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Snake FoodYou're not sure why you decided to adopt a pet. You wanted something cute and harmless, so you went with a ball python.Snake Food by sonicinterface
At first you liked it, but as time went by you began to neglect it more and more. Within a few weeks, only rarely would you remember that it was even alive, let alone remember to feed it.
This morning you happen to glance at the snake. It makes eye contact with you-- and you suddenly find yourself unable to look away. Under what isn't entirely your own free will, you approach the snake's aquarium and open the top, peering inside. Not once do either of you break eye contact.
You put your hands on the sill of the aquarium, peering at the snake from above. The snake flicks its tongue at you once, twice, three times-- and suddenly an unnatural shiver runs down your spine. Your first instinct is to pull back, but it feels like your hands are nailed to the aquarium sill.
Then you start to shrink.
With your hands still paranormally a
Annabelle the DiverIt wasn't normal for Annabelle Gwendolyn Griffon to be wearing a scuba suit as opposed to her usual maid's uniform, but considering what she was about to do, it was definitely to be expected.Annabelle the Diver by sonicinterface
After making sure all her equipment was properly on and her oxygen tank had plenty of air in it, the griffon plunged into the water. It was like entering another world; the water diluted the light to create an almost otherworldly atmosphere, and aquatic wildlife of all shapes and sizes-- jellyfish, eels, even a whale-- darted around her.
Focus, Annabelle. Remember what you're here to find.
A hand tapped Annabelle's wing, and she turned around. A brown female bat dressed in black, wearing some sort of ankle bracelet, and carrying a portable GPS screen was drifting in the water beside her. Oddly, she wasn't wearing any goggles or breathing equipment, but seemed to be doing just fine without them.
"Have you seen a scuba-diving otter anywhere around here?"
TCT Personal: Crying WolfThe residential area was quieter than a library. There wasn't a car on the street, nor a person in the yards. Wolf glanced at house after house as he paced down the sidewalk.TCT Personal: Crying Wolf by sonicinterface
Most of these houses are made of brick... that one's made of wood, but it's nailed together really well and I think it's got a concrete foundation... I'd have a hard time blowing it down. Ugh! Is this really something I should be thinking about every time I walk past a house?
"HELP! ANYONE! HELP!"
Wolf blinked. That voice had come from nearby. Deciding that it would be wrong of him to ignore it, whatever it was, he took off running. It didn't take him long to trace the call to a tall ash tree in between two houses. Squinting, the brown wolf could make out a speck of orange near the top of the tree.
"ARE YOU THE ONE CALLING FOR HELP?" Wolf shouted to the tree's top.
"YES!" came the response. "I C-CAN'T CLIMB DOWN! I'M T-TOO SC-SCARED!"
The Prize Machine: Prequel -Toon-Animafrica (pronounced "anim[ation] africa" and commonly abbreviated as "A.A.") was best described as an African jungle version of Toon Town. This was reflected in its architecture, its general culture, and of course its citizens.The Prize Machine: Prequel -Toon- by sonicinterface
Some of A.A.'s better-known citizens included Tinker (a proud inventor monkey whose creations always worked perfectly... except when they didn't), Polly (a chatty and excitable female parrot who was always spreading rumors about every subject to anyone who would listen), Dale (a crocodile who was always looking for something to eat), Sydney (an anaconda who seemed to be a magnet for bad luck), and last but not least, Jay and Kay (a brother-and-sister pair of elephants who were always looking for ways to one-up one another, but could put aside their differences when necessary).
There was never a boring day in Animafrica. Just the week before, Tinker had put together an automatic taffy-making machine, but things had gone horribly awry when Dale deci
The Sun Kitsune (Redux)Once upon a time, there was a kitsune who lived on the Sun. He had been banished there long ago for crimes against the gods.The Sun Kitsune (Redux) by sonicinterface
As centuries passed, the kitsune grew bored of staring into space all the time. He found himself longing to revisit the Earth, which had surely evolved massively during his exile.
One day (or whatever one can substitute for "day" when one lives on the Sun), he decided it was time. He chose a sunbeam he liked, clung to it, and rode it down to Earth.
...At least, that was the plan.
It goes without saying to anyone who knows anything about astronomy that the Sun is incredibly large compared to the Earth; as such, very little of its light ever actually gets there. In addition to being such a small target, the Earth is also moving, and even light doesn't make the trip instantaneously.
However, the kitsune knew all this.
As the human race itself can testify, one does not spend hundreds of years watching the cosmos without noticing a pattern or t
Treed Cat Tales: TmaneeaPrompt from Deviant Universe: You've Gotta be KittenTreed Cat Tales: Tmaneea by sonicinterface
A signal of unknown origin is affecting the instincts of cats around the world, driving them to the tops of trees and leaving them afraid to come down! Is your hero above rescuing cats from trees? It's time to find out!
"Benny? BENNY? Where are you, Benny?"
It's only natural for a mother to worry when her son goes missing. It's even more so when said son happens to be a superpowered hero. That explained the look on Catherine Brewster's face as she turned the house upside down, looking for her son.
I've looked everywhere in the house and he's not around. But there's nothing on the news, so he can't be out getting into trouble. Hm... maybe I'll give him a ring on the comm, just in case.
Catherine took her position at the computer and refreshed the social media feeds one more time, noting several mentions of cats spontaneously running up trees and not wanting to come down. Zero SaberCat mentions, though. So she
Character profile: Wolf"I've been told that you should always stick to the role you were written for. Well, when that role requires you to devour two innocent pigs after demolishing their houses, then be outfoxed and cooked alive by a third, it's hard to be content with it. If I hadn't insisted on going against my writing, I wouldn't be here today." --WolfCharacter profile: Wolf by sonicinterface
Type of character: Sonicverse
Name: Wolf (preferred abbreviation for "Big Bad Wolf")
Age: Ambiguous - appears around 20
Species: Wolf (Mobian) ("fairytale wolf" if more precision is necessary)
Family and associates:
No known relatives. Single; not looking. Rumor has it he has a crush on a female book sprite named Leaf.
Wolf is larger than the average Mobian, about half a head taller with bigger arms and legs. His primary fur color is a dark brown (about 4D
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Team Treble - Mid CutsceneAs Ozone, Copper, and Mythril stood before the fallen body of Dr. Eggman in the depths of Bullet Station, a trapdoor suddenly popped open in his stomach, revealing a laughing Eggman head on a spring. The whole party jumped back.Team Treble - Mid Cutscene by sonicinterface
Copper let out an exasperated grunt. "We've been had! This Eggman's a phony!"
Mythril rubbed her chin. "I don't think this is like Eggman. Usually he's here in person; he wouldn't send a decoy to do the work for him. What could be keeping him so busy that he couldn't show up in person?"
But before anyone could say anything else, the whoosh of a jet engine caught everyone's attention. Team Treble looked up to see the sky full of airships.
"I guess that answers my question," Mythril commented.
Copper snapped his fingers. "I don't know about you girls, but I say we try to get on board that fleet of ships. It could be the perfect venue for our most out-of-this-
Team Treble - Vs. Cutscene 1The coast clear for the moment, Ozone, Copper, and Mythril huddled together to discuss how they would handle their next performance.Team Treble - Vs. Cutscene 1 by sonicinterface
"Okay, this next audience doesn't know our music very well, so let's start with..."
Copper paused as he realized they weren't alone. A border collie, a moth, and a gray wolf watched the group from a short distance away.
"Hey, isn't that the singer we saw on stage the other day?" the dog commented.
The moth got excited quickly. "Awesome! I'm gonna go get her autogra-!" But as he zoomed forwards, the wolf stopped him by grabbing his leg.
"We don't have time for things like that!" "Aaaawwww..."
Ozone turned her head. "What are you three doing here?"
"We were wondering the same thing about you," the dog replied.
"Forget them, Sky!" the wolf interrupted, turning away slightly. "We have better things to do than deal with that guitar-wielding cuckoo and her friends."
Ozone would have let that comment pass wi
Team Treble - Intro CutsceneI hope she likes this one.Team Treble - Intro Cutscene by sonicinterface
Mythril the Pegasus carefully navigated her way through the backstage hallways, glancing at each door until she found the one she was looking for: a dressing room marked with a golden sunburst, over which the word "OZONE" was printed. Bring her hand up, Mythril knocked gently on the sunburst three times. Seconds later, the doorknob turned, and Ozone the Pangolin pulled the door open from the other side.
"Oh, hello, Mythril. How are the lyrics coming?"
"I just finished them," the pegasus replied, holding up a stapled document.
Ozone took the document and began to read through it. "Excellent! We'll definitely use this song when we go on tour this week."
As Mythril turned to leave, she stopped as an angry but familiar voice reached her ears.
"What? You have to be kidding! We've been spending days preparing for it! You can't do this to us! How are we supposed
Never-Yielding BaseInstrumental openingNever-Yielding Base by sonicinterface
A melody emerges from my instrument of power
That echoes in my audience's ears
It brings a beam of light into the nation's darkest hour
And helps us overcome our greatest fears
The strings of my guitar assist to make our spirits flower
And soon we will have dried away our tears
The darkness may be strong, but there will always be a rebel
Who dares to stare the evil in the face
And when the songs I play approach within the cleft of treble
I form a strong and never-yielding base
So don't be shy, step up and join the race!
The wheels beneath my feet ensure I never fall behind
And always stay a step or two ahead
I lift my left foot, then my right, to keep my path aligned
With any route along which I've been led
And never do I stumble, as I'm sure that you will find
As long as I retain a level head
A pegasus with tinted wings provides the words I follow
And shows me what to sing to match my tune
The bull I ca
The Shine of the Silent MoonInstrumental openingThe Shine of the Silent Moon by sonicinterface
There is a certain group of three
That's much more brave than you or me
As I am sure that you will see
If you listen to my tune
Three spirits with a common goal
To help each other fill their role
To beat their foes with heart and soul
In the shine of the silent moon
The shine of the silent moon
Is the beacon of faith and of hope
So seek the brilliant moonlight
When you're at the end of your rope
You've nothing to fear from anything
Your salvation will come quite soon
In the shine (pause) of the silent moon
The collie takes the name of Sky
She stays determined by and by
She always keeps her spirits high
From morn to afternoon
Once in a cell, now on the lam
She'll help you when you're in a jam
If you're a bad guy, better scram
In the shine of the silent moon
The brown one's name is Dusk the Moth
A heart of steel, a head of cloth
He is a character of troth
Through April, May, and June
Do not say he's a worthless child
QUIZ: Three Bodies, One SoulThis is a fancharacter quiz about Sonic Heroes-style teams. The purpose is to get to know your teams better. Before we begin, tell us what the names of the members are and their positions in the team.QUIZ: Three Bodies, One Soul by sonicinterface
Speed: Ozone the Pangolin
Flight: Mythril the Pegasus
Power: Copper the Bull
Good. Now, have them answer the questions the System asks. The System will refer to the team members by their positions in the team, and unless otherwise specified, any team member can answer any question.
System: Let's begin. Speed, tell us a little about yourself.
Ozone: My name is Ozone the Pangolin, and I'm a singer/electric guitarist. I've got plenty of fans and I do what I can to keep them happy.
System: Okay. Now it's your turn to introduce yourself, Flight.
Mythril: I'm Michelle Hikare, alias Mythril the Pegasus. I'm a writer, and recently Ozone hired me as her lyricist. I... er..
Border Collie for SaleUgh, what a headache. Where am I?Border Collie for Sale by sonicinterface
Getting up slowly, Sky forced her eyes open. Her vision was still blurry, so she couldn't see where she was, but all sorts of scents were reaching her nose, and the floor beneath her felt cold and metallic.
What was I doing? I remember breaking into Dr. Eggman's lab and stealing a flask of whatever his latest concoction was. On the way back I tripped and broke the flask, and I remember breathing the fumes and becoming dizzy... after that I must have passed out.
Sky tried to stand up, but hit her head on something. It was then that her vision cleared, and she could see what was in front of her.
But not the kind you see in a jail cell. These were very thin, less than a centimeter, and formed a grid. They were nothing like the bars Sky remembered from GUN's holding cells, which were thick and only ran vertically. These were more like a cage than a c
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Taking Out The TrashTaking Out The Trash by lizardman22
Annabelle Gwendolyn Griffon let out a stunned squawk as she jumped backwards, her powerful wings fanning out to help her keep balance. She scrambled to set her footing. Before her the Beast rose up, it's grotesque, misshapen body congealing together from the rubbish contained in the almost bottomless trashcan. It heaved it's bulk forward, reaching out to her with a left hand made up from crushed tin cans. Annabelle brandished her mop, twirling it out in front of her like a bo staff.
"Desist this unseemly behavior and return to the rubbish from whence you came," she said to the Beast.
The creature gurgled, lunging for the griffon. Annabelle countered. She swatted the hand away with her mop and darted in under it's guard. She struck out, rapping the beast around the head and chest. Pieces of rubbish fell lose and dropped to the ground. She struck again, the end of the mop piercing into an eye made up from cracked eggshells. The Beast howled. It's voice grated through Annabelle's ears. It
The Prize MachineTom knelt down to comfort her, “Hey, we can get her out. I think your being a bit over-emotional here Abbe.”The Prize Machine by Lolocator
Abbe looked at him furiously “You don’t know Lizzie! She’s just fallen into a pitch black chamber, and this thing is so big, I bet all sound from the outside will be blocked. That kind of isolation freaks both of us out, Tom, we may get her out but, if we don’t soon…an… and now I'm responsible for it..” Her voice quivered back to crying.
Shaking his head Tom stood back up, trying to think, It was obvious Abbe’s guilt was far to great to come up with a plan. Right now it seemed only he stood a chance of thinking up a quick solution to the problem. Suddenly, in good old toony fashion a lit light bulb appeared above his head.
“I have an idea Abbe, wipe away those tears, we can break her out before the isolation starts to affect her!” The blue wolfs ears pricked up, “but how?”
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The Cat Burglar -Trade-The stronghold was set in the middle of a mountain range. It was guarded around the clock, and many high-tech security measures guarded the treasure within. It almost seemed like a challenge for thieves to come and try their luck.
Of course, someone took the challenge.
A black figure coasted across the night sky, directly towards the stronghold. It was none other than the elastic black cat known as Blinkie. She'd molded her arms and hands into a hang glider for the trip, and was enjoying the sensation of the air rushing over, under, and around her.
As she passed over the stronghold, Blinkie retracted her arms back to their normal shape, dropping down onto the roof. The impact briefly squashed her down to a fraction of her normal height, but she popped back without difficulty.
Alright, here I am. I just have to sneak in, steal the diamond, and get out.
Blinkie scanned the roof for potential entrances. A circular hatch ca
Land of Giants -Toon- -Req.-Sophie beamed as she reexamined the leaflet the supervisor had given her. She was sure she'd fit right in where she was going.
Out of boredom, she'd wandered over to the Universal Teleport Station and decided to pop into another world for a spell. According to the leaflet, the world she was headed for followed similar laws of physics to her own, but every single one of its residents was a giant multiple stories tall. As a wingless dragon who herself was as big of a house at full size, she didn't hesitate to sign up for transit.
"Okay, miss, the portal's active. You can go ahead and step through any..."
Sophie had already dived into the purple light.
The multicolored world on the other side of the portal was an impressive contrast from the plain white teleport chamber. Sophie had landed in the middle of a humongous town, with buildings and mostly deserted sidewalks as far as she could see. She felt very small, which for her was an incredibl
Table for Three -Req.-"Look, Lizzie, it doesn't matter how you count them. Two chairs can't sit three people."
The wolf twins Lizzie and Abbe sat on opposite ends of a table out on their back porch. A week ago, Lizzie had insisted on picking out this particular table-and-chairs set because it matched her green fur; the problem was that today they were expecting a third party, and didn't have a chair to spare.
"C'mon, Abbe! There's gotta be a way to make it work. We didn't invite Tom over just to turn him away because he doesn't have a place to sit."
Lizzie got to her feet and studied the bright green chair she'd been sitting on. Confused, Abbe stood up and made her way around the table to stand beside her sister.
"What are you thinking, Lizzie?"
"Well... maybe if we take this chair apart, we can put the pieces back together in such a way that we make TWO chairs. You know, like in that mathematics textbook."
"Lizzie, I don't think that's the way it--"
"I'm gonna try it.
A Beast in the Valley -Trade-The temple was well hidden in the woods, nearly impossible to find except by accident. Wolfen Down had stumbled upon it quite by chance in an attempt to take a shortcut. He seemed to have a knack for discovering ancient temples.
Two rather aged wolf statues guarded the temple entrance. Inside, a third statue firmly clutched a crystal ball; there seemed to be no way to remove the ball from the statue's hands.
Weird. That ball HAS to be important. I can sense some sort of energy inside it.
Wolfen cautiously reached out and touched the ball with one finger. Immediately he pulled his hand away as he felt his canine instincts act up.
What the...? Okay, whatever this thing is, it's dangerous. Maybe I can...
Taking a deep breath, Wolfen placed his right hand-- the one he always wore the Infinity Gauntlet on-- palm-first against the ball's surface. Then he focused.
Energy crackled across his fingertips. For a moment, his hand was glued in place as energy flowed between
The Wicked Wild -Trade-"Oof!"
Kaitlin and Leon Down landed in a heap on an unfamiliar patch of ground. Only minutes ago (from their perspective), they'd been locked up together in a cage. Kaitlin had tried to shoot the lock off with an energy blast, only for Leon to slow down time, cut deliberately in front of her, and take the shot instead. The resulting overload had pinged both of them into another time and place altogether, as was rather typical for their adventures.
"Leon, you did that on purpose!"
"Well, yeah, I did... look at it this way: we're not stuck in a cage anymore, right?"
"The phrase 'out of the frying pan and into the fire' comes to mind..."
Kaitlin let out a frustrated sigh as she and her twin brother stood up and looked around. The warp had dumped the two of them in a clearing in a large jungle. Trees and bushes of many different sorts dotted the landscape.
"It's beautiful," the cobra remarked. "We should start bringing a camera with us when we travel."
Pool Party -Trade-The pool party was that afternoon, and Lizzie and Abbe still hadn't been able to secure a good pool toy for the occasion. Every toy was too expensive, or too ugly, or too... well, Abbe seemed to be a bit picky when it came to pool toys.
"Stop stalling, Abbe!" Lizzie moped as the two of them scanned the shelves of one last sporting goods store. "Let's just pick one and get it over with!"
"It's the middle of summer, Lizzie," the blue wolf reminded her twin sister. "If it were good someone would've bought it by now. You were the one who thought it could wait until the last minute."
"Well, if all else fails..."
"We've been over this already. Big, round balloons don't make good pool toys. Besides, the last time we tried it I kept tipping upside-down and getting water up my nose."
Abbe turned around to scour the shelves again... and caught sight of something behind all the inflatables she'd deemed too ugly. Rushing in, she dug through and uncovered i
Valley of Rotting Flesh -Trade-"Look... Leon... I know I divided the candy equally. You're just hiding some so you can get more than your fair share!"
Halloween night was upon the Valley of Venom, and the Down twins had just finished trick-or-treating. Kaitlin (dressed as a sorceress) had taken the liberty of sorting the candy, but her brother Leon (who'd gone as a vampire) was insistent that his share was smaller than it was supposed to be.
"Nuh-uh! You just want to keep more for yourself!"
"I counted them and gave you half! You're the cheater here!"
The argument quickly turned into a shouting match. Finally, the cobra blew her top, and shot off an energy blast at the wolf.
It wasn't until both their visions went purple that Kaitlin remembered why aiming her energy blasts at her brother was generally a bad idea.
When the light faded, the room had been replaced with the street just outside. Kaitlin groaned as she and Leon got to their feet (a few pieces of can
What Lurks Within -Trade-The gray wolf stood at the entrance to the maze. His appearance was one of a hero, with blue eyes and brown hair. Thirteen other Mobians of varying species, six male and seven female, had already entered the maze, but the wolf didn't have faith that they would return.
As the wolf stepped towards the entrance, a hand on his shoulder stopped him. He turned, and found himself making eye contact with a female red echidna. She was dressed in black robes and wore a patch over her left eye, and a few of her quills in her forehead were purple.
"Prince Theseus of Athens," the echidna greeted the wolf coldly.
"Lady Kia of Crete," the wolf responded in turn. "Caretaker of the maze and the Minotaur."
"Don't think I didn't recognize you, Prince Theseus, even if the guards didn't. I don't need my 'eye of scrying' to know your face when I see it."
To emphasize that last bit, Lady Kia flipped up her eyepatch, revealing a small crystal ball she used as a glass eye, b
Taffy Black -Trade-"Okay, everyone," the director called out, "we begin filming the next scene in one minute! Take your places and get into character!"
The filming of Taffy Black's pilot episode was well under way at the television studio (the same studio, incidentally, responsible for the game show Nothing Flat). Cameramen and sound technicians were stationed at every appropriate location, ready to catch everything, while the actors rehearsed their lines.
The actress playing the titular super-heroine, a black cat by the name of Blinkie, stood ready in an appropriate spot. She was dressed in a bright orange latex bodysuit that hugged her fur so tightly it might as well have been part of her body, although her head and tail remained bare; a circular emblem depicting the letters "TB" adorned her chest. She also wore a mask of the same color, framing her green eyes perfectly. Glancing at the director, she yawned and stretched-- and I do mean stretched, as h
Fancharacter Profile: TashakoType of character: Sonicverse (more specifically lizardman22's interpretation thereof)
Name: Tashako (tuh-SHAH-koh) Ana
Age: About 20
Species: Anaconda (Mobian)
Occupation: Writer and storyteller
Tashako is a slight bit taller than most Mobians. His primary body color is a dark yellow, sort of golden, about BFBF00 in RGB hexadecimal. His chest and mouth area, as well as the underside of his tail, are a slightly lighter yellow, around CCCC00. He has no eye color; his eyes are black. He has arms and legs, but lacks toes.
His entire body, except for his head, is covered in a pattern of black spots. The spots on his torso are each about an inch in diameter, whereas the ones on his arms, legs, and tail are smaller. His tail is about as long as he is tall, and has an oval-shaped cross section with the thinnest portion vertical; he lets it fall slack and tra
Character profile: Travis -Trade-"Hey, Tally! Today I'm looking for a metal pole or beam about yay long, five or so meters of electrical wire, and three incandescent light bulbs-- they don't have to be in working order, but the glass has to be intact. If you find them, meet me at the old fountain at dusk and I'll swap you two freshly made turkey sandwiches on rye bread for them." --Travis
Type of character: The Wastelands
Name: Travis Jumper - alias "Travis the Trader"
Age: Around 25
Race/species: Leopard (anthro)
Family: No relatives of his have ever been seen around the Wastelands. Allegedly has a kid sister named Katie who's currently in grade school.
Travis is fit-- not overly muscular, but fit. His proportions are average, and his eyes are brown. His primary fur color is orange-yellow (#FFBF00 in standard RRGGBB hexadecimal), which fades to white around h
Character profile: Joy"All around me, people flatten each other without a care... it's almost as if people like me, who consider it so unpleasant, aren't supposed to exist." --Joy
Type of character: Cartoon 'verse
Name: Joy Hunter
Age: Early 30's
Joy's primary body color is dark green (in standard RRGGBB hexadecimal, it'd be about #008000). Her eyes are brown, and she has a fairly standard build for her species. She has a lighter patch of green (#00C000) on her belly and around her snout and paws. Her ears are floppy and reach almost to her cheeks, and her tail is slim and of moderate length. Her paws have black pads.
Unlike most toons, she never goes unclothed; she's not comfortable showing that much of herself. When on duty, she'll wear a standard postal uniform, whereas in more casual situations she'll opt for a two-piece black bikini. She's also willing to dress fancily sho
(Story by lizardman22)Bleagh. I'm out of practice, and I think it shows. Sometimes I think I should give up on drawing altogether and stick to writing instead.
Noah the python knocked on the door of the small house, hearing a faint voice call out from within.
"Come in, the door is open."
The python entered, his eyes glancing about at the bookcases filled with rare volumes. He made his way through the house, finding the living room, and Tashako Ana who was rummaging through a box of costumes, borrowed from the Valley's open-stage theater. Noah watched as Tashako busied himself, coughing softly to alert the anaconda of his presence.
"Noah, hello," Tashako said looking up. "I'm glad you could come."
"Tuscany said you were anxious to see me," Noah replied.
Tashako nodded and handed Noah an old deerstalker hat. The python recognized it immediately.
"I've been working on something the last few weeks," Tashako replied. "A new Sleuth Serpent adventure. I don't have a title just yet, but the main plot is sound, and I've spoken to the others about their participation. They're all excited. I just wanted to know if you wanted to reprise your role."
"Of course, Tashako," he said "Why wouldn't I?"
"I know how busy your film-making can be, Noah," Tashako said. "I didn't want to pencil you in, in case our schedules conflicted."
"I can't see a problem with that," he told the anaconda.
Noah slipped of his trademark pith helmet, replacing it with the deerstalker. It felt comfortable. He glanced at Tashako who picked up his notebook, opening it to the latest pages.
"So tell me, Tashako. What's this adventure you have in mind?"
Tashako looked at the python, taking a deep breath as he switched seamlessly into his storyteller role.
"We start off on the Orient Express, a death, and of a strange casket rumored to contain the remains of a mysterious monster..."