Titans: A.S.

[Lord Welshi]

Well, it's finally beginning. Titans: A.S. You won't know what A.S stands for until the second chapter. Actually, you'll probably work it out by the end of the first, it won't be very difficult, but for now there is just a little bit of mystery. This prologue is exceptionally short, but that's the point of this: it's only there for a bit of a taster. I hope you enjoy, and i look forward to any criticisms or feedback you may have.

Lord Welshi

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Prologue


Jump City was disturbingly quiet. There had been no major criminal activities in the last month: sure, there had been the occasional purse-snatchings, shoplifters and petty thieves, but nothing that really shattered the peace. The citizens of Jump City went about their normal lives, no fear of giant oozing monsters in their minds, no thoughts of the physical manifestations of the weather terrorising the city in the name of fun, no anxiety as to the location of a criminal mastermind. They were content, knowing that anything the police couldn’t handle, the Teen Titans could. Heroes did that: watched over you, protected you, made you feel safe.

It’s what they do.

The docks of Lower Jump Harbour were bustling with activity. A large oil tanker was berthed against the stone quay, unloading her precious cargo of black gold into the tanker trucks that would transport it to the nearby refinery less than two miles down the road. A large crane, further down the quay, was unloading a cargo ship. Huge metal containers of varying colours were stacked on the opposite side of the busy area, and the straining crane was adding more to the growing collection. The large warehouses, as large and empty as they seemed, nevertheless held within them imported products from Japan and Taiwan, ready for transportation to wherever they were needed. This was a scene of typical industrial business, reflected across the whole city in varying ways: the market sold its typical wares; the mall made thousands of dollars an hour selling clothes and products no one really needed but had been convinced as to their value by meaningless advertisements; and the coffee shops indulged the caffeine addictions of hundreds of people, serving hot drinks to warm the soul on a cool autumn day.

The city was calm, cool and collected. Her attitude was mirrored in almost every aspect of her life: the roads that were her veins were free flowing, without jams or back-ups of traffic; her subway arteries were unclogged and smoothly ran on time; her sky-blue lungs breathed clearly into a clear atmosphere, now a shade of orange merging into pink as the autumn sun set low in the sky in the early evening. The lowering light cast a large silhouette across the waters of Jump Bay, a dark, oppressive presence that loomed out over the deep expanse. The large shape on a single outcrop of rock, barely large enough to be called an island, sat there, watching, waiting. Inside it contained a fearsome force, one that inspired fear and dread into the hearts of its enemies.

Welcome to Titans Tower.

The date is the 24th of October 2003. As I have described, Jump City was peaceful. As I have also stated earlier, it is early evening. It is on this day that something shall happen in the city that no one has ever seen before, or will ever see again. Tonight, once the sun sets and all of those insignificant people return to their homes, I shall make my move. There is an item, and object of great value, held within a museum in this primitive town. It is heavily guarded: but, with my technology and knowledge of this time, I shall be able to steal it and add it to my already impressive collection. Yes, tonight will be one to remember.

Tonight, I strike.

[Matt A]

Quite. I have a vague clue as to what's going on, but it's too vague for me to put into words.

Other than that, I'm very impressed. Evil deeds seem to be in the works...

[rrarbecy]

I logged on a minute ago, and I saw, at the top, "Titans: A.S." I then grew tingly all over. "TODAY'S THE DAY!!!!" I screamed in my head.

Typical LW writing. Excellent descriptions, and a great, plot-building chapter. GO LORD WELSHI!!

Is that the only chapter written from...you know who's point of view? Or will the rest be third person?

[oneeyemonkeypie]

done and done.

This is that time guy, whats his face. The one that takes star into the future in the ep how long is forever.

Hmm...well, I'm still waiting to be blown away. This is as good as your last fic. But not revolutionary. Put up the next chapter soon, because that must be godlike with all the promoting you (and a few others) did.

[T.T.Raven4]

Nice. I need a little bit more to confirm this is going to be a dominant fic on TZ, but I'm sure it will. BTW, is this a sequel to Vanishing Act?

Keep writing Lord Welshi!!!

~TTR4~

[Raven37]

I logged on a minute ago, and I saw, at the top, "Titans: A.S." I then grew tingly all over. "TODAY'S THE DAY!!!!" I screamed in my head.
Me too! I was so excited to see it. I can already tell this will probably be a masterpiece like Vanishing Act and The Musical. Please post more soon!:D

-Raven37

[Aquagirl15]

well i guess i'm pretty stupid cause i don't know what A.S. stands for even after reading the chapter twice! :sweat: it seems like a new kind of LW writing, 1st person if ya know what i mean. keep it up!!!

[Lord Welshi]

In answer to Reid's doubts: you know how my fic's go. they start off pretty lame, then pick up as they go along. considering i recieved the news of my grandfather having a stroke this morning, i think i did fairly well. but to everyone else: you thought this was good? you have no idea what's in store. This is going to be big. really big. approximately 2-3 times longer than vanishing act was, if i continue to have the inspiration to write.

no more chapters for a couple days, need to visit grandfather in hospital and stuff. got things to sort out, this was just a taster.

Laters

Lord Welshi

[Raven37]

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I hope your grandfather's okay.:sad: Take your time in posting the next chapter.;)


-Raven37

[rrarbecy]

Darn. That sucks. Take your time and give your grandfather my regards.(he doesn't know who I am, but hey.) I hope he recovers.

[Matt A]

Same here.

He already knows that I'm supporting him on this, but 'cause he's a friend it's no hardship to say it again.

[oneeyemonkeypie]

Damn, I feel for you.

I've lost 3 grandparents in the course of 18 months. I will pray for him.


On a lighter note-I'm jus' hassling you LW. You know that I know this fic is going to kick ass. It's inevitable. I'd just like to express a dissenting opinion while I still can, before the ass-kickery of this fic grows out of hand and I'm no longer able to. :sweat:

[Kregor8]

Aw, yeah! This is what we've been waiting for! Here it is, and we're ready to be stunned. I like what I've seen so far...nice description. I more than see the city - I can hear it, smell it, taste it (huh?), and even feel it, as though it were right in front of me. It surprised me that the last paragraph was a 1st person. That's kind of Crowgirl's signature thing. Since this is the prologue, I'd never expect the rest of the story to continue in the vein, though it would be interesting to see what you could do with it...I can't write 1st person. It wears me out. I really should try second person some time, but back on track. I'm sure everyone will be busting at the gills with ideas of what A.S. stands for. When can we post our guesses? I know you'll be busy for a while, so take your time. I'll be praying for your grandfather. Mine (grandfather, that is) had a heart attack last year, and he's been in and out of the hospital, so I know how stressful it can feel (especially when you live with one of his children - your parent. I suppose you don't though, since your usually at uni. When do you get Christmas break?).
Oh yeah, how'd you get the date for this, anyway? If Reid was right, you're making it up, because How Long Is Forever? first ran on Jan 10, 04. I don't know if things run later over there, but they certainly don't run sooner. In fact, no epi premiered on that date - Apprentice pt.2, which was the last part of season 1, ran on Oct. 11th, 03. And you've got the 24th. But you can't be going by that clock, because there have been "no major disturbances in the last month." Robin working with Slade would certainly be considered a major disturbance. So I'm interested to know - why'd you set it when you did? Just a minor question.
Ok, I have to find one grip while I still can. You said,
Inside it contained a fearsome force, one that inspired fear and dread into the hearts of its enemies.
I think that it would have been more effective to not use the words fearsome and fear back-to-back. Fearsome is good, but saying it inspires fear is redundant. Maybe awe or terror or <choose appropriate word> might have been better. But, hey. The rest is good. And what's comming will be even better. Since you said we wouldn't figure out the title until after the 2nd chapter, that means chapter 2, right? This, being the prologue, doesn't count? Or is that a dense question? Anyway, thanks for giving us something new and exciting (inside joke).

Merry Christmas and the Happy New Year,
7<regor

[decka]

I was soo happy when I saw this! I had been waiting for this story to come out. anyways I am exited to see what happens. As for your grandfather I really hope he will get better soon, take all the time you need to be with him. Don't worry about the fic, we can wait:anime: -luv Deming

[Rae]

Sorry about your grandad! hope he gets better

I loved the prologue and agree with what everyone else said (except maybe Reid)

[Lord Welshi]

Thanks everyone, it means alot to me that you all care so much. He seems ok at the moment, he's coherent in speech, but he gets tired very easily and has very slight affliction to the left side of his body, and he can't walk. But he recognised me! (considering my 3 aunts, 2 uncles and grandmother didn't recognise me with long hair and a beard before i went to see him, i'm quite impressed!) He's still in hosptial though. I want to visit him more, but when the hospital happens to be a 3 and a half hour car journey away, it's not very easy.

Aaaaaanyway, Kregor, the date i used is one that suits my purposes. There are no date references (or any that i noticed) within the Titans episodes themselves. Using the dates that the shows aired would probably have been a good idea, BUT as you say the air dates are different from country to country. Also, by setting this slightly further in the past, i can include any global 'incidents' that occur within the next few months, ranging from the date i chose up to the present, including economic and social changes. That is just how in-depth i plan on making this story. I also just thought it sounded nice, and since the episode aired in January, but i wanted an Autumn setting,i went for the lcosest date to january 2004 that was stil far enough back to allow future scope: the 24th of October 2003

Oh, one more thing Kregor: you may get season premiere's before the U.K, but we saw the finale to season 2 before the states(according to my many sources of oringinal air dates from various websites.). Ha. Though, if i am wrong, blame my sources, not me! Although u do get season 3 before us *grumble grumble*

Toodles, ya'll!

Lord Welshi

[Matt A]

Good to see that everything's alright. Thankfully, life never turns out to be as dreadful as we fear: if only I could convince myself of that, I'd be alright.

Anyway, the prospect of an "in-depth" story is very appealing already. What kind of events would you put in? The Iraq War and it's aftermath is pretty much a given, but right now that's all that I can think of. I'm an A2v politics student, so I should be able to think of more, but right now my brain's too tired to use such complex functions as short-term memory.

Once again, I - along with everyone else - wish your grandad all the best, and would you please HURRY UP AND POST CHAPTER ONE!!!!!

[Starfire5]

lol i thought it was a great beginning also....i still dont know what a.s stands for maybe a sequel?....

of and for the website thing starfire chick said titansgo.net and its an awesome site!!!!!!!!!!!

Cant wait for more from Lord Welshi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Aquagirl15]

i want to read more of this story so bad! but i know how famiy situations can be. :( post as soon as you can LW!!! :anime:

[ShadowOfAGhost]

Sorry to hear about your grandfather.

(God grant me the sorenity to accept the things I can not change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.
amen)

Also, did you say that your stories start out poorly and then improve greatly as they go on? This defies all logic!!! How could you ever improve upon the previous chapter (epilouge)!!! and you say that this will be an incredibly long story??? I forsee that there will be an exponential level of growth!!!

And frankly, don't try to plan too many chapters in advance, I predict that by the time we finish reading chapter 5, all of our heads will have exploded.:eek: The simple minded will go first, somewhere around chapter 2 or 3. The more educated (such as myself) will go around chapter 4. And finally the most complex of us all (such as Kregor8 and welshie's mate) will lose it around chapter 5. Your mind will be so twisted into knots over compileing...every...little...detail...that you will be reduced to sitting in a corner rocking back and forth, sucking your thumb and crying.

But it will all be worth it!!!:D KEEP WRITING!!!:D

[ShadowOfAGhost]

That made me smile. Which catagory would you say I fit into?Hmm...havn't finished reading your fic yet, (though I have it bookmarked! I intend to read it soon!) but from individual converations with you, I'd say you are in the second catagory.

[Matt A]

And finally the most complex of us all (such as Kregor8 and welshie's mate) will lose it around chapter 5.:D

Wait, am I really that bright?

Your mind will be so twisted into knots over compileing...every...little...detail...that you will be reduced to sitting in a corner rocking back and forth, sucking your thumb and crying.Yes, I can easily picture him doing that.

I've still got those photos, Welshie...


Sorry to spam. I thought that it needed saying.

[Matt A]

Sorry to hear about the bum Christmas, matey-boy. Mine was th first decent one that I've had for quite a while, so I'm now feeling a little guilty.:crying:

I know you must be missing your girlfriend pretty badly. She's worth the attention, unlike [snip]. Sorry.:sweat:

Anyway, hope things get better, 'cause we need the next chapter!


That good enough, Welshie?;)

[Lord Welshi]

Apologies for the delay. Sorry, been real tired, and stressed a bit too, but blah! yes that;s right, BLAH! OK, here it is, not quite earth-shattering, but it's building to it.

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Chapter 1: Friends Forever?

The Titans were bored.

Jump city had been quiet for months; most of the super villains had gone underground, either planning their next city-conquering move, or simply waiting as for such a time when they would be called upon again to serve a dark purpose. Or, in the case of one gelatinous creature, simply sleeping. Without these heroic distractions to keep them occupied, the Titans were beginning to act more and more like teenagers every day.

As the sun rose over Jump City, and the new day began, so life in the city awoke from its vegetative state and proceeded to continue with the events that had been set in motion on the previous day. People went back to work to earn the money to support themselves and their families; those young people who could actually wake up before the afternoon stumbled around in a bleary haze, wondering what was going on and why it was legal for a time before 1.30 p.m. to exist; and thousands of things, so insignificant to the grand scale of things but vitally important to the perspective of those performing the particular acts, went on in the background, like a noise constantly there but never noticed: when audible, it’s presence is superfluous, but when absent, the atmosphere changes.

Surprisingly enough, it was Beast Boy who was the first to awaken. He lay in his bed, half asleep, not wanting to move, but noticing an irritating dryness creeping into his eyes as his conscious mind took control. He wanted to stay in bed, comfortable and warm under his sheets, but now he was awake: he just had his eyes closed. Beast Boy groaned and, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, sat up, propping his back against the headboard. The bed covers slipped a little ay down his chest. The green teen stretched is arms above his head, yawning as the bed covers slipped further down before coming to a stop around his waist. He sat there for a good ten minutes, his brain trying to come to terms with the fact that, eventually, he would actually have to remove himself from his bed.

There was a knock at his door.

“Yeah?” Beast Boy said in a mixture of a question and the intake of air signifying tiredness.

His door slid open. “Hey, I was wondering…” The voice paused as its owner realised that Beast Boy was sitting half naked in his bed, and that the uncovered half was visible.


Beat Boy shrieked, and dived under his covers.


“What the hell?” he yelled. “You should wait until I invite you in, dude!”

Raven, though she would never show it on the surface, was quite flustered. “Sorry,” she mumbled, trying to get over the fact that this was the first time she had seen any of her team mates topless. “I was just going to ask if you were coming down for breakfast.”

Beast Boy poked his head out from under his duvet, in a subconscious mimicry of the animals he so often took the form of: Raven was reminded of a meercat. “Yeah, I’ll be down in a minute, once I GET DRESSED!” he hollered. “OUT!” With that, he reached an arm out from the sanctuary of is sheets, grabbed a ball of bundled socks, and threw them towards the door. Raven ducked out, narrowly avoiding the most lethal fabric known to man. Even Raven knew when it was time to admit defeat.

His door slid shut, and the light from the corridor outside was cut off. Beast Boy was flushed. He knew that he had over reacted a little towards Raven’s early intrusion; if it had been one of the guys, he wouldn’t have cared quite so much. But for a girl to see him without a shirt on? He had never expected to show of his manly pectorals to Raven. He had always thought the first person to see him topless would be the girl he fell for. He shrugged to himself, the blush on his cheeks finally subsiding. “Well,” he thought to himself, “I’m man enough to handle it, as Raven can testify to!” He quickly put on his clothes, which, for some reason he had never quite worked out, were purple, and headed outside into the wakened world.

He emerged into the large living room. Raven was floating cross-legged in one corner, reading one of her large, thick, incredibly long books. Just thinking of all those words collected together in one lace was enough to make Beast Boy want to crawl back into bed. Cyborg was just clearing away his breakfast dishes: that is to say, he had piled everything into the sink in the deluded expectancy that someone else would clear it up. Beast Boy wandered over to the kitchen.

“S’up, Cy?” he asked.

“Yo, B. Good sleep?” replied the mechanical teen.

“Yeah, it was ok. Had a nice wake up call,” Beast Boy said with a grin, glancing across to Raven. He couldn’t be sure, but he would swear when asked later that he saw Raven move her face closer to her book.

“Right, whatever man. Look, I’m gonna fire up the game station. Up for a game?”

“Sure, let me grab some breakfast first and I’ll join you.”

Cyborg left the kitchen area to turn on the big TV and start the game, whilst Beast Boy rummaged in the cupboards. He found what he was looking for, pulling the box of cereal from the unit. He proceeded to procure a bowl and took the milk from the fridge. He poured cereal into the bowl, poured milk on top, and then put the rest back in their appropriate places. Walking over to the sofa Cyborg was sat on, he placed himself next to his friend, and started eating. Cyborg glanced across at him.

“Man, I thought you were a vegetarian?” he said, still playing the game.

“I am.”

“Then what’s up with the milk?”

Beast Boy sighed. “Dude, I have told you so many times before, just ‘cos I’m a vegetarian, doesn’t mean I can’ have dairy products, so long as it’s organic and not from those cattle yards.”

“And you’re not eating tofu,” Cyborg said, knowing that the discussion of Beast Boy’s lifestyle choice would get under his team mate’s skin.

“I don’t eat tofu all the time, it’s not the only vegetarian cuisine available! You’d think I was being presented as a typical vegetarian on a TV show or something,” the changeling grumbled. He finished his cereal, then walked back to the kitchen, adding his dishes to the growing pile in the sink, just as Robin walked in through the door.

“Hey Beast Boy,” the leader of the Titans greeted him.

“Hey,” Beast Boy replied, going back to the sofa.

Robin walked into the kitchen; going through a similar process as the one Beast Boy had gone through not twenty minutes before, he collected he breakfast, consisting of a bread roll filled with jam, and a croissant that he put in the oven.

“Going European?” Raven asked, not looking up from her book.

“Someone’s going European,” Beast Boy said, just loud enough to be heard. Raven pushed her nose back into her book as Beast Boy burst out laughing.

Robin ignored them, taking his now crisp pastry from the oven and placing it on the plate next to his role. He sat on one of the barstools next to the worktop, placing pieces of French food in his mouth and chewing slowly as he thought about what to do for the rest of the day. His thoughts were interrupted by the familiar sound of arguing from Beast Boy and Cyborg.

“Aww yeah!” Beast Boy shouted triumphantly as his character pummelled Cyborg’s into the dust. “I rule at this game!” He pressed one final button. On the screen, his character’s hair turned gold, flaming energy crackling around his muscled form. He placed his hands together, shouted something incomprehensible, and fired a blue beam at Cyborg’s downed fighter. The letters ‘KO’ were displayed on the screen as Beast Boy danced around in glee. “Whooped ya, Cy! Whooped ya, Cy!” he chanted.

“Shut up,” Cyborg growled. “You were lucky.”

“Yeah, lucky three times in a row!”

“Shut up.”

“Cyborg!” Robin’s voice cut in. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” Cyborg called back over his shoulder.

“Get over here and look! It’s something only your technological expertise can help with.”

Cyborg leapt over the couch, and literally sprinted into the kitchen area. He saluted Robin in mock military style. “Sir, what do you require my assistance with, sir!” he shouted.

Robin saluted back, his face grave. “I have a special mission for you. It is vitally important to the integrity of the team, and the safety of our friends that you complete this task. Will you accept?”

Cyborg laughed. “Sure man, what is it?”

“Clean the dishes.”

Cyborg’s face fell. “Say what?”

“You heard me. I know you left your dishes in the sink. You can’t just expect everyone else to clear up after you, so today you are on dish duty!”

Robin walked off as Cyborg started grumbling. The Boy Wonder sat near Raven. He kicked back and relaxed, sinking comfortably into the armchair. He sighed in content. Beast Boy, mean while, had changed the game disk, and was happily playing Super Robot Monkey Commandoes Go Now! “Hey Cy, hope you don’t mind but I deleted your saved file!” he called over to the kitchen.

“You did what?” Cyborg exclaimed. “Man, you know I only had the final boss to beat on that game! Now I gotta do it all again!” Cyborg slammed a bowl down. A crack appeared in the white china. “Oops.”

“Chill Cy, it’s my turn anyway.”

“What do you mean your turn? If Robin hadn’t tricked me into doing these damn dishes, I’d still be playing!” Cyborg yelled.

Robin sat up. “Hey, I told you, it’s your turn! You can’t just leave your stuff in the sink…”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard ya the first time,” Cyborg growled. “Beast Boy, what are ya doing? Put that controller down!”

“It’s my turn, no way am I putting it down!” Beast Boy yelled back, clutching the controller to his chest. “You finish those dishes!”

Cyborg was infuriated. “Oh, you did not just say that!” he shouted. “I am not your maidservant!”

“I never said you were! Just finish off those dishes!”

“Please stop this pointless argument,” Raven said. “I’m trying to read.”

“Who asked you to butt in?” Cyborg and Beast Boy both shouted at her in unison, their combined expressions being enough to daunt even the unflappable Raven. She shrank back into her book.

Robin got up and crossed to the stereo. He switched it on, turning the volume up to maximum to avoid listening to the developing argument behind him. It was at this point that Starfire entered the room, gifts and party favours in her arms.

“Happy Blorthog!” she shouted, followed by a swift “Huh?” She had walked into the room, expecting to find her friends getting along amiably as friends should. Instead a teenage war zone greeted her. Robin was nodding his head in front of the stereo, the deafening music pounding through his skull. Raven was apparently becoming increasingly frustrated as she tried to read. Cyborg had crossed the room, and was now wrestling with Beast Boy.

“Come on, Beast Boy, gimme that thing!”

“Dude! I’m in the middle of a game, Cyborg!”

“Yeah, my game, ’cause it’s my turn!” Cyborg said, snatching the controller.

“Give me the controller!” Beast Boy growled, grabbing it back.

“No! Let go!”

“It’s my turn!”

“Friends!” Starfire interjected, “We must frolic and leap in glorious celebration, for today is Blorthog, the Tamaranean festival of friendship!”

Cyborg leant backwards over the coach, trying to wrench the controller out of Beast boy’s grasp.

“Joyous greeting, friend!” Starfire proclaimed loudly. “I, Starfire, give you this tinnabula as a symbol off…” she was cut off as a green tentacle grabbed Cyborg around the neck. He was yanked off the sofa.

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that, you little grass stain!” Cyborg screamed in fury.

“Robin, could the music be a little louder? I can still hear myself think,” Raven morosely said.

“I only turned the music up to DROWN OUT ALL THE YELLING!” Robin hollered right into Starfire’s ear. She had sidled up beside him when he was distracted. Robin sat, fuming as he listened to the head pounding music.

Cyborg, meanwhile, grabbed Beast Boy in a tight headlock, almost choking him. “Whose turn is it now, tough guy?” he asked, tearing the controller out of the changeling’s grasp. Beast Boy growled in response, morphing into a gorilla. Cyborg screamed, and ran around the room, chased by an enraged 400pound primate.

“Knock it off, you’re acting like idiots!” Robin hollered at them.

“Great, Robin, more yelling will stop all the yelling.”

“Shut it,” Robin snarled back.

Beast Boy had changed into a bear, and was still chasing Cyborg. Cyborg hid behind Starfire. Beast Boy morphed back into human form, trying to catch his breath. Cyborg laughed at him, waving the item they had been warring over in his face. “Come get it, come get it!” he taunted. Beast Boy went to grab for it, but Cyborg tried to dodge left. As he did so, the thumb pad caught on the necklace Starfire was holding up. The necklace broke, and the round bells fell to the floor with a loud clatter.

“Oops,” Cyborg said in a statement that summed up his actions in a single syllable.

Starfire looked down, squeezing her eyes shut. Her head snapped up as she screamed. “Stop!” The music cut out, Raven looked up, Cyborg and Beast boy halted their war, and the echo of the tortured teen’s voice died out. “Friends should never act this way! Do you wish to invite the Rekmas?”

Beast Boy was puzzled. “Umm…gesundheit?”

“On my world, ‘Rekmas’ means ‘The Drifting.’ It is the point at which close friends begin to drift apart, and their friendship begins to die.”

“Oh come on, Starfire!” Cyborg said.

“We are so not Rekwhatevering,” Beast Boy added.

“We’re just getting on each other’s nerves. Big deal,” Raven stated.

“Yeah,” Robin interjected. “This is just typical roommate stuff. We’re not going to drift apart, Star, I promise. We’ll all be friends forever.”

Starfire looked at him, a glint of hope in her eyes. “Forever?” she asked.

Just then, Robin’s communicator went off, the tone breaking into Starfire’s contemplation. Robin removed it from his belt, and watched as the T symbol glowed red. “Trouble,” he said, leaving the room. All of the titans followed him, except Starfire. She looks at the broken bells, lying silent on the ground. The symbol of love and friendship she had tried to share with her teammates lay shattered upon the ground, broken and beyond repair. Robin said we would be friends forever, and I have to believe him, she thought, flying out of the room.

As the door closed, the light from the corridor was shut out, blanketing the room in darkness, hiding the necklace. What once was a representation of the friendship shared between the heroes was now an obsolete trinket, one without value in the dark.

[Crowgirl]

GO SNOW DAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See, because it's a snow day, I am able to read your first chapter over and over and over as much as I like! Yippee!!

Okay. First, the thing with BB and Raven was hilarious. And the way that you handled their reactions was also hilarious. I loved the 'Someone's going European' line too. Like I said earlier, hilarious.

Incorperating the 'How Long is Forever?' episode was great, I realized when BB and Cy began to fight over the controller and Cy called BB a 'little grass-stain'. Of course, then Starfire came in and announced the Blorthog was today.

In one word: Brilliant.

CG

P.S. This was the funniest part that you wrote, and I thought I should point out how funny it was. Not very many things make me laugh, but this did:


“Cyborg!” Robin’s voice cut in. “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” Cyborg called back over his shoulder.

“Get over here and look! It’s something only your technological expertise can help with.”

Cyborg leapt over the couch, and literally sprinted into the kitchen area. He saluted Robin in mock military style. “Sir, what do you require my assistance with, sir!” he shouted.

Robin saluted back, his face grave. “I have a special mission for you. It is vitally important to the integrity of the team, and the safety of our friends that you complete this task. Will you accept?”

Cyborg laughed. “Sure man, what is it?”

“Clean the dishes.”

P.P.S. Since I now have this to entertain me, take as much time as you need with the next chapter.

P.P.P.S. I think i just realized why the date was important, but I'm not sure:
Does it have something to do with airdates of the episodes you are deciding to incorperate?

P.P.P.P.S Firsties, yippee!!

[T.T.Raven4]

The BB Raven thing was SOOOOOOOO FUNNY! AHAHAHAHAH!

2nd. Um...that was EXACTLY how How Long is Forever went, so I'm kinda confused.

3rd. I didn't get the European Joke.

I can't give many compliments ore corrections until I understand why it was the exact same as How Long is Forever.

[Lord Welshi]

it was the same as How long is forever cos it was meant to be. it ties into the series for a brief time, which is why it's the same. Duh (sorry, always wanted to say that, and finally have a chance!:anime: )

And the european joke was...well, i dunno. raven saw bb half naked, and u know how they are on the european continent. plus (i dunno if it's the same in america or not) but in britain, a 'continental breakfast' (or European) is just bread rolls and croissants. it was just a play on words really, obviosuly not a very good one.

Although, thankyou crow, glad u liked it! I just realised this chapter was longer than any of the essays i did for my coursework. Should i be worried?

Lord Welshi

[T.T.Raven4]

*Finally understands*

Oh, in that case. That was really good. For the part that actually took thought to come up with (Since most of it already happened) I loved the BB Raven thing. His Manly Pecs, HA!

Now I get the European thing. That was good.

The Cyborg and Robin military like thing was funny.

All in all, this was an awesome chapter, now that I understand. Great Job Lord Welshi!

[Kregor8]

*whoosh*
"Ah-ha! I, Kregor, am here to enlighten the darkened minds, and sing the praises of a great writer."
*snaps cape off and flings it across the room, inadvertantly covering Crowgirl's face*
You see, TTRaven, this is the kind of writing that takes extreme talent. You take something small that has already been written (about two minutes from "How Long is Forever," and you turn it into a 2,500 word chapter. How? By adding material that might not have been in the show - like BB's morning. By telling the story from a different perspective - the show follows Starfire into the living room, but we see her come in from inside in this chapter. Or, you can re-write things entirely for your own purposes - like in a story called "Rolling the Dice" on Fanfiction.net. But enough of others. They pale in comparison to this.
"Excuse me!"
"What?"
"This must be your cape. I was in the middle of reading the chapter for the fifth time!"
*Crowgirl tosses cape back*
"Oh. Sorry."
To continue.
You've written some of the most wicked funny Teen Titans stuff in existance. Vanishing Act has it's points - the bonus chapters of The Musical are total sidesplitters - and you still can keep pouring it out. Best jokes:
1) "Someone's going European."
2) "Clean the dishes." (I don't usually laugh out loud when reading, but I did on these two).
3) "You’d think I was being presented as a typical vegetarian on a TV show or something." (I've thought of this myself. I have a few vegetarian friends and some of the stuff they eat is good. Most is gross, but that's just them.)

The line you have at the end, As the door closed, the light from the corridor was shut out, blanketing the room in darkness, hiding the necklace. What once was a representation of the friendship shared between the heroes was now an obsolete trinket, one without value in the dark. is very good, because it ends a mostly humorous chapter on a somber note. It prepares us for what's coming up. Nice.
Reid: Props on first guessing the setting.
Crowgirl: You're idea is a good one, but I already mentioned that back on page 1, or maybe page 2 (I can't keep track).
I have my guess on the title, L. Welshi, as you know. When can I say? Huh? Huh? Ehehehehehe.
"Farewell all. Don't spam!"
*poof - and he's gone*

7<regor
Ps. Yeah, my sense of humor is absolutely awful. Oh well.
Double-pea-ess. Yeah, I see that all the questions are already answered, but I took the freeking effort to type this up, so I'm not changing it! BWAH-HAH-HA!

[starfire0639]

hmmmmm usually i hear my freidns say there going european but thats either cus their in the bathroom or they arnt wearing their skiddies:D hahahahaha as for the breakfast thingy ya we do that here but i only see it at the local like um..european street cafe or soemthing in st augestine as for the chapter its awsome loved it and didnt reallyt hink much bout the air date that is clever tho and that was like my all time fav episode to!so thumbs up for welshie!:anime: tehe

[Vivace]

Huzzah! Lord Welshi presents his gift to his humble peasents. *nudges peasents* The peasents are most greatful for this wonderful gift. Though you could feed your subjects once in a while.


Anyway, Awesome chapter. I love the tie in. I just love to see things that kinda say..."This is what was happening when the camera was over here." stuff like that.

[Matt A]

Okay, the legendary Welshie finally delivers! This is definitive proof, if proof were needed, that you are a comedy God. I'm not going to bother pointing out all the funny lines - mainly because that would take too long - but I'll just say that the chapter had one of the highest gag rates that I've ever come across. Oh, and as for ending such a funny chapter on such a depressing note...well, I don't think that genius quite describes it. I only pray that you don't take as long to deliver the next chapter...

[Vivace]

I am so going to get hit but....*Looks up at the last post* See Welshie The peasents are greatful. *shriks back for the blow*


EDIT: I know what A.S. Stands for now. It's so obvious. Aging Sythe.

[Kregor8]

What do you think the title is? I actually don't think. I know. But I'm under strict orders lot to tell. *glances at theatening weapon* Yep, very strict. But you'll all figure it out without me, I'm sure.
Smooth. Very smooth indeed. Is this good, or bad?

7<regor

[starfire0639]

scary peoples.............................i would say more but im afraid that they might attack but*whispers*just wanted to say again that your chapter is aowsme write more soon peas!-oop to loud.........*buries herself under her hat

[Crowgirl]

Is this good, or bad?

It's good (If it makes me laugh, it's good, and it did (Even when I thought about it after :anime: )).

But you have been warned.....

Oh, and just so this isn't total spam, I'd like to point out (again) that this is awesome and I should cursty to you (But, I am not in the mood to put on a dress right now, especially a frilly one. Sorry...).

[Sproxie]

YES! Finally, a new chapter! Um, well everybody already said what I thought, So there is really no use in repeating it. I Loved it! I think I know where this is heading... (Only if I think what what A.S. stands for is right...)

[JazzyChick]

FINALLY! i've been waiting for so long! and guess what? it was well worth the wait. well, it was another brillant chap by Lord Welshi, what else could be expected? all of my favorite parts have already been posted, so i won't bother to write them again...

PLEASE may we have another chapter soon? (yes, i know i'm impatient, but its so awesome!)

[ShadowOfAGhost]

Considering that you have a lot of work to do for college (Uni) and the length of the chapter, I'd say that this one was right about on schedule. It was very well written (as you probably know) and I'd say the only thing that helped keep my sanity over the insane writing skill were the occasional typos.

RE: my earlier post about our heads exploading - I know this might sound strange, but it is DEAD SERIOUS! THIS ACTUALLY HAPENED! As I read this chapter, about mid-way through, I got a small nose bleed. no joke. :ack: :( Could this be some form of sign that I was right? Oh, God I hope not.

Until later...Good Work!

Shadow

[Starrysky]

That's very cool how you're tieing in episodes into your story. The description is great, and I like the touches of comedy in it too. I have absolutly no critisizim whatsoever to add to this review. All in all, this is a really great story so far. Keep it up! :D:D:D:D

[Aquagirl15]

wow. as usual this was funny and very good. but very doesn't even begin to cover it. i read this like three times before i got the joke but i'm slow anyway... :shrug: i don't know if you should be worried or not... i don't write too many essays. the thing w/ Robin and Cyborg was really funny and kinda how we teens tend to act too. we act serious about stupid things just to make a point. anyway post more soon this is wicked funny! :D

[Crowgirl]

Okay, I just thought of something. But I need to know this first: Is this story going to be serious or uh... not-serious? If it's not serious, I think I know where this is leading.

CG

P.S. Guess who finally finished another chapter of her story....:D

[Matt A]

I have a funny feeling that this is going to be another serious story, but because this is Welshie we're talking about I'm guessing that there will be plenty of comedic moments along the way. That quite what you were thinking of?

[Lord Welshi]

Okay, I just thought of something. But I need to know this first: Is this story going to be serious or uh... not-serious? If it's not serious, I think I know where this is leading.
Oh, you'll see...you'll see....

*dramatic tension building music, followed by maniacal laughter*

Lord Welshi

P.S: And just where do you think it's leading if it's not serious?

[Rae]

Dude, this is awsome!!!!

Can't think of anything else to say other than, no critisisms!

Rae

[Crowgirl]

And just where do you think it's leading if it's not serious?I'm putting this in spoilers because I have no clue if I'm right or wrong (but guessing from previous experiences in life, I think I'm wrong).

In the first chapter, I noticed you didn't follow the script as it was exactly. I'm guessing the story's main plot has to do with something about the TV show and it being it, but that's just a guess. And, of course, this will probably only work if it's not serious.

Yeah, I know, little really far-fetched.... But I can guess, can't I?

No? What do you mean no?!?!

[Lord Welshi]

Good guess crowgirl, but i am not spoiling it for anyone yet. let's just say that you could be right...then again, you could be wrong...then again, maybe both...wwwoooOOOoooo.....

have no fear starfire0639, you shall know what A.S stands for at the end of the next chapter...Until then, sit tight, new chapter in progress.

Lord Welshi

P.S. anyone who has read this, please please PLEASE check out Tales of Gotham. i want to know just how succesful my forray into other DC series was...

[Aquagirl15]

joy! we will know soon. and to add to what Whelshi said, yes, do go read Tales of Gotham right now, it's awesome! but aren't all his stories?
i noticed the script thing too but i didn't really think much about it cause i only saw a few differences. :shrug: new chapter soon!

P.S. if we all wait kindly and sliently maybe we'll get the new chapter sooner! :D

[Blue_Fire]

Sparklebunny is dead!! (I have absolutely no clue about anything right now.) :D

:D :D :D (I'm a little hyper. Eurobeat w00t!!:D )

[Lord Welshi]

Sparklebunny was my refernce to Megatokyo. If anyone's read it, you'll know that Largo's game character started a fire in order to cook one.

I shall get to writing a new chapter in the next couple days, but am busy atm working on concept character sketches for my webcomic. I'll post those on Deviantart as soon as i plug my sanner in....

Laters,

Lord Welshi

[Rae]

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Rae

P.S. Just incase you didn't get the point, I'm speechless

[Lord Welshi]

Before you read this post, I ask that you go to the "Lord Welshi Send-off" thread that TNC was kind enough to set up. Please read my comment there before you read this. Thankyou.



























April Fools! Bwahahahahaaaaa:evil: Did you guys seriously think I would quit writing? I mean really! Come on, it's like the only thing I'm any good at! Can't believe you all fell for it!:D Ah, I am so evil...

Anyway, as penance, behold, the third chapter of Titans, AS!

Chapter 2: Future Shock.

“Ok team, we’re dealing with a thief,” Robin’s voice said over the communicator. There was a slight crackle of static as he revved his bike, the vibrations of the two wheeled vehicle jostling the communicator nestled in its slot. “He’s attacking the museum on the east side. We have to…”

“Man, why are we dealing with a petty thief?” Cyborg’s voice interrupted, tinged with irritation. “Can’t the cops handle one small-time crook?”

Robin grunted. “They called us in for a reason, Cy. This isn’t some ‘petty thief.’”

“What makes you think that?” Cyborg glanced at Robin’s helmeted head on the screen. “He broke into a museum, so what?”

“This museum has one of the best security systems in the world, it would take someone of immense skill to break in,” came the reply.

“Dude,” Beast Boy said as he leaned forwards through the gap between the two front seats of the T-car, looking to Robin on the crackling screen, “who made the security system? Can’t be all that good if a thief breaks in!”

Robin’s eyes narrowed. “Wayne Enterprises,” he said.

“Whoa, really?” Beast Boy exclaimed. “That’s incredible.” He paused. “Uh…so what does that mean?”

“It means that this thief must have some extreme skills to break in,” Cyborg replied, turning the wheel of the car as he pulled up outside the museum. The engine stopped with a quiet purr before becoming silent. The mechanical teen pushed his door open. “But we’ll still take him down.”

Robin’s bike screeched to a halt, the screaming revs of the engine stopping dead. He pulled off his helmet, and his hair sprang into its usual well-groomed position. He looked up at the sky briefly, noting that the grey light of pre-dawn was creeping out over the city.

“Dude, where does he get his hair gel from?” Beast Boy asked Cyborg quietly.

“Not now, man.”

Starfire and Raven landed gently on the ground amidst the group of boys. Raven straightened her cloak, and Starfire looked towards Robin.

“Are we to enter the museum of old things and apprehend the criminal?” she asked, yawning. “I am already feeling quite weary.”

Robin was looking intently towards the large building ahead. It was ornate, obviously specifically designed by some architect who had a passion for the flamboyant. Large, marble columns had been made, propping up the roof to the front porch. Inside the porch were two glass doors, with simple push handles. Robin’s eyes narrowed as he walked forwards, looking across the entire front of the building, over two hundred metres across one side. The roof sloped up into a glass pyramid at the centre of the building.

“What is it?” Raven asked, noticing the intense look on their leader’s face.

“None of the alarms have been set off,” Robin said, not taking his eyes from the building.

“So?” Beast Boy said, moving purposefully towards the building less than ten metres ahead of him. “He’s just a very good thief, that’s what you said earlier.”

Robin shook his head. “Think about it. No alarms have been set off, there are no police here, and the guards obviously haven’t seen anything,” Robin, at this point, indicated the two armoured guards standing on the rooftop of the museum. “So…”

“…Who called us in?” Starfire finished for him.

“Who cares, let’s just go!” Beast Boy exclaimed, running towards the door.

“Beast Boy, wait!” Robin shouted, chasing after him, followed closely by the others.

Beast Boy reached the door, and yanked on the handle just as the others caught up to him. The door swung open. “Piece of cake!” the green teen said, leading the way inside. The others piled in behind him. There was a loud clang, and the dim light of the approaching dawn behind them was abruptly cut off as a huge steel door dropped. Robin whirled round.

“Beast Boy, you set off the security system!” Robin yelled as a siren started. It abruptly ceased, cut off mid-call.

“Uh…is that supposed to happen?” Raven asked.

“No, it’s not,” Robin replied. “There should have been more steel doors dropping down along the corridors to box us in, and the siren should have carried on until the police arrived.”

“So what happened?” Cyborg asked. “And how do you know so much about this security system?”

“I helped design it,” Robin muttered. “And I don’t know what happened; the thief must have shut off the alarm system. But what I don’t understand,” he continued, as he started down a corridor to the left, followed by the other Titans, “is why did he wait for someone else to set it off? It would have made more sense if he had disabled the security system entirely, rather than risking having some bumbling idiot set it off.”

“Heh heh, oops,” Beast Boy said, with enough dignity to look embarrassed.

It was just then that they saw the flash of light from the door at the end of the dark corridor.



The room was large and dark. A balcony circled the entire room, a second floor to the museum that led off into the darkness, to separate wings of the building that housed other exhibits. However, it was this exhibit that he was particularly interested in. This large room, filled with the ages, the time of centuries, was of most value and interest. In this one room, dozens of valuable time pieces had been collected, arrayed and displayed in fine fashion.

The room was illuminated by a circle of light, appearing in mid-air in the centre of the room. Its bright luminescence filled the room as the blinding light cascaded out of the portal, sheer radiance dispelling the shadows of the room. Then, a single line of darkness began to trace around portal, turning the face black as it swept around, but leaving the very edges to stream off their light. A figure stepped from the darkness, and into the room. The portal shut behind him, leaving the room once more bathed in the relative darkness of the approaching dawn.

The figure was tall, and dressed in armour: he wore a tight black body suit, which covered his torso, arms and legs; over this, he wore a golden breastplate, with a blue disc set in the centre. On his wrists and ankles he wore golden gauntlets and leg braces, and finally his gold helmet covered his head, but left his face visible. He looked around the room, briefly getting his bearings: no matter how many times you travelled through the very fabric of temporal reality, it always left you disoriented for a brief time.

He turned around, scanning the room with his eyes as the slight dizziness wore off. His eyes settled on one particular piece: set within a glass case was a clock. It had a suspended face, each of the numbers made of the best carved diamonds known to man, held within a blown-glass dome; beneath the clock face, held in place by a single, intricate piece of pure gold, was a pendulum system. However, this pendulum was not simply for decoration: the golden arms were balanced so perfectly, and rotated and swung in such perfect rhythm that this clock kept absolutely perfect time, and would never need winding or batteries. The small parts of the pendulum system resembled a tiny galaxy, spinning through the infinite reaches of space. It simply was perfect.

“Hey, stop!” a voice shouted through the darkness. The figure smiled. Was this the team he wanted? He turned, and was disappointed to see two guards standing behind him. They cocked their weapons, simple laser weapons designed to stun their target. He smiled: such simple technology. “Freeze!” the voice cried again from within the white armour of the guard.

“Freeze yourselves!” the golden-clad figure said. He waved his hand at the two guards, who were suddenly encased in ice, frozen solid in place. They would have a headache when they thawed out.

The figure turned back to the glass cabinet. “I didn’t journey back in time one hundred years to squabble, I came to steal,” he said to himself, enjoying the sound of his own voice. “Ah, the Clock of Eternity,” he continued,” Valuable in the past, priceless in the future.”

As he reached for it, there was a quiet hiss. A small, red disc smashed into the gold-covered hand. The man wrenched his hand back: the armour prevented the disc from breaking any bones, but it still jarred his hand. He turned around, knowing who he would face.

“For the present you’ll keep your filthy hands off it,” the figure at the front of the group said. He was dressed in a red and green uniform, with a black cape handing from his shoulders. He was accompanied four other teens: the pale girl who hid in the shadows of her cloak; the green skinned changeling; the cybernetic hulk; and the floating girl with emerald green eyes, dressed in purple.

“The Teen Titans oh this is a treat!” the man said as small lasers popped out of the armour covering his shoulders. “I read all about you in the historical archives. And now you’re all history!” he shouted as bolts of red energy fired out from his weapons.

“Titans! Go!” Robin shouted. The Titans leaped forward, dodging the blasts that sailed towards them.

The armoured male pivoted to his left, and fired again. Robin charged forward, pulling out his bo-staff as he ducked and weaved around the hot blasts of light. He parried a couple of shots with the staff. The thief shouts, and fires two shots simultaneously. They merge in mid-flight, creating a larger bolt of energy, which smashes Robin’s staff. The teen hero reluctantly retreats, forced back by the barrage.

A green ball of energy impacts the ground near the armoured thief’s feet. He steps back as Starfire flies in, firing her starbolts. The figure crosses his arms, shielding himself as they rain down around him, kicking up small chunks of debris. He deflected one back at the Tamaranian, knocking her out of the air. He lowered his arms, and was surprised to see a large green lion leaping toward him. He raised one arm, and a laser unfolded from the armour on his wrist. Beast Boy didn’t have time to stop himself as the blast hit him, immobilising him mid-leap.

Raven was levitating behind him. She closed her eyes, and raised her arms towards the ceiling. Two grandfather clocks were enveloped by black energy, and soared into the air. They slowed to a stop as they drew level with Raven, flanking her. “Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos!” she cried, throwing the large items down at the man. He waved his arms, and the fixtures flew off to either side of him, smashing harmlessly against the far walls. He smiled up at her, and fired a red beam from the small blue circle on his helmet, driving her to the ground.

A blue flash came from his left. He whirled, and was greeted by a large beam of compressed sound formed into pure energy. It connected, throwing up dust in the centre of the room as the figure vanished in the haze.

“Booya!” Cyborg yelled in triumph. The dust slowly cleared, and Cyborg’s face fell. The figure was standing tall amidst the settling dust, holding a single hand aloft. There was a small crackle of electricity in the air as he lowered the force field that had absorbed Cyborg’s blast. He smirked, and threw a small, circular, clawed object. It hit Cyborg in the chest. There was a small chime, and bright yellow bolts of electricity flashed around the bionic teen’s body.

“Draining my…power cell!” he groaned in pain, sinking to his knees and gritting his teeth.

“You cannot defeat Warp!” the armoured figure said, holding a disc between his fingers. “I am from the future!”

Robin charged forward, intent on taking down this time-thief that had incapacitated his team-mates with such apparent ease. Robin leaped into the air, shouting a loud cry of anger as he hurled his discs at Warp. Warp counteracted by throwing his own disc; his projectile seemed to expand slightly in mid-air, and sliced cleanly through Robin’s discs. It sailed past Robin, but arced around smoothly and flew towards his unprotected back. Starfire leaped from her position on the ground, and lifted the boy wonder aside as the lethal object sped by. It collided with the wall at the far end of the room, exploding on impact: a large, gaping hole was left, through which the full light of the newly-risen sun streamed through. Warp was silhouetted against the bright dawn, which temporarily blinded Robin and Starfire.

“You relics are one hundred years out of date!” Warp said scornfully, smirking broadly at them. He lifted the Clock of Eternity easily out of the glass case as his hand passed through the glass itself. He held it tightly, smiling as he gazed upon its flawless perfection. “Yes,” he mumbled, “this is priceless.”

He stepped across the gallery, past the still-frozen Beast Boy, over the powerless Cyborg, and swept past the dazed Raven. He touched the blue circle on his breastplate: a blue light shone forwards, stopping at a point in mid air as it opened a portal back to his own time. He turned a small ring that circles his blue disc, and a black line traced around the portal again, turning the bright light to a deep black.

“Ta-ta, Titans,” Warp said haughtily. “I have enjoyed our time together, but I’ve got a very bright future ahead of me.”

Starfire and Robin struggled to rise. They were the closest to Warp, and the only ones able to even move. Warp turned away from them, ready to exit. Starfire screamed in rage, balling her fists as her eyes shone a brilliant green. She flew straight towards him at an incredible speed. Warp, in surprise, turned to see her flying at him.

“What?” he said in shock.

Starfire ploughed into him, her balled fists striking him hard in the stomach, just below his breast plate. Warp doubled over, the air pushing its way out of his lungs. Starfire’s momentum carried them both into the dark portal.

“Starfire!” Robin shouted, hurling himself forwards. The portal winked out of existence an instant before he could enter. Off balance, he hit the floor hard, skidding a few metres on his side, and stopped, sprawled across the floor. He was breathing hard. He forced himself up, and looked around the room, but couldn’t see her.

“Starfire!” he hollered.

But there was no answer, as the dawn light illuminated the scene of the destroyed museum room. Starfire was gone.

[Rae]

Okay, i admit that i fell for the april fools trick, but since you came back with an amazing chapter i won't try to track you down and attack you:D!

Any who, i have a random guess...Is AS about what happened in between when Star vanished and when she appeared in the future?

Just a guess

Rae

[ShadowOfAGhost]

well, I was going to put something nice as a farewell... but that wasnt nice. oh well, I'll put it here anyway

"The proper office of a friend is to side with you when you are in the wrong. Nearly anybody will side with you when you are in the right."
- Samuel L. Clemens, Notebook, 1898

The chapter was excelent work, and I did have a sneaking suspicion you wouldn't give up after you had already put so much time into the previous two chapters. But I figured you, of all people, would never be so cruel. but I wont pretend the you didnt get me. I admit, I even sent a PM to t NC making sure that any traditions were carried out.

anyway back to the chapter...
Like I said, excelent work. There were a few occasions when I thought the wording was a little....weak, I guess is the best word. for example: It was just then that they saw the flash of light from the door at the end of the dark corridor.
anyway, this was still good work, and I am beggining to see a recurring pattern of sunlight and the sunrising. Perhaps will that be used as a means of dictating and displaying the passage of time throught the story?

and I still have no idea what A.S. stands for....

[starfire0639]

Eek you have no idea how hard it was to keep this all a secret Welshie!You owe me big...well a minumul medium favor will surfice.Oh and reading this chapter over again was even cooler........Wow,its really cool how everyone like so totally would have missed you if you left.Even more cool is that your writing leaves an impression like it does.:anime: But still one question is in my mind....what the heck does A.S stand for!!!???







Happy April Fool's everyone oh ya...it was oodles of fun keeping this trick under wraps Welshie!I so love knowing things other people don't.Thus ne ne i knew something you guys didn't!:anime:
ash

[nevermore]

That was one of the cruelest April Fools jokes you could have played!!! :mad: :mad: :mad: It's not even funny.

Well anyway, I'll forget my anger for a moment to review. I think A.S. stands for After Starfire, cause I'm guessing that this is about what happens to the Titans after Stirfire disappears. I could be wrong, but it's the only thing that came to mind.

It was a good chapter with a lot of description. I don't have much else to say except continue writing.

[Matt A]

Well, it's very nice to see the Welshman return in fine style. I too don't know what AS means, but for now I don't much care. Good work, matey-boy!:anime: :anime: :anime: :anime: :anime:

Oh, and I too knew about the prank. It gave me perhaps the funniest fourty-eight hours of my life...:evil:

Ta,
Matt A

[nevermore]

Does A.S. stand for After Starfire? It seems to work cause Starfire disappeared. I just want to know.

Well, we have learned a valuable lesson here...Never trust anyone on April Fools day.

[JAG]

That was pretty sick, Welshi. :mad: Glad to hear you're not leaving though!:D

The chapter was good, but I noticed that during the fight, in one scene you make it sound (to me anyway) like it's being told as it happens, and in others, like it's being told afterwards. Example:

"Starfire flies in, firing starbolts. The figure crosses his arms, and the bolts were deflected."

You see what I mean? If not, it dosn't really matter, just thought I'd point that out. Keep up the good work, and it'll be interesting to see what happened in the 20 years Starfire was gone, assuming that is what you write.

[Kregor8]

Man - you just proved again why you are one of the greats. Amazing detail, and stunning adherence to the episode. It's like a dirrector's cut, just better. Wow. I think there might have been a sentence or two that could have been re-writen, but since I always edit and re-edit my chapters up till the time I post them (and sometimes even after), getting away with a weak sentence is good enough for me.

L. Welshi, when are you going to reveal what A.S. means? And when am I going to get credit for guessing it before the story even started? :D (Selfish me)

7<regor

[Aquagirl15]

You know that was really evil cause I was gone when the whole thing happened and I fell for it even though I wasn't here!! I feel really stupid now. :sweat:

Anyway yes, the chapter was excelent. I am another one that has no clue what AS stands for, but sooner or later we'll probably find out. No matter what I read by you LW I always feel like I can see what's going on, the description is that good.

But I still can't believe you did that to us. :( :mad: :eek:

[Vivace]

Welshi you rock!

Why didn't I think of 'leaving the forum?'

Well probably because only a fraction of the forum would care. EVERBODY (even people in my school who think I'm a nerd for writing fan fiction) knew about you leaving.

Man that was...Azerbijan.

[T.T.Raven4]

Well, I must say the begining that you created was excellent, but I have yet to be impressed. The last couple chapters seem to have been nothing but copying a transcript. Now of course you've addes sprucy adjectives and stuff which gives an excellent touch, but I still cease to be impressed by the Great Welshi writing. I know it will all lead into something big that will leave my jaw open, but until I see it, that is my view.

[Lord Welshi]

CHAPTER THREE, CHAPTER THREE, CHAPTER THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Now don't ask for more for at least a few days, i got 2 more 3 hours exams to worry about before i even consider writing another chapter. You're damned lucky i was inspired to write this tonight! LUCKY, I SAY!

Now, enjoy. please. or i'll cry.

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Chapter 3: Temporal Reality and Causality.

Time travel is an interesting experience. I personally developed a part of the technology, tested it, got results and made adjustments as necessary. The fact that many hundreds of scientists believe that it is impossible is beside the point: to prove time travel to them, just open a portal to the Minoan period and throw them in there. Or throw them into the middle of the Peloponnesian war, if the desire so grabs you: I here being stuck in the middle of a war between Greek hoplites around four-thirty-one BC is a great way to see the past.


Well, for a brief time, anyway. A human dressed in strange garments appearing in a blinding flash of light is going to get noticed; especially when said human has landed on the battlefield directly between two opposing forces of hoplite heavy infantry who are currently charging at each other. Getting crushed between two heavy bronze shields is a quick way of experiencing warfare before the creation of black powder.

But, as I said, this fact is a little beside the point: my original point was that time travel was an interesting experience. Now, I don’t know if any of you happen to have advanced physics, astro-physics or even just plain old science degrees of any form, so I’ll try to explain this as close to laymen’s terms as I can: time travel is possible. I can tell you this from personal experience, but I’m afraid all other travellers through the temporal plain were involved in a battle somewhere in ancient Greece. I hear one of them was actually conscripted into the Athenian army. Though, again, that’s off topic.

The science behind time travel is what I was originally going to try explaining, so here it is: Einstein, one of the greatest minds of the 20th century, had a little theory. Anything that could reach the speed of light, its travel through time would stop: yes, perhaps this is an over-simplification, but as I said, laymen’s terms. So, his theory continued, if the object could travel faster than light, it would travel backwards in time. One thing that travels at the speed of light is light itself: as much as I and many of my contemporaries may hate to admit, we have yet to discover the secret between actually developing faster-than-light travel.

Again, I digress.

So, by using light itself, we found that, by focussing it through lenses of varying thickness and focus, we could marginally adjust its speed. This was when we made a startling discovery, something that Einstein and, indeed, all of physics had overlooked, or perhaps had not needed to think about: if anything that travels at the speed of light stops in time, how does light actually travel at all? Turns out, light is a fraction of a microsecond slower than we originally thought, meaning we were still far from creating time travel. This was where things got a little complicated: you see, if light itself cannot travel at the speed it’s supposed to, how could anyone hope to even achieve that speed in order to pass through time? This was where a magnetic field came in handy. See, the fact that light passes through air means that it inevitably must pick up particles as it moves: yes, light is intangible and not truly a physical presence with solid form, but it does create micro changes in the atmosphere around it: heat. So, using a magnetic field, my team and I managed to trap tiny particles in the air, and expose the resulting miniscule clump of ‘debris’ to a focussed ray of light. Needless to say, the first experiment was a failure: we weren’t even sure what we were looking for, but the clump of particles exploding with the force of a small grenade was not what we were looking for.

Well, actually it was, but we didn’t know that yet. See, we were still, at the time, focussed on somehow removing the heat from the light in Earth’s atmosphere (no, not all of it, that would be stupid, just the heat from the rays we were using). We assumed that by removing the heat, there would be fewer changes in the movement of particles in the air surrounding the light, and hopefully we could achieve…something. I forget what exactly, because someone deleted the original files for that particular experiment. The fact that before we even started that experiment I realised it was hugely flawed barely factors into it. See, even if we removed the particles from the air, there was no real point: there are no particles in space, and light travels from the sun to Earth through space. Meaning we were simply recreating space in our living rooms (well, it was actually a multi-million pound science research facility, but you get the idea.) This, though a small achievement in itself, was not what we had been hoping for.

So, we went back to the magnetic field. We were convinced that by increasing the power to the generators, and by further focussing the ray of light, we could create a small stasis field where a single ray of light would be frozen in time as it reached its maximum velocity. We attempted this, and ended up with the same result. Well, actually, the explosion was a bit louder and involved a lovely green and purple sparkle, but it was still a failure. And the government, having seen no definitive results for almost two years, were considering pulling the plug. It was actually a blind sight of luck that brought the result my team had been looking for: someone had, rather carelessly, left another one of our projects on a table that was inside the magnetic field area. This particular project was a device that could exponentially multiply the amount of kinetic energy given by any source. Of course, you probably know that it is impossible to create energy from nothing; you need some form of energy, and that is transferred into another form of energy. Likewise, you cannot simply ‘destroy’ energy; it is transferred as something else. Take a bicycle for example: attaching the device anywhere, you would pedal as normal. Now, kinetic energy is what gets you moving, but some energy is always lost in other forms: sound, heat and so on. The device, quite simply, converts the wasted energy into kinetic energy, meaning that with the same amount of pedalling, you would get more kinetic energy, which in turn would allow you to move faster.

So, this device has been left in the field area. And none of us notice it. So, we turn on the field, and use the focussed ray of light again. Cue the explosion: or, rather, what appeared to be an implosion: the light and heat energy from the small explosion are sucked right into the new energy device, immediately turning it into kinetic energy and transferring it to the nearest moving object: the ray of light. Though light may not be a solid physical item, it still moves, though it moves in waves: this, however, did not change the fact that the ray of light was now moving faster than the previously given speed of light. And the result was rather interesting. The ray of light hit a point somewhere in mid air, an area with a high concentration of microscopic particles. Rather than creating an explosion, the light formed a large, shimmering circle in mid air. Now, you probably know as well as I do that light moves: hell, it’s what I’ve been saying for the last ten minutes! So how can the light form a circle in mid air, which doesn’t just instantly disappear? Well, light travels at a certain speed: however, when it hit that cluster of particles, it immediately slowed down to a tiny portion of its normal speed. The circle, however, still contains the same amount of energy, which has to go somewhere. Some of it siphons off into the surrounding area, causing no more difference to the immediate environs than turning on a torch in a well-lit room. The rest of it, however, confined within the roiling mass of kinetic energy that forms a semi-solid ring, focuses inwards, tearing a small hole in the very fabric of space and time.

A fascinating discovery. Even more fascinating are the sudden visions of what I could do with this technology: however, I must bide my time until the device is fully tested and prepared. Which, within another very quick month, it is, designed into a simple set of gold-coloured body-armour created from a newly discovered alloy that can pass through the portal totally unscathed. Preliminary tests showed that the, for lack of a better word, ‘edges’ of the time rift could tear apart human skin and clothing in seconds if touched, so understandably some form of protection was needed. Hey, how would you feel if miniscule parts of your largest organ were left scattered across the Roman Empire, or left in some shell-scorched trench in World War Two? So I walked in and donned the suit, placing the small, silver-platinum kinetic-light disc into the chest cavity. I knew I could leave no witnesses, so I dumped them in the middle of the Peloponnesian War, as I mentioned earlier, along with two scientists who had scoffed at my work previously and tried to discredit me.

I wonder what the Greeks do with witches?

So, I took the suit, and opened a rift that led fifty years into the future. Locating my bank, I found that the small fortune of money I had left in there has increased massively through interest. Of course, as more money was earned, so the interest rate increased. Withdrawing the entire amount, I could know afford to make the desired changes to the suit: what use was armour without some form of weaponry? Shoulder mounted kinetic-force blasters (just call them lasers, if you must), magnetic field generators, and a personal favourite which was inspired by a historical documentary I once watched, golden discs that could tear through almost anything.

I was ready, and just needed a target. I began with petty thievery at first, and used the profits from my stolen goods to open more bank accounts further in the past. Of course, I knew that I had to do this, because I was now receiving letters from banks I’d never heard of before I’d even had the original idea, which meant I had already gone back in the future to the past to open these accounts and procure vast amounts of money. If I didn’t go back into the past to open the accounts, then…oh, my head hurts just thinking about it. The one major drawback of time travel is the immense paradoxes that have to be dealt with.

I was now ready for the big leagues. I wanted to go down in history as the greatest thief of all time. I read a report on a case that had been closed years ago by the police: the Clock of Eternity, stolen from Jump City. And the Titans had failed to stop the criminal.

Well, of course, how could I resist? I’d already done it. It would be a great plan. It was only when I opened the portal that the thought occurred: if I’d already stolen the clock, why did the report say that the criminal had been unidentified? Well, I could change that: just do the stereo-typical villain cliché of speaking about myself in the third person every few sentences. Although if I’d done that, then it would have mentioned my new villain name in the report: Warp. Another temporal paradox.

Well, at least I’d have a nice clock.

However, I did not count on the Titans being quite as much of a nuisance as they were: historical documents can only provide so much information, and those kids could do things I’d never imagined. I merely needed to immobilise them, and make my escape. After fighting them off, I grabbed that precious clock, and opened a portal.

“Ta-ta, Titans!” I had said oh-so-wittily. Ah, I remember my naïve confidence at those words, thinking I had bested quite possibly the toughest crime-fighting unit in the history of the world. As I stepped through, the red-haired girl leaped after me, diving headlong into me and forcing us both inside the temporal rift.

So now I was struggling with this incredibly strong teenaged girl, fighting to keep hold of the clock. I did not count on her grabbing the kinetic-light disc right from the chest cavity, the clock, and managing to push me out of the time stream! Don’t ask how I survived the tumble out into the sharpness of null-space. Without the controlling properties of the temporal device, I was essentially dropping out of time at an alarming rate. Of course, that girl must have damaged the disc in the struggle: only the disc’s shutting down completely could have made the time rift collapse as it did.

Another thing I should explain: the time rift works almost like a time line: you must travel a certain distance along it in order to get further into the past or the future. So, when I dropped out of the rift, I had no idea where I was. Investigation (newspaper date) informed me I had dropped five years into the future. From the date the Clock of Eternity was stolen.

Meaning I was stuck in the past.

Without my temporal device.

Ah, crap.

[Starfire5]

oOoOoOoOoOh THAT WAS GOOD! While reading that i felt like Warp! Good job with all that scientific stuff.
My head is starting to hurt :p

And this is where i usually say can't wait for more....but you have exams so i WONT!!!

Exam's are soo fricken annoying!

:D Mya

[JAG]

At long last, a new chapter! Boo-yah!:D

As Mya said, great job with the science.

Those exams sound like they suck.:(

[starfire0639]

Whats funny is that my final course of science and mathmatical history in the university was based on qountum minipulation,time velocity,and the summitrical balance of the outer intervals of space.So this was actually very easy to fallow........Ya I know this type of stuff.Im not a moron you know!? Anywho that was a really good chapters.Structed and you have to read every last word to understand and fallow it.Which is a goiod thing don't get me wrong.So thumbs up Welshie.You will go alright on your exams.JUst study all you can and remember all you can and rest all you can and you'll do fine.Pinky promise.

ash-miester,fellow renegade master

[Matt A]

My Lord is back! Yeah!:anime: :anime: :anime: :anime: :anime:

Anyway, that chapter was as good as could be expected. A fairly lengthy Douglas Adams-style science-explanation piece (I'm guessing that was the look you were aiming for...;) ) - which was actually remarkably easy to follow, and just as funny - morphed with quite stunning ease into a quick bio of Warp and how he now seems to be in remarkable trouble: all in all, very impressive. I would say well done, but that'd be a bit patronizing for someone in your position...:p

One more thing, though: exactly who will this story be following? Star, Warp, the other Titans, or someone else altogether? Either way, I'll probably enjoy finding out.;)

-Matt A-

[Rae]

Now my hand and my head hurt! (i've pulled a muscle in my hand some how so i'm sitting here with an ice pack on it, making my typing very slow)

Anyway, i managed to follow the jist of it and it sounded interesting and i liked the whole paradox thing, good bit of detail that some people forget about.

I wish you the best of luck in your exams!

Rae

[Aquagirl15]

Although a lot of that stuff just went right over my head, I think I understand most of it at least. At first I had no idea who was telling the chapter, but then I caught on and wow... I don't think any of us expected Warp to be depicted as a scientist trying to figure out time travel.

I still have no idea what A.S. stands for though. :sad:

[decka]

Wow, you never stop amazing me do you? Well this is a great chapter I really like this story! Can't wait till you post more!!:anime:

[Edd]

Very entertaining, very intelligent, and very well written. :anime: The science of it was pretty elaborate and realistic (as far as science fiction goes, anyway) and adjusted to fit the animated Warp's technology perfectly. :D

And it took a much different direction than expected. :eek: I now wonder if this will follow either the Titans or Warp; previously, I had assumed it would just follow the Titans but now I'm not so sure.

[Anime]

Likewise, you cannot simply ‘destroy’ energy; it is transferred as something else. Take a bicycle for example: attaching the device anywhere, you would pedal as normal. Now, kinetic energy is what gets you moving, but some energy is always lost in other forms: sound, heat and so on. The device, quite simply, converts the wasted energy into kinetic energy, meaning that with the same amount of pedalling, you would get more kinetic energy, which in turn would allow you to move faster.

So, this device has been left in the field area. And none of us notice it. So, we turn on the field, and use the focussed ray of light again. Cue the explosion: or, rather, what appeared to be an implosion: the light and heat energy from the small explosion are sucked right into the new energy device, immediately turning it into kinetic energy and transferring it to the nearest moving object: the ray of light. Though light may not be a solid physical item, it still moves, though it moves in waves: this, however, did not change the fact that the ray of light was now moving faster than the previously given speed of light. If my brain wasn't hurting so much, I'd say I remember (which uses the brain) that from JL: Hereafter, where Batman explains to Alfred the Law Conservaton of Mass thingy. But that was still different.;) I wonder what the Greeks do with witches?Don't we all.

Warp was perty cool in this, but it seemed like the chapter was missing something... I can't put my finger on it, but I know it's there... hmm... darn!

Well, if my brain starts *zap* w-wo-working *zap* again *zap* then I'll be *zap* sure to post it in.

[Alpha Man]

Warp was perty cool in this, but it seemed like the chapter was missing something... I can't put my finger on it, but I know it's there... hmm... darn!I agree. I also thought that your interpretation of Warp was quite authentic, and IMO, you captured his character quite well.

That was really realistic as well. This Science Fiction portion of your fic was most enjoyable.I wanted to go down in history as the greatest thief of all time.I believe it was Matt who said, "Another Idea Blagged!" Though in this sense I think you meant in time itself.;) Oh well.

Darn you, Lord Welshi!:sweat:

[Blue_Fire]

Cool! New chappie! I laughed. Yeah. I laughed. Can't say my brain hurts. Actually, that made sense. And after I just took the SAT's. o_O I'm not usually one to get these sorts of things, but then again, I was the one to have the theory of negative dimensions...yah.

Hope to see more as soon as you can get around to writing it (an dhope fully I can learn how wot tueop :\)

Can you tell I'm having fun with colors? :P lol

[JazzyChick]

two words: freakin' awesome

'nuff said.

-JazzyC

P.S. finals suck. espically ones that involve math. my head still hurts from that one. butt... *breaks out into song and dance* I'M OUTTA SCHOOL!!!! YAY!

[Lord Welshi]

Thank you all for your comments. I am glad you haven't forgotten me in my absence, and I'm glad that my writing is still appreciated. Exams have left me without much creativity, to say the least, so i have spent much time just recuperating, relaxing, and downloading the entire works of Splashdown. It may be illegal, but since their production comapny went bust, the only way to obtain their music is through the internet.

Anyway, here is chapter four. feel very...meh about it. It's not what i hoped. As you may notice, i have given Warp a much larger background than the show ever gave him: he was such an underdevloped character that i decided to give him his own history, his own story: A.S will have several chapters from his perspective, and some from the Titan's perspective.

Starfire will not be making an appearance :p

Anyway, chapter 4. Like i said, tis very...meh.

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Chapter four: Flesh and Blood

When last you left me, I was discussing how I travelled into the past to steal an item of great value, and was confronted by the Teen Titans. As I said in our last meeting, they were a very tough crime fighting team, even though they were only teenagers. Goodness knows how powerful they would have become if they had remained a team. But that’s not for discussion at the moment.

So, as I said, I had been fighting the Titans, and successfully subdued them. Or so I had thought: the red-haired alien girl followed me into my time-rift, and managed to take both the Clock of Eternity and the kinetic-light temporal device, and knocking me out of the time stream. Something I glossed over last time was my tumble through the rip in time and space itself: I asked you not to question me about this; however it is obvious you will not rest until I describe this grizzly account to you. Believe me, I draw no pleasure from generating such a disturbing narrative for you or your readers, but each detail is true. Perhaps your editors will remove this? Let us hope they do.

Before I begin, however, allow me to issue one more warning: I still have nightmares about my drop through time. Sometimes, I even feel the pain I felt when I was actually experiencing the event: whether this is some result of temporal consequence and the dynamics of my own cellular structure becoming altered, or if I’m just going batty and imagining it all, I may never know: your technology has not yet reached an advanced enough stage to do the necessary tests. I don’t even know if the technology in my time could detect fluctuations in temporal reality on such a small scale, since time travel was still thought impossible when I created the device.

Ah, yes, you are quite right, I mean my team and I created the device. Yes, yes, by accident, yes. Would you like me to recount my falling through time?

With the temporal device removed from my armour, I was left to fall through the ‘wall’ of the temporal rift. The wall itself is a physical representation of the flowing of time through the universe: time itself is the fourth dimension: each dimension has a form or shape, and time is exactly the same. However, the nature of time means that humans cannot see its passing in the literal sense unless they are suitably removed from their true dimension of physical space and moved into the temporal rift. This allows them to perceive the flowing of time.

Yes, I said flowing of time. The wall of the temporal rift is quite simply a mixture of varying hues of purple that moves in ripples and waves, as water does: it quite literally flows. Ever wonder why at certain points, time seems to just disappear? That is because, with the fluid ebbs and flows of the time stream, your perception of time is altered on a miniscule scale that you cannot perceive in the true sense, yet you feel as though there has been less or more time passed than there actually has.

I do apologise, I realise that my scientific account for last week’s edition of your prestigious newspaper may have been a bit much for your target demographic, but such is the nature of time travel. Indeed, such is the nature of me.

Well, to put things in terms your readership may understand, let’s get to the ‘nitty-gritty,’ shall we? As I have said several times, I was now falling through the time stream with no form of controlling my descent. As I neared the wall of the rift, I hoped that my armour would offer some protection: the armour itself, however, is designed only for brief brushes with this wall of time, not to be fully immersed and pushed though it without some form of controller. I remember that first moment of impact with perfect clarity; such was its effect on me.

As the armour touched the rift wall, great golden sparks flared outwards, blinding me momentarily such was my proximity to the brightness. I could feel the grinding, almost tearing sensation as the entire left shoulder pad was thrust out of the rift. My shoulder was now, essentially in a different part of time, and my body was wrenched backwards forcibly by this one part of my body: such force cannot be endured, and my shoulder inevitably had to give way. I don’t remember screaming: it is quite possible that I did, but I shall never know for certain. As I hurled backwards through the tunnel of time, my left arm sank through the wall. I remember it felt like thick tar, but I had little time for contemplating this or analysing it as a searing pain shot up through my arm. It spread into my spinal column, the neurons in my body sending impulses to my brain, informing me that something was happening to my body that was not good for it.

The pain seemed to last for an eternity, as only my left appendage was held by an unseen yet very real force in the null-space beyond the time wall. I could feel the armour buckle inwards like tin foil under a brick: the metal pierced the flesh, the blood that flowed back into the time stream to meet my eyes was devoid of colour: I can only hypothesise that the aging process outside the time stream was continuing as normal, meaning my blood had effectively been out of my body for approximately three and a half years by that point. However, I was still travelling along the time stream, so by this point I must have reach about year four of the travel.

As my face neared the time wall, I knew that I was in a serious predicament: through the purple haze of the fluidity of time, I could see my arm bent at an unnatural angle. As I watched, there was an immense surge that felt like I had left my stomach behind. If I hadn’t screamed previously, at this point I must have done: a deep, dark purple pool of time surged forwards along the wall, and passed across my arm.

Forgive me, this is difficult to recount to you. I have trouble even admitting it to myself. You see, that pool of time was an anomaly: it was not a natural occurrence within time itself. Had I just sunk into the wall of time, I would have been deposited five years from my point of departure in the Titan’s lives, battered, bruised, and with a broken arm. This pool of time, however, made things much worse. It was the tearing of my skin that terrified me: the bones already broken, all that was left holding my arm together was flesh, muscle and sinew. If you had ever torn a ligament, you will know that it makes an audible snapping sound as it is destroyed. You see, my arm was now well and truly caught within the pool of time, and it was now moving further along the wall. My torso, however, was not.

Come, come, don’t look so sceptical. How do you think I got this prosthetic limb? In some ways, it is better than the original: however, there is no true substitute for one’s own flesh and blood.

I watched in horror as my dismembered appendage was torn from my shoulder: the agony was unbelievable, and yet sweet, comforting unconsciousness eluded me. As I writhed in my tormented pain, a buffet in the time stream submerged me completely into the wall of time. I could feel the skin on my remaining hand and my face begin peeling as the forces of physics tore at me, thrusting me through the swirling time stream. It was at this point that something occurred that I did not believe possible: I dropped completely from the time stream itself. I was moving at the relative speed of light: dropping out of the time stream as I did, I was now exposed to the laws of this dimension’s physics: friction being the most noticeable. My speed of travel dropped remarkably quickly as I entered the air.

When I finally touched down upon the cold, hard ground, I must have been travelling at approximately two hundred kilometres per hour. Thankfully, the armour I was wearing, so designed to withstand the buffets of time, easily withstood the impact with the ground. Once I had come to a stop, about three hundred metres beyond my initial point of impact, I managed to look at my surroundings. I appeared to have dropped into a large street, and there were several bystanders staring at me. I vaguely recall incoherent shouts and screams as they noticed the bloody trail underneath the left shoulder pad of my armour: my arm had been torn off clean at the shoulder, leaving the golden sheen of armour and a horrid, grizzly torn black material, dripping with a dark liquid.

Ha, yes, I suppose my tale has become precisely that: to you, it must seem nothing more than a fantasy. Yes, my left arm does look remarkably real for a replacement, doesn’t it? Even down to the imperfections in the skin. You don’t believe that it’s prosthetic? Well I can understand your dubious nature: even this facility is unaware that it is not my own flesh and blood. However, I think the time is right.

Allow me to show you just what this fake arm of mine can do!




+++Recording ends+++

[Alpha Man]

Firsties! Darn! I mean... secondies! Oh drat! Well... Woop Woop! Another chap from the post-grad expertise of Lord Welshi!Well, to put things in terms your readership may understand, let’s get to the ‘nitty-gritty,’ shall we?Okay, the chapter was great, but (if you want my opinion) please don't address the rest us as stupid. Yes, I am, but it makes be cry when the author speaks to his audience as if he was their superior. You very well may be, Lord Welshi, but you don't need to rub it in our faces.:crying:

In the swallo' of shame,
Alpha Man

[Lord Welshi]

Alpha, that was not an attack on my readers. This is Warp. He's an aloof, cold-hearted evil maniac. He is alos, if you cannot guess from the story, being interviewd by a newspaper. He is targeting the readers of said newspaper: the implication is the newspaper is, in fact, a tabloid. Of the sort that says "martians land in washington!". After all, i'm sure "Tiem travelling Thief!" would make just as good a headline.

I would not attack my readers in a story.

Unless it was very, very sublte :evil:

Lord Welshi, tired of having to explain things to people.

[Matt A]

Personally, I think the whole idea of Warp insulting who he was telling his narrative to is the funniest thing I've read all day. Very post-modern and all that.:anime: :anime: :anime:

Oh, and Welshi finally gets round to doing gory! That, I think, is worthy of a celebration in itself, and definitely proves wrong Welshi's claim that the above chapter was a pile of crap. Maybe not amongst his best, to be sure, but still far above the skills of us mere mortals.:p

-Matt A-

[starfire0639]

Allow me to show you just what this fake arm of mine can do!




+++Recording ends+++........Sorry to say I had to think what that meant....But knowledge is power yes?:anime: Anywho good chapter. Not 'cus it was Welshie wrote it but meerely 'cus it rocked.Nothing more nothing less. Warp and a newsreporter...kinda funny to picture it. So write some more and I shall read it. And would you really backlash your readers publicly Welshie??? I highly doubt it.

ash-meister

[Aquagirl15]

Well thankfully that chapter was eaiser to understand. It is interesting to read things from Warp's point of view. But I wonder what the big deal with Warp's arm is...

[Starfire5]

Yeah i agree with Aquagirl much easier...

Mya (feeling a little stupid today)

[Edd]

Very nice. :anime:

I'm wondering if the Titans' chapters will be in the same first-person format... It would work well and interestingly, just as it has for Warp, but I think (though you may have decided this already) that by the end you should explain when and why this is being reported. I love hearing it from Warp's perspective (and I love how he's mocking the readers :p ), but unless an explaination is given at some point about this "newspaper", the reporter thing bugs me a bit. I don't think that would detract from my enjoying the story, though. ;)

[Lord Welshi]

but I think (though you may have decided this already) that by the end you should explain when and why this is being reported. I love hearing it from Warp's perspective (and I love how he's mocking the readers :p ), but unless an explaination is given at some point about this "newspaper", the reporter thing bugs me a bit. I don't think that would detract from my enjoying the story, though. ;)
I don't tend to include things in a story that won't have an impact or be explained. There is a reason for Warp's being interviewed, and there is a reason for the prostethic limb. There is also a reason that some chapters are told from his perspective.

And you've already seen how the titan's scenes are: they are told in the third person. Yes, having both narratives in first person would eb interesting, but i personally like the cotnrast in perspectives: i feel that there have been plenty of stories with first person narratives on the titans, but not enough on the villains. It also helps differentiate betweent he different time lines.

And now i've said too much. You may pick up on something in there that i hadn't wanted to reveal, but there we are.

Lord Welshi

[Rae]

I'm loving this!

It's great the way you go into such description and are able to find such a cool history from a character that appeared once in the show! I don't think i would be able to come up with something half this good!

Rae

[starfire0639]

My brain is still lacked in cells from trying to figure out what that A.S stands for...so I let my mind wonder some more and I came up with this theory that sorta of minipulates the general idea in your story Welshie.I'v gone over this idea with two of my freinds and...the outcome was short.So lets see how you react to it.

What is time exactly? Its our past and our present.If were in the present then how could there be future.Our future would be our present when the time come to it.

The thought of traveling to the past seems more officient in belief becuase it has already happened. The future is a different story in all.The future has yet to happen so how can we fast foward to it with just a simple misfiguration of the time-space continuim? The fact of the matter is its virtually impossible to speak in a true manner about it actually going down. You can't think up any way to truly describe how it could all happen without brining up a theory about what could happen.

All that the fact of time travel is left to what could or couldn't happen and if or not it did.So in the case of time travel as used in your story there is in now.

Yes these are my words.No I didn't steal; them.And now that I'v said it.I am thru letting my mind wonder till the next chapter.I duely await it Welshie.

Ash-meister,fellow renegade master

[Blue_Fire]

Very nice. :D Very interesting view of Warp's. Hope you update soon. (yes, I like updates ;) )