Conceal Reveal: Chapter 2Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade NinjaA bit of Randy/Heidi. Not the center of the plot.Five minutes later, the totally bruce ninja of focus and concentration had reached the first boss level in Grave Punchers 5, his math book abandoned on the floor behind his foot.-----A NINJA MUST ALWAYS BE AHEAD OF HIS ENEMY, BUT A SHADOW OF HIMSELF."What the juice, Nomicon," Randy said, crossing his arms, "I mean, you throw weird mumbo jumbo at me all the time, but at least there's somevariety." He reread the proverb that had been floating before him for... Randy wasn't totally sure how time worked in the Nomicon versus outside, but it'd been a while. Finally, he grinned. "Ohhhh, I get it now!"Congratulatory doodles such as dancing ninjas and the words "yes!" and "sweet!" formed around the proverb. "Yeah, yeah, I totally see how it is! I'm such a honking bruce ninja, that this is the only lesson you have left for me! I've already learned ever
PMD-E: Team Lambent Application “Varda, No!”Varda sighed and pulled her hand away from the guild registrar's door. Leader or not, it was getting hard to listen to Asher's pleas not to summon assistance herself. They'd been waiting for hours – dark had long since come and a downpour with it. The grass type actually liked some rain, but she was feeling completely soaked, and knew Asher had to feel even more uncomfortable with all that fur. “Asher-”“We can't just barge in! What if we get in trouble? You've heard the stories of how particular registrars can be!” She hadn't. She didn't read said stories every chance she had, unlike him. Besides, a knock was hardly barging in. “You should be more worried about how spineless you'll look if your second-in-command,” not that there was a third or fourth, “has to do everything for you.”“You think so?” She'd been half-joking, but Asher took it completely seriously.