Shannie Pie’s Comments (group member since Jun 11, 2008)

Shannie Pie’s comments from the Maximum Ride...ROCKS! group.

((Well, um, uh...gotta go to bed, kids.))

"Why do you have orders to stay in the Doghouse, sir? It's not the nicest smelling place in the world." He smiled lightly.

Arachne frowned. "I'm not sure..."

"What kind of orders, sir?"

"Well, I'm guessing I look exactly like him except around the eyes. And with my hair as it is right now..." He tugged at the long bangs that slightly covered his eyes.

"How come, sir?"

"Um...rather, someone who was friends with this body before I was in it."

((It is very, very cool. 8D ))

"Thank you, sir, for bringing me here." Chatiro eyed those around him.

"Um...just a run-in with some previous...friends of sorts?"
"What do you mean by that, Zarkt?"

((Oh, lol.
It's called Secret of the Solstice. You can play it off of outspark.com. It is sooo fuuun! :D))

Chatiro looked at the Bloodhounds and figured that he had been correct. Though they looked different than the ones his parents had seen, they had a similar smell.

Arachne smiled at the couple in front of her and stood, stretching her back. "So...you were going to tell us something, Zarkt?"
"Uh...right."

((Did Ren leave already?))

((Hi there! Playing the most amazing game!!! :D))

Chatiro memorized the hallways as he went, his head flipping side to side as they branched and turned. He hoped that nothing too bad would happen at this "Doghouse" of theirs.

Peace scrambled up into Pike, grabbing around her legs with baby strength.

"Um...well, the Doghouse, of course!" Chatiro watched Victor carefully, unsure of what he would do next.

Peace cooed and reached her arms up at Pike.
Arachne smiled, finally catching enough breath to breathe semi-normally.

"Um...I seem to have lost my way, sir. Would you help me get back?"

Wolfie and Dai looked at them all. "You guys sure need your exercise."
"Totally."
Arachne plopped onto the ground, letting Peace crawl around for a while.

"Uh...yeah. Sorry, sir, I'll be more careful next time." He tried to figure out what the Doghouse was. Those wolf-people who worked for the whitecoats?

Zarkt continued to weave them through the crowd until he reached a near-empty shrine. He stopped there, panting for breath.

"I'm new here. What about you? Something the matter? You don't look okay..."

"Sorry!" Zarkt told them over his shoulder. "I'll explain later..."

Chatiro looked down a hallway and accidentally ran into another person in his rush. "Oof! My apologies, sir."

Zarkt grinned. "This way!" he grabbed Markos' free hand and squeezed them all through the crowds.

Chatiro moved swiftly along the halls, ending back at the door that held all the other mutants inside. He smirked before moving on, hoping to overhear some conversation or run into someone else soon.

Great. Think mom and dad will keep up?

"Sweet! Finally some action!" Chatiro saluted before dashing out of the room, slamming the door open in his haste.

Great. Have any idea on how to lose them?

((Yeah, it did for a moment there. Hopefully it will last for the next little while. *crosses fingers*))

"So I can interrogate people?" He asked excitedly.

Are they still coming? Zarkt asked Pike.

((Unless the wireless gives up on me...))

"We're not 'saving' the world. We're helping to destroy it, remember?"

"Okay." Markos said. He linked Arachne to his arm.
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"But you said..." Chatiro sighed. "Whatever. So. Gather information?"

"Great, let's go this way." He led them away from the previous friends of his body.

((Hi Ren! I got on just in time. :P))
((I got myself a new/old laptop! Yay! Now I can stay up too late and sleep at school! XD))

((Snow, you'll never guess!))

"For right now, get as much information as we can. Then, when the time is right, we'll strike. We'll save the world...that way."

Pike looked up at Zarkt, stupefied. Oh boy...
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"I'm not some superhero. What if I don't want to save the world?"

Dai tugged at Zarkt's shirt, pointing in the direction of the incoming teenagers. Zarkt paled, saying, "Let's keep moving."