her head. “Okay, how about this: We’ll change the lyrics, and it can be our theme song, okay?” Cyril nodded frantically, obviously pleased with this idea. Zoelin cleared her throat and started off.
”Do do-do do…Cyril!”
”Do do-do do….ZOELY!”
Zoelin was about to continue with the next verse, but she shook her head. “Hmm…maybe the rest of the lyrics can wait later. Once we know what to search for and stuff.”
“I KNOW WHAT WE CAN SEARCH FOR!” Cyril yelled, now taking to the air again. As Zoelin raised an eyebrow, he added, “WE CAN SEARCH FOR SHINIES!”
He had a point; so far, as to what they were searching for hadn’t entered in either of their minds when she had suggested they’d do this that morning. Plus, from what she remembered, they were both, in her own terms, “shiny-prone”, so why not search for the one thing that captured their interest?
“All right! Then that’s what we’ll search for….We’ll be--”
“CYRIL AND HIS FRIEND THAT ARE SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING SHINY!”
“….That’s a little long.”
“Oh.”
“Zoelin and her friend that are searching for something shiny?”
“…Isn’t that long, too?”
“Oh yeah….okay then, how about ‘Shiny Searchers’?” Zoelin asked, giving a light shrug at the name. The reaction she received from him was abrupt, but somewhat expected as he zoomed at her head, hugging it.
“OHMYGOSHYESSSS! THAT’S PERFECT!!!!!!” As he kept his hold on the girl’s head, Zoelin flailed her arms about, trying to grab onto something so she wouldn’t fall.
“Glad to see you like it.” Her voice came out muffled from being under his feathers. “But Cyril…I need to breathe!”
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The halls near one of the more dry corridors were fairly quiet. Not a lot of people were around, save for the little boy who was walking through, playing with a small yo-yo in his hand. The gems on it seemed to glitter under the hallway’s light, casting reflective glows onto the walls nearby. Up and down the toy went on his hand, up and down…Up and down. He seemed so engrossed with the shining toy, that as he passed a hallway, he didn’t notice the two shadows creeping their way along side of the wall.
One blonde and scarlet-furred head popped out, then a golden brown-feathered one.
Zoelin craned her neck towards the right, keeping an eye out on that side, as Cyril moved his head towards the left.
“Shh…Now, be very, very quiet…There’s some shinies about.” Zoelin whispered.
“But where?” Cyril asked.
“I don’t know…we have to search for them, remember?” Cyril nodded, and then he let a noise of glee.
“THERE!!!!”
“Shhh!”
“I mean..’there.’” Cyril half-whispered, half-shouted. He pointed towards the boy playing with the yo-yo, which Zoelin regarded with only a head-tilt. “He’s got one!”
“Hmm…That he does, Cyril. That he does.” Tightening her grip on the net, she turned to the smaller boy. “But…he’s already playing with it.”
“So?”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to get it if it was by itself?” Cyril looked up at her, giving a look that either meant that he didn’t really care about that, or he didn’t understand where she was going with this. Zoelin sighed and watched the boy again. “On second thought, maybe we could try--”
“YAY!” Apparently, her efforts of trying to make him more quieter had gone out the window, as he let all knowledge of “sneaky and inside voices” out the window, and he started flying towards the boy. Zoelin could only follow, catching up with him in a few strides before breaking into a sprint. The boy they were targeting was still ahead of them, but it didn’t take them very long to get within an ear’s distance of him, which made Zoelin try to get Cyril to whisper again.
“Remember…be sneaky!” However, as irony would have it, her effort to make him be quiet made her lose the illusion of herself being quiet since the boy had heard her and broke off into a running sprint of his own.
“…Drat.” A thin line etched itself on her face as she stopped, the net hanging like dead weight in her hands. Cyril took note of this, and flew back towards her, hovering just above her head.
“WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU STOPPING WE CAN STILL CATCH HIM!!!!”
“Yeah…but he knows we’re on his trail. We’ll have to go search somewhere else.” Turning around, Zoelin walked towards the next hallway, with Cyril flying after her.
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The second try seemed to go a little more smoothly, as Cyril hadn’t been able to yell and fly off after the person they were targeting, though just as Zoelin was about to leap with the butterfly net, the alien in question had heard Cyril’s squwakings and had made a run for it.
The same thing happened with the third victim.
Then the fourth…and the fifth.
Finally, though, Zoelin was getting a bit discouraged, as their efforts to search for the shinies wasn’t exactly coming up very fruitful. As of right now, she was leaning against a wall with her back propped against it and was playing with the handle of her ‘weapon’.
“We need a different approach.”
“We need a new theme song!”
“…Mmm, I don’t think so, Cyril.” Zoelin shook her head. Cyril, who was now sitting on top of her head, had flapped his wings in a sense to make a point.
“NO! What I mean is that maybe we need a new song that’ll give us better luck!” Zoelin frowned at this, not completely getting it, so she tilted her head upward at him, causing him to shift in sitting position.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, maybe if we make a new song, instead of one that’s based off another, it’ll give us that extra SEARCHING POWER!” As odd enough as it sounded, the boy’s logic did make sense, which scared her a little in a way, but stranger things have happened, so why not?
“Okay...But what song are we going to do?”
“Ummmmm….YOU MAKE UP ONE!”
“It was your idea.”
“But you thought up of the game!” Zoelin rolled her eyes and let out a breath.
“Okay. Hmm…”
“Searching, searching, searching,
We’re needing to find.
Searching, searching, searching,
For those things that hide.
They’re everywhere, and anywhere,
To keep themselves hidden.
So that is why, we must try,
To find them before lidden.”
“What’s ‘Lidden’?” Cyril asked.
“Something that rhymes with hidden.” Zoelin smirked. “Well, that was my best shot, let’s see if it works!”
“YES!” Taking off from her head, Cyril took to the air once again, and flew into the next hall, with Zoelin right behind him. Hopefully, maybe the song might’ve worked, since now those random lyrics were burrowing into her mind….and apparently through Cyril’s as well since he wouldn’t stop singing it loudly as the two did their little “searching.”
“Searching, searching, searching,
We’re needing to find.
Searching, searching, searching,
For those things that hide!
They’re everywhere and anywhere,
To keep them hidden.
So that is why, we must try,
To find them before they’re lidden!”
Though they hadn’t found anything yet, they might soon with that song. Then again, they might not if their next target hears them still singing it while in pursuit.
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Okay, yeah....really, really random.
XDDD Dora the Explorer, Indiana Jones are all good influences and reasons to search for shiny things!
Who knows, they'll find something. ^^
Cyril (c) Roz
Zoelin (c) Paula
Just sit back and read, okay?
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Shiny Searcher Chronicles: The Search Begins!
"I'm bored..."
"Join the club."
"There's a club for bored guys?"
"....hmm, I don't think so. But in this case, it's sarcasm."
"Sarcasm's confusing."
"You're confusing."
"That's not a very nice thing to say..."
"You're not a very nice thing to--wait, what?" Zoelin lifted her head, a confused line was shown on her face as she contemplated her last comment. So far it was the only thing that was keeping the silence from coming upon the operatives in the room, though even she knew that last bit didn't make any sense at all. As a frown made it's way onto her face, the other smaller operative she was speaking too-- Cyril, was keeping his gaze on her.
It looked as if they were completely bored, which was true, although the way they were sitting, it almost looked as if if someone came up to them, asking to play a simple game of "it", they might've jumped at the chance. However, that wasn't the case, as most of their team members were either off on special missions, or were stuck doing work around the base.
As for these two, it meant no other things to do, and no other friends to play with.
The two in question, who were most normally known for "borrowing" random shiny things in their younger years, had found the deed to be a bit tedious..Since most of their friends had pretty much figured out their aim as to now, and the collection in their respective rooms were already kept up to date with being shiny and somewhat-looking-new.
The scarlet furred teen lied her head back on the table, now facing her friend once more. "All right, it's your turn."
"But I'm no good at it." He whined. Maybe if the fringe wasn't there, he might've seen her eyes raise up to the ceiling in a motion of annoyance.
"If that's the case, then maybe we should play something else." She turned her head away, now looking over at the T.V., which the last GTND member had left on in the room before leaving. There was a commercial playing, where it was showing a human man running about with someone in a deep dark cave. The two humans seemed to be holding something very important, as it was almost left behind when he slid through the door and it popped out of his possession--only to be caught at the last minute before the door closed completely.
"I hate this channel." Cyril's words popped into her mind, as he was flying towards the T.V., about to change it.
"NO!" She quickly got up and leaped towards the television, almost in a pouncing like manner. Cyril squwaked, flapping his wings as he got out of the girl's way and turned his head just in time to see her grasping the screen with her arms around it.
She turned around and said simply with a silver-gray grin, "I know what we're going to do today."
Cyril hovered for a few seconds before zooming to the blonde, resting on the top of her head. "WHATISITOHMYGOSHTELLMEIWANNAKNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!"
A small chuckle came from the girl as she nodded towards the TV, now stepping a few steps back from it. "See that? They're having adventures just looking for things. So, why shouldn't we?"
"Because we don't have loads of caves and traps like they do?" Cyril asked, now taking note of the special on the screen.
Zoelin's ears flattened a bit. "No, not that. All we need is our imaginations..and a few other things--"
"I'LL GET MY HAT!" Cyril shouted, now taking to the air again as he zoomed out of the room. Zoelin was left looking a bit surprised by the sudden action, but she laughed.
"Glad to see you're on board."
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Moments later, she was standing outside of a door, all dressed in something that wasn't her usual garb. Khaki shorts with a blue unbuttoned collared shirt and a white tee-shirt underneath. To complete the look, she also wore a tan-colored fedora hat placed on her head, it flattened her ears some, but she didn't care.
"Cyril!" She knocked on the door, revealing to be his bedroom's door. "Come on, man.....You went into your room first, how is it that I got dressed before you?"
"I don't know," he voice came out as a muffle. "Getting ready takes time for meeeeeeeeeeee!"
"...Well, if you're not ready yet, then we might as well call it off--"
"NOO! Wait, why don't you help me?"
Zoelin blinked, facing the door as if she was talking to it like a normal being. "Help with what?"
"I can't find it. My special hat!" Shrugging, the girl went inside to see what was up, only to find random feathers flying everywhere as a tan brown blur kept whizzing about the room.
"Cyril?"
"I can't find it! My special haaaaaaaaaaaaaaat! It's very special and very hatty and--"
“Pink…”
Cyril stopped in mid-air, still flapping his wings as he regarded the teen with an incredulous expression. “How’d you know that?”
“It’s on your head."
"What?" Zoelin pointed upward, making the shorter lad glance up to see a pink fedora right on his head. A huge grin replaced his worried look as he squealed. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" As he did a little jig in the air, pleased to find the “special hat.” Call it weird timing, but Zoelin began to let out a couple of giggles as the bird-alien fell out of the air, falling onto the floor.
“What?”
“Your hat…it’s pink.” She stifled a few giggles.
"Yeah, so?"
"I'd expected you to be wearing something more...camo, or something."
"But I'm all camo, Zo! It's one of the things that makes me special!"
"Sure, sure." She watched him fix his feathers a bit and readjust his hat, before looking around his room. "Has it gotten messier since the last time I've been in here?"
"Er...maybe? I dunno!" He beamed, before tilting his head to the side.
Zoelin looked off to the side and found a stray butterfly net. "Hey! I bet we could use this!...wait, what's it doing in your room?" Cyril was about to open his mouth, but Zoelin shook her head. "Never mind, I'm not sure if I want to know." Swishing the net around, her face claimed her grin once more, having fun with the newfound object.
"HEY! I want a weapon tooooo."
"Cyril, you are a weapon."
"Are we starting that game again? I thought we were playing a new one?"
Zoelin shook her head. "We are..I was just..never mind, but don't worry, we'll find you something." She looked around his room, wondering if this would be a good place to start, since she had found the net in here. Then again, his room might not have a second streak of luck, to where there would be an object just lieing there on the floor.
"OOF!!!!!"
Only to realize she tripped over said object. It wasn't much, just some rope that seemed to be longer than both of their heights together. Still, a weapon was a weapon.
"How about that?" She pointed, and Cyril followed, resting his eyes on the rope.
"OHMYGOSHYEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" He scooped up the rope, circling it to where it made a nice round loop and smiled for about the fifth time that morning. "OKAY, NOW WE CAN HUNT--"
"Search."
"SEARCH!"
With their hats, outfits, and weapons in hand, the duo began the search by walking out into the corridor, looking from the left, then to the right. After whipping their heads this way and that for a couple of seconds, Zoelin started slowly walking on her toes--rather, almost near the tippy-tip part of her toes. Cyril imitated her actions as well, but then had stopped, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
“How can you do that?” Cyril asked. When Zoelin asked what he was talking about, he added, “That. You’re already on your toes, aren’t you?”
“Er…” Zoelin stopped as well, now looking at her feet as well. “…I’m magical?” Cyril’s eyes lit up at the last word and he leapt from the floor onto her head, feathers flying behind him. Zoelin almost fell forward from the sudden motion as he began to yell very loudly.
“REALLY?!!CANYOUGIVEMEWISHES?!”
“Nooooo…and I think you killed the magic, see?” She pointed down at her feet, which were back to their normal position on the floor. Cyril let out a whine and slid off of her head. “Hey, we don’t need wishes, remember? We’re searchers!” She told him, trying to get him back into his happy mood from the slight delay of her magical abilities. By the way his face lit up again, her reassuring words had worked.
“Now, can we keep going?”
“YESSSSSSSSSSSSS!” Zoelin raised a finger to her lips, signaling him to be a bit quieter. He nodded, holding both wings up to his beak. As the taller girl made a motion to walk on again, Cyril spoke up.
“WAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTT!!!” One didn’t need to see Zoelin’s facial expressions as she slumped her shoulders a bit in annoyance.
“What?”
“It’ll get too quiet. You know what we need?”
“…What?”
“THEME MUSIC!” Zoelin raised an eyebrow at him, as she thought over his idea. When a smile came onto her face, giving the Kygne a clue that she liked the concept. However, the scarlet girl hadn’t had the chance to give a suggestion, as Cyril immediately started singing…loudly.
“IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL!”
“Cyril…”
”IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL! IT’S A SMALL, SMALL WOR--”
“CYRIL!”
“…yes?”
“As much as I love that song to death, I don’t think it’s “searcher” material.” Zoelin gave a light shrug. Cyril gave a small pout and huffed.
“All right, you think of one.” Zoelin only grinned at the boy, flashing her silver teeth.
“Gladly….“ Then, taking in a deep breath, she sang loudly, “DO DO-DO DO DORA! DO DO-DO DO DORA! DORA DORA DORA THE EXPLORER!!!!!!”
Cyril’s eyes widened at this, as the Whiskite before him was singing. Not as loudly as he had been before, but close enough. He flapped his wings, trying to get her attention as she went into the next few lines mumbling the words with some sort of other language.
“OKAY, OKAY! I’ll admit that one’s better than mine..but..who’s Dora?”
Zoelin shrugged. “I dunno, but I remember hearing that song once when I was going by the TV room. Apparently, she’s an explorer.”
“But I thought we’re searchers?”
“We are…”
“So..why are we singing about explorers, than singing about searchers? IT DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE!!!!” Cyril flapped his wings again, looking very confused.
“Good point,” Zoelin muttered, as her ears flattened lower than they already were against her head. “Okay, how about this: We’ll change the lyrics, and it can be our theme song, okay?” Cyril nodded frantically, obviously pleased with this idea. Zoelin cleared her throat and started off.
”Do do-do do…Cyril!”
”Do do-do do….ZOELY!”
Zoelin was about to continue with the next verse, but she shook her head. “Hmm…maybe the rest of the lyrics can wait later. Once we know what to search for and stuff.”
“I KNOW WHAT WE CAN SEARCH FOR!” Cyril yelled, now taking to the air again. As Zoelin raised an eyebrow, he added, “WE CAN SEARCH FOR SHINIES!”
He had a point; so far, as to what they were searching for hadn’t entered in either of their minds when she had suggested they’d do this that morning. Plus, from what she remembered, they were both, in her own terms, “shiny-prone”, so why not search for the one thing that captured their interest?
“All right! Then that’s what we’ll search for….We’ll be--”
“CYRIL AND HIS FRIEND THAT ARE SEARCHING FOR SOMETHING SHINY!”
“….That’s a little long.”
“Oh.”
“Zoelin and her friend that are searching for something shiny?”
“…Isn’t that long, too?”
“Oh yeah….okay then, how about ‘Shiny Searchers’?” Zoelin asked, giving a light shrug at the name. The reaction she received from him was abrupt, but somewhat expected as he zoomed at her head, hugging it.
“OHMYGOSHYESSSS! THAT’S PERFECT!!!!!!” As he kept his hold on the girl’s head, Zoelin flailed her arms about, trying to grab onto something so she wouldn’t fall.
“Glad to see you like it.” Her voice came out muffled from being under his feathers. “But Cyril…I need to breathe!”
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The halls near one of the more dry corridors were fairly quiet. Not a lot of people were around, save for the little boy who was walking through, playing with a small yo-yo in his hand. The gems on it seemed to glitter under the hallway’s light, casting reflective glows onto the walls nearby. Up and down the toy went on his hand, up and down…Up and down. He seemed so engrossed with the shining toy, that as he passed a hallway, he didn’t notice the two shadows creeping their way along side of the wall.
One blonde and scarlet-furred head popped out, then a golden brown-feathered one.
Zoelin craned her neck towards the right, keeping an eye out on that side, as Cyril moved his head towards the left.
“Shh…Now, be very, very quiet…There’s some shinies about.” Zoelin whispered.
“But where?” Cyril asked.
“I don’t know…we have to search for them, remember?” Cyril nodded, and then he let a noise of glee.
“THERE!!!!”
“Shhh!”
“I mean..’there.’” Cyril half-whispered, half-shouted. He pointed towards the boy playing with the yo-yo, which Zoelin regarded with only a head-tilt. “He’s got one!”
“Hmm…That he does, Cyril. That he does.” Tightening her grip on the net, she turned to the smaller boy. “But…he’s already playing with it.”
“So?”
“Wouldn’t it be easier to get it if it was by itself?” Cyril looked up at her, giving a look that either meant that he didn’t really care about that, or he didn’t understand where she was going with this. Zoelin sighed and watched the boy again. “On second thought, maybe we could try--”
“YAY!” Apparently, her efforts of trying to make him more quieter had gone out the window, as he let all knowledge of “sneaky and inside voices” out the window, and he started flying towards the boy. Zoelin could only follow, catching up with him in a few strides before breaking into a sprint. The boy they were targeting was still ahead of them, but it didn’t take them very long to get within an ear’s distance of him, which made Zoelin try to get Cyril to whisper again.
“Remember…be sneaky!” However, as irony would have it, her effort to make him be quiet made her lose the illusion of herself being quiet since the boy had heard her and broke off into a running sprint of his own.
“…Drat.” A thin line etched itself on her face as she stopped, the net hanging like dead weight in her hands. Cyril took note of this, and flew back towards her, hovering just above her head.
“WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU STOPPING WE CAN STILL CATCH HIM!!!!”
“Yeah…but he knows we’re on his trail. We’ll have to go search somewhere else.” Turning around, Zoelin walked towards the next hallway, with Cyril flying after her.
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The second try seemed to go a little more smoothly, as Cyril hadn’t been able to yell and fly off after the person they were targeting, though just as Zoelin was about to leap with the butterfly net, the alien in question had heard Cyril’s squwakings and had made a run for it.
The same thing happened with the third victim.
Then the fourth…and the fifth.
Finally, though, Zoelin was getting a bit discouraged, as their efforts to search for the shinies wasn’t exactly coming up very fruitful. As of right now, she was leaning against a wall with her back propped against it and was playing with the handle of her ‘weapon’.
“We need a different approach.”
“We need a new theme song!”
“…Mmm, I don’t think so, Cyril.” Zoelin shook her head. Cyril, who was now sitting on top of her head, had flapped his wings in a sense to make a point.
“NO! What I mean is that maybe we need a new song that’ll give us better luck!” Zoelin frowned at this, not completely getting it, so she tilted her head upward at him, causing him to shift in sitting position.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Well, maybe if we make a new song, instead of one that’s based off another, it’ll give us that extra SEARCHING POWER!” As odd enough as it sounded, the boy’s logic did make sense, which scared her a little in a way, but stranger things have happened, so why not?
“Okay...But what song are we going to do?”
“Ummmmm….YOU MAKE UP ONE!”
“It was your idea.”
“But you thought up of the game!” Zoelin rolled her eyes and let out a breath.
“Okay. Hmm…”
“Searching, searching, searching,
We’re needing to find.
Searching, searching, searching,
For those things that hide.
They’re everywhere, and anywhere,
To keep themselves hidden.
So that is why, we must try,
To find them before lidden.”
“What’s ‘Lidden’?” Cyril asked.
“Something that rhymes with hidden.” Zoelin smirked. “Well, that was my best shot, let’s see if it works!”
“YES!” Taking off from her head, Cyril took to the air once again, and flew into the next hall, with Zoelin right behind him. Hopefully, maybe the song might’ve worked, since now those random lyrics were burrowing into her mind….and apparently through Cyril’s as well since he wouldn’t stop singing it loudly as the two did their little “searching.”
“Searching, searching, searching,
We’re needing to find.
Searching, searching, searching,
For those things that hide!
They’re everywhere and anywhere,
To keep them hidden.
So that is why, we must try,
To find them before they’re lidden!”
Though they hadn’t found anything yet, they might soon with that song. Then again, they might not if their next target hears them still singing it while in pursuit.
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Okay, yeah....really, really random.
XDDD Dora the Explorer, Indiana Jones are all good influences and reasons to search for shiny things!
Who knows, they'll find something. ^^
Cyril (c) Roz
Zoelin (c) Paula
