Tolkien high

[Fan]

Micheal catches the ball with relative ease, and looks to see who's blocking the basket as he moves forward dribbling with both hands as he does so.
((No travel Call for YOUUUU!!!))

[Jayngfet]

The minotaur is the only one who hung back, his bull like hind legs preventing him from running forward. He jerks around, trying to block your path. The orc is running behind you, pants still down, he stumbles every few feet.

[Prince_Selm]

Matt attempts to use the other players as a distraction to hide under the bleachers. (Or any other place that can be hidden in.)

If he makes it there, he pulls out his cell phone and starts a program on it. The program emits a high pitched frequency that affects animals, (and hopefully half animals.) the same way as a dog whistle.

I knew this wasn't a waste of memory! She'll never find out now!

Additionally, assuming it works, it should reverberate throughout the gym, thus making it very hard to track to his location. If anyone makes eye-contact with him in the "I know it was you, I'm going to kill you" way. He shuts it off and runs.

[Jayngfet]

The Minotaur seems to ignore the sound, but the elves on both teams collapse on the floor, clutching their heads and kicking at the air.

Your team is now outnumbered 3 to 4 since Matt is behind the bleachers.

The orc pulls up his pants as one goblin blocks another from affecting the game. The winged player is at half court, looking around for whatever made the elves fall over.

[BizzaroStormy]

Shoot the F***ing ball!!! Mark screams in his head, deciding that he would be better off doing it for himself. He runs forward, using his acquired skills to grab the ball from his own teammate.

He dashes towards the minotaur. As soon as the brute sweeps his arm to attempt to steal the ball, Mark jumps on top of his head, then vaults off with the ball, slamming it into the hoop. He lands on the ground with a wierded-out look on his face, slightly out of breath.

The hell?

[Jayngfet]

As you land the minotaur turns around slowly, confused at what just happened.

"Come on" Craggle says quickly, pushing away the other goblin "Are supposed to sit here or play?"

Craggle grabs the ball from you and whispers "cool it, or we may be in hot water."

[Prince_Selm]

Matt seems "Unsatisfied" with the result, and stops the program.

He sneaks out from behind the bleachers and feigns tying his shoes.

Matt runs out to center court and just kind of stands there.

GO TEAM!
He yells.

[Jayngfet]

Gier, fingers out of his ears and on his knees, turns and looks at you with a gaze that could fry bacon, Freeze hell something unplesant that is ungeneric.

OOC: Computer troubles, hopefully I'll be back up to full speed before monday.

[Prince_Selm]

Matt's face becomes the picture of innocence as he meets the gaze and stumbles back because of it.

W-What? I can't support the team?

STUPID! STUPID! I should've tested that thing beforehand! What if someone got seriously hurt?! I need to be more careful!

[Fan]

Gier, fingers out of his ears and on his knees, turns and looks at you with a gaze that could fry bacon, Freeze hell something unplesant that is ungeneric.

OOC: Computer troubles, hopefully I'll be back up to full speed before monday.

(((How about signals the creation of the fear engine that will bore a hole through the realm that seperates the montrosities of the far realm from our own?))
Micheal runs up, and attempts to block the other teams shooter. Who is proly the orc.

[Jayngfet]

To your surprise, the goblin walks up, his greasy black hair at shoulder length and his knees bobbing, his loose red shorts gleaming as various studs, zippers and buttons reflect off the bright light, his chest covered by a bright blue shirt with the crossed swords on his chest. The orc is hanging back, his baggy pants zipped firmly up at last.

[BizzaroStormy]

I actually made one huh? Maybe i'm not as bad as I thought. Mark gets back into the game quickly, going for another steal.

[Fan]

Micheal sighs as he sees the goblin, and does attempts a spinning steal manuever in which he slides his hand underneath the goblins flicks it to his other with a moderate amount of effort, and spins around him in one ornate motion.

[Jayngfet]

The gym teacher sees you and begins yelling something and rules and how to play and passing and something about squids. The goblin opens his palms to recieve the ball.

[Prince_Selm]

Matt mutters to himself.
Alright guys, you really owe me for this one, but we've gotta even up the teams.

Matt yells something very offensive in Orcish at the other player, and as soon as the orc makes eye contact, Matt sprints for the door, making sure the orc follows him.

(I figure that if I'm a medium geek, and I can write in Dwarven, Matt, a super-geek can fake some orcish. If you decide he can't, ignore this post)

That oughta give us an edge...

[BizzaroStormy]

Mark keeps his feet moving, waiting to see if Mike was planning to screw arund all day or actually get the ball rolling.

[Jayngfet]

Both the other player and the gym teacher, as well as a few orcs from the other two teams run after you, some of their friends running after to see what's going on.

Both elves are back up. Everyone looks for a while, stunned before running towards mike. The goblin kid stops, looks around for a moment and leaps across the court at you. The ball seems to fly from your fingers to his hands as he lands and tosses it at the other elf.

"Teachers away, I caught that magic. Playtime is over!"

[BizzaroStormy]

Mark focuses on his leg movements, dashing with inhuman speed at the ball and snatching it mid-pass. Since such speed would make dribbling nigh-impossible, he takes a gamble. He takes one step towards he basket, and plants his other foot hard on the ground, forcing his body into the air, straight towards the goal.

[Jayngfet]

As you feel yourself sailing to the basket you see the winged kid, concentrating hard on agumenting his flight dash towards you. A few feet in the air you collide and bounce off the backboard like rubber. The ball flies through the net as you fly to halfcourt. The ball follows, bouncing methodically and rolling over an eggshell white wing.

[Prince_Selm]

(Not sure if we're still using the thread, but...)

Matt is currently running down the hall screaming.

Must... Keep... Running! How do I outsmart orcs... Gah! I've got nothing!
Wait... Maybe I've changed too...

Matt flails his arms in a sporadic fashion, points at the closest orc and yells:

MAGIC MISSLE!

[Jayngfet]

The closest orc being the other basketball player you flail and point at him. The orcs stop for a moment, wondering what the hell it is your doing.

pew pew pew

Three small light blue missile dart from your fingertips and bounce off his chest like pellets from a toy gun.

They laugh for a few seconds. You get a closer look at them. The other ballplayer looks the most hoggish, with messy brown stubble and a small snout with tusks jutting from his lower lip. The gym teacher looks like an Ork, several feet taller than the others and with many of his lower teeth jutting out. The other two look like tolkien models, fanged and sallow skinned and shorter than you are.


OOC: Yeah, no magical skill or weapons while yelling at the warlike race that also happens to include an authority figure. Smart.

[Prince_Selm]

OOC: I missed it when you said that the teacher was an orc. I won't be making that mistake again.

HOLY $#!! I just used magic!

Okay Matt, you are currently seconds away from dying. You need a spell that can make them unable to find you.

He ducks into the closest door, whatever it may be, flails his hands around differently, uses some made up magic words and tries to cast Invisibility.

[Jayngfet]

You turn invisible right as the door swings open, revealing a tolkien orc. His arms rip through the air a few inches above you and root around the shelves and kicks the shelf between your legs, inches from your groin. He slams the door and says something about teleport and disguise. A few seconds later you feel out of breath as if you'd just run a four lap.

[Prince_Selm]

(Not sure if we're still using this, but...)

Matt is panting.

You know Matt, you really otta think about your actions in advance. Now, I can never leave this room without dying. Unless, I can cast Alter Self or something... Nah, the school's probably got wards against that kind of thing. Wait a second... Where the heck am I?

Matt, (After giving that huge monolog out loud) turns around and looks at what room he ran into.