Andre doesn't know about hygene, but he make things made out of... well, wood. He also enslaves woodland creatures to do his disgusting work such as foot massages. HE EVEN USES THEM AS AMMUNITION FOR HIS WOODEN RODENT GUN! D:
(I couldn't find a character page since a certain wiki doesn't exist. So I'll put this here. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freaky_Flyers )
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Andre Latoilette
A lumberjack that use animals for "companions".
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Nikko Village
a character in “Fusion Fantasy Neo”, as played by Karasz
Description
So begins...
Andre Latoilette's Story
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That is until one of the villagers is making off with a terrible song and using animals. Coming from a cabin made of oak wood, there lived a lumberjack who is practicing his song with no avail whatsoever. Sarina and the other villagers cover their ears. Sarina approaches the oak cabin and knocks on his door.
"Excuse me!!" Sarina cried, "May I have a word with you?"
"Pardon moi, I'll be right over~" The door opens in front of Sarina and reveals to be a lumberjack with terrible hygene, "Ah, what can I do for you madam? I hope my song doesn't bother you too much."
"Well-- it does actually. Could you keep it down, please? You almost broke every window in the village, and we can't afford to fix them all."
"Oh! I am so sorry. I will try to--"
"HELP ME!!!" screamed a squeaky voice in the cabin.
"What was that?" Sarina asked.
"Oh, that was one of the animals that I kept in to keep me company," The lumberjack named Andre Latoilette replied, "I asked him to make a sandwich for me."
"THEY WERE EXPIRED FIVE MONTHS AGO! HOW DO YOU EAT THIS STUFF!?!!!" screamed a woodland creature such as a chipmunk. "OH GOD, YOU ARE DISGUSTING!!! I HATE YOU!!!"
"I do not understand! They were fine awhile ago."
"YOU DID NOT READ THE EXPIRATION DATE!!!"
"Excuse me!!" Sarina cried, "May I have a word with you?"
"Pardon moi, I'll be right over~" The door opens in front of Sarina and reveals to be a lumberjack with terrible hygene, "Ah, what can I do for you madam? I hope my song doesn't bother you too much."
"Well-- it does actually. Could you keep it down, please? You almost broke every window in the village, and we can't afford to fix them all."
"Oh! I am so sorry. I will try to--"
"HELP ME!!!" screamed a squeaky voice in the cabin.
"What was that?" Sarina asked.
"Oh, that was one of the animals that I kept in to keep me company," The lumberjack named Andre Latoilette replied, "I asked him to make a sandwich for me."
"THEY WERE EXPIRED FIVE MONTHS AGO! HOW DO YOU EAT THIS STUFF!?!!!" screamed a woodland creature such as a chipmunk. "OH GOD, YOU ARE DISGUSTING!!! I HATE YOU!!!"
"I do not understand! They were fine awhile ago."
"YOU DID NOT READ THE EXPIRATION DATE!!!"
"Also Mr. Latoilette, we already talked about this awhile ago. You can't bring woodland creatures into your own home. Rules are rules." Sarina reminded him.
"But madam! Have you forgotten that I have a permit to keep ze animals in the house?" Andre shows her the permit, "I have a permit right here. It states that I can keep as many as I want."
"But madam! Have you forgotten that I have a permit to keep ze animals in the house?" Andre shows her the permit, "I have a permit right here. It states that I can keep as many as I want."
Red has almost given up on getting her rest in the village. "...Perhaps a nature walk will suffice." And so, she set out into the rainforest.
Sarina groaned at Andre and his excuse to keep animals in his cabin. She shook her head and walks away from Andre, seeing that she has nothing else to say. But she expects Andre to keep it down as his loud singing disrupts the neighbors.
"Au revoir, madam!" Andre waves, "And have a nice day!"
"HELP ME!!!!" Screamed a woodland critter.
"Alright you! Don't make me get out my paddle!" Andre closes a door and is about to teach that critter a lesson.
"Au revoir, madam!" Andre waves, "And have a nice day!"
"HELP ME!!!!" Screamed a woodland critter.
"Alright you! Don't make me get out my paddle!" Andre closes a door and is about to teach that critter a lesson.
As Red was about to head into the rainforest, she suddenly heard faint shouts and clashing coming from the top of Yogan Volcano.
"(!) What in...? Oh, this can't be good for anyone..."
That in mind, Red headed off toward the volcano, blades brandished.
"(!) What in...? Oh, this can't be good for anyone..."
That in mind, Red headed off toward the volcano, blades brandished.
Terrus and Duma arrive on the beach of Nikko Island, the latter settling down for a nice nap while the former sits down beside her.
As Duma falls asleep, she dreams of her past...
She was held against her will. Bound by iron chains and strange, whirring machines, placed in front of cameras and displayed like a common animal. Next to her was a tall man - thin, gaunt, black hair, but one eye a different color than the other. Speaking into the cameras.
"... been busy," she heard. "First arms, now legs... nothing's safe from you, is it? But soon, you will learn. You cannot simply expect to keep breaking the limbs of everyone you come across and hope there are no consequences. You hurt my child. Now I hurt yours."
The man turned to his side and nodded. She couldn't see what he was nodding to. All she could feel was the whirring of chains, pulling at her legs, yanking them to the side... and far beyond her normal range of movement. It was pain. She was made to move. Why couldn't she? Why was she there helpless?
"Now, unlike you, I have some medical knowledge, thanks to some friends of mine," continued the man. "You see, after a bone is moved..."
The man picked up a sledgehammer and walked over to Duma, stopping by her leg.
"It needs to be set!"
The man swung his sledgehammer for Duma...
Duma woke up breathing heavily, not quite aware that she was dreaming. Terrus hurries over to her and puts a hand on her.
"Are you all right?" asked Terrus.
She was held against her will. Bound by iron chains and strange, whirring machines, placed in front of cameras and displayed like a common animal. Next to her was a tall man - thin, gaunt, black hair, but one eye a different color than the other. Speaking into the cameras.
"... been busy," she heard. "First arms, now legs... nothing's safe from you, is it? But soon, you will learn. You cannot simply expect to keep breaking the limbs of everyone you come across and hope there are no consequences. You hurt my child. Now I hurt yours."
The man turned to his side and nodded. She couldn't see what he was nodding to. All she could feel was the whirring of chains, pulling at her legs, yanking them to the side... and far beyond her normal range of movement. It was pain. She was made to move. Why couldn't she? Why was she there helpless?
"Now, unlike you, I have some medical knowledge, thanks to some friends of mine," continued the man. "You see, after a bone is moved..."
The man picked up a sledgehammer and walked over to Duma, stopping by her leg.
"It needs to be set!"
The man swung his sledgehammer for Duma...
Duma woke up breathing heavily, not quite aware that she was dreaming. Terrus hurries over to her and puts a hand on her.
"Are you all right?" asked Terrus.
Elsewhere, a debatably-sized object slowly washes up somewhere along the beach's coast, bobbing lazily as it hits the shore. Judging by the many barnacles and few strings of seaweed stuck to it, it's safe to say it has been out in the sea for a decent amount of time.
Duma nods her head briefly before stopping and sniffing the air.
"Do you want to head off for Alex now?" asked Terrus.
Duma shakes her head, following the scent out to the beach, where she comes across the strange object. Terrus follows her out and stares confused at the object while Duma gets close to smell it better.
"Do you want to head off for Alex now?" asked Terrus.
Duma shakes her head, following the scent out to the beach, where she comes across the strange object. Terrus follows her out and stares confused at the object while Duma gets close to smell it better.
The object carries the unpleasant smell of corroded, rusted metal and seawater, although little else can be told of what it is, or used to be, with all the barnacles and seaweed covering it. It suddenly sparks, however, as a tiny, spooked crab runs out of one of several gaping breaches lining said object, so it's easy to believe that whatever it was, it used to be some sort of machine, at one point.
"I believe this was a machine at one point," said Terrus. "Duma, step back. It may reactivate."
Duma steps back as Terrus pokes the strange machine with his spear.
Duma steps back as Terrus pokes the strange machine with his spear.
When Terrus' spear makes contact with the machine, it sparks once more, steam hissing as the machine stirs; a gruff, yet broken and heavily computerized voice speaking up amidst whirring noises and clicks.
"Fatal er-r-r-ror detected; beginning-ing-ing system reboot... reboot successful; run-un-unning diagnostics.." the computerized voice stutters. "..Diagnostics inconclus-s-s-sive; massive hull-ull-ull damage present; data matr-r-r-rix compromised... Running emergency repairs.."
The machine soon starts venting a weird, sparkling green mist which quickly surrounds it, eating away the seaweed and barnacles, slowly revealing the machine as the badly damaged upper torso of what was once Ripsaw (although Duma and Terrus are unlikely to recognize him). The smell of rust and seawater eventually starts to disappear, too, as he presumably repairs himself with said mist - the gaping breaches eventually closing over, and most of his limbs and lower torso 'growing' back.
Soon enough, Ripsaw stands upright, the hulking machine's glass eyes blinking for a bit before staring at Terrus and Duma, as if he had just noticed the two of them.
"..Who arrre you two?" Ripsaw bellowed before looking around, rather concerned. "..Morrre imporrrtantly, wherrre am I?"
"Fatal er-r-r-ror detected; beginning-ing-ing system reboot... reboot successful; run-un-unning diagnostics.." the computerized voice stutters. "..Diagnostics inconclus-s-s-sive; massive hull-ull-ull damage present; data matr-r-r-rix compromised... Running emergency repairs.."
The machine soon starts venting a weird, sparkling green mist which quickly surrounds it, eating away the seaweed and barnacles, slowly revealing the machine as the badly damaged upper torso of what was once Ripsaw (although Duma and Terrus are unlikely to recognize him). The smell of rust and seawater eventually starts to disappear, too, as he presumably repairs himself with said mist - the gaping breaches eventually closing over, and most of his limbs and lower torso 'growing' back.
Soon enough, Ripsaw stands upright, the hulking machine's glass eyes blinking for a bit before staring at Terrus and Duma, as if he had just noticed the two of them.
"..Who arrre you two?" Ripsaw bellowed before looking around, rather concerned. "..Morrre imporrrtantly, wherrre am I?"
Ripsaw pauses before saying anything more, a keypad and tiny screen folding out on one of his wrists, upon which he starts typing into, various things flashing across the screen rather quickly while this goes on.
"I respond to the operrrating designation, Ripsaw. Anything else beyond that is.. inconsssequential, and mostly defunct now," he eventually resumed, choosing his words carefully as his voice started to sound rather deflated, the keypad and screen folding away in the meantime. "..I presssume it wasss you two, who managed to rrreactivate me?"
"I respond to the operrrating designation, Ripsaw. Anything else beyond that is.. inconsssequential, and mostly defunct now," he eventually resumed, choosing his words carefully as his voice started to sound rather deflated, the keypad and screen folding away in the meantime. "..I presssume it wasss you two, who managed to rrreactivate me?"
"You may presume that," said Terrus. "It would be correct if you did."
Terrus and Duma aren't exactly the type of people who would necessarily understand much about Ripsaw, one being a velociraptor and the other an alien with no sense of sarcasm and an incredibly literal mind.
Terrus and Duma aren't exactly the type of people who would necessarily understand much about Ripsaw, one being a velociraptor and the other an alien with no sense of sarcasm and an incredibly literal mind.
Ripsaw stares at them blankly for a few seconds, before a wheezing sigh escapes his voice box.
"..Verrry well; ssseeing as my main dirrrective is now conflicting with my emergency prrrotocols, I must rewrite my entire sssystem from ssscratch, without the prrroper assissstance from my maker," said Ripsaw.
Odd slits suddenly open on Ripsaw's chassis as steam starts venting again, his body shifting and changing, turning him into a small and durable metallic orb, sporting a single glass-blue eye as it hovers about in the air.
"As a prrroper show of thanksss for allowing my function to continue, should you decide to perrrmit this, I would like to accompany you and lend my strrrength for a time," he resumed. "Sssince I have been rrrendered mostly purrrposeless, it would please me grrreatly to clear up this 'debt' to you, and in the end, perrrhaps even assist with my evolution."
"..Verrry well; ssseeing as my main dirrrective is now conflicting with my emergency prrrotocols, I must rewrite my entire sssystem from ssscratch, without the prrroper assissstance from my maker," said Ripsaw.
Odd slits suddenly open on Ripsaw's chassis as steam starts venting again, his body shifting and changing, turning him into a small and durable metallic orb, sporting a single glass-blue eye as it hovers about in the air.
"As a prrroper show of thanksss for allowing my function to continue, should you decide to perrrmit this, I would like to accompany you and lend my strrrength for a time," he resumed. "Sssince I have been rrrendered mostly purrrposeless, it would please me grrreatly to clear up this 'debt' to you, and in the end, perrrhaps even assist with my evolution."
Terrus thinks for a while.
"I decide to permit this," said Terrus. He turned to Duma. "Do you decide to permit this?"
Duma remembers the smell of corroded metal that came from Ripsaw. It reminded her of home far too much. But then, she always needed to keep her sense of smell sharp lest she lose it to her mechanical implants. Slowly, she nodded.
"Then I suppose you may accompany us," said Terrus.
"I decide to permit this," said Terrus. He turned to Duma. "Do you decide to permit this?"
Duma remembers the smell of corroded metal that came from Ripsaw. It reminded her of home far too much. But then, she always needed to keep her sense of smell sharp lest she lose it to her mechanical implants. Slowly, she nodded.
"Then I suppose you may accompany us," said Terrus.
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