Chapter 15
"I can't believe Fuse is getting a present," grumbled Regis. He towed Tirin and the car towards a glowing green castle far outside the forum borders. The banishment zone, to be precise.
"It's probably just coal," said Tirin. "Fuse is a fuckin' jag and everyone knows it."
Thy drew closer to Fuse's castle, located in a desert wasteland. The green palace was large and spiky.
"I don't see a safe place to land," said Regis. "Should I land a ways back from it?"
"Nah, we don't have enough time. Just fly right over it and circle back in a few minutes."
"Will you be able to teleport right back into the flying car?"
"Yeah, probably."
They were right over the central part of the palace.
"Okay, genius," scoffed Regis. "How are you going to get down there th-hey!"
Tirin opened the car door and fell sideways, laughing as he drew towards the Earth. He was just about to impale himself on the castle spikes when he moved himself just a second through time and appeared inside the main hall. He was still falling, but slowed himself before landing on the hard green floor. Tirin looked around and prepared for Fuse's defenses. Nothing came.
The castle was warmly decorated. Wreaths hung on every window, a glowing fireplace crackled brilliantly, and Christmas carols echoed through the hall. Tirin landed right next to a tall and magnificent Christmas tree. Most of the presents underneath were addressed from Fuse and to others. (Of course, only his wicked friends.)
Tirin placed his gift beside the others and heard a loud voice from another room. He walked towards a large green door decorated with lights and sleigh bells. It was open just a crack, and Tirin put his head in.
It was the throne room! Fuse and several of his friends were standing around their master, who was seated on a presumptuous green and gold throne.
"It will surely work!" proclaimed Fuse. "I've been good for a whole year!"
"No bad, all good!" affirmed Juggos, one of Fuse's dimmest companions. He nodded his head repeatedly.
"It will take a fair bit of luck," said Mr. C, Fuse's luckiest and most loyal crony. "The crinkly old fool might suspect you'll use it for ill intent."
"Lies and slander!" shouted Fuse. "I've turned over a new leaf, never again will I attack our friends in the forum community!"
"Oh, shut up," said Reaprar, Fuse's newest and meanest minion. "He's been at it for decades, I bet he sees right through your ploy."
"Harumph!" said Fuse. "Juggos, harumph with me will you?"
"Harumph, Lord Fuse!"
"Very good!" Fuse laughed heartily. His smile faded. "I only wish that Maxi were here."
The whole group lowered their heads.
"Don't fret sir," said Mr. C. "We'll have our revenge on the Polack soon enough."
"Revenge, revenge!" said Juggos. "And all glory to Fuse in the highest!"
"Hey, who's at the door?" asked Reaprar.
"Welcome, priso-guest!" said Fuse as he turned his head to the door. But Tirin was already gone.
He stood between two large spikes on the roof for some time, with the sand blowing in his face. Finally Regis passed over him and Tirin teleported as best he could. He appeared on top of the car, and held on for dear life for several seconds. Fortunately he had left the drivers door open and quickly climbed inside.
He told Regis about the strange encounter and they wondered what Fuse could be up to after such a long period of silence.
"I can't believe Fuse is getting a present," grumbled Regis. He towed Tirin and the car towards a glowing green castle far outside the forum borders. The banishment zone, to be precise.
"It's probably just coal," said Tirin. "Fuse is a fuckin' jag and everyone knows it."
Thy drew closer to Fuse's castle, located in a desert wasteland. The green palace was large and spiky.
"I don't see a safe place to land," said Regis. "Should I land a ways back from it?"
"Nah, we don't have enough time. Just fly right over it and circle back in a few minutes."
"Will you be able to teleport right back into the flying car?"
"Yeah, probably."
They were right over the central part of the palace.
"Okay, genius," scoffed Regis. "How are you going to get down there th-hey!"
Tirin opened the car door and fell sideways, laughing as he drew towards the Earth. He was just about to impale himself on the castle spikes when he moved himself just a second through time and appeared inside the main hall. He was still falling, but slowed himself before landing on the hard green floor. Tirin looked around and prepared for Fuse's defenses. Nothing came.
The castle was warmly decorated. Wreaths hung on every window, a glowing fireplace crackled brilliantly, and Christmas carols echoed through the hall. Tirin landed right next to a tall and magnificent Christmas tree. Most of the presents underneath were addressed from Fuse and to others. (Of course, only his wicked friends.)
Tirin placed his gift beside the others and heard a loud voice from another room. He walked towards a large green door decorated with lights and sleigh bells. It was open just a crack, and Tirin put his head in.
It was the throne room! Fuse and several of his friends were standing around their master, who was seated on a presumptuous green and gold throne.
"It will surely work!" proclaimed Fuse. "I've been good for a whole year!"
"No bad, all good!" affirmed Juggos, one of Fuse's dimmest companions. He nodded his head repeatedly.
"It will take a fair bit of luck," said Mr. C, Fuse's luckiest and most loyal crony. "The crinkly old fool might suspect you'll use it for ill intent."
"Lies and slander!" shouted Fuse. "I've turned over a new leaf, never again will I attack our friends in the forum community!"
"Oh, shut up," said Reaprar, Fuse's newest and meanest minion. "He's been at it for decades, I bet he sees right through your ploy."
"Harumph!" said Fuse. "Juggos, harumph with me will you?"
"Harumph, Lord Fuse!"
"Very good!" Fuse laughed heartily. His smile faded. "I only wish that Maxi were here."
The whole group lowered their heads.
"Don't fret sir," said Mr. C. "We'll have our revenge on the Polack soon enough."
"Revenge, revenge!" said Juggos. "And all glory to Fuse in the highest!"
"Hey, who's at the door?" asked Reaprar.
"Welcome, priso-guest!" said Fuse as he turned his head to the door. But Tirin was already gone.
He stood between two large spikes on the roof for some time, with the sand blowing in his face. Finally Regis passed over him and Tirin teleported as best he could. He appeared on top of the car, and held on for dear life for several seconds. Fortunately he had left the drivers door open and quickly climbed inside.
He told Regis about the strange encounter and they wondered what Fuse could be up to after such a long period of silence.