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fandomhigh2007-08-13 10:50 pm
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Mad Science, August 14th
Once again, the danger shop had been set up to look like a weird lab in the bottom of some large building. A coffee pot had been left to percolate over top of one of the bunsen burners for the students, while the professor busied himself with something at the front of the room. Once all the students had taken their seats, he hoisted something up on to the main lab counter with a loud thud.
"Good afternoon, students!" he said. "I hope that all of you brought an item this week as I told you to. In the last real class most of you successfully made daimon eggs, after several explosive failures. This week, we're making actual daimon monsters!"
He moved to the back of the room, and showed the students previous monsters he had made from a doorknob, a colt handgun, a book manuscript, and a microphone, before heading back to the front of the class.
He patted his machine, whichwas certainly looked like a large green EZ-Bake oven with a black star painted on the side. "This machine combines the egg with a common household item. But, Professor, how on Earth does that work? you ask. Never you mind, and get back to making me some lunch! I reply."
There was another thunk as the professor picked up a karaoke machine and put it on the table next to the oven. "You may remember this evil Karaoke machine and its evil database of Céline Dion and Fergie songs from an earlier class." He opened the door to the EZ-bake oven and shoved the karaoke machine inside. "This machine will combine any item inside with a daimon egg, and turn it into a full-grown daimon monster capable of stealing pure heart crystals, and fighting meddling do-gooders.
He flipped a switch on the side of the oven. There was a loud flare of dramatic music, as large amounts of energy passed through the oven and cast out a brilliant light. Finally, there was a large explosion and a smoke cloud that looked suspiciously like a cormorant and the door burst open.
A blue skinned woman wearing a dress that looked like it belonged on an American idol reject pulled herself out of the box. For some reason, she also had a tape deck in her stomach and a microphone growing out of her bellybutton. "Kara-Okay!" she declared loudly to the class.
The professor hustled her over to the side of the room and rubbed his hands together. "And thus, you have a portable and ready-to-go daimon! So, bring your eggs and your items up, and let's see what sort of daimon you've made! And remember, you will be using these for the final next week, so you'd better hope that you get a good one."
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"Good afternoon, students!" he said. "I hope that all of you brought an item this week as I told you to. In the last real class most of you successfully made daimon eggs, after several explosive failures. This week, we're making actual daimon monsters!"
He moved to the back of the room, and showed the students previous monsters he had made from a doorknob, a colt handgun, a book manuscript, and a microphone, before heading back to the front of the class.
He patted his machine, which
There was another thunk as the professor picked up a karaoke machine and put it on the table next to the oven. "You may remember this evil Karaoke machine and its evil database of Céline Dion and Fergie songs from an earlier class." He opened the door to the EZ-bake oven and shoved the karaoke machine inside. "This machine will combine any item inside with a daimon egg, and turn it into a full-grown daimon monster capable of stealing pure heart crystals, and fighting meddling do-gooders.
He flipped a switch on the side of the oven. There was a loud flare of dramatic music, as large amounts of energy passed through the oven and cast out a brilliant light. Finally, there was a large explosion and a smoke cloud that looked suspiciously like a cormorant and the door burst open.
A blue skinned woman wearing a dress that looked like it belonged on an American idol reject pulled herself out of the box. For some reason, she also had a tape deck in her stomach and a microphone growing out of her bellybutton. "Kara-Okay!" she declared loudly to the class.
The professor hustled her over to the side of the room and rubbed his hands together. "And thus, you have a portable and ready-to-go daimon! So, bring your eggs and your items up, and let's see what sort of daimon you've made! And remember, you will be using these for the final next week, so you'd better hope that you get a good one."
Re: Make your own daimon!
When the smoke had cleared, there was a rather... round, bright-orange daimon bouncing around him.
.... Great.