Ello. This is BMS. This is the page for my story, Eyan's story. It is based sometimes loosely on real events, and is centered around my OC, Eyan.
Part 1[]
Setting: Lunchroom
Time: Hungry O' Clock
Discription: Eyan and his friend are talking about what they have been doing lately
Friend :(Skeptical) So let me get this straight. You are telling me, you created firebending. With SCIENCE!?!
Eyan :(With serious straight face) And water bending. Earthbending is still in planning.
Friend : (Looking skeptical / intreuged) Is this the first time you had these kinds of ideas?
Eyan : (Slightly Irritated) No. It's not. But the last time I tried to share my ideas, the goverment stole them.
F. : (Mildly supprised) The government?
E. : Yes. That supersonic incapasitator was my idea first. I made the mistake of uploading the idea to the internet while I was almost done with my blueprints.
F. : (Thoughtful expresion) Huh.... Do you think you might be able t-
E. : (Irritated) NO. I will not care to explain. I could, but the gonervment is listening to us right now.
F. : (Scoff) What, invisable super spys?
E. : Yes. that was one of the ideas of mine.
F. : (Looks in corner of room ceiling) Like that guy with the NVG?
E. : No. That's Bill. He keeps the government off of me.
*5 men in now sparking high tech spandex fall from cieling, knocked out*
E. : (Sips drink) Like that.
E. : (Finishes drink) I won't explain my designs, just that it involves hydraulics, magnets, pressure pads,
flammable sticky puddy, the works.
F. : (Wide eyes) Flammable sticky puddy?
E. : (One eyebrow raised) Well, can you think of anything that would work better than greek fire? Because I'm open to ideas. That stuff is expensive.
F. : So... you... what, squezze a pad on your palm and the thing works?
E. : Not at all. But, if you really need to know how it works, yes, you can think of it that way.
F. : Oh...
E. : Now, please, run off before my paranoia tells me to do something, now that I told you.
F. : Wait, what?
E. : You heard me. Go.
* Friend leaves *
*Eyan, without looking up, thrown a piece of pizza, a bannana, and an energy drink to Bill, whose head is poking out from a hole in the ceiling*
E. : (Monotone voice) Lunchtime.
*Eyan exits room, and NVG lights fade away*