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« on: May 13, 2009, 06:41:27 PM »
PHASE 20
Tribal Rhythm
(The Tribal Guy Village. Wes has been tied to a tree. The Tribal Guys have prepared a boiling pot of water.)
Wes: Come on…couldn’t this be one of those times when you treat me like a god…and THEN kill me?
Tribal Guy: GAK! (Pokes Wes in the arm)
Wes: Ow! Ughh…I need to get out of here before they throw me in that pot…my training…my training…what did I learn…
(Switch to right outside village. Kan is hiding in a bush. Celistar comes flying out, nearly landing in the Tribal Guy clearing on accident.)
Kan: Arghhh! What are you doing?!? I told you-
Celistar: I’m not a hopeless princess, you idiot. Besides, being the PRINCESS of the kingdom, I don’t have to take orders from you, now do I?
Kan: Yes, but, um…
Celistar: Shhhh! The Tribal Guys are doing something?
Kan: I, um, urgh…
Celistar: What are they doing?
Kan: Oh…um…it’s their tribal dance. Soon, they are going to kill, and then eat, your Koopa friend.
Celistar: What? What kind of-
Kan: The Tribal Guys have lived alone for thousands of years…they have de-evolved into violent savages…now, do you really want to-
Celistar: That’s it. Time for a rescue mission.
Kan: Please, for your safety, let me…
Celistar: Oh be quiet. Here I…go…?
Kan: Princess Celistar! You can’t base this on luck, you need to be-
Celistar: Ha ha…luck. Funny you should mention that… (She jumps away, into the clearing.)
Kan: Princess! Wait for me!
(Kan barrels right into a Tribal Guy, knocking both of them to the ground. Celistar, meanwhile, is rushing towards the Tribal Dance, where in the center, is Wes. A Tribal Guy notices the intruder, and emits a loud piercing noise through its mouth. The Tribal Guys attack!)
Kan: Princess…gack…you can’t handle them on your own…!
Celistar: I…have to try…
(Kan smacks off the Tribal Guy with his lance, and joins Celistar. Horribly fast, the Tribal Guys surround Cel and Kan.)
Kan: Um…we really should have discussed a plan, first.
Celistar: We can still get out of this…
Wes: (Shouting) Help, Cel! I’m getting rashes!
Celistar: Ughhhh…one thing after another…
(The Tribal Guys begin to close in. Then, black out.)
(Evening. Re-emerge, to Cel, Kan, and Wes all tied to the tree, Cel tied next to Wes, and Kan behind them. The Tribal Guys continue to dance around them.)
Celistar: This is one of those times I’d just like to run away.
Wes: Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s all what we’d like to do.
Celistar: That’s not what I meant…I mean, one of my…um…rages.
Kan: Ugh. Princess, why didn’t you just stay away? Then you’d be safe…
Wes: Ha! You haven’t seen Cel in action. (Flashback to Mountain Scene.)
Celistar: Yes, yes, whatever. None of that matters now. We need to find a way to get out of this rope…
Kan: Sigh…they took my lance.
(Nearby, a group of Tribal Guys are kicking at the lance.)
Kan: The distress of it all!
Celistar: And, well, I can jump on things…but that doesn’t really help right now…Wes?
Wes: Hm? What?
Celistar: Listen, would you? Do you have anything that could maybe, cut us out of this rope…something sharp, maybe…?
(Celistar starts staring at Wes’s face.)
Wes: No…nothing, I…why are you staring at me like that?
Celistar: Wes…your…um…beak…
Wes: My…
Celistar: It’s sharp, isn’t it? I mean, the edges look sharp…
Wes: Yes…maybe. But...my beak is very fragile, and-
Celistar: We need to get out of here, right? So just start trying to cut the rope, okay?
Wes: F-fine. If I must…
Kan: What’s going on?
Celistar: Wes is cutting at the rope…
Kan: He has a weapon?
Celistar: No, not exactly…
(Snitch! The rope breaks away quietly. The Tribal Guys are too busy dancing to notice.)
Celistar: Okay, don’t move, pretend you’re still tied. And start cutting at my rope…and don’t you dare run away…the forest is filled with deadly creatures.
Wes: Yeah, I know… (Slowly starts rubbing the edge of his beak against the rope.)
Kan: According to my studies…we have three more minutes before the Tribal Guys conclude their dance…and start throwing spears at us, as part of their preparation.
Celistar: Preparation?
Kan: To cook us.
Celistar: Oh. Please hurry up, Wes.
Wes: Ouhi moight croick moi beak.
(Snitch! The rope snaps.)
Kan: Just me, now. Um, guys? You are going to-
Wes: How are we going to cut the rope? The Tribal Guys will see I’m gone…
Kan: No! This is the most frenzied part of their dance. They won’t notice you. Really. Now, please cut the rope…
Wes: (Sigh) why is this happening to me? If I hadn’t gotten into that bar bet…
Celistar: Shh! Quiet! And hurry!
(Wes crawls over, and begins cutting the rope.)
Kan: I never really thought about how sharp a Koopa’s face was.
Wes: Shot uap.
(The Tribal Guys dance becomes even more frenzied.)
Kan: Faster! Faster!
(Snitch!)
Celistar: Finally! Now, let’s get out of here.
Kan: No! My lance! My soul mate…I can’t leave it here!
Celistar: You’ve got to be kidding. It’s a SWORD!
Kan: No, it’s a lance, and I’m getting it back.
Wes: Well, Cel and I need to leave-
Kan: Yes. Can’t have the princess get hurt.
Celistar: Grr! I’ll get your stupid lance back, by myself!
Wes: What? No! We need to-
Celistar: I’m going to test my luck.
Wes: Luck? LUCK?
Celistar: This will be quick, okay?
Kan: Please, princess, let me do this!
Celistar: (Ignoring) Okay, I need to do a long jump. If I position it well, I will land nearby the sword…where those Tribal Guys are playing…otherwise, I will end up in the center of the Tribal Guys…
Wes: Long jump? Like when Penter wanted you to jump over that river? THAT long jump?
Celistar: Yes, THAT long jump. As I told you, it’s luck…
Wes: Cel…why are you doing this? It’s just some sword. (Kan: LANCE!)
Celistar: I need to prove myself…I feel…like I haven’t been attempting my luck enough.
Wes: Cel, really, I-
Cel: (Stands back, preparing for the long jump.)
Kan: Please, reconsider!
Celistar: Yahhhhh! (Cel leaps at the sword…and lands right next to it, right on top of a Tribal Guy. However, this doesn’t kill it. Instead, it emits a long, low warning sound. Suddenly, all of the Tribal Guys have turned to Cel.)
Cel: Um, uh oh.
(Cel grabs the Tribal Guy, and carries it over her head. She throws it at the other Tribal Guy, who had been playing with the sword. It knocks right into the other Tribal Guys mask, and a green liquid leaks from the behind it. The other Tribal Guys approach. Cel quickly grabs the lance, and starts running towards Wes and Kan, the thirty or so Tribal Guys stampeding after her.)
Wes: Can we run NOW?
Celistar: Hmm…YES.
(Cel throws the lance to Kan, and they start running, in which they think is north. The Tribal Guys follow, hooting and shouting. The sun finally goes down, and the night sky covers, creating darkness.)
TO BE CONTINUED…?
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