Friday 4 September 2009

Scribblers: Conspiracy Part 1

I have done lots of work today, so I think it's high time for some comicking! :-)



The Scribblers are kitting out. They’re all crowded onto three trans-bikes (Lyric, Finesse and Shift are driving), and armed with their usual assortment of resources.


Finesse Chronal?

Chronal We’ve got 48 seconds.

Wraith makes them all invisible, and Chronal places them into a time bubble (do we have a term for that?), and off they go, biking through a barely-moving landscape, dodging cars and motionless pedestrians.

Chronal, on Finesse’s bike, is beginning to break a sweat with the effort of holding them all almost out of time. Wraith looks mildly disgruntled.

In almost-no-time, they reach the Assembly buildings, where eerily still people in suits are paused in the act of tying a shoe-lace, or looking back for a moment at someone special before he turns a corner.

Everyone knows the plan.

Wraith makes himself and Lyric invisible, and they go off to the side of the building, where a door begins to appear in a wall.

Shift transforms into a flea, and attaches herself under the collar of a very high-up looking business man.

Finesse loiters in the foyer, in case of unexpected superpowers turning up, and Amity and Chronal go straight up to the front desk.

Amity Hello, we’d like to know where the most absolutely top-secret meeting is taking place, please.

The man behind the desk passively looks at the file. Chronal flickers for a moment.

Man I’m sorry, Scribbler, but you’re not down to attend any meetings today.

Amity and Chronal smile at him.

Amity Just testing, well done!

The man looks very proud of himself.

They walk out, as Chronal murmurs over the Com.

Chronal 17th floor, Rockabilly Suite.

Finesse Belay that. Everyone get out, right now. Out. And hide in pairs, don’t go back to base. I’m going after Shift.

Chronal On your own? Are you sure?

Finesse Yes.

Amity No, you’re not. She’s not, she’s being noble.

Chronal Ah, well, we can’t have that.

Pause.

Finesse Fine. Wraith, with me, find somewhere to hide and then double back.

Amity I wish I was telepathic.

Finesse I’ll be in touch.

Finesse ducks through a side door and disappears.

Chronal and Amity head off towards the Duck Shed.


Lyric is moving so fast he appears to be burning the doors into the walls, but he gets out, and heads for a rooftop to stand on the edge of.


Wraith leaves, and when he’s out of sight, goes invisible and doubles back. A shadow, standing so close that he might even have taken it for his own, follows him.


Lyric has reached the rooftop. He stands above it, looking debonair, surveying his kingdom.

Then his eyes change. More of surprise than panic, as he looks down to see the tip of his own sword sticking out of his right hand.

Coolly, he detaches it, cleans it. Then he turns around.

Nothing there, of course.

He sits down with his back against the wall and mutters to himself. Slowly, his hand begins to mend.

Something moves closer.

He is almost healed now, and keeps his head resolutely facing his work.

Then a voice like an echo, almost seen rather than heard, and repeated many times:

Echo Where did you learn to do that?

Lyric That’s not the right question.

Echo How?

Lyric is now healed. He looks up into the gap where enemies should be.

Lyric Practice.



Amity and Chronal are sitting in the Duck Shed. There are ducks there.

Chronal How worried?

Amity (Shrugs) You can read her as well as I can.

Chronal Very.

Amity How long’s it been?

Chronal Thirteen minutes. Is it time to go in after her?

Amity Not yet. She’s tense, nothing she can’t handle. Shift’s all right, but she doesn’t know the plan changed. Lyric...oh. It was bad. Now he’s back in control.

Chronal Wraith?

Amity Oh, he’s fine. Water off a duck’s back.

Chronal Insults off a dinosaur.

Amity Um...insults off of Adric?

Chronal Ha! Weapons off of time.

Amity Oooh! Dust off of light.


Finesse and InvisiWraith are walking through a suspiciously deserted corridor.

Wraith So, like, whatever, but why’d you send them off?

Finesse There’s something new.

Wraith Bad guy?

Finesse How should I know? But it’s not a power like I’ve seen before. I know it’s dangerous.

Wraith You brought me?

Finesse It’s something to do with light. I don’t...I’ve never been unsure before. I can sense the power but not the person it’s inside. I don’t know how the power relates, how it manifests.

Wraith You brought me?

Finesse Light. No-one else would stand a chance. Not even Chronal can move fast enough.

Wraith We’re hunting bad guys.

Finesse Not exactly. You see, you brought it with you.

4 comments:

Quoth the Raven said...

Haha! Best beginning to a script we've had yet, I can't believe you've stopped there. Loved Chronal and Amity's dialogue in the duck shed (and the stage direction, 'There are ducks'), I grinned like a fool at Amity asserting Chronal can read Finesse as well as her, and almost laughed like a lunatic at Wraith repeating 'You brought me?'

And such a clever way of infiltrating! Brilliant use of powers. I loved it! Write more, more soon!

Blossom said...

Yay! Will do! Waiting til I've worked out where it's going!

Jom said...

Mwaha. I really liked how succint and organised the deployment of the Scribblers was. It felt like Scribblers: The Professionals. Apart from the bit where Lyric goes and stands on the roof, silly Lyric. Loved the cliffhanger.

Blossom said...

Yes, I think it's good to show how good the Scribblers are when they've planned things. They're employed by the Assembly after all, and they always win - presumably they're brilliant!

Sorry about the roof top - we only have about three locations apart from the Pit!