Okey-doke:

I find myself growing bigger, breaking the bag! I. Am. A. Lynx!

I
start ripping the thugs and there `boss'. I snap the ropes they tied my
dog up in, and dash to the back room. "Liers!" I snarled; the others
weren't there! So I turned into me again, grabbed my dog and was gone,
same rule applies here as every where; every man for themselves. Me, and my dog, she looks out for me I look out for her.

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I sneaked back to the stage, hoping no one would notice me slinking through the cobblestone streets. I slowly approached the rooms behind the theater where I usually slept, hearing Bart's soft snoring from inside.

"Taylor, what are you doing?"

I whirled around to see Mr. Clancy standing behind me with a lantern, tapping his foot impatiently.

"Where have you been, Taylor?" he barked. "You missed the show! Everyone in town wanted to see your tricks! Do you think I can afford for them to be dissapointed like that?"

"N-no sir, there was just a bit of an incident!" I stammered.

"Incidents, my foot!" Mr. Clancy snapped back. "You're lucky I did'nt fire you on the spot! No go to your room!"

"Yes si-" CRACK! A flash of lightning cut me off, and I tumbled to the street, momentarily stunned. When I got back up, I saw that it had spontaneously started raining. Hard. I gasped when I saw what the bolt of thunder had done to the tavern. It was going up in flames! Soon the sounds of the howling wind and thunder were joined by the shouts of people coming out of their houses with buckets of water, trying in vane to put out the fire.

Mr. Clancy's eyes were as wide as saucers, all of the chaos reflected in the lenses of his spectacles. When he finally came to his senses, he started yelling at me over the sound of the thunder and screaming. "WE'LL DISCUSS THIS LATER, TAYLOR! GET INSIDE!"

I nodded, breathlessly, knowing I would'nt be much help putting out fires, and ran inside the chambers to find Bart sitting up in bed.

"Draco!" he cried. "What is going on?!" 

Ok, story change, ignore my last comment.

Aibhilhin's soul burned. Something inside her, a thing made fragile by the events of that day, snapped.

What was the thing that snapped?

Her temper.

Pillars of stone shot out, blocking the lioness wherever she turned. 

Run, little lion, Aibhilhin smirked in mindspeak.

The itsy bitsy lion

Aibhilhin enclosed the raging lioness.

Ran off without a doubt.

Aibhilhi laughed in mindspeak.

Down came the rain 

Layla tried to escape.

And found the lion out.

Layla screamed as the wall closed over her. Suddenly the wall evaporated, and the fire boy and Layla and Bradey and the flying girl and the girl and her dog were all there, confused. Suddenly, they remembered who they were. And there, in the middle of the town square, was the temporal diamond.

(So, how about you are all sent to different times and only one of us remembers who we were and we have to find the others and tell them. I don't remember who I am when I go to the apocalyptic future.) 

If Yetolyx is Bradey's dad, that means Bradey is one third human, one third wolf, and one third squid. Weird :P

OK, so when Draco goes to the Aztecs, he remembers his life in England, but not his life in America as a superhero.  On with the RP!

The diamond exploded, and I was tossed backward, seemingly for years. When I finally hit the ground, it had stopped raining. I got up, brushed myself off, and looked around. I seemed to be in a sort of jungle clearing, surrounded by strange birds and plants I'd never seen. Well, Mr. Clancy had crafted some elaborate scenery in his lifetime, but this was ridiculous. 

I paced around the clearing. "Very funny, guys!" I called. "You can come out now!" there was no answer.

"Mr. Clancy! Bart! Where are you?" Still nothing. Nothing but the soft sound of the breeze and a nearby river. Wait, river? Daring to venture deeper into what I thought was a staged jungle, I saw that there was indeed a narrow river  weaving between the trees. I would have thought it was beautiful if I wasn't sick to my stomach.

I dropped to my knees, my head reeling in realization of the jungle being an actual jungle. I thought at first it was one of Bart's pranks, but everything was real. The birds, the river, not to mention the ominous volcano looming in the  distance. How could this have happened? People don't just randomly get transported to the amazon rain forest. I decided it had been something I'd had at the tavern. A rotten apple, perhaps, that was causing me  to hallucinate...

Just when I thought things couldn't get any weirder, a man burst out of the trees. A dark-skinned man riding on a llama, with a feathered headdress and a spear in his hand. He pointed the weapon at my throat. "Come with me, intruder," the man said in a deep, stern voice. "I will have the chief decide what to do with you."