AAOOOSC! Junior Powers!
Go Jump In The Lake
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After no luck of Brett finding the Rink Destroyer in Moose Jaw or retrieving his home ice rink, he decided to return to the headquarters.
The night has fallen in Chicago, pouring its shadows in all areas. The waters of Lake Michigan is inky with the moonlight dimly glittering on its ripples. The sidewalk lamp posts lining both sides of the walkway by the shore are casting eerie spotlights on Brett’s path.
Brett peers ahead, making out the dock camouflaged in the dark to his right. He begins to approach it, keeping his eyes on it to not lose his destination.
Suddenly, he spots a shadow arising from the dock. He halts dead in his tracks, not moving a muscle with sharp eyes on it.
The shadow advances toward him and glides into the light, revealing himself. It is the Rink Destroyer standing intrepidly. His visor gleams in the light as his keeps his head toward Brett, giving him a bold appearance.
Brett’s eyes immediately flash at the sight of the man as fury curls up from inside him. "It’s you," he growls. With bared teeth and lowered eyebrows, he storms up to him. "It’s you who wrecked our rinks!" He halts a foot away from him with his left arm behind his back.
From behind him, his heavy-duty gun forms over his hand.
The Rink Destroyer stays still, not appearing fazed one bit.
"You will pay for every single one of them!" Immediately, Brett extends his arm from behind and fires red energy mercilessly at him.
The bullets whizz at the Rink Destroyer, instantly blasting into sparks of red inches from him. He stands motionless with a frown below his visor.
With an enraged expression, Brett continues launching rounds of bullets at him as the light from the spewing projectiles reflect from his face.
Instantly, the light is cut off, including the emission of bullets. Clunking sounds take its place: CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK!
Brett peers at his gun with worried eyes. "Ohhh, no, no, no, no, no, nooo!" He attempts to work the gun, yet it jerks back, notifying him it is jammed.
With ire, he unclips his Wrist-Moto with his other hand, which is at the butt of the gun, and yanks it from his wrist. He then swings the gun-smartwatch behind his shoulder before thrusting it at the Rink Destroyer with harsh speeds.
The large device strikes the Rink Destroyer’s visor with neck-breaking force.
"GAH!" The masked man flies backward and crashes onto the ground, skidding to a halt on his back. Immediately, he rushes back onto his feet, facing Brett once again.
His visor now has the butt of the gun and the Wrist-Moto protruding out from it, creating more jagged cracks on its surface.
The Rink Destroyer dips his head, his thick hair hanging down, grabs ahold of the smartwatch, and tugs at it once. The device is yanked out along with his shattered visor.
The glass pieces from the mask tinkle onto the ground, echoing in the night.
Brett stares at the new appearance of the Rink Destroyer with an anticipated expression.
The Rink Destroyer slowly raises his head up, revealing his face: olive skin, round, slightly heavy-lidded hazel-coloured eyes, well-defined eyebrows, stubble lining his jawline, chin, and above his lips.
Brett immediately makes a horrified expression at the reveal. His skin is pale with his eyes wide and jaw dropped. "Kale?!"
Kale tosses the Wrist-Moto gun to aside, into the dark, and strides up to him. "Don’t you ever tell this to anyone!" He then sharply swipes his hand across the air.
Immediately, Brett is thrown off his feet horizontally and streaks into the air. His head dangerously twists to a side, his eyes quickly closing as he becomes limp. He plummets into the inky waters, creating a splash behind him.
Kale ominously steps to the edge of the water, peering down at it.
The waters calm down, settling to its usual rhythmic flow. Bubbles rise to the surface before popping and disappearing.
With one last haughty glance, he whirls around and steps away from the water, disappearing from sight.
The GJHP headquarters are silence as the members are all in their assigned bedrooms, sleeping.
Jake is asleep in the pitch dark since his bed is in a large doghouse. Cuddled in his red blankets, he is twitching with a crumbled face, showing he is disturbed. Then with a final tremble, he immediately flicks his eyes open, waking up.
Panic is written all over his face with darting eyes around in the darkness. "Brett," he breathes out.
He crawls out of his large doghouse, into his actual bedroom, which resembles a park at night. He swiftly tiptoes across the grass to the other side of the room, where the door is located. He grabs onto the knob and pushes the door open, sliding into the brightly lit walkway of the second floor.
With observant eyes and his nose sniffing, Jake walks through the walkway cautiously. "Brett?" He peers around his empty surroundings. "Brett, where are you?" He turns to the staircase and steps down them, hopping into the main room.
"Why aren’t you in your room?" Jake asks quietly into the room.
Taking a good whiff, he turns to the left, walking past the control booth, and halts in front of one of the large, covered windows.
He sniffs at it with keen eyes. "You’re over there…" Taking one more glance at the concealed window, he whirls toward the control booth and steps up to it.
Jake stands next to it and hovers his hands over the array of buttons with hesitation. He closes his eyes for concentration, tapping into his senses in the control booth to find the right button. His hand automatically hits a white button.
Immediately, the window’s cover beside him shakes before rolling itself upward, revealing the outside of the headquarters.
Jake opens his eyes and turns around, rushing to the front of the window. He stands still with trepidatious eyes on the expanded window.
On the other side of the glass is the lake’s dark waters. Yet with his acute eyesight, he can spot the contents of the water as if it was daylight.
His eyes immediately fly open with pure terror.
Drifting through the waters gradually is Brett. His hair and clothes are majestically waving through the water’s flow as he descends across the window’s space.
Jake takes in a massive breath before screaming: "BRETT!!!"
Without missing a beat, Jake speeds down the room, halting in front of the ocean portal’s door. He presses the button on the side of the wall and darts into the other side just as the opening widened itself enough for him to dive into. The gaps closes itself up behind him.
On the other side is a tiny room with a bubbled glass showing the waters across from the entrance and another button to his right by the window.
Jake takes in a large breath before hastily pressing the button. Immediately, he is plunged into the waters as the floor beneath him collapses.
The bitter, frigid waters rush through his clothes, heaving over him with its pressure. Despite the harsh conditions, he holds his breath and taps into his night vision and sharp senses to search for his partner.
He swishes his head to the left, quickly spotting Brett drifting downward.
With his eyes wide open, Jake briskly swims over to him, pushing his arms and legs out and in with efficiency.
He halts behind the sinking and limp Brett, hooking his arms under his underarms and pulling his back against his own chest. He then kicks his legs with full strength, bolting up to the surface.
The surface explodes as Jake emerges from the lapping, black waves with Brett’s head loosely dipped downward. He quickly spots the dock yards in front of him.
He then spins around for his back to face the dock and propels backward with his legs toward land, pulling Brett along.
Meanwhile, back in the headquarters in another room, Kailer is snoozing on his bed in his usual awkward position.
Then his Wrist-Moto begins to ping: PING, PING, PING…
"No, not again, Keanu," Kailer mutters with his eyes shut, "I already told you…" His voice drifts off as he continues to sleep.
PING, PING, PING.
He mumbles inaudible words before speaking up: "...Mother, please, I informed—"
PING, PING, PING PING PING PING PING PING—!
Kailer finally opens up his eyes, showing weariness. With a groan, he lifts his left wrist into view, looking at his Wrist-Moto.
The screen on the smartwatch displays, OCEAN PORTAL OPENED.
Kailer’s eyes immediately fly open. "Jiminy Crickets!"
He throws himself onto his feet, snatches his robe from his stand, puts it on, then presses a button on his Wrist-Moto and hollers into it: "Maîtriser! Maîtriser! Ocean portal has been opened, I repeat, the ocean portal has been opened!"
"Wait, what?" Matteo’s tired voice is heard crackling from the device.
"Just meet me in the main room!" Kailer instantly disappears in a flash of blue energy.
In the main room, Kailer is already sitting in the control booth as Matteo strides into view in his pajamas.
"What's going on?" Matteo questions the scientist as he halts next to him.
Without tearing his eyes from the control panel, Kailer points behind to the left, directing Matteo’s attention to the opened window. "Someone opened up the windows and ocean portal!" He presses a button, having the window lower its cover.
Matteo crosses his arm with a suspicious look, watching the window being covered. "Who would open them up?"
"I don’t know," he huffs out, "but he’s gonna get it!" He presses a few more buttons until the window shuts closed with a lock.
From next to Matteo, Jeremy shuffles into view in his pajamas with half-opened eyes. Following him is Michael, who is also in his pajamas.
"Guys…," Jeremy mumbles to them, "what’s going on?"
Michael wearily rubs his eyes. "Can I go back to bed now?"
Matteo turns to face them. "Someone opened up the windows and ocean portal. Get everyone else here."
"It’s just only us here," Kale is heard saying as he steps into view from behind them, also in his pajamas. "Flame Wave and Jake Dog aren’t here."
Matteo turns to Kailer with a look of trepidation. Kailer exchanges his expression with disquietness.
Listen to this score compilation then start reading!
After no luck of Brett finding the Rink Destroyer in Moose Jaw or retrieving his home ice rink, he decided to return to the headquarters.
The night has fallen in Chicago, pouring its shadows in all areas. The waters of Lake Michigan is inky with the moonlight dimly glittering on its ripples. The sidewalk lamp posts lining both sides of the walkway by the shore are casting eerie spotlights on Brett’s path.
Brett peers ahead, making out the dock camouflaged in the dark to his right. He begins to approach it, keeping his eyes on it to not lose his destination.
Suddenly, he spots a shadow arising from the dock. He halts dead in his tracks, not moving a muscle with sharp eyes on it.
The shadow advances toward him and glides into the light, revealing himself. It is the Rink Destroyer standing intrepidly. His visor gleams in the light as his keeps his head toward Brett, giving him a bold appearance.
Brett’s eyes immediately flash at the sight of the man as fury curls up from inside him. "It’s you," he growls. With bared teeth and lowered eyebrows, he storms up to him. "It’s you who wrecked our rinks!" He halts a foot away from him with his left arm behind his back.
From behind him, his heavy-duty gun forms over his hand.
The Rink Destroyer stays still, not appearing fazed one bit.
"You will pay for every single one of them!" Immediately, Brett extends his arm from behind and fires red energy mercilessly at him.
The bullets whizz at the Rink Destroyer, instantly blasting into sparks of red inches from him. He stands motionless with a frown below his visor.
With an enraged expression, Brett continues launching rounds of bullets at him as the light from the spewing projectiles reflect from his face.
Instantly, the light is cut off, including the emission of bullets. Clunking sounds take its place: CLUNK! CLUNK! CLUNK!
Brett peers at his gun with worried eyes. "Ohhh, no, no, no, no, no, nooo!" He attempts to work the gun, yet it jerks back, notifying him it is jammed.
With ire, he unclips his Wrist-Moto with his other hand, which is at the butt of the gun, and yanks it from his wrist. He then swings the gun-smartwatch behind his shoulder before thrusting it at the Rink Destroyer with harsh speeds.
The large device strikes the Rink Destroyer’s visor with neck-breaking force.
"GAH!" The masked man flies backward and crashes onto the ground, skidding to a halt on his back. Immediately, he rushes back onto his feet, facing Brett once again.
His visor now has the butt of the gun and the Wrist-Moto protruding out from it, creating more jagged cracks on its surface.
The Rink Destroyer dips his head, his thick hair hanging down, grabs ahold of the smartwatch, and tugs at it once. The device is yanked out along with his shattered visor.
The glass pieces from the mask tinkle onto the ground, echoing in the night.
Brett stares at the new appearance of the Rink Destroyer with an anticipated expression.
The Rink Destroyer slowly raises his head up, revealing his face: olive skin, round, slightly heavy-lidded hazel-coloured eyes, well-defined eyebrows, stubble lining his jawline, chin, and above his lips.
Brett immediately makes a horrified expression at the reveal. His skin is pale with his eyes wide and jaw dropped. "Kale?!"
Kale tosses the Wrist-Moto gun to aside, into the dark, and strides up to him. "Don’t you ever tell this to anyone!" He then sharply swipes his hand across the air.
Immediately, Brett is thrown off his feet horizontally and streaks into the air. His head dangerously twists to a side, his eyes quickly closing as he becomes limp. He plummets into the inky waters, creating a splash behind him.
Kale ominously steps to the edge of the water, peering down at it.
The waters calm down, settling to its usual rhythmic flow. Bubbles rise to the surface before popping and disappearing.
With one last haughty glance, he whirls around and steps away from the water, disappearing from sight.
The GJHP headquarters are silence as the members are all in their assigned bedrooms, sleeping.
Jake is asleep in the pitch dark since his bed is in a large doghouse. Cuddled in his red blankets, he is twitching with a crumbled face, showing he is disturbed. Then with a final tremble, he immediately flicks his eyes open, waking up.
Panic is written all over his face with darting eyes around in the darkness. "Brett," he breathes out.
He crawls out of his large doghouse, into his actual bedroom, which resembles a park at night. He swiftly tiptoes across the grass to the other side of the room, where the door is located. He grabs onto the knob and pushes the door open, sliding into the brightly lit walkway of the second floor.
With observant eyes and his nose sniffing, Jake walks through the walkway cautiously. "Brett?" He peers around his empty surroundings. "Brett, where are you?" He turns to the staircase and steps down them, hopping into the main room.
"Why aren’t you in your room?" Jake asks quietly into the room.
Taking a good whiff, he turns to the left, walking past the control booth, and halts in front of one of the large, covered windows.
He sniffs at it with keen eyes. "You’re over there…" Taking one more glance at the concealed window, he whirls toward the control booth and steps up to it.
Jake stands next to it and hovers his hands over the array of buttons with hesitation. He closes his eyes for concentration, tapping into his senses in the control booth to find the right button. His hand automatically hits a white button.
Immediately, the window’s cover beside him shakes before rolling itself upward, revealing the outside of the headquarters.
Jake opens his eyes and turns around, rushing to the front of the window. He stands still with trepidatious eyes on the expanded window.
On the other side of the glass is the lake’s dark waters. Yet with his acute eyesight, he can spot the contents of the water as if it was daylight.
His eyes immediately fly open with pure terror.
Drifting through the waters gradually is Brett. His hair and clothes are majestically waving through the water’s flow as he descends across the window’s space.
Jake takes in a massive breath before screaming: "BRETT!!!"
Without missing a beat, Jake speeds down the room, halting in front of the ocean portal’s door. He presses the button on the side of the wall and darts into the other side just as the opening widened itself enough for him to dive into. The gaps closes itself up behind him.
On the other side is a tiny room with a bubbled glass showing the waters across from the entrance and another button to his right by the window.
Jake takes in a large breath before hastily pressing the button. Immediately, he is plunged into the waters as the floor beneath him collapses.
The bitter, frigid waters rush through his clothes, heaving over him with its pressure. Despite the harsh conditions, he holds his breath and taps into his night vision and sharp senses to search for his partner.
He swishes his head to the left, quickly spotting Brett drifting downward.
With his eyes wide open, Jake briskly swims over to him, pushing his arms and legs out and in with efficiency.
He halts behind the sinking and limp Brett, hooking his arms under his underarms and pulling his back against his own chest. He then kicks his legs with full strength, bolting up to the surface.
The surface explodes as Jake emerges from the lapping, black waves with Brett’s head loosely dipped downward. He quickly spots the dock yards in front of him.
He then spins around for his back to face the dock and propels backward with his legs toward land, pulling Brett along.
Meanwhile, back in the headquarters in another room, Kailer is snoozing on his bed in his usual awkward position.
Then his Wrist-Moto begins to ping: PING, PING, PING…
"No, not again, Keanu," Kailer mutters with his eyes shut, "I already told you…" His voice drifts off as he continues to sleep.
PING, PING, PING.
He mumbles inaudible words before speaking up: "...Mother, please, I informed—"
PING, PING, PING PING PING PING PING PING—!
Kailer finally opens up his eyes, showing weariness. With a groan, he lifts his left wrist into view, looking at his Wrist-Moto.
The screen on the smartwatch displays, OCEAN PORTAL OPENED.
Kailer’s eyes immediately fly open. "Jiminy Crickets!"
He throws himself onto his feet, snatches his robe from his stand, puts it on, then presses a button on his Wrist-Moto and hollers into it: "Maîtriser! Maîtriser! Ocean portal has been opened, I repeat, the ocean portal has been opened!"
"Wait, what?" Matteo’s tired voice is heard crackling from the device.
"Just meet me in the main room!" Kailer instantly disappears in a flash of blue energy.
In the main room, Kailer is already sitting in the control booth as Matteo strides into view in his pajamas.
"What's going on?" Matteo questions the scientist as he halts next to him.
Without tearing his eyes from the control panel, Kailer points behind to the left, directing Matteo’s attention to the opened window. "Someone opened up the windows and ocean portal!" He presses a button, having the window lower its cover.
Matteo crosses his arm with a suspicious look, watching the window being covered. "Who would open them up?"
"I don’t know," he huffs out, "but he’s gonna get it!" He presses a few more buttons until the window shuts closed with a lock.
From next to Matteo, Jeremy shuffles into view in his pajamas with half-opened eyes. Following him is Michael, who is also in his pajamas.
"Guys…," Jeremy mumbles to them, "what’s going on?"
Michael wearily rubs his eyes. "Can I go back to bed now?"
Matteo turns to face them. "Someone opened up the windows and ocean portal. Get everyone else here."
"It’s just only us here," Kale is heard saying as he steps into view from behind them, also in his pajamas. "Flame Wave and Jake Dog aren’t here."
Matteo turns to Kailer with a look of trepidation. Kailer exchanges his expression with disquietness.
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12/17/17