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Post by zandyne on Apr 8, 2010 22:30:19 GMT -5
It sucked up the Chaos flames like an ugly sponge before exploding like a horrible, giant extremely hot, balloon. What was remarkable was the lack of destruction from its implosion, but the damage to Veritas's impeccable greasiness was done, she was now minutely cleaner and "presentable" by high school prom standards.
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Post by raptorman on Apr 12, 2010 19:09:39 GMT -5
Walter looked at the two options and he was not particularly happy with either of them. He did not want to remove his costume and put on either of those things. But given the fact that he had to choose one the choice was rather easy. Some of his fellow heroes went about in suits and so given the precedent it was tolerable for him to wear one. He reached for the suit. "I will take this one"
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Post by zandyne on Apr 12, 2010 19:34:08 GMT -5
The shadow creature squiggled at the choice and wasn't sure if it was supposed to be reluctant or pleased over Walter's choice. Either way, it departed as soon as he had a firm grip on the clothes. As each of them tidied themselves up, some would hear random light footfalls and whining of 'Buuuuuut Rosssssssssssie its weird looking!' followed with the pleading southern drawls that it was of the greatest importance. But otherwise the distractions were minor. The only indicators that 'dinner' was approaching were the rich smells of usual feast fodder. How even Walter's broom closet managed this will forever be a mystery. All of the guests were alerted that they were to be summoned down to the dining hall when their doors creaked open, allowing for an even thicker and more aromatic smell to drown them. Laid before them was a vast table lined with far too many chairs and dinner candles. The lights were also considerably dimmer, apparently arrangements were made to ensure no one could comfortably read a book, but would still be able to make out the details of otherwise blobular shapes of people. Off to the side of the great hall was probably the kids' table as all the Vintages were restlessly squirming in their seats and itching at their tiny boy-scout uniforms. Roslin was nowhere to be seen, but then again she was the chef of the castle... In fact the only other senior servant was Gen, and some would have to double-take at her as she was now wearing fashion that didn't seem very much her usual motif. As for Queen Ivan himself, he was already seated at the table, near the head seat, but not in it. Apparently he was stuck with black bunny ears and something akin to the clothes worn by waiters at Chip n' Dales. His arms were folded tightly and gave the impression that he was even angrier than before. "Announcing her majesty," Gen declared at a seemingly random interval. When she did, a horrible mass of fat, misshapen dark flesh rose from the ground near the head chair. If this was the 'bitch' that Ivan had venomously alluded to, it couldn't be known, it didn't look anything like a female or even a human for that matter. Its sliding, grating voice, of sandpaper translated to sound did little to hint at what she really was, "AAaaasssssSSSuUUUmME yOOOoURrrr SSSSSsseaAAAtSS." Regardless of if anyone actually complied, it seated its hideous mass on its dinner throne. A male attendant, one they'd never seen before was quickly by her side, scooting tiny red-rimmed glasses up his nose as he tried in vain to move her seat out enough to accommodate her sickening girth. (Faux Paux courtesy of True, and if anyone wants to know, Chip n Dales is the male equal of Hooters.)
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 12, 2010 20:26:21 GMT -5
Devon stared in shock at the entity that arrived, but when told to sit, he quickly slid into his seat, careful to lay his ponytail behind his chair before scooting in. With the dark lighting, at least the costume wasn't as bad as he had expected. Hardly anyone would actually be able to make out any details of it unless they were right near him.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Apr 12, 2010 21:09:00 GMT -5
(Aww, cute. =D)
"Yo, bitch!" Gangster Veritas began as the gelatinous thing seated itself, always happy to "start shit." Her emerald dress was in all manner of disarray from her vain attempts to "pimp it" in a hurry, and while she'd already seated herself, she jumped upright. "What the fuck was up with the water and shit?! Fucking coulda KILLED me, bitch!"
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Post by zandyne on Apr 12, 2010 21:55:57 GMT -5
The feminine Jabba the Hut jiggled with....well something other than joy, "GGggaaaAAArrrRReeeeEEEEEtttTTTEee," it groaned, waving a limb that was more flipper than hand.
Her servant bowed, but not low enough to send his small attendant hat tumbling off his smoothed back hair. Garrette quickly reached into the pocket of his waistcoat, it looked like he'd retrieved a card, but when his hand was fully retracted from his clothing, it'd somehow turned into some sort of shotgun.
He held it with one arm, a feat which any who knew a grain of gun handling would figure he didn't value his arm or had ever fired one in his life, directly at Ivan's face. It was a mystery why the magician didn't do any of his previous tricks to disarm the other man. The servant glared at him as, one would assume his finger started to clench the trigger.
"You're a goddamn asshole," was the last thing the bunny-eared ex-host uttered before the bespectacled one pulled the trigger.
His arm didn't recoil as it should have from the force, but Ivan and the back of his chair were blown away. The expended shell was expelled as he held the tip of the shotgun aloft with his shoulder. The new hostess quivered as cackling pudding would.
Garrette took it upon himself to speak for his slow-tongued mistress in marvelously aloof and highly British tones, "Sir Ivan neglected to inform her Majesty that the guests have comforts to be met. Are there any other complaints that must be filed?"
He cocked the shotgun and waved it back down to where Ivan was supposedly still plastered to the floor.
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 12, 2010 22:16:19 GMT -5
Devon had jumped to his feet as the shotgun was drawn, then after the showing, glowered at the man. "Yeah, I've got a complaint," he spoke up. "And it has to do with people shooting other people in the face! And I have another one about my intense dislike for lazy f---"
Before the to-be-priestess could finish, the invisible force of Cybele yanked him so hard that he flew off his feet and back into the chair, which promptly slammed itself back in place up to the table.
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Post by zandyne on Apr 12, 2010 22:30:34 GMT -5
He chortled like any good Englishman, "Goodness, I mean complaints about Sir Ivan. Don't worry, he can take a lot more," to prove his point he swapped gun, this time to a smaller firearm, a generic handgun, and shot the downed man again who groaned in response, "See? You needn't worry, he's just getting a good spanking for what he's done. He can't die thanks to her Majesty."
Garrette tapped the tip of the gun to the bottom of his chin, it was clear he knew who it was directed at, but was adamant in shifting it to someone else anyway, "I wonder who the lazy fuck is," he chuckled again, "It must be Sir Ivan but I don't recall him getting that far with anyone."
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 12, 2010 22:52:01 GMT -5
The blonde opened his mouth to try to answer, but the same force that had knocked him into the chair kept him from speaking, and after a moment, he jerked his hand up for just a moment to point at the shapeless blob at the end of the table.
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Post by zandyne on Apr 14, 2010 19:01:48 GMT -5
The hostess didn't take too kindly to the persistent implication that she was lazy, but she didn't actively strive to do anything about it, except speak, it was still grating to hear, but it wasn't nearly the level of sluggish enunciation of before, "Sir, or should I call you Lady? Devon. Rashness is so unbecoming of you!"
She made an odd smacking sound after that declaration, maybe she was licking her lips, assuming of course she had even those. Her majesty thumped a limb to summon Garrette's attention, and he indiscriminately produced a wine bottle and a glass.
She continued speaking as she swirled its contents with snooty measure, "Otherwise how do you all like the stay at my castle? Queen Ivan's entertainment and his 'friends' company included of course."
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 16, 2010 0:16:49 GMT -5
"I wasn't aware this was your castle," Devon answered back, albeit more politely than before, probably due to Cybele, who also occupied his hands (unknown to the rest of the table to be attempting inappropriate gestures) by preparing his napkin. Either way, the blonde had decided that, as little as he liked Ivan, he liked The Blob even less.
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Post by zandyne on Apr 16, 2010 0:25:36 GMT -5
"It's only natural, I am the King of this land after all," she mused over her depleted glass which Garrette promptly filled.
"Still, you didn't answer my question Devon, how do you like your stay at this castle?" How she knew his name at all was an abrupt mystery, especially since he hadn't shared his name with even Ivan, much less the unsightly and even smugger mass before them.
"I would like to hear from the rest of you as well," she motioned her glass to the rest of the party.
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 16, 2010 0:36:57 GMT -5
"The toadstool is quite comfortable," he answered sincerely, "moreso than I had suspected. Other than that, I have more important things to do than this and I am quite eager to return to them."
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Post by zandyne on Apr 16, 2010 0:49:57 GMT -5
She made a strange sound that was probably meant to be purring but instead sounded like an old engine dying, "Do you hear that Panda? You did something right! You've earned twenty points!"
The odd nickname was intended for Ivan as a strained You bitch wafted up from below the table. She giggled with gooey wriggles at this.
"Oh, but speaking of that, if you want to go back you will have to earn a million points. But since you've been soooo honest, I'll do a favor just for you, as long as it doesn't kill someone, and the end result doesn't remove you from the castle grounds. Consider it a small prize for earning the points in the Zombie Busters game."
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Post by Ninmast on Apr 16, 2010 0:59:17 GMT -5
Devon arched a petite but suspicious eyebrow. "How big a favor?"
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