GLoG XIII: Bring It On, Omnipotent Beings!

[randman22222]

I shout at the top of my lungs, which amounts to a high-pitched whine that most likely isn't audible, in my current state.

Oi, you! Put the damn bottle down!

Being the size of a flea, without any psionic ability, gives you new perspectives on life. Not fun ones.

[FireFox]

Sam's a she.
However, she has great hearing. So she shakes her head at the high pitched buzzing.

[KerfuffleMach2]

((*blink**blink* I knew that...))

Runner also picks up on the voice, but cannot see where it is coming from, since he isn't in the kitchen.

[randman22222]

I start running across the table in the kitchen, which takes me fifteen minutes on a good day.

Then I stop. I don't wanna be mistaken for a bug and swatted.
Why the hell did this happen to me? Of all people!

You're better than that, and you know it! Put the bottle away!

[FireFox]

Sam sighs and sits at the table, opening the bottle.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Curious, Runner transforms into his normal mode, crawls over, and peeks his head through the doorway, looking for the source of the tiny voice.

[Ashen Lilies]

((OMG squee Randy's back! I think. I can't remember Randy's voice color and your first-person narrating gets confusing at times. And I don't remember Randy being the size of a flea. ))

Kris-the-Slayer is wandering as usual. More important to Randy however, is the cat that just leaped up onto the table. It analyzes Randy with a golden eye for a second before speaking.
I don't think I've seen a person as small as you before.

[Chas the mage]

A man with black hair walks in. he has sleek, black sunglasses, of which glowing outlines of objects and people can bee seen from. It looks like he hasnt shaved for a while. He is wearing a black leather jacket, which is open. Under the jacket he wears a light grey t-shirt. He has a black leather belt, dark blue jeans, and combat boots. his left hand is robotic.

[FireFox]

Bah, Sam takes the bottle back to her room and drinks herself to sleep.
Deadtime...

[KerfuffleMach2]

The cyborg man might recognize the bottom half of Runner kneeled over as he looks into the kitchen.

[randman22222]

I look up at the cat. Figures a carnivore would be able to see me.

I'm not always this small. Just the past few months. I hate it.

((My internet connection is half-dead.))

[KerfuffleMach2]

Runner finally sees the source of the voice. He runs a scan, and scans the cat too.

[Ashen Lilies]

The cat scans as an adult Gold Dragon. Odd that.
Ah, got it. What shrunk you? Evil mage? Magical Mishap?

[randman22222]

I think it's something gone wrong when I was messing around with putting psionic power into weaponry. I was just experimenting...
An evil mage would be too cliche. I suppose a psionic mishap does seem cliche, but then, to people that know me, it wouldn't surprise me. It wouldn't, that is, if they could see me.

And my weapon has stolen my psionic powers. Go figure.

[Chas the mage]

the cyborg starts playing with his robotic left hand.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Runner decides to introduce himself to the pair on the table. Hello there. My name is Runner. Who might you be?

[randman22222]

I'm Randy. I say to the <insert-whatever-Runner-is-here>, fully aware that he likely can't hear me, even if I could speak in a frequency that (s)he could hear.

[Ashen Lilies]

The cat pokes Randy with a claw.
Enlarge Person.
And Randy will grow to twice his current size! Of course, seeing as he's so small, it won't make much difference, and the spell will only last 5 or so minutes anyway. But hey! It's better than nothing!
The cat eyes its handiwork with dissatisfaction.
He turns to the Autobot.
Jazirian.

[KerfuffleMach2]

((Runner is an Autobot. He can hear you quite well.))

Hello, Randy and Jazirian. How are you today?

[randman22222]

((Okay.))

Thanks. Better than nothing. I say to Jaz, who doesn't seem like he's going to eat me.

I turn to the automaton, and say, Today, like yesterday, last week, and the last few months, I am peeved.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Really? How come?

[Ashen Lilies]

Hmm... Maybe the spork could help?
Jazirian leaps off the table, turning into an athletic blonde young man as he does so. He picks the spork off the mantlepiece.
How tall were you before you were shrunk?

[randman22222]

I was six-foot-six, and that's why I'm peeved. Competing with ants for food is humiliating.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Runner watches with interest.

[Ashen Lilies]

Jazirian waves the Spork, and a six-foot-six clone of Randy appears next to the table.
...
That's not what I wanted to do.
He waves the spork once more, and the clone disappears.
Then he points the spork at Randy, and he should start growing to his original height.

[KerfuffleMach2]

Runner decides to head to the Taverna. He transforms into his motorcycle mode and heads outside.

[randman22222]

I start growing for a couple seconds, and then it stops. I'm about a quarter of a Scrabble tile tall. Why I thought of Scrabble first, God only knows.

...It's a start. I say, looking around to see who's still here.

[Ashen Lilies]

Jazirian wonders why the growing stopped.
That shouldn't happen...
He points the spork at Randy again.

[randman22222]

Hey, at least I'm a match for ants now.

I figure I'll just turn to my normal size naturally if I can get my powers out of my gun, which, I might add, is sentient now.
Well, barely.

[Ashen Lilies]

A sentient gun? That could prove problematic. As long as it isn't all bloodthirsty and begging you to use it on unsuspecting passersby it would be alright I guess...