Post by Dark Nella/Nella Black on Jan 28, 2012 15:18:44 GMT -5
](January 1st. Mid Morning. Open to everyone on Ask That Guy's side.)
Dark Nella walked into the basement grabbing a beer. She took a swig. Despite the urge to just kill everyone, Ask That Guy had returned her to this body and she felt like she owed him. So she'd stay with him at least for now. At least this way she'd have fun tortuing Nostalgia Chick and her pals. She found a seat and then heard a voice.
"What is the meaning of life?" said the voice.
"Who said that?" asked Dark Nella.
"I did. I ask questions to Ask That Guy for him to answer." said the voice.
"Well he's not here. And I'm not asking any questions. So go away." said Dark Nella.
"Well that was rude. Fine. I'm out of here." said the voice.
She suddenly hears the door slam as she wonders how a voice could do that. She shakes her head and takes another swig of the beer.
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Rita Repulsa walks down admiring the decor. It wasn't the palace she was used to but it had its own charms. She grabbed a bottle of wine pouring herself a glass. She wondered where Lord Zedd and the others are. Perhaps they'd be pulled in by that machine as well. She took a sip taking a seat in the room. She spotted Dark Nella and smiled. That girl radiated power. If they had been in her dimension she would have sent her after the Power Rangers but as of now they were just stuck here.
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Pinocchio came downstairs spotting the group. He saw a beer bottle and memories of Pleasure Island returned to him of how Lampwick became a donkey and how he nearly did too. He turned and grabbed a soda instead before glancing at the two women. They looked pretty scary and evil.
"Could I have chosen the wrong side after all?" thought Pinocchio.
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Dr. Smith walked in spying the group taking a glass of wine before finding a seat. He'd been up all night talking with Dr. Insano discusing evil plans and later talked with Myotismon. He had tried to study the vampire digimon but Myotismon refused and had gone to bed. He knew he wouldn't be around until tomorrow night anyway so he focused his attention back on the group. He took a sip just watching the group. The boy seemed to be the odd one out of the group so far. He reminded him of Will Robinson.
"He must be very naive or very stupid. Probably both. I wonder who else will join our little group." thought Dr. Smith.