Friday, June 01, 2007

The Rescue Part II

Meanwhile, back at the chicken house, DFL slumped against the cushions in her mediation room. It was open and airy, with a small fountain that burbled happily over smooth dark stones. She had come here after the planning session (Operation: Eminent Domain) to meditate, separating her consciousness from her body to enter the astral plane. The forest was even creepier when viewed through spiritual eyes. In her astral form DFL could see the wild magic pulsing throughout the forest as she sped to her designated spot. Spirits of earth, air and water eyed her passing, some with way too many eyes, and DFL vowed that if she was eaten, she would never speak to her friends again. She waited near the trap, staying well away from any trees until an exhausted Wonder Woman slogged through. TA sprung her trap, the witch disappeared and WW promptly passed out. Right. Time to go to work. With a sigh DFL flowed into WW’s mind, and suddenly found herself surrounded by stars, stripes, and cows.

“Always with the cows, this girl.” DFL tisked , “Very well. Time to stand up.”
WW opened her eyes and stood up. DFL felt very, very tall. And imposing. And had a sudden urge to pound something. Possessing WW was the psychic equivalent of driving a hummer to the grocery store. Despite these urges DFL tried to stay low to the ground, avoiding the witch’s attention. She was carefully picking her way to the chicken house when an explosion rocked the forest floor. A ball of heat and sound smashed WW/DFL into the ground, followed by a shotgun hail of splinters. As the last of the splinters bounced off her leather jacket, DFL lifted her head and surveyed the damage. Most of the trees around her were smoldering, some were still on fire, and the witch was nowhere to be seen. It was definitely time to get out of there. DFL decided to forego sneaking, since WW wasn’t built for it anyway, and raced to the chicken house.

If someone happened to observe this frantic flight through the woods, they might have made the observation, “Dude. Wonder Woman totally runs like a girl.”

4 comments:

W.W. said...

That would be because DFl is in control.

corbeau said...

Sure sure. Make excuses. :)

Anonymous said...

hey, i didnt know DFL had native american in her. becoming one with the astral plane in a roman outfit seems like it would take an insane amount concentration. =P

corbeau said...

Actually, thanks to the Bag O'Stuff she's dressed normally now.
Besides, what's the point of having vast mental powers if you can't use them to enter the spiritual realm?