See Ya Later!

With the completion of "Rebuilt," all of my storylines have been tied up.  Because of this, I have decided to take a break from this blog for a while so I can work on other things.

It has shocked me how many people have read my little stories over the last year and a half and I want to say that I appreciate every single person who has taken the time to read any of my posts.

I will continue to post monthly on my other blog, Club Penguin Thoughts, so I am by no means disappearing.  I hope I can find the time to come back here at some point, but, if not, it has been a pleasure.

- Chillin43

Rebuilt (4): Ending at the Beginning

It was nearly midnight now as the six set out with Gary on their mysterious mission.  Corner after corner, alley after alley, side street after side street.  No one asked what G's plan was.  No one spoke at all.  

Eventually, the group entered a cluster of trees.  In they went, crunching twigs as the foliage began to surround them.  After about ten minutes, they came to a clearing.  G went to the center of it and drug his left foot in a circle.  Beneath him, in the snow, wood appeared.  As the six knelt to the ground and brushed the snow away from the shiny oak, a trap door was revealed.  Gary dug for one of his various keychains in his coat and unlocked the hatch, pulling it upwards and descending the ladder to go inside the room below.

Rebuilt (3): Meetings and Memories

The guard stood there, resilient.  From Dot's awkward angle, it was not clear who his arrow was specifically aimed at; however, it was clear that it would hit one of them if he let his arrow fly.  

"Come along quietly now and no one has to get hurt," he said.

"Fine, fine.." Jet Pack Guy said as he slowly raised his hands, surenderring.

Or, at least, that's what it was supposed to look like.

Rebuilt (2): On the Bright Side

It was pitch black in the hallway as Dot yelled for Gary and Jet Pack Guy.  She slowly moved forward, her hands sliding along the right wall in order to keep some sort of bearing on her surroundings.  She bumped into her two fellow agents within moments and linked her hands with the two of them in order to prevent seperation.

"What's happening, Dot?" asked Jet Pack Guy, his voice barely above a whisper.

Dot responded quickly.  "Rookie just finished taunting me.  His ragtag rebels are back and they're taking over right now.  He's locked the other agents up and left us in play because he thinks this is all a game.  We need to find our way out of here and figure out exactly what they're doing."

Rebuilt (1): Unresolved Issues

Please Note: This story relates to every single story I have written before.  Go read them all if you want to understand every detail of this story.

And, yet, the paperwork kept coming.

Dot sat at her desk, stamping document after document, making marks and scribbles where marks and scribbles were due.  

It had been five hours since the Caster had made her demands and the EPF was still doing all of the necessary duties that went with transferring over power.  Or, more specifically, three people were left completing all those necessary elements; all of the standard protocol agents had been called to a meeting with the Director, leaving senior agents Dot, Gary, and Jet Pack Guy on the job.

Quest for the Golden Puffle 3 (7): Merry Meeting

The Migrator sat at the shore of the beach, snow piling up along its sides in great heaps.  Perhaps when the Caster had sent the island into a never ending snow storm, she did not see the possible use for said snow, as Alaska and Yukon now climbed the cold, stiff mound - which made an excellent ladder - up to the deck of the ship.

Quest for the Golden Puffle 3 (6): Pirate Plot

The heavy snow had turned into a full-on blizzard as Alaska and Yukon quietly exited the Everyday Phoning Facility.  Before long, paths would be blocked and penguins would be isolated.  This truly was a crisis situation.

Quest for the Golden Puffle 3 (5): Crisis Mode

The EPF HQ was buzzing with activity.  Phones were ringing off the hook, keyboard keys were clacking at every moment, and groups of penguins were discussing public statements and the like.  But, Alaska and Yukon had another plan.

Quest for the Golden Puffle 3 (4): Required Viewing

Alaska and Yukon ran back to the EPF office, not knowing what else to do.  Alaska's mind raced as she squinted through the snow, which now fell in heavy sheets.  What could the Caster be planning?  What would it mean for citizens?  How could they stop a threat they knew next to nothing about?

Quest for the Golden Puffle 3 (3): The Last Piece

The Caster glided quickly towards the woods with Regulus in tow.  As she went, she reflected on the events of the past few minutes.  She had been sure Sir would squeal on her, knew the man hated coffee, and was aware that Sir always gave correspondents twenty minutes to get to a spur of the moment meeting.  The conclusion?  Sir would call Alaska and Yukon almost immediately after she made her final departure from his home and tell them to meet him in twenty minutes at the place he would least likely go to - the Coffee Shop.  It was child's play.  At least for the observant.  And no one beat the Caster at that game.

Quest for the Golden Puffle 3 (2): Office Oddity

Alaska and Yukon sat at their desks in the EPF offices.  They had been employed by the EPF for a few months now - ever since Mr. Sir fired them - but things hadn't been improving.  The thrill of adventure was gone and in its wake laid mounds of paperwork.  They both missed their previous job greatly.

Then came the call.

Quest for the Golden Puffle 3 (1): All That Glitters

Please Note: This story is the continuation of the storyline started in "Quest For the Golden Puffle 2" and continued in "All Hands On Deck."  If you don't read those two stories before this one, you will be extremely confused.

There was a man walking through the snow in town.  He was a light blue penguin with a hairy mustache, a brown detective coat, and a gray hat.  He looked just like anyone else on that street, but he actually carried a heavy burden.

Ruby and the Ruby 2 (7): Ruby in the Rough

Jacques ran quickly.  The bluetooth piece was stationery in a remote part of the woods.  Hammer watched the arrow that indicated himself and was soon following the path to Ruby.

Hammer then saw an open window in the corner of the screen.  It held a report that detailed the specifics of the ruby that Sizzle was after.  Evidently, the ruby was extremely rare and was made out of a rare substance that, in the typed words of Director Drake Sizzle, were "essential for Plan: Reset, the details of which are classified and only viewable by myself."

The detective finished skimming the report and clicked back to the GPS page.  He was now on top of the signal.  Moments later, he heard a crunch under his right foot and a burning sensation on the bottom of it.

Whoever made this is cool

Ruby and the Ruby 2 (6): Gone Girl

Jacques once again made his way back to PSA HQ in the black night.  He had always disliked Drake Sizzle, the person he was certain was behind all of this, but he had never thought of him as evil.  He was a dislikeable, arrogant man, but Hammer had never once thought of him as despicable.

However, it was not a far stretch.  Sizzle viewed life as an equation that needed to be solved and Hammer knew he went to great lengths to get what he wanted.  That being said, Sizzle had plenty of money.  Why would he want a ruby?  It had to be for a weapon or something.

Ruby and the Ruby 2 (5): Hammer and Saw

Hammer continued to think about his distaste for Drake Sizzle as he made his way back to the hotel.  However, once he entered, he snapped back to the case he was actually supposed to solve.  He curtly nodded at Dom, who had apparently not moved since they left a half hour ago, and made his way to Ruby's room with careful feet.

Source: Monchocho

Ruby and the Ruby 2 (4): Necessary Nuisance

The snow cracked under the feet of the detective and client as the two made their way across town, away from Ruby's home.  They didn't talk because there was nothing to talk about.  Jacques Hammer may have been more inclined to make conversation had he not known of Ruby's suspicious, but perhaps innocent, activities over the past few weeks.

Ruby and the Ruby 2 (3): Doorman Doubts

The usually bustling hotel lobby was very calm as Ruby and Jacques Hammer entered the building, Hammer holding the door for the miss like a gentlemen.  The quiet room was spacious and luxurious, with red, gold, and brown being the main colors speckling the room.  Only one man stood in the lobby, behind the desk: Dom, the doorman, who had worked at the hotel for as long as anyone could remember.  The three exchanged pleasantries.

Ruby and the Ruby 2 (2): Safe and Sounds

A gentle rain began as Ms. Ruby found her way to the chair in front of Jacques Hammer's desk.  Hammer retrieved a notebook from his bag of office possessions and flipped to an open page.  He then messily rummaged around his bag for a pencil.  Instead he found a crayon, but, being too tired and embarrassed to dive into the colossal mess again, he alternatively turned to his notebook and acted like nothing was amiss.  Ms. Ruby was in such a state that she did not even notice his unprofessional act.

Ruby sighed.  "Mr. Hammer," she said, in a quiet voice, "someone is after me."  She paused and breathed.  Her next statement came out only in a whisper.  "And they want my ruby."

Ruby and the Ruby 2 (1): Back Again

Jacques Hammer stood at the window of his office.  The rain pelted against the glass as the trees swayed in the wind.  He was reflecting over his last case, which he had solved about three months ago.  Business was slow, the late rent was piling up, and no one had come into the office in weeks.

His work hours usually ended at 4:00 PM.  However, he was holding out hope that a client would come in.  It was foolish, and he knew it, but someone had to come in.

The time was 10:03.

All Hands On Deck (5): Something To Finish

The year?  2014.  The situation?  Not so unfamiliar for Mr. Sir.

Sir, the former boss of Alaska and Yukon, was currently searching his key chain to find the right key for his home.  His hands shook.  He knew who was behind that door - the Caster, who had been ordering him around for almost five months now.  Despite the frequent nature of the situation he was currently in - returning to tell the woman that whatever job she had told him to do was done - and the fact he knew how the next conversation would go, he was still terrified when he talked to the girl.