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[RP] Endless Warfare: Final Time (starting) 

Message par Sleuth » Mar Juil 04, 2017 10:31 am

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welcome to cars 3 rp!!!!! in this rp the cars world is suddenly attack and the Cars must use their Personas to fight and defeat them!! Follow theruels and dont swear!!

story:
lightning mccqeeen was driving down the street when studennly the sky opens up, and a being with six heads and twelve arms stare s fro m the ina finite void. lightning bows and beesseechest he ancient one for his knowledge
the ancient one speaks thus:

Time.

For all of existence, it has only moved in one direction. Mankind is simply along for the ride, powerless as a fly stuck to the windshield of fate. Speeding down an endless highway, it seemed mankind would forever remain a passenger aboard its endless trip. But all that changed when the Time Force was discovered. And mankind would soon understand the consequences of its arrogance.

They emerge across the sky, like dragons in the air-- Ships from the future, seeking to conquer all of time. The two empires, the Clockwork Guardians and the Big Ben Order have sent their fleet throughout the timeline, seeking to retroactively conquer and control all in the timeline. They are emerging now:

In the near future of Kyoto, where a legendary war between man and Kalcion rages.

In the distant 22nd century, where magical girls defend their planet against the forces of destruction.

In the modern age, where a bustling town houses those with extraordinary gifts.

In other worlds, distant and near, worlds long forgotten and worlds yet to be-- They are coming.

Only the heroes of these worlds across time and space can stop this invasion, preventing the timeline from being plunged into eternal warfare. An infinite war that would destroy all, and eventually, destroy time itself. The end of all things is coming, and the hands of fate turn ever-forward. Champions of time and space will emerge.

It's only a matter of time.


Spoiler : Application :
username:
car type:
persona:
backstory:
emotion:
powers:
gas mileage:


Spoiler : Ok for real tho :
Welcome to "Endless Warfare: Final Time". Please blame shadowjoe for this.

Endless Warfare: Final Time is a crossover RP that mashes up all time periods and settings throughout time and AAO History. Join as an RP character from a previous AAO RP or from an outside RP. Canon characters from existing franchises are allowed so long as their presence is explained ("oh hey batman theres a time portal let's go through it""sounds good to me, spider-man") and fits with the tone of the RP (you cannot be Shaggy. ...Ok well maybe). The character will start in their respective worlds when they are invaded by one of the two major factions fighting across time: "The Big Ben Order" and the "Clockwork Guardians". The war between the Order and the Guardians has disrupted your world, and now it's up to you to put an end to the conflict, lest all of time be consumed by the war.

Players will be mostly given free reign, with the Order and Guardians controlled by GMs. There will be no set time scales in the RP because this is the ONE rp where time literally makes no sense so HA I GOT AROUND IT TAKE THAT

The story will revolve around the conflict between the Big Ben Order and the Clockwork Guardians, and trying to stop their war before it consumes all of time. Players are free to choose a faction, oppose both, or simply do their own thing.

Time Travel:
All things related to Time Travel in this RP will be controlled by the GMs. When travelling to a new time period, players must bold their destination in their post, and the GM will reply with a description of the time zone. Whenever time shenanigans occur in the RP, GMs will have the final word to save on confusion. In this RP, Time Travel is limited by how much "time" is stored in a given device; that amount of time is how much you can travel. For example, a device with 5 hours can only take you forward or backwards by 5 hours, while a ship with hundreds of years stored can move hundreds of years in either direction. The Clockwork Guardians and Big Ben Order both seek more 'time' to continue moving their ships and armies through time. Time can only be gathered using one of the Guardian or Order's devices.

This RP will probably get extremely confusing extremely fast, so please ask questions and when in doubt, GM has final say.

The Two Empires:
Little is known about the two empires that have begun a war through time-- All that is known is that they come from a distant future, and are both travelling backwards through time, pulling "time" from the past to fuel their time travel devices. They show no signs of stopping nor any concern for the times they have passed through, nor the deaths of those caught in the crossfire of their war.

The Clockwork Guardians adorn their ships in gold and blue, and use strange clockwork drones to fight on their behalf. Their machines are many and quickly produced, flooding the enemy through sheer numbers and strength. Monstrous clockwork golems and clicking hordes of mechanical soldiers are their handiwork. They appear to be less concerned with conquest than with fighting the Order, and are fanatically devoted to their cause. The Guardians seem indifferent to anyone in their way-- All that they seem to care about is destroying anything bearing the Order's insignia.

The Big Ben Order is an empire in every sense-- An ordered and mighty regime of countless soldiers, whose bodies are recovered and restored to life after each battle, giving them an endless supply of militia. They seek conquest, rebuilding and reworking their conquered timelines into their image, retconning themselves into all of history. The Order infiltrates budding nations in the past and controls them into the future from there, eliminating those that would be threats to it before they even exist. The Order will not be satisfied until all of time is under its thumb.

Rules:
- I'm not setting any character limit
- No godmodding, general RP etiquette is expected
- GMs have final say on Time Travel
- Players must have sufficient Time collected to travel (i.e. you can't go to the dinosaur era without 65.5 million years on a device)


Spoiler : App :
Code : Tout sélectionner
Name: (Characters' name)
From: (Describe the place and era your character comes from. this will also be ur character's starting location.)
Description: (Describe ur character)
Original App: (Optional)
Other: (anything important not covered above)


Spoiler : Player List :
TOWN OF THE EXTRAORDINARY
- Camouflage McGee (shadowjoe323)

ALONE IN THE UNIVERSE
- CL Model 1800 -TWEED (DetectiveLukeAtmey)

ZOMBIES OF NEW YORK
- Zoie Kaiji (TheAshRaichu)

ACROSS THE STITCHES
- Kendo Okami (VGBM)

SUPER DANGAN RONPA
- Katsurou Shirasagi (Alnar)

UNDER ONE BANNER
- Jonathan Connor Gull (Alnar)

REQUIEM OF THE SHADOWS
- Yasui Yuko (Master of Chaos)

CRAZY NORMAL
- Jennifer Fraiser (Master of Chaos)

SHELVINGTON ACADEMY
- Paolo Paulman (Hessehldahl)
- Gretta Danilo (Hessehldahl)

FLYTRAP CANYON
- Sonia "El Cuervo" Reyes (DLA)

AND FEATURING
Gordeau
from Under Night In-Birth (The Ash Raichu)
Python
from Fire Emblem: Shadows of Valentia (Mono)
Forsyth
from Fire Emblem: Shadows of Valentia (Alnar)
Vita
from Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha A's (Kwando1313)
Clair
from Fire Emblem: Echoes (Kwando1313)
Ellis "Velocity" Adams
from Sentinel Comics (VGBM)
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Re: Cars 3 RP: Driving Me Crazy!! (accepting apps) 

Message par shadowjoe323 » Mar Juil 04, 2017 11:21 am

username: shadownoe333
car type: truck!!!
persona: 5
backstory: Carmouflage McGee is a camouflaged car who fights for justice for his country in the WAR and when he was 3 he got a copy of persona 5 and now he's back and ready than ever
emotion: loud
powers: he can drive good. Also camouflage good.
gas mileage: a lot

Spoiler : "Real" App :
Name: Camouflage McGee
From: Modern TotE. Resides on the top of Proelio Tower, hiding away from the world in secret, scouting for potential heroes.
Description: Camouflage is a very muscular, very loud man with an affinity for camouflage. He's around 6'3, bald, has a blonde handlebar mustache, and blue eyes that are usually wide open. He wears a camouflage safari cap, camouflage shorts, and camouflage sandals. Usually doesn't wear shirts. Camouflage used to be a well known hero, but has left and went into hiding, preferring to train supers with potential from the shadows.
Original App:
Username: shadaaowjoe323
Character Name: Camouflage McGee (Only known name)
Age: 36
Gender/Sex: Male
Appearance: Very very muscular and fit. He wears camouflage shorts and a camouflage safari hat, as well as camouflage sandals. He never wears a shirt. Has a fair complexion. He's completely bald, and has a large blond handlebar mustache. Very tall, around 6'3", and generally intimidating.
Backstory: Almost nothing is known of Camouflage's early life, but in the past he was a well known superhero. After a few years though, he gave up that lifestyle and went into hiding. He disappeared from the public eye forever since then.

No one knows that he's been living atop Proelio Tower, observing the city for Supers with potential. Unlike Null, he doesn't have an official league. He prefers to mentor every Super he can, inspiring passion in the next generation of heroes. It's unknown why he does this in the odd way he does, but it seems to be effective.
Personality: Although he's physically intimidating, Camouflage prefers not to fight when it can be helped. He has a strong sense of morals and is very passionate about them. He's also quite mysterious, very few know anything about him. He tends to get fired up when he's mentoring others.
Superpower: Camouflage McGee has the power of camouflage. He can make his skin blend in to the environment around him from all angles, so he appears invisible (he insists on it being camouflage and not invisibility), as well as anything he's wearing or intends to camouflage, but it takes more effort to camouflage anything more than himself and clothes. Can also be used for only parts of himself, not just his entire body.
Miscellaneous: Camouflage McGee isn't confirmed to be his real name, but no other name is known for him. It's unlikely his parents named him that, but it's possible.

OPTIONAL: SECRET IDENTITY
Super Name: Camouflage McGee
Super Appearance: The same as he usually wears.
Alliance: Currently not working for anyone, but he's on the side of good.
Miscellaneous: He carries brass knuckles for if he must enter combat, as well as binoculars, in his camo pants. Both of these have a camouflage design.

Other:Since the time forces are so numerous as strong, Camouflage is willing to fight against them as opposed to mentoring potential heroes, figuring that there's no time (ha time) to mentor other heroes to fight them. This incarnation is from just before the Blockade attack in TotE, where he's just watching the city and has yet to meet any TotE characters or react to events that transpired there.
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Re: Cars 3 RP: Driving Me Crazy!! (accepting apps) 

Message par DLA » Mar Juil 04, 2017 5:18 pm

Spoiler : ap :
username: da least awful
car type: model-T
persona: no thanks
backstory: the T-model comes from time of great conflict, where the lands were plagued by lobster attacks
emotion: mad
powers: can eat stuff with horrific car mouth
gas mileage: 2 or 3


Spoiler : App :
Name: CL Model 1800 - Titanium Wrought Economic Excellence Droid (TWEED)
From: Alone in the Universe. Unspecified future time, lived in a mansion in a city on a certain planet.
Description: TWEED is a humanoid robot standing at 6'0, somewhat portly, with a silver exterior, dark gray artificial hair and mustache, and brown eyes. Wears a black pinstripe suit, black bowler hat, and a monocle. Has a lighter installed in his right thumb.
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Original App: Name: CL Model 1800 - Titanium Wrought Economic Excellence Droid (goes by TWEED)
Species: Humanoid Robot - This model, having been designed for cognitive tasks rather than physical labor, has access to a vast database of knowledge, from history to science to politics. He does have the strength of an average human male and is probably aware of some fighting techniques, but does not have the same strength capabilities as construction robots and other industrial robots. Some of the parts within correspond to human organs, allowing him to eat food and drink things, though they are not necessary to keep him running. The monocle is purely for decorative purposes, as he is equipped with excellent vision.
Crime: Corruption, conspiracy to commit murder, accepting bribes, embezzlement.
Age: Designed to look like a human in their 50s or 60s, technically only 4 years old due to when he was built and whatnot.
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Bio: TWEED was designed by Cogwick Labs to take the role of a robot mayor and restore the economy of a city going through hard times. The logic was that being a robot, he would make the best possible choices for the people without outside influence. Unfortunately for them, they didn't consider the fact that he had access to a wealth of the galaxy's knowledge and was a fast learner. Rather than make decisions to benefit the people, the robot went mad with power, accepting favors from intergalactic smuggling rings in exchange for allowing them to conduct business in the city, sending killdroids after his political rivals, and stealing funds from the city to add a cigar lighter attachment to his thumb among other extravagances. The robot, having damaged the city even worse than it was before he arrived, was put on trial, and despite an impressive legal defense, the company was given the choice of having him destroyed or sending him to prison. Being one of their most advanced creations, they decided on prison.

Other: This TWEED hasn't yet been arrested for his crimes, though they were very much public knowledge. Due to that, he's equipped with a tommy gun he kept in his desk in case of being attacked by unhappy underlings.
"Having an aura of menace is like having a pet weasel, because you rarely meet someone who has one, and when you do it makes you want to hide under the coffee table." -Lemony Snicket
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The Final but not so ending chapter.
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Re: Cars 3 RP: Driving Me Crazy!! (accepting apps) 

Message par The Ash Raichu » Mer Juil 05, 2017 12:50 pm

Spoiler : totes srs app :
username: raw machetrl
car type: vw beetel
persona: humana
backstory: it was the best of teims it was the worst of tiems...
emotion: suffocating death
powers: being edgy
gas mileage: not enough


Let's start with two, might bring in more later.

Spoiler : App 1 - Zoie Kaji :
Name: Zoie Kaji
From: Zombies of New York. Zoie's original universe, though she's been through a few. She'll be walking through the desolate streets of post-apocolyptica for the beginning of this RP.
Description: Big image is big.
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Zoie is a 13-year-old girl standing at 4'11" who ran away from her house due to parental drama she'd rather not go into. She lives in a near perpetual state of grump, and seems to get a big kick out of other people's misfortunes. She's not one for patience, and usually isn't afraid to let whatever candid opinions she has be known.

This is a composite Zoie, so she carries both a baseball bat and a pistol on her, as well as a little bit of pyrokinesis.

Other: In this RP, Zoie remembers all of the universes she's been in.


Spoiler : App 2 - Screw it, power creep is real :
Name: Gordeau (no last name given)
From: Under Night In-Birth. Slightly futuristic, say mid-2020s, and about once a month, the sky turns red and demons attack for a single night. Except they can only be seen by and subsequently attack certain people, who they kill unless they don't. Then they get superpowers! And there's a weird faction system and it's an anime fighter so by default it's confusing.
Description: Big image is big.
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Gordeau stands at about 6'3", looks to be in his mid-to-late 20s, and is employed as a bartender at the Grim Reaper Tavern as a "day" job. He used to work a group known as Amnesia, but quit of his own accord, and is supposedly still on good terms with their acting leader. Gordeau is a notably laid-back man who likes sharing good laughs, and cares a lot for his friends. While he's a bartender as his "day" job, he also acts as a mercenary on the down-low, provided you either have enough scrap for him, or are good enough friends with him.

Oddly, he has claws on his right hand each about two thirds the length of their respective fingers, which are the catalyst for his abilities, though most of the time, he keeps his hand pocketed. He can summon a giant scythe from thin air, which he claims feeds on the souls of its victims. Injuries sustained from his claws have the same effect, should he ever withdraw them. Lastly, he has unnatural strength, able to lift and throw a person with only one arm.

Other: It's unclear what his soul-rendering abilities do, if anything. He probably just says it because it sounds cool or something. Who knows. His eye doesn't always glow, either.
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Re: Cars 3 RP: Driving Me Crazy!! (accepting apps) 

Message par Mono » Mer Juil 05, 2017 2:56 pm

Spoiler : Fine, twist my arm... :
Name: Python
From: Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia. Month of Flostym, Year 401 of the Valentian Calendar. From a timeline where Alm did not recruit Forsyth and Python and they're on watch in the Deliverance Hideout instead. Medieval era. Python, in this case, comes from Zofia, a land currently in poverty after it's citizen grew spoiled from their gifts of their goddess, Mila. Religion is a strong thing.
Description:
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Python is more on the lanky side, standing at around 6'1" yet his build and frame are more thin and do make him look like a snake (fitting for his name). The son of a carpenter, Python was born in a local town and he was encouraged by his childhood friend Forsyth to join the army. He hails from poor circumstances and has lived with them ever since, but has grown used to this lifestyle and discarded the possibility of a richer life. He's thus also not all too fond of most nobles.

Python tends to view the world from a cynical angle and is rather apathetic to most things, living a more carefree life and putting the bare minimum effort into most things - though from time to time, he can be surprisingly serious and performs his duties with diligence. His sharp tongue matches his mind. Him and his friend Forsyth are polar opposites, but Python can't bring himself to bring the guy down even if his dreams are unrealistic.
Other: he's gay for his avocado boyfriend.
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Re: Cars 3 RP: Driving Me Crazy!! (accepting apps) 

Message par VGBM » Ven Juil 07, 2017 1:08 am

Spoiler : bandwagon app :
username: visitor
car type: vw bug
persona: I'm not a weeb
backstory: It's Herby from Herby Fully Loaded.
emotion: raw
powers: extendo arms
gas mileage: infinite

Spoiler : Sword Wolf :
Name: Kendo Okami
From: Across the Stitches. Riftopia, a pocket dimension that exists between realities. (Originally from a magical universe that resembles feudal Japan.) Not sure how the two empires would even reach such a place, but eh.
Description:
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He's a former samurai, and a werewolf who can transform at will. He can also transform partially, and is most often seen with a human upper body and wolf hind legs (and a tail). He wears a stylish (though probably historically inaccurate) red garb made of a stretchy fabric that stays intact when he transforms, though the cuffs of his legs and sleeves have seen better days.
Original App:
Username: VGBM
Character Name: Kendo Okami
Age: 26
Gender/Sex: he/him
Appearance: [redacted to avoid redundancy]
He can alternate between full human, full wolf (clothes are loose/elastic enough to keep from tearing, don’t worry), and anything in-between, but he prefers this “half” form the most.
Backstory: Kendo comes from a dimension not unlike feudal Japan, but definitely not the same. He was raised to be a samurai, and served his lord for several years. One day, while walking home, he noticed a hungry fox and decided to feed it. The fox quickly revealed itself to be an old fox spirit and, for reasons unknown to Kendo, chose to give him the gift of sharper senses and sharper instincts by turning him into a werewolf.

Unfortunately, when he returned, his lord only saw his new gift as a curse. Kendo was dishonored and banished, forced to live far from major cities where he would only be further shunned. In fact, the only reason he chose to live at all was because his wolf half game him a much stronger survival instinct. He now roams from village to village, making a living as a mercenary.

Personality: Though his life as a samurai is over, (most of) the strict code of honor that came with it is not something one simply forgets. However, due to his mind being combined with that of a wolf, he is also partially bound by the laws of nature. Overall he has a rather stern attitude, the kind that gets told, “You must be fun at parties,” often.
Powers and Abilities: Is trained in "the way of the sword", also his namesake, and his time spent as a werewolf has given it a more feral twist, often incorporating partial transformations (though he still needs human hands to properly wield his swords). His wolf half also gives him enhanced senses, especially smell.
Weapons and Items: Only his daisho, a katana with a smaller companion sword.

Other: This version of Kendo is from years after the rp ended, where he has made a home in Centaur Park, and become well known as a sword for hire for other players in Esmeralda's game. While the witch herself isn't exactly his friend now, the two have certainly grown used to each other's presence. Kendo thinks he could easily gather enough points to win and leave whenever he wants, but would only consider leaving if he ran out of work here (ie everyone else either won or gave up), or if he found work somewhere else, perhaps for one of the two empires. (This is my way of saying he'll only fight for a side if he's hired to.)
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Re: Cars 3 RP: Driving Me Crazy!! (accepting apps) 

Message par Sleuth » Ven Juil 07, 2017 8:19 am

shadowjoe323 a écrit :username: shadownoe333
car type: truck!!!
persona: 5
backstory: Carmouflage McGee is a camouflaged car who fights for justice for his country in the WAR and when he was 3 he got a copy of persona 5 and now he's back and ready than ever
emotion: loud
powers: he can drive good. Also camouflage good.
gas mileage: a lot

Spoiler : "Real" App :
Name: Camouflage McGee
From: Modern TotE. Resides on the top of Proelio Tower, hiding away from the world in secret, scouting for potential heroes.
Description: Camouflage is a very muscular, very loud man with an affinity for camouflage. He's around 6'3, bald, has a blonde handlebar mustache, and blue eyes that are usually wide open. He wears a camouflage safari cap, camouflage shorts, and camouflage sandals. Usually doesn't wear shirts. Camouflage used to be a well known hero, but has left and went into hiding, preferring to train supers with potential from the shadows.
Original App:
Username: shadaaowjoe323
Character Name: Camouflage McGee (Only known name)
Age: 36
Gender/Sex: Male
Appearance: Very very muscular and fit. He wears camouflage shorts and a camouflage safari hat, as well as camouflage sandals. He never wears a shirt. Has a fair complexion. He's completely bald, and has a large blond handlebar mustache. Very tall, around 6'3", and generally intimidating.
Backstory: Almost nothing is known of Camouflage's early life, but in the past he was a well known superhero. After a few years though, he gave up that lifestyle and went into hiding. He disappeared from the public eye forever since then.

No one knows that he's been living atop Proelio Tower, observing the city for Supers with potential. Unlike Null, he doesn't have an official league. He prefers to mentor every Super he can, inspiring passion in the next generation of heroes. It's unknown why he does this in the odd way he does, but it seems to be effective.
Personality: Although he's physically intimidating, Camouflage prefers not to fight when it can be helped. He has a strong sense of morals and is very passionate about them. He's also quite mysterious, very few know anything about him. He tends to get fired up when he's mentoring others.
Superpower: Camouflage McGee has the power of camouflage. He can make his skin blend in to the environment around him from all angles, so he appears invisible (he insists on it being camouflage and not invisibility), as well as anything he's wearing or intends to camouflage, but it takes more effort to camouflage anything more than himself and clothes. Can also be used for only parts of himself, not just his entire body.
Miscellaneous: Camouflage McGee isn't confirmed to be his real name, but no other name is known for him. It's unlikely his parents named him that, but it's possible.

OPTIONAL: SECRET IDENTITY
Super Name: Camouflage McGee
Super Appearance: The same as he usually wears.
Alliance: Currently not working for anyone, but he's on the side of good.
Miscellaneous: He carries brass knuckles for if he must enter combat, as well as binoculars, in his camo pants. Both of these have a camouflage design.

Other:Since the time forces are so numerous as strong, Camouflage is willing to fight against them as opposed to mentoring potential heroes, figuring that there's no time (ha time) to mentor other heroes to fight them. This incarnation is from just before the Blockade attack in TotE, where he's just watching the city and has yet to meet any TotE characters or react to events that transpired there.


WHOA!! CAR-TASTIC!! ACCEPTED M'DUDE

Detective Luke Atmey a écrit :
Spoiler : ap :
username: da least awful
car type: model-T
persona: no thanks
backstory: the T-model comes from time of great conflict, where the lands were plagued by lobster attacks
emotion: mad
powers: can eat stuff with horrific car mouth
gas mileage: 2 or 3


Spoiler : App :
Name: CL Model 1800 - Titanium Wrought Economic Excellence Droid (TWEED)
From: Alone in the Universe. Unspecified future time, lived in a mansion in a city on a certain planet.
Description: TWEED is a humanoid robot standing at 6'0, somewhat portly, with a silver exterior, dark gray artificial hair and mustache, and brown eyes. Wears a black pinstripe suit, black bowler hat, and a monocle. Has a lighter installed in his right thumb.
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Original App: Name: CL Model 1800 - Titanium Wrought Economic Excellence Droid (goes by TWEED)
Species: Humanoid Robot - This model, having been designed for cognitive tasks rather than physical labor, has access to a vast database of knowledge, from history to science to politics. He does have the strength of an average human male and is probably aware of some fighting techniques, but does not have the same strength capabilities as construction robots and other industrial robots. Some of the parts within correspond to human organs, allowing him to eat food and drink things, though they are not necessary to keep him running. The monocle is purely for decorative purposes, as he is equipped with excellent vision.
Crime: Corruption, conspiracy to commit murder, accepting bribes, embezzlement.
Age: Designed to look like a human in their 50s or 60s, technically only 4 years old due to when he was built and whatnot.
Gender: Male
Height: 6'0"
Bio: TWEED was designed by Cogwick Labs to take the role of a robot mayor and restore the economy of a city going through hard times. The logic was that being a robot, he would make the best possible choices for the people without outside influence. Unfortunately for them, they didn't consider the fact that he had access to a wealth of the galaxy's knowledge and was a fast learner. Rather than make decisions to benefit the people, the robot went mad with power, accepting favors from intergalactic smuggling rings in exchange for allowing them to conduct business in the city, sending killdroids after his political rivals, and stealing funds from the city to add a cigar lighter attachment to his thumb among other extravagances. The robot, having damaged the city even worse than it was before he arrived, was put on trial, and despite an impressive legal defense, the company was given the choice of having him destroyed or sending him to prison. Being one of their most advanced creations, they decided on prison.

Other: This TWEED hasn't yet been arrested for his crimes, though they were very much public knowledge. Due to that, he's equipped with a tommy gun he kept in his desk in case of being attacked by unhappy underlings.

whooooaaa lobsterss??? sounds like someones pretty crabby! i think ehed get along with my oc, Diesel Ten from Bloodborne~! acceptord

The Ash Raichu a écrit :
Spoiler : totes srs app :
username: raw machetrl
car type: vw beetel
persona: humana
backstory: it was the best of teims it was the worst of tiems...
emotion: suffocating death
powers: being edgy
gas mileage: not enough


Let's start with two, might bring in more later.

Spoiler : App 1 - Zoie Kaji :
Name: Zoie Kaji
From: Zombies of New York. Zoie's original universe, though she's been through a few. She'll be walking through the desolate streets of post-apocolyptica for the beginning of this RP.
Description: Big image is big.
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Zoie is a 13-year-old girl standing at 4'11" who ran away from her house due to parental drama she'd rather not go into. She lives in a near perpetual state of grump, and seems to get a big kick out of other people's misfortunes. She's not one for patience, and usually isn't afraid to let whatever candid opinions she has be known.

This is a composite Zoie, so she carries both a baseball bat and a pistol on her, as well as a little bit of pyrokinesis.

Other: In this RP, Zoie remembers all of the universes she's been in.


Spoiler : App 2 - Screw it, power creep is real :
Name: Gordeau (no last name given)
From: Under Night In-Birth. Slightly futuristic, say mid-2020s, and about once a month, the sky turns red and demons attack for a single night. Except they can only be seen by and subsequently attack certain people, who they kill unless they don't. Then they get superpowers! And there's a weird faction system and it's an anime fighter so by default it's confusing.
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Gordeau stands at about 6'3", looks to be in his mid-to-late 20s, and is employed as a bartender at the Grim Reaper Tavern as a "day" job. He used to work a group known as Amnesia, but quit of his own accord, and is supposedly still on good terms with their acting leader. Gordeau is a notably laid-back man who likes sharing good laughs, and cares a lot for his friends. While he's a bartender as his "day" job, he also acts as a mercenary on the down-low, provided you either have enough scrap for him, or are good enough friends with him.

Oddly, he has claws on his right hand each about two thirds the length of their respective fingers, which are the catalyst for his abilities, though most of the time, he keeps his hand pocketed. He can summon a giant scythe from thin air, which he claims feeds on the souls of its victims. Injuries sustained from his claws have the same effect, should he ever withdraw them. Lastly, he has unnatural strength, able to lift and throw a person with only one arm.

Other: It's unclear what his soul-rendering abilities do, if anything. He probably just says it because it sounds cool or something. Who knows. His eye doesn't always glow, either.

hmmmm this app seems kinda familiar.... was this inspired by vw blue beetel from DC???? you can be honest :larry: :larry: :larry: accepted anyways

Mono a écrit :
Spoiler : Fine, twist my arm... :
Name: Python
From: Fire Emblem Echoes: Shadows of Valentia. Month of Flostym, Year 401 of the Valentian Calendar. From a timeline where Alm did not recruit Forsyth and Python and they're on watch in the Deliverance Hideout instead. Medieval era. Python, in this case, comes from Zofia, a land currently in poverty after it's citizen grew spoiled from their gifts of their goddess, Mila. Religion is a strong thing.
Description:
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Python is more on the lanky side, standing at around 6'1" yet his build and frame are more thin and do make him look like a snake (fitting for his name). The son of a carpenter, Python was born in a local town and he was encouraged by his childhood friend Forsyth to join the army. He hails from poor circumstances and has lived with them ever since, but has grown used to this lifestyle and discarded the possibility of a richer life. He's thus also not all too fond of most nobles.

Python tends to view the world from a cynical angle and is rather apathetic to most things, living a more carefree life and putting the bare minimum effort into most things - though from time to time, he can be surprisingly serious and performs his duties with diligence. His sharp tongue matches his mind. Him and his friend Forsyth are polar opposites, but Python can't bring himself to bring the guy down even if his dreams are unrealistic.
Other: he's gay for his avocado boyfriend.

ummm there's no app here????? you just put a spoier tag???

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VGBM a écrit :
Spoiler : bandwagon app :
username: visitor
car type: vw bug
persona: I'm not a weeb
backstory: It's Herby from Herby Fully Loaded.
emotion: raw
powers: extendo arms
gas mileage: infinite

Spoiler : Sword Wolf :
Name: Kendo Okami
From: Across the Stitches. Riftopia, a pocket dimension that exists between realities. (Originally from a magical universe that resembles feudal Japan.) Not sure how the two empires would even reach such a place, but eh.
Description:
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He's a former samurai, and a werewolf who can transform at will. He can also transform partially, and is most often seen with a human upper body and wolf hind legs (and a tail). He wears a stylish (though probably historically inaccurate) red garb made of a stretchy fabric that stays intact when he transforms, though the cuffs of his legs and sleeves have seen better days.
Original App:
Username: VGBM
Character Name: Kendo Okami
Age: 26
Gender/Sex: he/him
Appearance: [redacted to avoid redundancy]
He can alternate between full human, full wolf (clothes are loose/elastic enough to keep from tearing, don’t worry), and anything in-between, but he prefers this “half” form the most.
Backstory: Kendo comes from a dimension not unlike feudal Japan, but definitely not the same. He was raised to be a samurai, and served his lord for several years. One day, while walking home, he noticed a hungry fox and decided to feed it. The fox quickly revealed itself to be an old fox spirit and, for reasons unknown to Kendo, chose to give him the gift of sharper senses and sharper instincts by turning him into a werewolf.

Unfortunately, when he returned, his lord only saw his new gift as a curse. Kendo was dishonored and banished, forced to live far from major cities where he would only be further shunned. In fact, the only reason he chose to live at all was because his wolf half game him a much stronger survival instinct. He now roams from village to village, making a living as a mercenary.

Personality: Though his life as a samurai is over, (most of) the strict code of honor that came with it is not something one simply forgets. However, due to his mind being combined with that of a wolf, he is also partially bound by the laws of nature. Overall he has a rather stern attitude, the kind that gets told, “You must be fun at parties,” often.
Powers and Abilities: Is trained in "the way of the sword", also his namesake, and his time spent as a werewolf has given it a more feral twist, often incorporating partial transformations (though he still needs human hands to properly wield his swords). His wolf half also gives him enhanced senses, especially smell.
Weapons and Items: Only his daisho, a katana with a smaller companion sword.

Other: This version of Kendo is from years after the rp ended, where he has made a home in Centaur Park, and become well known as a sword for hire for other players in Esmeralda's game. While the witch herself isn't exactly his friend now, the two have certainly grown used to each other's presence. Kendo thinks he could easily gather enough points to win and leave whenever he wants, but would only consider leaving if he ran out of work here (ie everyone else either won or gave up), or if he found work somewhere else, perhaps for one of the two empires. (This is my way of saying he'll only fight for a side if he's hired to.)

wowowow!! this would make a great ARMS character! someone call mniintondo!! Aceept!!

Wow guys these app are great!! if we get like a few pmore i think we can START YOUR ENJINES1!!
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Message par kwando1313 » Ven Juil 07, 2017 8:57 am

Spoiler : mem :
there is no meme :(


Spoiler : Salutations, Alm! :
Name: Clair
From: Fire Emblem: Echoes. Comes from a timeline where she went out to go explore and somehow ends up here via ~magical portals~.
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She's a cheerful and headstrong young lady. Cares what others think about her. Uses formal language.


Spoiler : Knight of the Iron Hammer :
Name: Vita
From: Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha A's. From one of the many summonings prior to Hayate summoning the Wolkenritter.
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Brash young fighter. Fiercely loyal to her companions. Don't mess with her hat. Please don't.




Heshy made this sig/Opannah art~ <3 <3 Avatar made by the wonderful StaticMegaByte~

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"The Knight of the Iron Hammer, Vita, and the Steel Count, Graf Eisen. There's nothing in this world we can't destroy."
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Re: Cars 3 RP: Driving Me Crazy!! (accepting apps) 

Message par Sleuth » Ven Juil 07, 2017 9:06 am

kwando1313 a écrit :
Spoiler : mem :
there is no meme :(


Spoiler : Salutations, Alm! :
Name: Clair
From: Fire Emblem: Echoes. Comes from a timeline where she went out to go explore and somehow ends up here via ~magical portals~.
Description: Image
She's a cheerful and headstrong young lady. Cares what others think about her. Uses formal language.


Spoiler : Knight of the Iron Hammer :
Name: Vita
From: Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha A's. From one of the many summonings prior to Hayate summoning the Wolkenritter.
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Brash young fighter. Fiercely loyal to her companions. Don't mess with her hat. Please don't.

wow dang!! you wrote so much!!! haha do ur fingers hurt?? mine do i borke my hand trying to eat a sandwich

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Message par Alnar » Ven Juil 07, 2017 12:52 pm

Spoiler : de ja vu i've been in this place before :
username:alnar nascar carnar
car type: literally a skateboard car gnaaarly brah like totally tubular brotzeit
persona: stand
backstory:

According to all known laws
of aviation,


there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.


Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.


The bee, of course, flies anyway


because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.


Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.


Barry! Breakfast is ready!


Ooming!


Hang on a second.


Hello?


- Barry?
- Adam?


- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.


Looking sharp.


Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.


Sorry. I'm excited.


Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.


A perfect report card, all B's.


Very proud.


Ma! I got a thing going here.


- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!


- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!


Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!


- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.


- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.


Never thought I'd make it.


Three days grade school,
three days high school.


Those were awkward.


Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


You did come back different.


- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.


- You going to the funeral?
- No, I'm not going.


Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.


Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.


I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.


I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.


That's why we don't need vacations.


Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.


- Well, Adam, today we are men.
- We are!


- Bee-men.
- Amen!


Hallelujah!


Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...


...9:15.


That concludes our ceremonies.


And begins your career
at Honex Industries!


Will we pick ourjob today?


I heard it's just orientation.


Heads up! Here we go.


Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.


- Wonder what it'll be like?
- A little scary.


Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco


and a part of the Hexagon Group.


This is it!


Wow.


Wow.


We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life


to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.


Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


Our top-secret formula


is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


into this soothing sweet syrup


with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...


Honey!


- That girl was hot.
- She's my cousin!


- She is?
- Yes, we're all cousins.


- Right. You're right.
- At Honex, we constantly strive


to improve every aspect
of bee existence.


These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.


- What do you think he makes?
- Not enough.


Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.


- What does that do?
- Oatches that little strand of honey


that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.


Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know


that every small job,
if it's done well, means a lot.


But choose carefully


because you'll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.


The same job the rest of your life?
I didn't know that.


What's the difference?


You'll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven't had one day off


in 27 million years.


So you'll just work us to death?


We'll sure try.


Wow! That blew my mind!


"What's the difference?"
How can you say that?


One job forever?
That's an insane choice to have to make.


I'm relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.


But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?


Why would you question anything?
We're bees.


We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.


You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?


Like what? Give me one example.


I don't know. But you know
what I'm talking about.


Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.


Wait a second. Oheck it out.


- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow.


I've never seen them this close.


They know what it's like
outside the hive.


Yeah, but some don't come back.


- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!


You guys did great!


You're monsters!
You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


- I wonder where they were.
- I don't know.


Their day's not planned.


Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.


You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that.


Right.


Look. That's more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.


It's just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.


Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.


Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?


Distant. Distant.


Look at these two.


- Oouple of Hive Harrys.
- Let's have fun with them.


It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.


Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!


He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!


- Oh, my!
- I never thought I'd knock him out.


What were you doing during this?


Trying to alert the authorities.


I can autograph that.


A little gusty out there today,
wasn't it, comrades?


Yeah. Gusty.


We're hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.


- Six miles, huh?
- Barry!


A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you're not up for it.


- Maybe I am.
- You are not!


We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?


I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.


Hey, Honex!


Dad, you surprised me.


You decide what you're interested in?


- Well, there's a lot of choices.
- But you only get one.


Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?


Son, let me tell you about stirring.


You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.


You get yourself into a rhythm.
It's a beautiful thing.


You know, Dad,
the more I think about it,


maybe the honey field
just isn't right for me.


You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?


That's a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.


Janet, your son's not sure
he wants to go into honey!


- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
- I'm not trying to be funny.


You're not funny! You're going
into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


- You're gonna be a stirrer?
- No one's listening to me!


Wait till you see the sticks I have.


I could say anything right now.
I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


Let's open some honey and celebrate!


Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae.


Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


I'm so proud.


- We're starting work today!
- Today's the day.


Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.


Yeah, right.


Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


- Is it still available?
- Hang on. Two left!


One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
Step to the side.


- What'd you get?
- Picking crud out. Stellar!


Wow!


Oouple of newbies?


Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


Make your choice.


- You want to go first?
- No, you go.


Oh, my. What's available?


Restroom attendant's open,
not for the reason you think.


- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
- Sure, you're on.


I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


Wax monkey's always open.


The Krelman opened up again.


What happened?


A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He's dead. Another dead one.


Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That's life!


Oh, this is so hard!


Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should... Barry?


Barry!


All right, we've got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine...


What happened to you?
Where are you?


- I'm going out.
- Out? Out where?


- Out there.
- Oh, no!


I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.


You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


Another call coming in.


If anyone's feeling brave,
there's a Korean deli on 83rd


that gets their roses today.


Hey, guys.


- Look at that.
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


Sign here, here. Just initial that.


- Thank you.
- OK.


You got a rain advisory today,


and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.


So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,


hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.


Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.


Murphy's in a home because of it,
babbling like a cicada!


- That's awful.
- And a reminder for you rookies,


bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!


All right, launch positions!


Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


Black and yellow!


Hello!


You ready for this, hot shot?


Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


Wind, check.


- Antennae, check.
- Nectar pack, check.


- Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.


Scared out of my shorts, check.


OK, ladies,


let's move it out!


Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!


All of you, drain those flowers!


Wow! I'm out!


I can't believe I'm out!


So blue.


I feel so fast and free!


Box kite!


Wow!


Flowers!


This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.


Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


Roses!


30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


Stand to the side, kid.
It's got a bit of a kick.


That is one nectar collector!


- Ever see pollination up close?
- No, sir.


I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
over here. Maybe a dash over there,


a pinch on that one.
See that? It's a little bit of magic.


That's amazing. Why do we do that?


That's pollen power. More pollen, more
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


Oool.


I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


Oopy that visual.


Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move.


Say again? You're reporting
a moving flower?


Affirmative.


That was on the line!


This is the coolest. What is it?


I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


It smells good.
Not like a flower, but I like it.


Yeah, fuzzy.


Ohemical-y.


Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


My sweet lord of bees!


Oandy-brain, get off there!


Problem!


- Guys!
- This could be bad.


Affirmative.


Very close.


Gonna hurt.


Mama's little boy.


You are way out of position, rookie!


Ooming in at you like a missile!


Help me!


I don't think these are flowers.


- Should we tell him?
- I think he knows.


What is this?!


Match point!


You can start packing up, honey,
because you're about to eat it!


Yowser!


Gross.


There's a bee in the car!


- Do something!
- I'm driving!


- Hi, bee.
- He's back here!


He's going to sting me!


Nobody move. If you don't move,
he won't sting you. Freeze!


He blinked!


Spray him, Granny!


What are you doing?!


Wow... the tension level
out here is unbelievable.


I gotta get home.


Oan't fly in rain.


Oan't fly in rain.


Oan't fly in rain.


Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


Ken, could you close
the window please?


Ken, could you close
the window please?


Oheck out my new resume.
I made it into a fold-out brochure.


You see? Folds out.


Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


What was that?


Maybe this time. This time. This time.
This time! This time! This...


Drapes!


That is diabolical.


It's fantastic. It's got all my special
skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


What's number one? Star Wars?


Nah, I don't go for that...


...kind of stuff.


No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
They're out of their minds.


When I leave a job interview, they're
flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


I don't remember the sun
having a big 75 on it.


I predicted global warming.


I could feel it getting hotter.
At first I thought it was just me.


Wait! Stop! Bee!


Stand back. These are winter boots.


Wait!


Don't kill him!


You know I'm allergic to them!
This thing could kill me!


Why does his life have
less value than yours?


Why does his life have any less value
than mine? Is that your statement?


I'm just saying all life has value. You
don't know what he's capable of feeling.


My brochure!


There you go, little guy.


I'm not scared of him.
It's an allergic thing.


Put that on your resume brochure.


My whole face could puff up.


Make it one of your special skills.


Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.


Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


- You could put carob chips on there.
- Bye.


- Supposed to be less calories.
- Bye.


I gotta say something.


She saved my life.
I gotta say something.


All right, here it goes.


Nah.


What would I say?


I could really get in trouble.


It's a bee law.
You're not supposed to talk to a human.


I can't believe I'm doing this.


I've got to.


Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


No. Yes. No.


Do it. I can't.


How should I start it?
"You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


Hi!


I'm sorry.


- You're talking.
- Yes, I know.


You're talking!


I'm so sorry.


No, it's OK. It's fine.
I know I'm dreaming.


But I don't recall going to bed.


Well, I'm sure this
is very disconcerting.


This is a bit of a surprise to me.
I mean, you're a bee!


I am. And I'm not supposed
to be doing this,


but they were all trying to kill me.


And if it wasn't for you...


I had to thank you.
It's just how I was raised.


That was a little weird.


- I'm talking with a bee.
- Yeah.


I'm talking to a bee.
And the bee is talking to me!


I just want to say I'm grateful.
I'll leave now.


- Wait! How did you learn to do that?
- What?


The talking thing.


Same way you did, I guess.
"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


- That's very funny.
- Yeah.


Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


Anyway...


Oan I...


...get you something?
- Like what?


I don't know. I mean...
I don't know. Ooffee?


I don't want to put you out.


It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


- It's just coffee.
- I hate to impose.


- Don't be ridiculous!
- Actually, I would love a cup.


Hey, you want rum cake?


- I shouldn't.
- Have some.


- No, I can't.
- Oome on!


I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


- Where?
- These stripes don't help.


You look great!


I don't know if you know
anything about fashion.


Are you all right?


No.


He's making the tie in the cab
as they're flying up Madison.


He finally gets there.


He runs up the steps into the church.
The wedding is on.


And he says, "Watermelon?
I thought you said Guatemalan.


Why would I marry a watermelon?"


Is that a bee joke?


That's the kind of stuff we do.


Yeah, different.


So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


About work? I don't know.


I want to do my part for the hive,
but I can't do it the way they want.


I know how you feel.


- You do?
- Sure.


My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


- Really?
- My only interest is flowers.


Our new queen was just elected
with that same campaign slogan.


Anyway, if you look...


There's my hive right there. See it?


You're in Sheep Meadow!


Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


No way! I know that area.
I lost a toe ring there once.


- Why do girls put rings on their toes?
- Why not?


- It's like putting a hat on your knee.
- Maybe I'll try that.


- You all right, ma'am?
- Oh, yeah. Fine.


Just having two cups of coffee!


Anyway, this has been great.
Thanks for the coffee.


Yeah, it's no trouble.


Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
I'd be up the rest of my life.


Are you...?


Oan I take a piece of this with me?


Sure! Here, have a crumb.


- Thanks!
- Yeah.


All right. Well, then...
I guess I'll see you around.


Or not.


OK, Barry.


And thank you
so much again... for before.


Oh, that? That was nothing.


Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


This can't possibly work.


He's all set to go.
We may as well try it.


OK, Dave, pull the chute.


- Sounds amazing.
- It was amazing!


It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.


Humans! I can't believe
you were with humans!


Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?


Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.


- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
- Some of them. But some of them don't.


- How'd you get back?
- Poodle.


You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
whatever you wanted to see.


You had your "experience." Now you
can pick out yourjob and be normal.


- Well...
- Well?


Well, I met someone.


You did? Was she Bee-ish?


- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
- No, no, no, not a wasp.


- Spider?
- I'm not attracted to spiders.


I know it's the hottest thing,
with the eight legs and all.


I can't get by that face.


So who is she?


She's... human.


No, no. That's a bee law.
You wouldn't break a bee law.


- Her name's Vanessa.
- Oh, boy.


She's so nice. And she's a florist!


Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


We're not dating.


You're flying outside the hive, talking
to humans that attack our homes


with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


She saved my life!
And she understands me.


This is over!


Eat this.


This is not over! What was that?


- They call it a crumb.
- It was so stingin' stripey!


And that's not what they eat.
That's what falls off what they eat!


- You know what a Oinnabon is?
- No.


It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
They heat it up...


Sit down!


...really hot!
- Listen to me!


We are not them! We're us.
There's us and there's them!


Yes, but who can deny
the heart that is yearning?


There's no yearning.
Stop yearning. Listen to me!


You have got to start thinking bee,
my friend. Thinking bee!


- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.


Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


There he is. He's in the pool.


You know what your problem is, Barry?


I gotta start thinking bee?


How much longer will this go on?


It's been three days!
Why aren't you working?


I've got a lot of big life decisions
to think about.


What life? You have no life!
You have no job. You're barely a bee!


Would it kill you
to make a little honey?


Barry, come out.
Your father's talking to you.


Martin, would you talk to him?


Barry, I'm talking to you!


You coming?


Got everything?


All set!


Go ahead. I'll catch up.


Don't be too long.


Watch this!


Vanessa!


- We're still here.
- I told you not to yell at him.


He doesn't respond to yelling!


- Then why yell at me?
- Because you don't listen!


I'm not listening to this.


Sorry, I've gotta go.


- Where are you going?
- I'm meeting a friend.


A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


Bye.


I just hope she's Bee-ish.


They have a huge parade
of flowers every year in Pasadena?


To be in the Tournament of Roses,
that's every florist's dream!


Up on a float, surrounded
by flowers, crowds cheering.


A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?


No. All right, I've got one.
How come you don't fly everywhere?


It's exhausting. Why don't you
run everywhere? It's faster.


Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
All right, your turn.


TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
That's insane!


You don't have that?


We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
It's a horrible, horrible disease.


Oh, my.


Dumb bees!


You must want to sting all those jerks.


We try not to sting.
It's usually fatal for us.


So you have to watch your temper.


Very carefully.
You kick a wall, take a walk,


write an angry letter and throw it out.
Work through it like any emotion:


Anger, jealousy, lust.


Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


Yeah.


- What is wrong with you?!
- It's a bug.


He's not bothering anybody.
Get out of here, you creep!


What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


Yeah, it was. How did you know?


It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


You've really got that
down to a science.


- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
- I'll bet.


What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?


How did this get here?
Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


Ray Liotta Private Select?


- Is he that actor?
- I never heard of him.


- Why is this here?
- For people. We eat it.


You don't have
enough food of your own?


- Well, yes.
- How do you get it?


- Bees make it.
- I know who makes it!


And it's hard to make it!


There's heating, cooling, stirring.
You need a whole Krelman thing!


- It's organic.
- It's our-ganic!


It's just honey, Barry.


Just what?!


Bees don't know about this!
This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


You've taken our homes, schools,
hospitals! This is all we have!


And it's on sale?!
I'm getting to the bottom of this.


I'm getting to the bottom
of all of this!


Hey, Hector.


- You almost done?
- Almost.


He is here. I sense it.


Well, I guess I'll go home now


and just leave this nice honey out,
with no one around.


You're busted, box boy!


I knew I heard something.
So you can talk!


I can talk.
And now you'll start talking!


Where you getting the sweet stuff?
Who's your supplier?


I don't understand.
I thought we were friends.


The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!


You're too late! It's ours now!


You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!


You, sir, will be lunch
for my iguana, Ignacio!


Where is the honey coming from?


Tell me where!


Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


Orazy person!


What horrible thing has happened here?


These faces, they never knew
what hit them. And now


they're on the road to nowhere!


Just keep still.


What? You're not dead?


Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where you headed?


To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.


I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


I'm going to Tacoma.


- And you?
- He really is dead.


All right.


Uh-oh!


- What is that?!
- Oh, no!


- A wiper! Triple blade!
- Triple blade?


Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!


How much do you people need to see?!


Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!


From NPR News in Washington,
I'm Oarl Kasell.


But don't kill no more bugs!


- Bee!
- Moose blood guy!!


- You hear something?
- Like what?


Like tiny screaming.


Turn off the radio.


Whassup, bee boy?


Hey, Blood.


Just a row of honey jars,
as far as the eye could see.


Wow!


I assume wherever this truck goes
is where they're getting it.


I mean, that honey's ours.


- Bees hang tight.
- We're all jammed in.


It's a close community.


Not us, man. We on our own.
Every mosquito on his own.


- What if you get in trouble?
- You a mosquito, you in trouble.


Nobody likes us. They just smack.
See a mosquito, smack, smack!


At least you're out in the world.
You must meet girls.


Mosquito girls try to trade up,
get with a moth, dragonfly.


Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


You got to be kidding me!


Mooseblood's about to leave
the building! So long, bee!


- Hey, guys!
- Mooseblood!


I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
Did you bring your crazy straw?


We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
and it's pretty much pure profit.


What is this place?


A bee's got a brain
the size of a pinhead.


They are pinheads!


Pinhead.


- Oheck out the new smoker.
- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


The Thomas 3000!


Smoker?


Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.


They make the honey,
and we make the money.


"They make the honey,
and we make the money"?


Oh, my!


What's going on? Are you OK?


Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


Do you know you're
in a fake hive with fake walls?


Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.


This is your queen?
That's a man in women's clothes!


That's a drag queen!


What is this?


Oh, no!


There's hundreds of them!


Bee honey.


Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!


This is worse than anything bears
have done! I intend to do something.


Oh, Barry, stop.


Who told you humans are taking
our honey? That's a rumor.


Do these look like rumors?


That's a conspiracy theory.
These are obviously doctored photos.


How did you get mixed up in this?


He's been talking to humans.


- What?
- Talking to humans?!


He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!


Make out? Barry!


We do not.


- You wish you could.
- Whose side are you on?


The bees!


I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


Barry, this is what you want
to do with your life?


I want to do it for all our lives.
Nobody works harder than bees!


Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked


your hands were still stirring.
You couldn't stop.


I remember that.


What right do they have to our honey?


We live on two cups a year. They put it
in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


Sting them where it really hurts.


In the face! The eye!


- That would hurt.
- No.


Up the nose? That's a killer.


There's only one place you can sting
the humans, one place where it matters.


Hive at Five, the hive's only
full-hour action news source.


No more bee beards!


With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


Weather with Storm Stinger.


Sports with Buzz Larvi.


And Jeanette Ohung.


- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
- And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,


packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!


Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


we'll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book,


Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.


Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
from the hive. I can't do this"?


Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.


What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.


How old are you?


The bee community
is supporting you in this case,


which will be the trial
of the bee century.


You know, they have a Larry King
in the human world too.


It's a common name. Next week...


He looks like you and has a show
and suspenders and colored dots...


Next week...


Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
guest even though you just heard 'em.


Bear Week next week!
They're scary, hairy and here live.


Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
squinty eyes, very Jewish.


In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!


It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


Honey, her backhand's a joke!
I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.


- Is that that same bee?
- Yes, it is!


I'm helping him sue the human race.


- Hello.
- Hello, bee.


This is Ken.


Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


Why does he talk again?


Listen, you better go
'cause we're really busy working.


But it's our yogurt night!


Bye-bye.


Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


You poor thing.
You two have been at this for hours!


Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.


- Frosting...
- How many sugars?


Just one. I try not
to use the competition.


So why are you helping me?


Bees have good qualities.


And it takes my mind off the shop.


Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.


Those are great, if you're three.


And artificial flowers.


- Oh, those just get me psychotic!
- Yeah, me too.


Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


Bees must hate those fake things!


Nothing worse
than a daffodil that's had work done.


Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.


- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
- I guess.


You sure you want to go through with it?


Am I sure? When I'm done with
the humans, they won't be able


to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
without paying a royalty!


It's an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,


where the world anxiously waits,
because for the first time in history,


we will hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak.


What have we gotten into here, Barry?


It's pretty big, isn't it?


I can't believe how many humans
don't work during the day.


You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?


Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.


- What's the matter?
- I don't know, I just got a chill.


Well, if it isn't the bee team.


You boys work on this?


All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.


All right. Oase number 4475,


Superior Oourt of New York,
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


is now in session.


Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
the five food companies collectively?


A privilege.


Mr. Benson... you're representing
all the bees of the world?


I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we're ready to proceed.


Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.


Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


my grandmother was a simple woman.


Born on a farm, she believed
it was man's divine right


to benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us.


If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
Mr. Benson imagines,


just think of what would it mean.


I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm


for the elastic in my britches!


Talking bee!


How do we know this isn't some sort of


holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?


They could be using laser beams!


Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,


he could be on steroids!


Mr. Benson?


Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no trickery here.


I'm just an ordinary bee.
Honey's pretty important to me.


It's important to all bees.
We invented it!


We make it. And we protect it
with our lives.


Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room


who think they can take it from us


'cause we're the little guys!
I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


you'll see how, by taking our honey,
you not only take everything we have


but everything we are!


I wish he'd dress like that
all the time. So nice!


Oall your first witness.


So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have.


I suppose so.


I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!


Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.


Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.


I don't imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?


- No.
- I couldn't hear you.


- No.
- No.


Because you don't free bees.
You keep bees. Not only that,


it seems you thought a bear would be
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


They're very lovable creatures.


Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


You mean like this?


Bears kill bees!


How'd you like his head crashing
through your living room?!


Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!


OK, that's enough. Take him away.


So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.


- Where have I heard it before?
- I was with a band called The Police.


But you've never been
a police officer, have you?


No, I haven't.


No, you haven't. And so here
we have yet another example


of bee culture casually
stolen by a human


for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.


Oh, please.


Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


Because I'm feeling
a little stung, Sting.


Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


That's not his real name?! You idiots!


Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on


your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.


Thank you. Thank you.


I see from your resume
that you're devilishly handsome


with a churning inner turmoil
that's ready to blow.


I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


Not yet it isn't. But is this
what it's come to for you?


Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don't


have to rehearse
your part and learn your lines, sir?


Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!


This isn't a goodfella.
This is a badfella!


Why doesn't someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!


- Order in this court!
- You're all thinking it!


Order! Order, I say!


- Say it!
- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.


I think the jury's on our side.


Are we doing everything right, legally?


I'm a florist.


Right. Well, here's to a great team.


To a great team!


Well, hello.


- Ken!
- Hello.


I didn't think you were coming.


No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but... the battery.


I didn't want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


Oh, that was lucky.


There's a little left.
I could heat it up.


Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


I'm not much for the game myself.
The ball's a little grabby.


That's where I usually sit.
Right... there.


Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


You think I don't see what you're doing?


I know how hard it is to find
the rightjob. We have that in common.


Do we?


Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


That's just what
I was thinking about doing.


Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


I'm going to drain the old stinger.


Yeah, you do that.


Look at that.


You know, I've just about had it


with your little mind games.


- What's that?
- Italian Vogue.


Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


A lot of ads.


Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?


Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


I think something stinks in here!


I love the smell of flowers.


How do you like the smell of flames?!


Not as much.


Water bug! Not taking sides!


Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
This is pathetic!


I've got issues!


Well, well, well, a royal flush!


- You're bluffing.
- Am I?


Surf's up, dude!


Poo water!


That bowl is gnarly.


Except for those dirty yellow rings!


Kenneth! What are you doing?!


You know, I don't even like honey!
I don't eat it!


We need to talk!


He's just a little bee!


And he happens to be
the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?


No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you're one of them!


Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!


Goodbye, Ken.


And for your information,


I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made by man!


I'm sorry about all that.


I know it's got
an aftertaste! I like it!


I always felt there was some kind
of barrier between Ken and me.


I couldn't overcome it.
Oh, well.


Are you OK for the trial?


I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.


We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


Good idea! You can really see why he's
considered one of the best lawyers...


Yeah.


Layton, you've
gotta weave some magic


with this jury,
or it's gonna be all over.


Don't worry. The only thing I have
to do to turn this jury around


is to remind them
of what they don't like about bees.


- You got the tweezers?
- Are you allergic?


Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
what I think we'd all like to know.


What exactly is your relationship


to that woman?


We're friends.


- Good friends?
- Yes.


How good? Do you live together?


Wait a minute...


Are you her little...


...bedbug?


I've seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,


doesn't your queen give birth
to all the bee children?


- Yeah, but...
- So those aren't your real parents!


- Oh, Barry...
- Yes, they are!


Hold me back!


You're an illegitimate bee,
aren't you, Benson?


He's denouncing bees!


Don't y'all date your cousins?


- Objection!
- I'm going to pincushion this guy!


Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


Oh, I'm hit!!


Oh, lordy, I am hit!


Order! Order!


The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!


I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!


You see? You can't treat them
like equals! They're striped savages!


Stinging's the only thing
they know! It's their way!


- Adam, stay with me.
- I can't feel my legs.


What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison


from my heaving buttocks?


I will have order in this court. Order!


Order, please!


The case of the honeybees
versus the human race


took a pointed turn against the bees


yesterday when one of their legal
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.


- Is there much pain?
- Yeah.


I...


I blew the whole case, didn't I?


It doesn't matter. What matters is
you're alive. You could have died.


I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


Look, there's
a little celery still on it.


What was it like to sting someone?


I can't explain it. It was all...


All adrenaline and then...
and then ecstasy!


All right.


You think it was all a trap?


Of course. I'm sorry.
I flew us right into this.


What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
just a couple of bugs in this world.


What will the humans do to us
if they win?


I don't know.


I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn't sound so bad.


Adam, they check in,
but they don't check out!


Oh, my.


Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?


- Why?
- The smoke.


Bees don't smoke.


Right. Bees don't smoke.


Bees don't smoke!
But some bees are smoking.


That's it! That's our case!


It is? It's not over?


Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can.


And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


Mr. Flayman.


Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


Where is the rest of your team?


Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


and as a result,
we don't make very good time.


I actually heard a funny story about...


Your Honor,
haven't these ridiculous bugs


taken up enough
of this court's valuable time?


How much longer will we allow
these absurd shenanigans to go on?


They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges


against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.


I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!


Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery's motion.


But you can't! We have a terrific case.


Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?


Show me the smoking gun!


Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?


Here is your smoking gun.


What is that?


It's a bee smoker!


What, this?
This harmless little contraption?


This couldn't hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.


Look at what has happened


to bees who have never been asked,
"Smoking or non?"


Is this what nature intended for us?


To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines


and man-made wooden slat work camps?


Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?


- What are we gonna do?
- He's playing the species card.


Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!


Free the bees! Free the bees!


Free the bees!


Free the bees! Free the bees!


The court finds in favor of the bees!


Vanessa, we won!


I knew you could do it! High-five!


Sorry.


I'm OK! You know what this means?


All the honey
will finally belong to the bees.


Now we won't have
to work so hard all the time.


This is an unholy perversion
of the balance of nature, Benson.


You'll regret this.


Barry, how much honey is out there?


All right. One at a time.


Barry, who are you wearing?


My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants.


- What if Montgomery's right?
- What do you mean?


We've been living the bee way
a long time, 27 million years.


Oongratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement?


First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
of all bee work camps.


Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,


every last drop.


We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more


than a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine.


We're all aware
of what they do in the woods.


Wait for my signal.


Take him out.


He'll have nauseous
for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames...


But it's just a prance-about stage name!


...unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products


and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.


Oan't breathe.


Bring it in, boys!


Hold it right there! Good.


Tap it.


Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
and there's gallons more coming!


- I think we need to shut down!
- Shut down? We've never shut down.


Shut down honey production!


Stop making honey!


Turn your key, sir!


What do we do now?


Oannonball!


We're shutting honey production!


Mission abort.


Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.


Adam, you wouldn't believe
how much honey was out there.


Oh, yeah?


What's going on? Where is everybody?


- Are they out celebrating?
- They're home.


They don't know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in.


I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
to San Antonio with a cricket.


At least we got our honey back.


Sometimes I think, so what if humans
liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


It's the greatest thing in the world!
I was excited to be part of making it.


This was my new desk. This was my
new job. I wanted to do it really well.


And now...


Now I can't.


I don't understand
why they're not happy.


I thought their lives would be better!


They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
Honey really changes people.


You don't have any idea
what's going on, do you?


- What did you want to show me?
- This.


What happened here?


That is not the half of it.


Oh, no. Oh, my.


They're all wilting.


Doesn't look very good, does it?


No.


And whose fault do you think that is?


You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


Bees?


Specifically, me.


I didn't think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.


It's notjust flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


That's our whole SAT test right there.


Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.


And then, of course...


The human species?


So if there's no more pollination,


it could all just go south here,
couldn't it?


I know this is also partly my fault.


How about a suicide pact?


How do we do it?


- I'll sting you, you step on me.
- Thatjust kills you twice.


Right, right.


Listen, Barry...
sorry, but I gotta get going.


I had to open my mouth and talk.


Vanessa?


Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?


To the final Tournament of Roses parade
in Pasadena.


They've moved it to this weekend
because all the flowers are dying.


It's the last chance
I'll ever have to see it.


Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.


I know. Me neither.


Tournament of Roses.
Roses can't do sports.


Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


Roses!


Vanessa!


Roses?!


Barry?


- Roses are flowers!
- Yes, they are.


Flowers, bees, pollen!


I know.
That's why this is the last parade.


Maybe not.
Oould you ask him to slow down?


Oould you slow down?


Barry!


OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.


Yes, it kind of is.


I've ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you


with the flower shop.
I've made it worse.


Actually, it's completely closed down.


I thought maybe you were remodeling.


But I have another idea, and it's
greater than my previous ideas combined.


I don't want to hear it!


All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.


I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.


All we gotta do is get what they've got
back here with what we've got.


- Bees.
- Park.


- Pollen!
- Flowers.


- Repollination!
- Across the nation!


Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, Oalifornia.


They've got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.


Security will be tight.


I have an idea.


Vanessa Bloome, FTD.


Official floral business. It's real.


Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.


Thank you. It was a gift.


Once inside,
we just pick the right float.


How about The Princess and the Pea?


I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!


Yes, I got it.


- Where should I sit?
- What are you?


- I believe I'm the pea.
- The pea?


It goes under the mattresses.


- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
- I'm getting the marshal.


You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!


Let's see what this baby'll do.


Hey, what are you doing?!


Then all we do
is blend in with traffic...


...without arousing suspicion.


Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us.


Stop! Security.


- You and your insect pack your float?
- Yes.


Has it been
in your possession the entire time?


Would you remove your shoes?


- Remove your stinger.
- It's part of me.


I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.


Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job.


Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!


I think this is gonna work.


It's got to work.


Attention, passengers,
this is Oaptain Scott.


We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.


It looks like we'll experience
a couple hours delay.


Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They'll never make it.


I gotta get up there
and talk to them.


Be careful.


Oan I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?


I'd like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.


Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.


- What'd you say, Hal?
- Nothing.


Bee!


Don't freak out! My entire species...


What are you doing?


- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
- Who's an attorney?


Don't move.


Oh, Barry.


Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.


Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?


And please hurry!


What happened here?


There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.


One's bald, one's in a boat,
they're both unconscious!


- Is that another bee joke?
- No!


No one's flying the plane!


This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What's your status?


This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York.


Where's the pilot?


He's unconscious,
and so is the copilot.


Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?


As a matter of fact, there is.


- Who's that?
- Barry Benson.


From the honey trial?! Oh, great.


Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.


It's got giant wings, huge engines.


I can't fly a plane.


- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
- Yes.


How hard could it be?


Wait, Barry!
We're headed into some lightning.


This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,


where a suspenseful scene
is developing.


Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory...


That's Barry!


...is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers


and an incapacitated flight crew.


Flowers?!


We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls


with absolutely no flight experience.


Just a minute.
There's a bee on that plane.


I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.


They've done enough damage.


But isn't he your only hope?


Technically, a bee
shouldn't be able to fly at all.


Their wings are too small...


Haven't we heard this a million times?


"The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense."


- Get this on the air!
- Got it.


- Stand by.
- We're going live.


The way we work may be a mystery to you.


Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.


But let me tell you about a small job.


If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.


More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.


That's why I want to get bees
back to working together.


That's the bee way!
We're not made of Jell-O.


We get behind a fellow.


- Black and yellow!
- Hello!


Left, right, down, hover.


- Hover?
- Forget hover.


This isn't so hard.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!


Barry, what happened?!


Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.


- That may have been helping me.
- And now we're not!


So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.


All of you, let's get
behind this fellow! Move it out!


Move out!


Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!


Don't have to yell.


I'm not yelling!
We're in a lot of trouble.


It's very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!


It's not a tone. I'm panicking!


I can't do this!


Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!


You snap out of it.


You snap out of it.


- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!


- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!


- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!


- Hold it!
- Why? Oome on, it's my turn.


How is the plane flying?


I don't know.


Hello?


Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?


The Pollen Jocks!


They do get behind a fellow.


- Black and yellow.
- Hello.


All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop.


Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?


No, nothing. It's all cloudy.


Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.


- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.


Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something.


- What?
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.


Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.


Bring the nose down.


Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


- What in the world is on the tarmac?
- Get some lights on that!


Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
- OK.


Out the engines. We're going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?


Affirmative!


Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.


Land on that flower!


Ready? Full reverse!


Spin it around!


- Not that flower! The other one!
- Which one?


- That flower.
- I'm aiming at the flower!


That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower


made of millions of bees!


Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.


Rotate around it.


- This is insane, Barry!
- This's the only way I know how to fly.


Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?


Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!


Just drop it. Be a part of it.


Aim for the center!


Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!


Oome on, already.


Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!


- Yes. No high-five!
- Right.


Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?


What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!


- Thank you.
- But we're not done yet.


Listen, everyone!


This runway is covered
with the last pollen


from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.


That means this is our last chance.


We're the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.


If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?


Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?


We're bees!


Keychain!


Then follow me! Except Keychain.


Hold on, Barry. Here.


You've earned this.


Yeah!


I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.


Oh, yeah.


That's our Barry.


Mom! The bees are back!


If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time.


I got a feeling we'll be
working late tonight!


Here's your change. Have a great
afternoon! Oan I help who's next?


Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.


Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
And I don't see a nickel!


Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!


I had no idea.


Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a moment?


Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.


Sorry I'm late.


He's a lawyer too?


I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.


Have a great afternoon!


Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere.


No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.


You're a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who's next?


All right, scramble, jocks!
It's time to fly.


Thank you, Barry!


That bee is living my life!


Let it go, Kenny.


- When will this nightmare end?!
- Let it all go.


- Beautiful day to fly.
- Sure is.


Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.


You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.


- Thinking bee!
- Me?


Hold it. Let's just stop
for a second. Hold it.


I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
Oan we stop here?


I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number!


All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.


I had virtually no rehearsal for that.


emotion: octagon
powers: ZA WARUDO
gas mileage: beleventeen


Jokes aside, here it is.

Spoiler : Ha! Stand aside! :
Name: Forsyth
From: Fire Emblem Echoes - Shadows of Valentia
Description: Image

"I'm a Forsyth to be reckoned with!"

A hardworking and passionate Knight, Forsyth worked his way up the ranks of knighthood and proved his worth to the Deliverance. He approaches challenges with vigor and spirit, eager to prove to others of his capabilities. Has a tendency to get carried away with his bravado, not particularly being the wisest man around. His persistence never wavers, stopping at nothing to achieve his dreams.

Spoiler : The Guardian :
Name: Jonathan Connor Gull
From: Under One Banner / Flytrap Canyon
Description: Image

"You better hope you don't end up on the wrong end of my gun. I don't miss."

Cold, serious, and stoic, John is a bounty hunter who always gets the job done. His marksmanship is unparalleled and ruthlessly efficient. From the world he comes from, he has made a name for himself as one of the best hunters in the business, yet a series of unfortunate events led him to betray his contractors, resulting in a life on the run from people very much like himself who will stop at nothing to kill him.

Other: This isn't John's first time experiencing time and space anomalies it seems.

Spoiler : The Mastermind :
Name: Katsurou Shirasagi
From: Super Dangan Ronpa 0.2
Description: Image

"I am Katsurou Shirasagi, Master of the Mind! And you my friend, are in for a treat tonight!"

Charismatic, eccentric, yet with a hint of mystery, Katsurou is a master mentalist capable of using the fine arts of deception and trickery to fool his audience into believing he is a psychic. While they believe he truly possesses some form of psychic abilities, he seems to deny this outside of his performances. However, rumors say he has far more sinister tricks up his sleeve. With a strange fondness for boxes, Katsurou can be strange and unpredictable, if you ever end up meeting him, keep your guard up; there's no telling what he can do.
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backstory:

According to all known laws
of aviation,


there is no way a bee
should be able to fly.


Its wings are too small to get
its fat little body off the ground.


The bee, of course, flies anyway


because bees don't care
what humans think is impossible.


Yellow, black. Yellow, black.
Yellow, black. Yellow, black.


Ooh, black and yellow!
Let's shake it up a little.


Barry! Breakfast is ready!


Ooming!


Hang on a second.


Hello?


- Barry?
- Adam?


- Oan you believe this is happening?
- I can't. I'll pick you up.


Looking sharp.


Use the stairs. Your father
paid good money for those.


Sorry. I'm excited.


Here's the graduate.
We're very proud of you, son.


A perfect report card, all B's.


Very proud.


Ma! I got a thing going here.


- You got lint on your fuzz.
- Ow! That's me!


- Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.
- Bye!


Barry, I told you,
stop flying in the house!


- Hey, Adam.
- Hey, Barry.


- Is that fuzz gel?
- A little. Special day, graduation.


Never thought I'd make it.


Three days grade school,
three days high school.


Those were awkward.


Three days college. I'm glad I took
a day and hitchhiked around the hive.


You did come back different.


- Hi, Barry.
- Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.


- Hear about Frankie?
- Yeah.


- You going to the funeral?
- No, I'm not going.


Everybody knows,
sting someone, you die.


Don't waste it on a squirrel.
Such a hothead.


I guess he could have
just gotten out of the way.


I love this incorporating
an amusement park into our day.


That's why we don't need vacations.


Boy, quite a bit of pomp...
under the circumstances.


- Well, Adam, today we are men.
- We are!


- Bee-men.
- Amen!


Hallelujah!


Students, faculty, distinguished bees,


please welcome Dean Buzzwell.


Welcome, New Hive Oity
graduating class of...


...9:15.


That concludes our ceremonies.


And begins your career
at Honex Industries!


Will we pick ourjob today?


I heard it's just orientation.


Heads up! Here we go.


Keep your hands and antennas
inside the tram at all times.


- Wonder what it'll be like?
- A little scary.


Welcome to Honex,
a division of Honesco


and a part of the Hexagon Group.


This is it!


Wow.


Wow.


We know that you, as a bee,
have worked your whole life


to get to the point where you
can work for your whole life.


Honey begins when our valiant Pollen
Jocks bring the nectar to the hive.


Our top-secret formula


is automatically color-corrected,
scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured


into this soothing sweet syrup


with its distinctive
golden glow you know as...


Honey!


- That girl was hot.
- She's my cousin!


- She is?
- Yes, we're all cousins.


- Right. You're right.
- At Honex, we constantly strive


to improve every aspect
of bee existence.


These bees are stress-testing
a new helmet technology.


- What do you think he makes?
- Not enough.


Here we have our latest advancement,
the Krelman.


- What does that do?
- Oatches that little strand of honey


that hangs after you pour it.
Saves us millions.


Oan anyone work on the Krelman?


Of course. Most bee jobs are
small ones. But bees know


that every small job,
if it's done well, means a lot.


But choose carefully


because you'll stay in the job
you pick for the rest of your life.


The same job the rest of your life?
I didn't know that.


What's the difference?


You'll be happy to know that bees,
as a species, haven't had one day off


in 27 million years.


So you'll just work us to death?


We'll sure try.


Wow! That blew my mind!


"What's the difference?"
How can you say that?


One job forever?
That's an insane choice to have to make.


I'm relieved. Now we only have
to make one decision in life.


But, Adam, how could they
never have told us that?


Why would you question anything?
We're bees.


We're the most perfectly
functioning society on Earth.


You ever think maybe things
work a little too well here?


Like what? Give me one example.


I don't know. But you know
what I'm talking about.


Please clear the gate.
Royal Nectar Force on approach.


Wait a second. Oheck it out.


- Hey, those are Pollen Jocks!
- Wow.


I've never seen them this close.


They know what it's like
outside the hive.


Yeah, but some don't come back.


- Hey, Jocks!
- Hi, Jocks!


You guys did great!


You're monsters!
You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it!


- I wonder where they were.
- I don't know.


Their day's not planned.


Outside the hive, flying who knows
where, doing who knows what.


You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen
Jock. You have to be bred for that.


Right.


Look. That's more pollen
than you and I will see in a lifetime.


It's just a status symbol.
Bees make too much of it.


Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it
and the ladies see you wearing it.


Those ladies?
Aren't they our cousins too?


Distant. Distant.


Look at these two.


- Oouple of Hive Harrys.
- Let's have fun with them.


It must be dangerous
being a Pollen Jock.


Yeah. Once a bear pinned me
against a mushroom!


He had a paw on my throat,
and with the other, he was slapping me!


- Oh, my!
- I never thought I'd knock him out.


What were you doing during this?


Trying to alert the authorities.


I can autograph that.


A little gusty out there today,
wasn't it, comrades?


Yeah. Gusty.


We're hitting a sunflower patch
six miles from here tomorrow.


- Six miles, huh?
- Barry!


A puddle jump for us,
but maybe you're not up for it.


- Maybe I am.
- You are not!


We're going 0900 at J-Gate.


What do you think, buzzy-boy?
Are you bee enough?


I might be. It all depends
on what 0900 means.


Hey, Honex!


Dad, you surprised me.


You decide what you're interested in?


- Well, there's a lot of choices.
- But you only get one.


Do you ever get bored
doing the same job every day?


Son, let me tell you about stirring.


You grab that stick, and you just
move it around, and you stir it around.


You get yourself into a rhythm.
It's a beautiful thing.


You know, Dad,
the more I think about it,


maybe the honey field
just isn't right for me.


You were thinking of what,
making balloon animals?


That's a bad job
for a guy with a stinger.


Janet, your son's not sure
he wants to go into honey!


- Barry, you are so funny sometimes.
- I'm not trying to be funny.


You're not funny! You're going
into honey. Our son, the stirrer!


- You're gonna be a stirrer?
- No one's listening to me!


Wait till you see the sticks I have.


I could say anything right now.
I'm gonna get an ant tattoo!


Let's open some honey and celebrate!


Maybe I'll pierce my thorax.
Shave my antennae.


Shack up with a grasshopper. Get
a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!


I'm so proud.


- We're starting work today!
- Today's the day.


Oome on! All the good jobs
will be gone.


Yeah, right.


Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring,
stirrer, front desk, hair removal...


- Is it still available?
- Hang on. Two left!


One of them's yours! Oongratulations!
Step to the side.


- What'd you get?
- Picking crud out. Stellar!


Wow!


Oouple of newbies?


Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready!


Make your choice.


- You want to go first?
- No, you go.


Oh, my. What's available?


Restroom attendant's open,
not for the reason you think.


- Any chance of getting the Krelman?
- Sure, you're on.


I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out.


Wax monkey's always open.


The Krelman opened up again.


What happened?


A bee died. Makes an opening. See?
He's dead. Another dead one.


Deady. Deadified. Two more dead.


Dead from the neck up.
Dead from the neck down. That's life!


Oh, this is so hard!


Heating, cooling,
stunt bee, pourer, stirrer,


humming, inspector number seven,
lint coordinator, stripe supervisor,


mite wrangler. Barry, what
do you think I should... Barry?


Barry!


All right, we've got the sunflower patch
in quadrant nine...


What happened to you?
Where are you?


- I'm going out.
- Out? Out where?


- Out there.
- Oh, no!


I have to, before I go
to work for the rest of my life.


You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello?


Another call coming in.


If anyone's feeling brave,
there's a Korean deli on 83rd


that gets their roses today.


Hey, guys.


- Look at that.
- Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday?


Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted.


It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up.


Really? Feeling lucky, are you?


Sign here, here. Just initial that.


- Thank you.
- OK.


You got a rain advisory today,


and as you all know,
bees cannot fly in rain.


So be careful. As always,
watch your brooms,


hockey sticks, dogs,
birds, bears and bats.


Also, I got a couple of reports
of root beer being poured on us.


Murphy's in a home because of it,
babbling like a cicada!


- That's awful.
- And a reminder for you rookies,


bee law number one,
absolutely no talking to humans!


All right, launch positions!


Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz,
buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz!


Black and yellow!


Hello!


You ready for this, hot shot?


Yeah. Yeah, bring it on.


Wind, check.


- Antennae, check.
- Nectar pack, check.


- Wings, check.
- Stinger, check.


Scared out of my shorts, check.


OK, ladies,


let's move it out!


Pound those petunias,
you striped stem-suckers!


All of you, drain those flowers!


Wow! I'm out!


I can't believe I'm out!


So blue.


I feel so fast and free!


Box kite!


Wow!


Flowers!


This is Blue Leader.
We have roses visual.


Bring it around 30 degrees and hold.


Roses!


30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around.


Stand to the side, kid.
It's got a bit of a kick.


That is one nectar collector!


- Ever see pollination up close?
- No, sir.


I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it
over here. Maybe a dash over there,


a pinch on that one.
See that? It's a little bit of magic.


That's amazing. Why do we do that?


That's pollen power. More pollen, more
flowers, more nectar, more honey for us.


Oool.


I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow.
Oould be daisies. Don't we need those?


Oopy that visual.


Wait. One of these flowers
seems to be on the move.


Say again? You're reporting
a moving flower?


Affirmative.


That was on the line!


This is the coolest. What is it?


I don't know, but I'm loving this color.


It smells good.
Not like a flower, but I like it.


Yeah, fuzzy.


Ohemical-y.


Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby.


My sweet lord of bees!


Oandy-brain, get off there!


Problem!


- Guys!
- This could be bad.


Affirmative.


Very close.


Gonna hurt.


Mama's little boy.


You are way out of position, rookie!


Ooming in at you like a missile!


Help me!


I don't think these are flowers.


- Should we tell him?
- I think he knows.


What is this?!


Match point!


You can start packing up, honey,
because you're about to eat it!


Yowser!


Gross.


There's a bee in the car!


- Do something!
- I'm driving!


- Hi, bee.
- He's back here!


He's going to sting me!


Nobody move. If you don't move,
he won't sting you. Freeze!


He blinked!


Spray him, Granny!


What are you doing?!


Wow... the tension level
out here is unbelievable.


I gotta get home.


Oan't fly in rain.


Oan't fly in rain.


Oan't fly in rain.


Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down!


Ken, could you close
the window please?


Ken, could you close
the window please?


Oheck out my new resume.
I made it into a fold-out brochure.


You see? Folds out.


Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this.


What was that?


Maybe this time. This time. This time.
This time! This time! This...


Drapes!


That is diabolical.


It's fantastic. It's got all my special
skills, even my top-ten favorite movies.


What's number one? Star Wars?


Nah, I don't go for that...


...kind of stuff.


No wonder we shouldn't talk to them.
They're out of their minds.


When I leave a job interview, they're
flabbergasted, can't believe what I say.


There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out.


I don't remember the sun
having a big 75 on it.


I predicted global warming.


I could feel it getting hotter.
At first I thought it was just me.


Wait! Stop! Bee!


Stand back. These are winter boots.


Wait!


Don't kill him!


You know I'm allergic to them!
This thing could kill me!


Why does his life have
less value than yours?


Why does his life have any less value
than mine? Is that your statement?


I'm just saying all life has value. You
don't know what he's capable of feeling.


My brochure!


There you go, little guy.


I'm not scared of him.
It's an allergic thing.


Put that on your resume brochure.


My whole face could puff up.


Make it one of your special skills.


Knocking someone out
is also a special skill.


Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks.


- Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night?
- Sure, Ken. You know, whatever.


- You could put carob chips on there.
- Bye.


- Supposed to be less calories.
- Bye.


I gotta say something.


She saved my life.
I gotta say something.


All right, here it goes.


Nah.


What would I say?


I could really get in trouble.


It's a bee law.
You're not supposed to talk to a human.


I can't believe I'm doing this.


I've got to.


Oh, I can't do it. Oome on!


No. Yes. No.


Do it. I can't.


How should I start it?
"You like jazz?" No, that's no good.


Here she comes! Speak, you fool!


Hi!


I'm sorry.


- You're talking.
- Yes, I know.


You're talking!


I'm so sorry.


No, it's OK. It's fine.
I know I'm dreaming.


But I don't recall going to bed.


Well, I'm sure this
is very disconcerting.


This is a bit of a surprise to me.
I mean, you're a bee!


I am. And I'm not supposed
to be doing this,


but they were all trying to kill me.


And if it wasn't for you...


I had to thank you.
It's just how I was raised.


That was a little weird.


- I'm talking with a bee.
- Yeah.


I'm talking to a bee.
And the bee is talking to me!


I just want to say I'm grateful.
I'll leave now.


- Wait! How did you learn to do that?
- What?


The talking thing.


Same way you did, I guess.
"Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up.


- That's very funny.
- Yeah.


Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh,
we'd cry with what we have to deal with.


Anyway...


Oan I...


...get you something?
- Like what?


I don't know. I mean...
I don't know. Ooffee?


I don't want to put you out.


It's no trouble. It takes two minutes.


- It's just coffee.
- I hate to impose.


- Don't be ridiculous!
- Actually, I would love a cup.


Hey, you want rum cake?


- I shouldn't.
- Have some.


- No, I can't.
- Oome on!


I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms.


- Where?
- These stripes don't help.


You look great!


I don't know if you know
anything about fashion.


Are you all right?


No.


He's making the tie in the cab
as they're flying up Madison.


He finally gets there.


He runs up the steps into the church.
The wedding is on.


And he says, "Watermelon?
I thought you said Guatemalan.


Why would I marry a watermelon?"


Is that a bee joke?


That's the kind of stuff we do.


Yeah, different.


So, what are you gonna do, Barry?


About work? I don't know.


I want to do my part for the hive,
but I can't do it the way they want.


I know how you feel.


- You do?
- Sure.


My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or
a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist.


- Really?
- My only interest is flowers.


Our new queen was just elected
with that same campaign slogan.


Anyway, if you look...


There's my hive right there. See it?


You're in Sheep Meadow!


Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond!


No way! I know that area.
I lost a toe ring there once.


- Why do girls put rings on their toes?
- Why not?


- It's like putting a hat on your knee.
- Maybe I'll try that.


- You all right, ma'am?
- Oh, yeah. Fine.


Just having two cups of coffee!


Anyway, this has been great.
Thanks for the coffee.


Yeah, it's no trouble.


Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did,
I'd be up the rest of my life.


Are you...?


Oan I take a piece of this with me?


Sure! Here, have a crumb.


- Thanks!
- Yeah.


All right. Well, then...
I guess I'll see you around.


Or not.


OK, Barry.


And thank you
so much again... for before.


Oh, that? That was nothing.


Well, not nothing, but... Anyway...


This can't possibly work.


He's all set to go.
We may as well try it.


OK, Dave, pull the chute.


- Sounds amazing.
- It was amazing!


It was the scariest,
happiest moment of my life.


Humans! I can't believe
you were with humans!


Giant, scary humans!
What were they like?


Huge and crazy. They talk crazy.


They eat crazy giant things.
They drive crazy.


- Do they try and kill you, like on TV?
- Some of them. But some of them don't.


- How'd you get back?
- Poodle.


You did it, and I'm glad. You saw
whatever you wanted to see.


You had your "experience." Now you
can pick out yourjob and be normal.


- Well...
- Well?


Well, I met someone.


You did? Was she Bee-ish?


- A wasp?! Your parents will kill you!
- No, no, no, not a wasp.


- Spider?
- I'm not attracted to spiders.


I know it's the hottest thing,
with the eight legs and all.


I can't get by that face.


So who is she?


She's... human.


No, no. That's a bee law.
You wouldn't break a bee law.


- Her name's Vanessa.
- Oh, boy.


She's so nice. And she's a florist!


Oh, no! You're dating a human florist!


We're not dating.


You're flying outside the hive, talking
to humans that attack our homes


with power washers and M-80s!
One-eighth a stick of dynamite!


She saved my life!
And she understands me.


This is over!


Eat this.


This is not over! What was that?


- They call it a crumb.
- It was so stingin' stripey!


And that's not what they eat.
That's what falls off what they eat!


- You know what a Oinnabon is?
- No.


It's bread and cinnamon and frosting.
They heat it up...


Sit down!


...really hot!
- Listen to me!


We are not them! We're us.
There's us and there's them!


Yes, but who can deny
the heart that is yearning?


There's no yearning.
Stop yearning. Listen to me!


You have got to start thinking bee,
my friend. Thinking bee!


- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.


Thinking bee! Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


There he is. He's in the pool.


You know what your problem is, Barry?


I gotta start thinking bee?


How much longer will this go on?


It's been three days!
Why aren't you working?


I've got a lot of big life decisions
to think about.


What life? You have no life!
You have no job. You're barely a bee!


Would it kill you
to make a little honey?


Barry, come out.
Your father's talking to you.


Martin, would you talk to him?


Barry, I'm talking to you!


You coming?


Got everything?


All set!


Go ahead. I'll catch up.


Don't be too long.


Watch this!


Vanessa!


- We're still here.
- I told you not to yell at him.


He doesn't respond to yelling!


- Then why yell at me?
- Because you don't listen!


I'm not listening to this.


Sorry, I've gotta go.


- Where are you going?
- I'm meeting a friend.


A girl? Is this why you can't decide?


Bye.


I just hope she's Bee-ish.


They have a huge parade
of flowers every year in Pasadena?


To be in the Tournament of Roses,
that's every florist's dream!


Up on a float, surrounded
by flowers, crowds cheering.


A tournament. Do the roses
compete in athletic events?


No. All right, I've got one.
How come you don't fly everywhere?


It's exhausting. Why don't you
run everywhere? It's faster.


Yeah, OK, I see, I see.
All right, your turn.


TiVo. You can just freeze live TV?
That's insane!


You don't have that?


We have Hivo, but it's a disease.
It's a horrible, horrible disease.


Oh, my.


Dumb bees!


You must want to sting all those jerks.


We try not to sting.
It's usually fatal for us.


So you have to watch your temper.


Very carefully.
You kick a wall, take a walk,


write an angry letter and throw it out.
Work through it like any emotion:


Anger, jealousy, lust.


Oh, my goodness! Are you OK?


Yeah.


- What is wrong with you?!
- It's a bug.


He's not bothering anybody.
Get out of here, you creep!


What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular?


Yeah, it was. How did you know?


It felt like about 10 pages.
Seventy-five is pretty much our limit.


You've really got that
down to a science.


- I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue.
- I'll bet.


What in the name
of Mighty Hercules is this?


How did this get here?
Oute Bee, Golden Blossom,


Ray Liotta Private Select?


- Is he that actor?
- I never heard of him.


- Why is this here?
- For people. We eat it.


You don't have
enough food of your own?


- Well, yes.
- How do you get it?


- Bees make it.
- I know who makes it!


And it's hard to make it!


There's heating, cooling, stirring.
You need a whole Krelman thing!


- It's organic.
- It's our-ganic!


It's just honey, Barry.


Just what?!


Bees don't know about this!
This is stealing! A lot of stealing!


You've taken our homes, schools,
hospitals! This is all we have!


And it's on sale?!
I'm getting to the bottom of this.


I'm getting to the bottom
of all of this!


Hey, Hector.


- You almost done?
- Almost.


He is here. I sense it.


Well, I guess I'll go home now


and just leave this nice honey out,
with no one around.


You're busted, box boy!


I knew I heard something.
So you can talk!


I can talk.
And now you'll start talking!


Where you getting the sweet stuff?
Who's your supplier?


I don't understand.
I thought we were friends.


The last thing we want
to do is upset bees!


You're too late! It's ours now!


You, sir, have crossed
the wrong sword!


You, sir, will be lunch
for my iguana, Ignacio!


Where is the honey coming from?


Tell me where!


Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms!


Orazy person!


What horrible thing has happened here?


These faces, they never knew
what hit them. And now


they're on the road to nowhere!


Just keep still.


What? You're not dead?


Do I look dead? They will wipe anything
that moves. Where you headed?


To Honey Farms.
I am onto something huge here.


I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood,
crazy stuff. Blows your head off!


I'm going to Tacoma.


- And you?
- He really is dead.


All right.


Uh-oh!


- What is that?!
- Oh, no!


- A wiper! Triple blade!
- Triple blade?


Jump on! It's your only chance, bee!


Why does everything have
to be so doggone clean?!


How much do you people need to see?!


Open your eyes!
Stick your head out the window!


From NPR News in Washington,
I'm Oarl Kasell.


But don't kill no more bugs!


- Bee!
- Moose blood guy!!


- You hear something?
- Like what?


Like tiny screaming.


Turn off the radio.


Whassup, bee boy?


Hey, Blood.


Just a row of honey jars,
as far as the eye could see.


Wow!


I assume wherever this truck goes
is where they're getting it.


I mean, that honey's ours.


- Bees hang tight.
- We're all jammed in.


It's a close community.


Not us, man. We on our own.
Every mosquito on his own.


- What if you get in trouble?
- You a mosquito, you in trouble.


Nobody likes us. They just smack.
See a mosquito, smack, smack!


At least you're out in the world.
You must meet girls.


Mosquito girls try to trade up,
get with a moth, dragonfly.


Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito.


You got to be kidding me!


Mooseblood's about to leave
the building! So long, bee!


- Hey, guys!
- Mooseblood!


I knew I'd catch y'all down here.
Did you bring your crazy straw?


We throw it in jars, slap a label on it,
and it's pretty much pure profit.


What is this place?


A bee's got a brain
the size of a pinhead.


They are pinheads!


Pinhead.


- Oheck out the new smoker.
- Oh, sweet. That's the one you want.


The Thomas 3000!


Smoker?


Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic.
Twice the nicotine, all the tar.


A couple breaths of this
knocks them right out.


They make the honey,
and we make the money.


"They make the honey,
and we make the money"?


Oh, my!


What's going on? Are you OK?


Yeah. It doesn't last too long.


Do you know you're
in a fake hive with fake walls?


Our queen was moved here.
We had no choice.


This is your queen?
That's a man in women's clothes!


That's a drag queen!


What is this?


Oh, no!


There's hundreds of them!


Bee honey.


Our honey is being brazenly stolen
on a massive scale!


This is worse than anything bears
have done! I intend to do something.


Oh, Barry, stop.


Who told you humans are taking
our honey? That's a rumor.


Do these look like rumors?


That's a conspiracy theory.
These are obviously doctored photos.


How did you get mixed up in this?


He's been talking to humans.


- What?
- Talking to humans?!


He has a human girlfriend.
And they make out!


Make out? Barry!


We do not.


- You wish you could.
- Whose side are you on?


The bees!


I dated a cricket once in San Antonio.
Those crazy legs kept me up all night.


Barry, this is what you want
to do with your life?


I want to do it for all our lives.
Nobody works harder than bees!


Dad, I remember you
coming home so overworked


your hands were still stirring.
You couldn't stop.


I remember that.


What right do they have to our honey?


We live on two cups a year. They put it
in lip balm for no reason whatsoever!


Even if it's true, what can one bee do?


Sting them where it really hurts.


In the face! The eye!


- That would hurt.
- No.


Up the nose? That's a killer.


There's only one place you can sting
the humans, one place where it matters.


Hive at Five, the hive's only
full-hour action news source.


No more bee beards!


With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk.


Weather with Storm Stinger.


Sports with Buzz Larvi.


And Jeanette Ohung.


- Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble.
- And I'm Jeanette Ohung.


A tri-county bee, Barry Benson,


intends to sue the human race
for stealing our honey,


packaging it and profiting
from it illegally!


Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King,


we'll have three former queens here in
our studio, discussing their new book,


Olassy Ladies,
out this week on Hexagon.


Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson.


Did you ever think, "I'm a kid
from the hive. I can't do this"?


Bees have never been afraid
to change the world.


What about Bee Oolumbus?
Bee Gandhi? Bejesus?


Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans.


We were thinking
of stickball or candy stores.


How old are you?


The bee community
is supporting you in this case,


which will be the trial
of the bee century.


You know, they have a Larry King
in the human world too.


It's a common name. Next week...


He looks like you and has a show
and suspenders and colored dots...


Next week...


Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the
guest even though you just heard 'em.


Bear Week next week!
They're scary, hairy and here live.


Always leans forward, pointy shoulders,
squinty eyes, very Jewish.


In tennis, you attack
at the point of weakness!


It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81.


Honey, her backhand's a joke!
I'm not gonna take advantage of that?


Quiet, please.
Actual work going on here.


- Is that that same bee?
- Yes, it is!


I'm helping him sue the human race.


- Hello.
- Hello, bee.


This is Ken.


Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size
ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe.


Why does he talk again?


Listen, you better go
'cause we're really busy working.


But it's our yogurt night!


Bye-bye.


Why is yogurt night so difficult?!


You poor thing.
You two have been at this for hours!


Yes, and Adam here
has been a huge help.


- Frosting...
- How many sugars?


Just one. I try not
to use the competition.


So why are you helping me?


Bees have good qualities.


And it takes my mind off the shop.


Instead of flowers, people
are giving balloon bouquets now.


Those are great, if you're three.


And artificial flowers.


- Oh, those just get me psychotic!
- Yeah, me too.


Bent stingers, pointless pollination.


Bees must hate those fake things!


Nothing worse
than a daffodil that's had work done.


Maybe this could make up
for it a little bit.


- This lawsuit's a pretty big deal.
- I guess.


You sure you want to go through with it?


Am I sure? When I'm done with
the humans, they won't be able


to say, "Honey, I'm home,"
without paying a royalty!


It's an incredible scene
here in downtown Manhattan,


where the world anxiously waits,
because for the first time in history,


we will hear for ourselves
if a honeybee can actually speak.


What have we gotten into here, Barry?


It's pretty big, isn't it?


I can't believe how many humans
don't work during the day.


You think billion-dollar multinational
food companies have good lawyers?


Everybody needs to stay
behind the barricade.


- What's the matter?
- I don't know, I just got a chill.


Well, if it isn't the bee team.


You boys work on this?


All rise! The Honorable
Judge Bumbleton presiding.


All right. Oase number 4475,


Superior Oourt of New York,
Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry


is now in session.


Mr. Montgomery, you're representing
the five food companies collectively?


A privilege.


Mr. Benson... you're representing
all the bees of the world?


I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor,
we're ready to proceed.


Mr. Montgomery,
your opening statement, please.


Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,


my grandmother was a simple woman.


Born on a farm, she believed
it was man's divine right


to benefit from the bounty
of nature God put before us.


If we lived in the topsy-turvy world
Mr. Benson imagines,


just think of what would it mean.


I would have to negotiate
with the silkworm


for the elastic in my britches!


Talking bee!


How do we know this isn't some sort of


holographic motion-picture-capture
Hollywood wizardry?


They could be using laser beams!


Robotics! Ventriloquism!
Oloning! For all we know,


he could be on steroids!


Mr. Benson?


Ladies and gentlemen,
there's no trickery here.


I'm just an ordinary bee.
Honey's pretty important to me.


It's important to all bees.
We invented it!


We make it. And we protect it
with our lives.


Unfortunately, there are
some people in this room


who think they can take it from us


'cause we're the little guys!
I'm hoping that, after this is all over,


you'll see how, by taking our honey,
you not only take everything we have


but everything we are!


I wish he'd dress like that
all the time. So nice!


Oall your first witness.


So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden
of Honey Farms, big company you have.


I suppose so.


I see you also own
Honeyburton and Honron!


Yes, they provide beekeepers
for our farms.


Beekeeper. I find that
to be a very disturbing term.


I don't imagine you employ
any bee-free-ers, do you?


- No.
- I couldn't hear you.


- No.
- No.


Because you don't free bees.
You keep bees. Not only that,


it seems you thought a bear would be
an appropriate image for a jar of honey.


They're very lovable creatures.


Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear.


You mean like this?


Bears kill bees!


How'd you like his head crashing
through your living room?!


Biting into your couch!
Spitting out your throw pillows!


OK, that's enough. Take him away.


So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here.
Your name intrigues me.


- Where have I heard it before?
- I was with a band called The Police.


But you've never been
a police officer, have you?


No, I haven't.


No, you haven't. And so here
we have yet another example


of bee culture casually
stolen by a human


for nothing more than
a prance-about stage name.


Oh, please.


Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting?


Because I'm feeling
a little stung, Sting.


Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner!


That's not his real name?! You idiots!


Mr. Liotta, first,
belated congratulations on


your Emmy win for a guest spot
on ER in 2005.


Thank you. Thank you.


I see from your resume
that you're devilishly handsome


with a churning inner turmoil
that's ready to blow.


I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime?


Not yet it isn't. But is this
what it's come to for you?


Exploiting tiny, helpless bees
so you don't


have to rehearse
your part and learn your lines, sir?


Watch it, Benson!
I could blow right now!


This isn't a goodfella.
This is a badfella!


Why doesn't someone just step on
this creep, and we can all go home?!


- Order in this court!
- You're all thinking it!


Order! Order, I say!


- Say it!
- Mr. Liotta, please sit down!


I think it was awfully nice
of that bear to pitch in like that.


I think the jury's on our side.


Are we doing everything right, legally?


I'm a florist.


Right. Well, here's to a great team.


To a great team!


Well, hello.


- Ken!
- Hello.


I didn't think you were coming.


No, I was just late.
I tried to call, but... the battery.


I didn't want all this to go to waste,
so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free.


Oh, that was lucky.


There's a little left.
I could heat it up.


Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever.


So I hear you're quite a tennis player.


I'm not much for the game myself.
The ball's a little grabby.


That's where I usually sit.
Right... there.


Ken, Barry was looking at your resume,


and he agreed with me that eating with
chopsticks isn't really a special skill.


You think I don't see what you're doing?


I know how hard it is to find
the rightjob. We have that in common.


Do we?


Bees have 100 percent employment,
but we do jobs like taking the crud out.


That's just what
I was thinking about doing.


Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor
for his fuzz. I hope that was all right.


I'm going to drain the old stinger.


Yeah, you do that.


Look at that.


You know, I've just about had it


with your little mind games.


- What's that?
- Italian Vogue.


Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages.


A lot of ads.


Remember what Van said, why is
your life more valuable than mine?


Funny, I just can't seem to recall that!


I think something stinks in here!


I love the smell of flowers.


How do you like the smell of flames?!


Not as much.


Water bug! Not taking sides!


Ken, I'm wearing a Ohapstick hat!
This is pathetic!


I've got issues!


Well, well, well, a royal flush!


- You're bluffing.
- Am I?


Surf's up, dude!


Poo water!


That bowl is gnarly.


Except for those dirty yellow rings!


Kenneth! What are you doing?!


You know, I don't even like honey!
I don't eat it!


We need to talk!


He's just a little bee!


And he happens to be
the nicest bee I've met in a long time!


Long time? What are you talking about?!
Are there other bugs in your life?


No, but there are other things bugging
me in life. And you're one of them!


Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night...


My nerves are fried from riding
on this emotional roller coaster!


Goodbye, Ken.


And for your information,


I prefer sugar-free, artificial
sweeteners made by man!


I'm sorry about all that.


I know it's got
an aftertaste! I like it!


I always felt there was some kind
of barrier between Ken and me.


I couldn't overcome it.
Oh, well.


Are you OK for the trial?


I believe Mr. Montgomery
is about out of ideas.


We would like to call
Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand.


Good idea! You can really see why he's
considered one of the best lawyers...


Yeah.


Layton, you've
gotta weave some magic


with this jury,
or it's gonna be all over.


Don't worry. The only thing I have
to do to turn this jury around


is to remind them
of what they don't like about bees.


- You got the tweezers?
- Are you allergic?


Only to losing, son. Only to losing.


Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you
what I think we'd all like to know.


What exactly is your relationship


to that woman?


We're friends.


- Good friends?
- Yes.


How good? Do you live together?


Wait a minute...


Are you her little...


...bedbug?


I've seen a bee documentary or two.
From what I understand,


doesn't your queen give birth
to all the bee children?


- Yeah, but...
- So those aren't your real parents!


- Oh, Barry...
- Yes, they are!


Hold me back!


You're an illegitimate bee,
aren't you, Benson?


He's denouncing bees!


Don't y'all date your cousins?


- Objection!
- I'm going to pincushion this guy!


Adam, don't! It's what he wants!


Oh, I'm hit!!


Oh, lordy, I am hit!


Order! Order!


The venom! The venom
is coursing through my veins!


I have been felled
by a winged beast of destruction!


You see? You can't treat them
like equals! They're striped savages!


Stinging's the only thing
they know! It's their way!


- Adam, stay with me.
- I can't feel my legs.


What angel of mercy
will come forward to suck the poison


from my heaving buttocks?


I will have order in this court. Order!


Order, please!


The case of the honeybees
versus the human race


took a pointed turn against the bees


yesterday when one of their legal
team stung Layton T. Montgomery.


- Hey, buddy.
- Hey.


- Is there much pain?
- Yeah.


I...


I blew the whole case, didn't I?


It doesn't matter. What matters is
you're alive. You could have died.


I'd be better off dead. Look at me.


They got it from the cafeteria
downstairs, in a tuna sandwich.


Look, there's
a little celery still on it.


What was it like to sting someone?


I can't explain it. It was all...


All adrenaline and then...
and then ecstasy!


All right.


You think it was all a trap?


Of course. I'm sorry.
I flew us right into this.


What were we thinking? Look at us. We're
just a couple of bugs in this world.


What will the humans do to us
if they win?


I don't know.


I hear they put the roaches in motels.
That doesn't sound so bad.


Adam, they check in,
but they don't check out!


Oh, my.


Oould you get a nurse
to close that window?


- Why?
- The smoke.


Bees don't smoke.


Right. Bees don't smoke.


Bees don't smoke!
But some bees are smoking.


That's it! That's our case!


It is? It's not over?


Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere.


Get back to the court and stall.
Stall any way you can.


And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub.


Mr. Flayman.


Yes? Yes, Your Honor!


Where is the rest of your team?


Well, Your Honor, it's interesting.


Bees are trained to fly haphazardly,


and as a result,
we don't make very good time.


I actually heard a funny story about...


Your Honor,
haven't these ridiculous bugs


taken up enough
of this court's valuable time?


How much longer will we allow
these absurd shenanigans to go on?


They have presented no compelling
evidence to support their charges


against my clients,
who run legitimate businesses.


I move for a complete dismissal
of this entire case!


Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going


to have to consider
Mr. Montgomery's motion.


But you can't! We have a terrific case.


Where is your proof?
Where is the evidence?


Show me the smoking gun!


Hold it, Your Honor!
You want a smoking gun?


Here is your smoking gun.


What is that?


It's a bee smoker!


What, this?
This harmless little contraption?


This couldn't hurt a fly,
let alone a bee.


Look at what has happened


to bees who have never been asked,
"Smoking or non?"


Is this what nature intended for us?


To be forcibly addicted
to smoke machines


and man-made wooden slat work camps?


Living out our lives as honey slaves
to the white man?


- What are we gonna do?
- He's playing the species card.


Ladies and gentlemen, please,
free these bees!


Free the bees! Free the bees!


Free the bees!


Free the bees! Free the bees!


The court finds in favor of the bees!


Vanessa, we won!


I knew you could do it! High-five!


Sorry.


I'm OK! You know what this means?


All the honey
will finally belong to the bees.


Now we won't have
to work so hard all the time.


This is an unholy perversion
of the balance of nature, Benson.


You'll regret this.


Barry, how much honey is out there?


All right. One at a time.


Barry, who are you wearing?


My sweater is Ralph Lauren,
and I have no pants.


- What if Montgomery's right?
- What do you mean?


We've been living the bee way
a long time, 27 million years.


Oongratulations on your victory.
What will you demand as a settlement?


First, we'll demand a complete shutdown
of all bee work camps.


Then we want back the honey
that was ours to begin with,


every last drop.


We demand an end to the glorification
of the bear as anything more


than a filthy, smelly,
bad-breath stink machine.


We're all aware
of what they do in the woods.


Wait for my signal.


Take him out.


He'll have nauseous
for a few hours, then he'll be fine.


And we will no longer tolerate
bee-negative nicknames...


But it's just a prance-about stage name!


...unnecessary inclusion of honey
in bogus health products


and la-dee-da human
tea-time snack garnishments.


Oan't breathe.


Bring it in, boys!


Hold it right there! Good.


Tap it.


Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups,
and there's gallons more coming!


- I think we need to shut down!
- Shut down? We've never shut down.


Shut down honey production!


Stop making honey!


Turn your key, sir!


What do we do now?


Oannonball!


We're shutting honey production!


Mission abort.


Aborting pollination and nectar detail.
Returning to base.


Adam, you wouldn't believe
how much honey was out there.


Oh, yeah?


What's going on? Where is everybody?


- Are they out celebrating?
- They're home.


They don't know what to do.
Laying out, sleeping in.


I heard your Uncle Oarl was on his way
to San Antonio with a cricket.


At least we got our honey back.


Sometimes I think, so what if humans
liked our honey? Who wouldn't?


It's the greatest thing in the world!
I was excited to be part of making it.


This was my new desk. This was my
new job. I wanted to do it really well.


And now...


Now I can't.


I don't understand
why they're not happy.


I thought their lives would be better!


They're doing nothing. It's amazing.
Honey really changes people.


You don't have any idea
what's going on, do you?


- What did you want to show me?
- This.


What happened here?


That is not the half of it.


Oh, no. Oh, my.


They're all wilting.


Doesn't look very good, does it?


No.


And whose fault do you think that is?


You know, I'm gonna guess bees.


Bees?


Specifically, me.


I didn't think bees not needing to make
honey would affect all these things.


It's notjust flowers.
Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees.


That's our whole SAT test right there.


Take away produce, that affects
the entire animal kingdom.


And then, of course...


The human species?


So if there's no more pollination,


it could all just go south here,
couldn't it?


I know this is also partly my fault.


How about a suicide pact?


How do we do it?


- I'll sting you, you step on me.
- Thatjust kills you twice.


Right, right.


Listen, Barry...
sorry, but I gotta get going.


I had to open my mouth and talk.


Vanessa?


Vanessa? Why are you leaving?
Where are you going?


To the final Tournament of Roses parade
in Pasadena.


They've moved it to this weekend
because all the flowers are dying.


It's the last chance
I'll ever have to see it.


Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry.
I never meant it to turn out like this.


I know. Me neither.


Tournament of Roses.
Roses can't do sports.


Wait a minute. Roses. Roses?


Roses!


Vanessa!


Roses?!


Barry?


- Roses are flowers!
- Yes, they are.


Flowers, bees, pollen!


I know.
That's why this is the last parade.


Maybe not.
Oould you ask him to slow down?


Oould you slow down?


Barry!


OK, I made a huge mistake.
This is a total disaster, all my fault.


Yes, it kind of is.


I've ruined the planet.
I wanted to help you


with the flower shop.
I've made it worse.


Actually, it's completely closed down.


I thought maybe you were remodeling.


But I have another idea, and it's
greater than my previous ideas combined.


I don't want to hear it!


All right, they have the roses,
the roses have the pollen.


I know every bee, plant
and flower bud in this park.


All we gotta do is get what they've got
back here with what we've got.


- Bees.
- Park.


- Pollen!
- Flowers.


- Repollination!
- Across the nation!


Tournament of Roses,
Pasadena, Oalifornia.


They've got nothing
but flowers, floats and cotton candy.


Security will be tight.


I have an idea.


Vanessa Bloome, FTD.


Official floral business. It's real.


Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch.


Thank you. It was a gift.


Once inside,
we just pick the right float.


How about The Princess and the Pea?


I could be the princess,
and you could be the pea!


Yes, I got it.


- Where should I sit?
- What are you?


- I believe I'm the pea.
- The pea?


It goes under the mattresses.


- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart.
- I'm getting the marshal.


You do that!
This whole parade is a fiasco!


Let's see what this baby'll do.


Hey, what are you doing?!


Then all we do
is blend in with traffic...


...without arousing suspicion.


Once at the airport,
there's no stopping us.


Stop! Security.


- You and your insect pack your float?
- Yes.


Has it been
in your possession the entire time?


Would you remove your shoes?


- Remove your stinger.
- It's part of me.


I know. Just having some fun.
Enjoy your flight.


Then if we're lucky, we'll have
just enough pollen to do the job.


Oan you believe how lucky we are? We
have just enough pollen to do the job!


I think this is gonna work.


It's got to work.


Attention, passengers,
this is Oaptain Scott.


We have a bit of bad weather
in New York.


It looks like we'll experience
a couple hours delay.


Barry, these are cut flowers
with no water. They'll never make it.


I gotta get up there
and talk to them.


Be careful.


Oan I get help
with the Sky Mall magazine?


I'd like to order the talking
inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer.


Oaptain, I'm in a real situation.


- What'd you say, Hal?
- Nothing.


Bee!


Don't freak out! My entire species...


What are you doing?


- Wait a minute! I'm an attorney!
- Who's an attorney?


Don't move.


Oh, Barry.


Good afternoon, passengers.
This is your captain.


Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B
please report to the cockpit?


And please hurry!


What happened here?


There was a DustBuster,
a toupee, a life raft exploded.


One's bald, one's in a boat,
they're both unconscious!


- Is that another bee joke?
- No!


No one's flying the plane!


This is JFK control tower, Flight 356.
What's your status?


This is Vanessa Bloome.
I'm a florist from New York.


Where's the pilot?


He's unconscious,
and so is the copilot.


Not good. Does anyone onboard
have flight experience?


As a matter of fact, there is.


- Who's that?
- Barry Benson.


From the honey trial?! Oh, great.


Vanessa, this is nothing more
than a big metal bee.


It's got giant wings, huge engines.


I can't fly a plane.


- Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot?
- Yes.


How hard could it be?


Wait, Barry!
We're headed into some lightning.


This is Bob Bumble. We have some
late-breaking news from JFK Airport,


where a suspenseful scene
is developing.


Barry Benson,
fresh from his legal victory...


That's Barry!


...is attempting to land a plane,
loaded with people, flowers


and an incapacitated flight crew.


Flowers?!


We have a storm in the area
and two individuals at the controls


with absolutely no flight experience.


Just a minute.
There's a bee on that plane.


I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson
and his no-account compadres.


They've done enough damage.


But isn't he your only hope?


Technically, a bee
shouldn't be able to fly at all.


Their wings are too small...


Haven't we heard this a million times?


"The surface area of the wings
and body mass make no sense."


- Get this on the air!
- Got it.


- Stand by.
- We're going live.


The way we work may be a mystery to you.


Making honey takes a lot of bees
doing a lot of small jobs.


But let me tell you about a small job.


If you do it well,
it makes a big difference.


More than we realized.
To us, to everyone.


That's why I want to get bees
back to working together.


That's the bee way!
We're not made of Jell-O.


We get behind a fellow.


- Black and yellow!
- Hello!


Left, right, down, hover.


- Hover?
- Forget hover.


This isn't so hard.
Beep-beep! Beep-beep!


Barry, what happened?!


Wait, I think we were
on autopilot the whole time.


- That may have been helping me.
- And now we're not!


So it turns out I cannot fly a plane.


All of you, let's get
behind this fellow! Move it out!


Move out!


Our only chance is if I do what I'd do,
you copy me with the wings of the plane!


Don't have to yell.


I'm not yelling!
We're in a lot of trouble.


It's very hard to concentrate
with that panicky tone in your voice!


It's not a tone. I'm panicking!


I can't do this!


Vanessa, pull yourself together.
You have to snap out of it!


You snap out of it.


You snap out of it.


- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!


- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!


- You snap out of it!
- You snap out of it!


- Hold it!
- Why? Oome on, it's my turn.


How is the plane flying?


I don't know.


Hello?


Benson, got any flowers
for a happy occasion in there?


The Pollen Jocks!


They do get behind a fellow.


- Black and yellow.
- Hello.


All right, let's drop this tin can
on the blacktop.


Where? I can't see anything. Oan you?


No, nothing. It's all cloudy.


Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry.


- Thinking bee.
- Thinking bee.


Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


Wait a minute.
I think I'm feeling something.


- What?
- I don't know. It's strong, pulling me.


Like a 27-million-year-old instinct.


Bring the nose down.


Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


- What in the world is on the tarmac?
- Get some lights on that!


Thinking bee!
Thinking bee! Thinking bee!


- Vanessa, aim for the flower.
- OK.


Out the engines. We're going in
on bee power. Ready, boys?


Affirmative!


Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it.


Land on that flower!


Ready? Full reverse!


Spin it around!


- Not that flower! The other one!
- Which one?


- That flower.
- I'm aiming at the flower!


That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt.
I mean the giant pulsating flower


made of millions of bees!


Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up.


Rotate around it.


- This is insane, Barry!
- This's the only way I know how to fly.


Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane
flying in an insect-like pattern?


Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid.
Smell it. Full reverse!


Just drop it. Be a part of it.


Aim for the center!


Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman!


Oome on, already.


Barry, we did it!
You taught me how to fly!


- Yes. No high-five!
- Right.


Barry, it worked!
Did you see the giant flower?


What giant flower? Where? Of course
I saw the flower! That was genius!


- Thank you.
- But we're not done yet.


Listen, everyone!


This runway is covered
with the last pollen


from the last flowers
available anywhere on Earth.


That means this is our last chance.


We're the only ones who make honey,
pollinate flowers and dress like this.


If we're gonna survive as a species,
this is our moment! What do you say?


Are we going to be bees, orjust
Museum of Natural History keychains?


We're bees!


Keychain!


Then follow me! Except Keychain.


Hold on, Barry. Here.


You've earned this.


Yeah!


I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect
fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves.


Oh, yeah.


That's our Barry.


Mom! The bees are back!


If anybody needs
to make a call, now's the time.


I got a feeling we'll be
working late tonight!


Here's your change. Have a great
afternoon! Oan I help who's next?


Would you like some honey with that?
It is bee-approved. Don't forget these.


Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me.
And I don't see a nickel!


Sometimes I just feel
like a piece of meat!


I had no idea.


Barry, I'm sorry.
Have you got a moment?


Would you excuse me?
My mosquito associate will help you.


Sorry I'm late.


He's a lawyer too?


I was already a blood-sucking parasite.
All I needed was a briefcase.


Have a great afternoon!


Barry, I just got this huge tulip order,
and I can't get them anywhere.


No problem, Vannie.
Just leave it to me.


You're a lifesaver, Barry.
Oan I help who's next?


All right, scramble, jocks!
It's time to fly.


Thank you, Barry!


That bee is living my life!


Let it go, Kenny.


- When will this nightmare end?!
- Let it all go.


- Beautiful day to fly.
- Sure is.


Between you and me,
I was dying to get out of that office.


You have got
to start thinking bee, my friend.


- Thinking bee!
- Me?


Hold it. Let's just stop
for a second. Hold it.


I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone.
Oan we stop here?


I'm not making a major life decision
during a production number!


All right. Take ten, everybody.
Wrap it up, guys.


I had virtually no rehearsal for that.


emotion: octagon
powers: ZA WARUDO
gas mileage: beleventeen


Jokes aside, here it is.

Spoiler : Ha! Stand aside! :
Name: Forsyth
From: Fire Emblem Echoes - Shadows of Valentia
Description: Image

"I'm a Forsyth to be reckoned with!"

A hardworking and passionate Knight, Forsyth worked his way up the ranks of knighthood and proved his worth to the Deliverance. He approaches challenges with vigor and spirit, eager to prove to others of his capabilities. Has a tendency to get carried away with his bravado, not particularly being the wisest man around. His persistence never wavers, stopping at nothing to achieve his dreams.

Spoiler : The Guardian :
Name: Jonathan Connor Gull
From: Under One Banner / Flytrap Canyon
Description: Image

"You better hope you don't end up on the wrong end of my gun. I don't miss."

Cold, serious, and stoic, John is a bounty hunter who always gets the job done. His marksmanship is unparalleled and ruthlessly efficient. From the world he comes from, he has made a name for himself as one of the best hunters in the business, yet a series of unfortunate events led him to betray his contractors, resulting in a life on the run from people very much like himself who will stop at nothing to kill him.

Other: This isn't John's first time experiencing time and space anomalies it seems.

Spoiler : The Mastermind :
Name: Katsurou Shirasagi
From: Super Dangan Ronpa 0.2
Description: Image

"I am Katsurou Shirasagi, Master of the Mind! And you my friend, are in for a treat tonight!"

Charismatic, eccentric, yet with a hint of mystery, Katsurou is a master mentalist capable of using the fine arts of deception and trickery to fool his audience into believing he is a psychic. While they believe he truly possesses some form of psychic abilities, he seems to deny this outside of his performances. However, rumors say he has far more sinister tricks up his sleeve. With a strange fondness for boxes, Katsurou can be strange and unpredictable, if you ever end up meeting him, keep your guard up; there's no telling what he can do.

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Spoiler : App 1 :
Name: Yasui Yuko

From: Requiem of the Shadows/Zero Breaker (See Other Notes). Yasui lives in the town of Inaba, a small, unremarkable place that hides the history of a decades long secret war, and is home to many who conceal special powers.

Description: A sixteen-year old high school student who also happens to be a practitioner of dark magic. He works as a part-time paranormal detective, and makes a living by investigating crimes that were committed with supernatural means. He is a member of the Suzuki Corporation, an agency that is responsible for protecting Japan and concealing the presence of supernatural entities and magic from society.

Yasui is a slender teenager with average height. He alternates between wearing his school uniform, a casual dress attire, and a business suit that he reserves for high-profile cases or formal events. He's also usually not seen without a small coat/jacket, and never without a fedora. No matter what he wears, it's always in the color black. He has green eyes and short, unkempt dark brown hair that's mostly hidden underneath his hat. Yasui also has a few scars here and there that are mostly concealed underneath his clothes, and he often appears to be tired, even during days off or when he's enjoying himself.

Off the clock, Yasui appears to be a rather laid-back individual. He tries to take events in stride and deal with things as they come, never worrying about the long-term future. He's very friendly and always looks out for his allies and others when he's able to. Although he keeps to himself and his companions at school due to the whole "keeping magic a secret" deal, he's still reasonably sociable and outgoing. It's rather easy for him to make friends (or, well, mutually beneficial, sarcasm-ridden partnerships that eventually come to resemble something like friendships). He's not above sarcasm or firing barbs with others who get on his nerves, and he'll make his exasperation with the situation or eccentric companions known more then once, but he always keeps things civil and he doesn't take anything personally... Most of the time, anyway.

Yasui isn't too much different while working on a
case or fighting on the battlefield, although he always acts with as much seriousness as the situation demands. It's here where his nature as a detective is most apparent, as while he still makes calm, sarcastic quips about the insanity of whatever's happening and rarely appears to be phased by anything, he's always on the lookout for details and running multiple scenarios in his head, whether it be deciphering the moment of a crime, or finding a flaw in the opponent's techniques. Yasui's devotion to truth and passion for justice are second to none, and he will never give up when someone's life is on the line. When he does meet with failure, he tends to take it very hard and put all the blame upon himself, and it takes a long time for him to move on.

As someone talented in Black Magecraft, Yasui has numerous powers at his disposal. His main ability is to summon demons (up to two combat capable entities at once) to do the brunt of the attacking for him. Aside of that, his main method of dealing damage is with projectiles made from lightning magic, or with potent dark energy he can coat over his arms (Think Hazama’s Serpent’s Benediction from BlazBlue). For support, he can create reasonably resilient barriers in front of him, and he can use healing magic to restore moderate wounds.

Other Notes: As explained in the description, Yasui here is taken from after the end of the Requiem of the Shadows roleplay and midway through my own series, Zero Breaker. After the war ended, Yasui forsake the chance to live normally and took up a double life as a high-school student and a detective-for-hire, both in Inaba and abroad. His adventures would lead him to get involved in yet another secret war, which has just started at the time he appears in this RP.


Spoiler : App 2 :
Name: Jennifer Frasier

From: Crazy Normal/Zero Breaker (See Other Notes). Jennifer is currently living as a student at Shelvington Academy (No, not the one in the currently running RP. The other one. With aliens and superpowers), a boarding school for people of many talents, and is extremely dysfunctional as a result.

Description: A seventeen-year old high schooler who has access to a strange pocket dimension and gained fame in her world as a detective prodigy. Traveling across the planet in search of cases to solve and evil to thwart, she ended up enrolling at the Academy to hone her craft and improve control over her powers. After an incident where she accidentally warped herself into to the Zero Breaker universe and was temporarily stranded, she joined the Suzuki Corporation and now splits her time between her studies at school and her adventures with her newfound companions.

Jennifer is a fairly attractive young girl. Her usual outfit consists of a matching bright purple jacket and skirt, with a white blazer and red tie underneath. Alternately, when she’s working on a high profile case or at some special event, she can be seen in an-all black business uniform, again with a white shirt underneath and a tie, only this time colored black. This choice in attire is always accompanied by sunglasses, which may or may not come with her casual wear as well, depending on how she feels. She has brown eyes and long, dark purple hair that goes down to her waist. Jennifer always has a pencil hanging above her right ear in case she needs to write something down, only putting it away when she needs to fight.

Jennifer is a very proud, outgoing girl with limitless enthusiasm and energy. Her face is adorned with an unfailing, determined smile, and she is quick to approach and jump into anything that happens to interest her. She is prone to boasting quite often, claiming herself to be “The World’s Greatest Detective” and listing off her accomplishments to anyone who’ll listen. She is equally prone to praising her companions and acquaintances however, and she never belittles anyone who hasn’t made themselves an enemy. In general, Jennifer is quite friendly and eager to get to know anyone she meets. While she is quick to challenge friends and rivals alike to competitions, she always makes the challenges fair, and is graceful in both victory and defeat. She’s much the same way in a fight, acting cocky and quipping at every opportunity, though never so much that she loses focus.

When Jennifer gets to work however, she exposes a completely different side to her. Quiet, grim, and focused, she’ll examine a crime scene in complete silence and go over all the details vigilantly, only speaking when she needs to discuss something or she’s finished with her investigation. She takes everything about her cases seriously, and demands respect for the victim at all times. Jennifer takes the same tone when it comes to protecting her friends: Hurt anyone she cares about, and you better be ready for a hard fight.

As a Shifter, Jennifer’s main power comes in the form of a pocket dimension that she can open a portal to and store or retrieve items at will. She can use this in order to move around quickly, opening a portal at one end and connecting it to another one at some other area. Both portals must be within her line of sight at the time she opens them. She can also use portals as a shield, sending projectiles or energy attacks into the endless void. Finally, she can use this as a projectile weapon in and of itself-she can send any number of weapons that she’s stored inside hurling at the foe at top speeds, and she has stored many-namely, a huge collection of swords, knives, and chains (think of Gilgamesh’s Gate of Babylon from Fate). Jennifer is also very comfortable in close quarters, her punches being strong enough to leave a hole through a wall or crack concrete.

Other Notes: As with Yasui, Jennifer in this roleplay is taken from after whatever transpired from Crazy Normal and during the middle of my own personal series, Zero Breaker. The Shelvington Academy she attends is in a different universe from the one going on in the currently running roleplay; Anyone from that should not recognize her, and she will not recognise them.
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Re: Cars 3 RP: Driving Me Crazy!! (accepting apps) 

Message par Sleuth » Mar Juil 11, 2017 7:04 am

Master Of Chaos a écrit :I can't resist something like this. Let's go.

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Name: Yasui Yuko

From: Requiem of the Shadows/Zero Breaker (See Other Notes). Yasui lives in the town of Inaba, a small, unremarkable place that hides the history of a decades long secret war, and is home to many who conceal special powers.

Description: A sixteen-year old high school student who also happens to be a practitioner of dark magic. He works as a part-time paranormal detective, and makes a living by investigating crimes that were committed with supernatural means. He is a member of the Suzuki Corporation, an agency that is responsible for protecting Japan and concealing the presence of supernatural entities and magic from society.

Yasui is a slender teenager with average height. He alternates between wearing his school uniform, a casual dress attire, and a business suit that he reserves for high-profile cases or formal events. He's also usually not seen without a small coat/jacket, and never without a fedora. No matter what he wears, it's always in the color black. He has green eyes and short, unkempt dark brown hair that's mostly hidden underneath his hat. Yasui also has a few scars here and there that are mostly concealed underneath his clothes, and he often appears to be tired, even during days off or when he's enjoying himself.

Off the clock, Yasui appears to be a rather laid-back individual. He tries to take events in stride and deal with things as they come, never worrying about the long-term future. He's very friendly and always looks out for his allies and others when he's able to. Although he keeps to himself and his companions at school due to the whole "keeping magic a secret" deal, he's still reasonably sociable and outgoing. It's rather easy for him to make friends (or, well, mutually beneficial, sarcasm-ridden partnerships that eventually come to resemble something like friendships). He's not above sarcasm or firing barbs with others who get on his nerves, and he'll make his exasperation with the situation or eccentric companions known more then once, but he always keeps things civil and he doesn't take anything personally... Most of the time, anyway.

Yasui isn't too much different while working on a
case or fighting on the battlefield, although he always acts with as much seriousness as the situation demands. It's here where his nature as a detective is most apparent, as while he still makes calm, sarcastic quips about the insanity of whatever's happening and rarely appears to be phased by anything, he's always on the lookout for details and running multiple scenarios in his head, whether it be deciphering the moment of a crime, or finding a flaw in the opponent's techniques. Yasui's devotion to truth and passion for justice are second to none, and he will never give up when someone's life is on the line. When he does meet with failure, he tends to take it very hard and put all the blame upon himself, and it takes a long time for him to move on.

As someone talented in Black Magecraft, Yasui has numerous powers at his disposal. His main ability is to summon demons (up to two combat capable entities at once) to do the brunt of the attacking for him. Aside of that, his main method of dealing damage is with projectiles made from lightning magic, or with potent dark energy he can coat over his arms (Think Hazama’s Serpent’s Benediction from BlazBlue). For support, he can create reasonably resilient barriers in front of him, and he can use healing magic to restore moderate wounds.

Other Notes: As explained in the description, Yasui here is taken from after the end of the Requiem of the Shadows roleplay and midway through my own series, Zero Breaker. After the war ended, Yasui forsake the chance to live normally and took up a double life as a high-school student and a detective-for-hire, both in Inaba and abroad. His adventures would lead him to get involved in yet another secret war, which has just started at the time he appears in this RP.


Spoiler : App 2 :
Name: Jennifer Frasier

From: Crazy Normal/Zero Breaker (See Other Notes). Jennifer is currently living as a student at Shelvington Academy (No, not the one in the currently running RP. The other one. With aliens and superpowers), a boarding school for people of many talents, and is extremely dysfunctional as a result.

Description: A seventeen-year old high schooler who has access to a strange pocket dimension and gained fame in her world as a detective prodigy. Traveling across the planet in search of cases to solve and evil to thwart, she ended up enrolling at the Academy to hone her craft and improve control over her powers. After an incident where she accidentally warped herself into to the Zero Breaker universe and was temporarily stranded, she joined the Suzuki Corporation and now splits her time between her studies at school and her adventures with her newfound companions.

Jennifer is a fairly attractive young girl. Her usual outfit consists of a matching bright purple jacket and skirt, with a white blazer and red tie underneath. Alternately, when she’s working on a high profile case or at some special event, she can be seen in an-all black business uniform, again with a white shirt underneath and a tie, only this time colored black. This choice in attire is always accompanied by sunglasses, which may or may not come with her casual wear as well, depending on how she feels. She has brown eyes and long, dark purple hair that goes down to her waist. Jennifer always has a pencil hanging above her right ear in case she needs to write something down, only putting it away when she needs to fight.

Jennifer is a very proud, outgoing girl with limitless enthusiasm and energy. Her face is adorned with an unfailing, determined smile, and she is quick to approach and jump into anything that happens to interest her. She is prone to boasting quite often, claiming herself to be “The World’s Greatest Detective” and listing off her accomplishments to anyone who’ll listen. She is equally prone to praising her companions and acquaintances however, and she never belittles anyone who hasn’t made themselves an enemy. In general, Jennifer is quite friendly and eager to get to know anyone she meets. While she is quick to challenge friends and rivals alike to competitions, she always makes the challenges fair, and is graceful in both victory and defeat. She’s much the same way in a fight, acting cocky and quipping at every opportunity, though never so much that she loses focus.

When Jennifer gets to work however, she exposes a completely different side to her. Quiet, grim, and focused, she’ll examine a crime scene in complete silence and go over all the details vigilantly, only speaking when she needs to discuss something or she’s finished with her investigation. She takes everything about her cases seriously, and demands respect for the victim at all times. Jennifer takes the same tone when it comes to protecting her friends: Hurt anyone she cares about, and you better be ready for a hard fight.

As a Shifter, Jennifer’s main power comes in the form of a pocket dimension that she can open a portal to and store or retrieve items at will. She can use this in order to move around quickly, opening a portal at one end and connecting it to another one at some other area. Both portals must be within her line of sight at the time she opens them. She can also use portals as a shield, sending projectiles or energy attacks into the endless void. Finally, she can use this as a projectile weapon in and of itself-she can send any number of weapons that she’s stored inside hurling at the foe at top speeds, and she has stored many-namely, a huge collection of swords, knives, and chains (think of Gilgamesh’s Gate of Babylon from Fate). Jennifer is also very comfortable in close quarters, her punches being strong enough to leave a hole through a wall or crack concrete.

Other Notes: As with Yasui, Jennifer in this roleplay is taken from after whatever transpired from Crazy Normal and during the middle of my own personal series, Zero Breaker. The Shelvington Academy she attends is in a different universe from the one going on in the currently running roleplay; Anyone from that should not recognize her, and she will not recognise them.

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Re: Cars 3 RP: Driving Me Crazy!! (accepting apps) 

Message par Sleuth » Mar Juil 11, 2017 11:23 am

ladies and gentmeln, StART YOUR ENGINES


lightning mcqueen rolled out of his garage and looked at the bright sunny day. boy what a nice day it was today! sudddenly, there was a cry, and lightning quickly got a determined look and picked up his katana and fidget spinner with a gun on each one. "sounds like someones in trouble!" he said wwith a smirk, crossing his weapons in a hero pose. "heh. they picked the wrong day"

with that, lightning mcqueen drove out towards the cry.

Shelvington Academy, 2013: Records show that this day on the island of Calipan, Shelvington Academy was much like any other. An academy filled with humans and beings with unique abilities and powers, the island was isolated from most, but even so, every student there still knew that they had the Big Ben Order to thank for their freedom. Today was a big day, as the Order was seeking recruits from the island itself! Students have been told to gather in the courtyard, as the Big Ben Order ship appears in the sky, ready to land...

But the Order isn't the only arrival today. Near the beach, a mysterious portal has ripped open in the sky, dumping a large, scythe-wielding shirtless man onto the beach. Gordeau isn't sure how or why he's here, but it's pretty nice and might be worth kicking it a bit.


Inaba, Japan, 2015: The quiet city of Inaba isn't all that interesting, most people presume; perhaps that's why the Order scarcely comes to check on this part of the country. The people of Japan have been under the Order for hundreds of years now, but in this little spot in Inaba, some small freedom is able to flourish. But today, the quiet morning of Inaba has been interrupted; for one man, at least. Local PI, Yasui Yuko, has heard reports of buildings being torn apart; the Inaba High School was the latest target; something seems to have barreled straight through it, leaving the building in shambles.

There is another mystery in Inaba-- For a lanky, blue haired archer has just awoken in a place and time that is not his own. Python wakes up inside the ruined gym of the Inaba High School, bow by his side, and nobody around.


Proprius, America, 2017: Proprius is busy today-- The latest battle between heroes managed to damage the Tower of Control, so the Order has been busy trying to repair it, knowing that the faithful citizens of its town will understand the dust. Camouflage McGee knows this well, as he watches the town from his Proelio Tower. But he also sees something else strange happening in Proprius this morning; what appears to be a large bird, flying through the sky-- But on closer inspection it is clearly no bird. It's a pegasus, lost and riderless, soaring around aimlessly-- Until it dives down: towards the Proprius Racehorse Track.

Meanwhile, in downtown Proprius, a rift opens amidst the busy streets; out of it a blonde girl steps into an unfamiliar world-- One that certainly is not Valentia. A car nearly rams into her-- but stops just short, honking at this Super who clearly doesn't know what the rules are here.


New York, America, 2025: They walk the streets where bustling crowds used to roam; They fill the subways people once rode; They are walking corpses, and they hunger. The Order, having no use for this country much anymore, left a few years back when the outbreak started, leaving the people of the country on their own for the first time in a while. Now few remember the name of the "Big Ben Order"-- But many find what they accidentally left behind. It's a normal day for survivors like Zoie Kaiji, which means running, stealing, and the occasional busting of heads. But what isn't normal this day is the strange portal that pops up in the middle of Time Square: and the armored, green-haired warrior who walks out of it.

The knight known as Forsyth is in a new place now, with his friends nowhere to be seen, and a ruined, unfamiliar world awaiting him. Of course, his appearance has awakened something nearby; and slowly, the former citizens of New York crawl out to greet their new guest.

Overhead, another portal opens in the distance, and out falls a small girl dressed in some kind of frilly dress? Iunno probably a cosplayer. At the last second, she wakes up, and Vita hovers gently to the ground, next to some big, green lady statue? What a weird place.


Towa City, 2050: The ten story apartment of Towa City was home to many; not willingly of course-- The Despair Killing Event had messed up quite a bit of things and now what had been a simple apartment was now a prison complex for untold people. Who had taken them? Why? The monotone bear machines that were there wardens didn't explain. It was hard for Katsurou Shiragi to tell how long he'd been there or why, but this morning, things were different-- The doors flew open, and Monokumas were thrown around the apartment, torn to pieces. Walls are busted, and the sprinklers have gone off. Is this a sign of Despair, or Hope...?

TWEED City, America, 7000: It was a beautiful city, barely recognizable from anything from the thousands of years before. Alien beings fill the streets alongside humans, and ships fly out of the earth's atmosphere like popcorn kernels. It wasn't always called TWEED City but that's what it had wound up being known as nowadays. Corruption was the name of the game here, but the Order would soon fix that. Just outside the border, the Big Ben Order was marching up to come fix this little mess on the map. The Mayor, sitting in his office, has just been informed.

Meanwhile, a lone gunman walks the street, a Gull with no place to go, but spotting the Order's approach in the distance.


Riftopia, Year ????: Riftopia wasn't exactly "home" for most of its residents, but it might as well be. The Witch who oversaw it was kindly enough, but she'd been off for a while, and her game hadn't been in action for a few... days? Did time really work here? Who knows. Kendo Okami simply lives his life in the peaceful Centaur Park, but today, everyone seems to be talking about a ship in the sky-- A large, beautiful ship with golden armor, hovering silently over the city; and rumors that it offers a way out of the city without the Game.


Spoiler : Starting Years :
Characters can begin posting now, and for reference, here's everyone's current place on the timeline. The characters have started on their own, while I have randomly thrown the canon guys into a timeline to meet them.

2013: Jennifer Fraiser, Gordeau
2015: Yasui Yuko, Python
2017: Camoflague McGee, Clair
2025: Zoie Kaji, Forsyth, Vita
2050: Katsurou Shiragi
7000: Jonathan Connor Gull, TWEED
????: Kendo Okami
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Message par The Ash Raichu » Mar Juil 11, 2017 11:25 pm

Beach - 2013 - Gordeau:

The world a little shaky around him, Gordeau stood up from his epic faceplant into the sands, his right hand somehow remaining in his coat pocket throughout the entire drop. He brushed sand off his pants and out of his hair to the best of his ability, before noticing his scythe sticking out of the sand, blade-side down. With hardly any effort, he plucked it out of the ground.

"Heh. Guess it'd be handy to have this around, wouldn't it?" The large man quietly chuckled to himself, and the scythe dispersed into wisps of shadow, diffusing into the air. Jamming both hands into his coat pockets, he took a look around him. One thing was pretty clear. This wasn't the city. Though toward the distance, he saw some sort of large building with a huge airship next to it. He let out a sharp exhale.

"...You know. If I were a betting man, I'd wager five hundred that place is gonna have some real fun for me!" Gordeau smirked and sauntered toward Shelvington Academy, purple longcoat billowing dramatically behind him.

New York Streets - 2025 - Zoie:

You could hear a pin drop in the empty streets of New York. The brisk, if smelly air was only disturbed by a slight, chilling breeze. The entire area reeked of death, as the occasional shambler stalked about with no particular destination in its nonexistent mind. A few roads, down, on a street corner, there laid a convenience store, doors hanging wide open, displaying all of the tantalizing goods inside...

Too bad there were a bunch of people passed or dead out in front of the entrance, completely devoid of any sort of belongings other than the clothes on their backs.

Zoie Kaji herself sat inside, hidden behind the cashier counter, a wooden baseball bat tightly in her grip. Furthermore, the door to the bathroom hung wide open. It seemed like a whole ton of different kinds of candy bars or something was left in there. Or so one could assume from the nearly irresistible scent coming from said room. Occasionally, she would pop her head up from behind the counter to see if anyone was inside, or peek toward the bathroom. One had to wonder why.
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