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| Rylaf | Jan 25 2010, 10:53 PM Post #11 |
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Leaping back as if scalded, he could only cringe, like a beaten dog, and endure the nagging. Nodding repeatedly, scratching the back of his man sheepishly, it was all he could do to not collapse to the ground and burst into tears. She was just that good at breaking down a man's spirit. A bit more sober now as the reality of their situation dawned upon him, he adapted a bit of a subdued air as Pen excused and manuevered the both of them out of the dining room. “You’re DRUNK? How are you supposed to fight if you can’t even walk straight? I’d have you know that it was me who had to practically drag you over here!” Waving his arms frantically, he murmured optimistically, "No no! I'm sober now, see! A B C D E F G H I J K L-" “Now look buddy I’m not going to die because of you so, GET IT TOGETHER.” Damn, girl. Right about now he could really use a hug and a couple of beers. Brightening up momentarily as she took him about the collar, his dreams of receiving a smooch or the like were quickly dashed as she throttled the unfortunate lad. When she had finally released him, he staggered backwards, leaning against the wall for support, unable to handle the wildly spinning world. By the time he had righted himself out, she was already back for more. Holding his hands out in defense, he attempted to hold her at bay, not quite keen on having his world shaken up once more after he had finally gained solid ground. “Look before we even try to kill these suckers we have to try something first kay? And for this I need you to be very serious and, stuff.” Straightening himself out, Thursday saluted repeatedly. “We're going to see if we’re compatible and by compatible I need to see if you can wield me in my weapon form, got it?” Keeping a straight face, he barked out, "Affirmative!" Bracing himself, he realized that this would be the first time he would ever see Pen in her weapon form. What would she be? If he had to guess, based on her personality, probably something BIG, BRUTISH, like.... “Okay ready? Hold out your hands and you better catch me or I swear!” Yeah, definitely something big and brutish. Shielding his eyes as a bright light bathed the restroom they were lurking in, he thrust his arm into the center of the lightshow, before wrapping his fingers around the handle of Pen's Weapon form. Blinking owlishly, he gazed at the large axe held girmly within his grip. Handling her carefully, he commented whimsically, more to himself than to the weapon he was holding, "Huh, you're a lot lighter than I'd expected you to be." A mischevious glint flickered in bloody red depths of Thursday's irises, the shadow of a smirk playing just about the corner of his lips. Gripping the handle tighter, he swung the weapon about experimentally, reassured as the whistling shriek of the blade slicing through the air greated his ears. Wheew. Wolf-whistling admiringly, he tapped the axehandle against his collar. He could feel her traits, her quirks, flowing up from his arm into his brain, feeding him all the information he needed to know about his partner. Such a sensitive soul she was. But then again, it meshed perfectly with his carefree nature. Swinging her about some more, he had already grown accustomed to the weapon, he commented lightly, tinged with a bit of optimism, "I don't know much, but I'd say it feels like we're going to go a long way together, Miss~" Clearing his throat, he inquired in a bit more serious of tone, "So what next?" |
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 26 2010, 01:20 AM Post #12 |
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The head waiter watched Lady Xiety’s butler with some disdain. Had he not been glaring at the man with such utter shock and anger the other staff might have been friendlier towards him, but as the head butler was the one in control of their pay checks (and their lives) they were always eager to comply with his wishes, and were sensitive to his approval or disapproval. He seemed, quite apart from that, to have a hypnotic gaze, and people found themselves generally unable to refuse an order from him, and in his presence eager to appease. The fact of the matter was simply that the head waiter, back when he had his own body, had certainly worked his way up the ranks, but he had done so in a style appropriate to his master, which was to say, he ate his superiors. It was a dogs-body eat dogs-body world, and he was now resting head and shoulders above the rest. His simple minded body was a sad necessity, but thankfully he had developed the requisite skills to take direct control of the simpleton and use him as he would his own body (had it not been eaten up by his most generous of masters). It was therefore with some shock that he was stolen from his perch, right at the time when he should have been commanding his troop of servers. He was too surprised to do anything much, and in short order too unconscious. His simple minded holder, not yet released from his spell, simply stood staring into thin air, as though all was well. The other servants, shocked into absolute silence, looked to the hulking man for guidance, but seeing him unblinking at the head butler being assaulted, kidnapped and possibly killed they were unable to come to grips with the situation themselves, and quickly slid back into their servile roles. The head butler may have felt gratified to know that he had trained his staff so well that they could do without him entirely, and that’s exactly what they did. ----- In the kitchen, the cook grimaced. It was time to make the master’s special dish. The one that would not be shared by the other guests. Into a pot of stew, he tipped soul after soul, all of them innocent. The chef had always believed that stew was food for the soul. He took a spoonful of the stew, as he was used to doing, and had a taste to make sure the consistency was correct. It always seemed to taste better once the souls were in, and it seemed to be getting harder and harder for the cook to resist eating the entire dish himself. He was, however, proud of his position, and so he tended to find his food elsewhere. Seeing a small serving boy lagging behind the group, the chef called him away for a ‘special task’ and had soon killed and eaten the boy (who would merely be an appetiser for the cook as the night went on). -------- The head butler woke up and had enough time to glare blearily into a world of whiteness and light before being punched out again. The next time he awoke he was in a toilet stall. He remembered everything, and was in an absolute rage. He would kill that insolent butler and feed it to the master himself... or not quite by himself. With a sharp mental call, his stupid attendant started homing in on his master. He would stop at nothing, and would more than easily kick down the stall door to rescue his charge.
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| Penelope | Jan 26 2010, 06:45 PM Post #13 |
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What’s next? Pen wondered. Oh I dunno how bout me keeling over and dying for a few minutes? Pen thought idly as she gave a tired sigh. All that stressing just flew right out of her because they managed to work out. “Can I just, relax for a bit?” She said quite breathlessly. Going to try at sitting but realizing she was floating. She couldn’t quite place the difference in her weapon space but she had to opt with saying that floating was just as good as sitting. Although as she float for those sparse few seconds, a jumble of emotions were twitching above her head. Not necessarily actually emotions being above her head, they just were twitching, slowly moving against her mind as if to say, I’m here, I’m new, these aren’t your emotions! Something like that. Though as they did Pen familiarized herself enough to note that these emotions were Thursday’s and what a jumble of them they were. He seemed quite ready for a fight and with a grimace she realized that jumping into the fray was not in order. No, she had to mingle and see who was evil and who was just some hapless sap caught in the crossfire. So even though she wished to remain floating she realized no she couldn’t. But to be quite honest they did accomplish something other than making away with the head butler and almost ruining their chance at cover. They were compatible. Yay. So with a smirk she transformed quickly back to her usual form and when back she was at her knees but quickly sprouted straight back up, giving Thursday the thumbs up. “Well at least we can work together!” She smiled quite triumphant before swerving away from him. She went back towards the mirror, fixed up her hair again and patted down her dress for any ‘imaginary’ dust particles. Feeling like she looked quite good enough she went back to Thursday and gave him a pat on the shoulder. Of course though all of this was going quite fast and she must admit that he may be a little disappointed. What with her transforming and then transforming back but MAN, it was for the sake of the mission! “Alright I’m going to go mingle; I suggest you do the same with the servers and what not. We need to see who here is innocent and who’s just plain dangerous, so I need your soul perception to pick out who from what. Um, yes. Meanwhile I’ll chat up the locals see what I can come back with. Try not to do anything stupid, please for me?” She nodded once; fixed up his bowtie she mangled and went out the bathroom. When she went back to her seat, she gave a wave to her fellows before staring up at them with a shy but completely sincere smile. “I’m sorry for that little transgression but I am quite frazzled with being here. This is my first time at ever being invited.” She gave an awkward little laugh to settle the mood. “But I can’t be the only one right? Who else here is this being their first time?” She looked about at everyone who was in ear shot of her, waiting for someone to pipe up. |
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| Rylaf | Jan 26 2010, 07:18 PM Post #14 |
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Maintaining his composure long enough to resist the urge to collapse to his knees, as his partner left the bathroom, he quickly vented his emotions, doing a celebratory robot dance before throwing his head back and howling (as quietly as possible) "WAHOOO~". Whew. But now was probably time to get back to business. Adjusting his adjusted bowtie even further, he observed himself in the mirror, straightening out all the ruffles and stains that had stuck to his form during his moments of madness earlier in the day. Feeling satisfied with his more dignified appearance, he exited the bathroom, turned the corner, and saw just down the hallway, a burly looking fellow heading towards him. Blanching as he felt the waves of hostility wash over his form, he squeaked and quickly scurried back into the bathroom, running around in circles, arms flailing into the air wildly. Crap! Crap crap crappity crap! He was trapped! Why would someone he had never met hate him so much? Well. Then again. Scratching his chin contemplatively, he concentrated his Soul Perception Abilities, or as he liked to call it, 'Souldar', just to get an idea of how much time he had before the guy reached him. Wait, what's this? Sliding his feet across the bathroom floor, he kicked in the stall, finding himself staring at a quite sinister looking head, staring back at him. Vagueling remembering punching something in his drunken tirade, all color in his face drained as he recognized the telltale bruises and welts upon the heads face. But wait, how did a head even function on it's own anyways?! And what could he even do to the head alone?! By the time he accomplished anything, the big fellow would come staggering in. Damn it! It wasn't like he had much fighting ability without a Weapon in the first place, that was why he was a Meister wasn't he?! He needed a weapon, a weapon who was probably currently socializing at the dining table... At the very least, if he took care of things here inside the bathroom, there was less of a chance that the noise of the inevitable ruckus wouldn't reach the Dining Room, and by extension, the morbidly obese Count Duckula. Undoubtedly, this head was like a homing beacon. Why else would the events play out this way? Damn it! This was why he had designated Penny to be the brains of this partnership! Biting his bottom lip, he concluded at the very least, he ought to punish this stupid head. With a swipe of his hand, he sent the toilet paper spinning, rolls of the stuff piling up against the floor. Grabbing the entire mess, he dumped it over the head's face. It wasn't much, but hey, what else could he do? And with that, he shut the stall door, and scurried back into the center of the bathroom, looking for materials he could use. It was a goddamned bathroom for chrissakes. Cursing venomously under his breath, the telltale footsteps approaching the entrance of the bathroom caught his attention. Without a second thought, he scaled up the wall, and pressed himself against the ceiling over the entrance. Being a professional stalke- 'butler', ('I am not a stalker, I am not a stalker' he muttered consolingly to himself), he was used to this kind of thing. But even so, he figured that his chances of coming out on top of this situation were increased if he set up an ambush. Praying that the attendant wouldn't see him, he held his breath and waited. Edited by Rylaf, Jan 26 2010, 07:29 PM.
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 27 2010, 02:42 AM Post #15 |
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The head butler had never been so angry, not since he had acquired his kishin-egg powers. Pathetically he tried to blow the toilet paper off his face, but it refused to move. Furthermore, it fluttered in and out irritatingly whenever he breathed. He had quickly gathered his senses after being punched, and had heard most of what the two villains had said while they were in the bathroom. So the butler and his lady were in fact meister and weapon (presumably Shibusen seeing as they were concerned with sorting out who was ‘innocent’) and the boy had soul perception. Most intriguing and yet how irritating that they posed a threat to the master’s party (although not the master himself, as if one lowly team from Shibusen would be able to defeat him). Soon after his revelation, the head butler’s ‘body’ burst into the bathroom, and completely failed to notice Thursday, as it was more intent with demolishing the stalls in search of it’s (other) head. As soon as it found the head, and the team was back together, they would take it upon themselves to warn the master (personally), and after that, there were rats to kill. The head butler licked his lips in anticipation, and then made a quick mental note that he needed the body to apply some chapstick before any of this occurred, because his lips were becoming dry, and that was just plain annoying. In the kitchen the cook had finished his master’s ‘special dish’ and had managed to stop himself eating the help long enough to have them take it away for the master. Soon it would arrive, bubbling hot, and full of chunky soul pieces, just the way the master liked. No doubt the man would be so hungry for those souls by now that the unfortunate servant would be eaten, along with the expensive dish that the meal was in. At the table, conversation had been ever so dull, although the snobby people had amused themselves for a short time talking about the antics of Lady Xiety and her butler. It was therefore with great enthusiasm that she was welcomed back to the table, despite her obvious low breeding. Readily those around her agreed that they too were new party members, and had only the barest knowledge of what was to go on. So far the party had been frightfully boring, but they had been assured that it would increase their social standing, and that is why they had come – to see, and be seen. There was a quickly cut off scream of pain and terror, as the count, tired of waiting for his food, casually ate the guest closest to him, while still listening to the prattle of some earl or other who was talking of his old boarding school days. Those closest to the count grew concerned expressions and tried to subtly shift away from him, while the newer guests seemed to go white as the blood drained from their faces, but being of good breeding none appeared to be overly shocked by proceedings, and after ascertaining that none of the other guests would be pointing out the disgraceful behaviour they seemed to decide, in an entirely unspoken way, to ignore it as well. |
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| Penelope | Jan 27 2010, 04:56 AM Post #16 |
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Pen was busy mentally cursing all these up tight fools whilst Thursday was going about dealing with a very upset body and head. Of course she hadn’t a clue of this so as she nodded politely, keeping her anger at bay. She did a low whistle as she was just about to go and admire the food. You know doing little points here; jabs there, you know really just suck these assholes into thinking little of her. Why? Oh well so that when she cuts them down she doesn’t feel any such remorse. Though when that scream happened it had immediately stopped her from trying her hand at the many utensils spread out around her, still though she had with her a knife. The knife being the first thing she had a mind to grab for. So while clenching the knife she watched in mild horror as the Count ate a person whole. What was even more terrifying was that no one was saying a god damn thing about it! Sure some people looked just as mortified as her but nobody was doing anything. All sitting there, quite as stun just as much as she was. So as Pen worked her mouth in circles, tightening her hand on the knife she had figured this was her time to act even with or without Thursday. Besides, she could completely handle herself even with this knife as her only weapon. Because she found that there was still no reason to blow her cover as a weapon of Shibusen, surely she can still come off as some lowly invited guest. Well, till Thursday popped up. So at this she pushed away from her seat just as some servant came out of the double wide doors that lead off into the kitchen. With him he was pushing a large cart with an even larger meal atop it. It was steaming and at the sight Pen grinned. Oh wouldn’t that be fun to pour on that fat old tard. As Pen stood to her full height she pointed the knife in such a deranged manner that people near her had to duck. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?” She thundered, kicking her chair right into the table that caused it to shudder from the mere force. |
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| Rylaf | Jan 27 2010, 05:21 AM Post #17 |
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Thursday Clemens was in a pickle of a situation. But he knew what he needed to do. Sort of. He hoped what he was thinking he needed to do was really the right thing he needed to do. Making a sign of the cross, he pressed his thumb to his lips, looking like he was praying, even though the only thing that he was thinking, or thinksinging, was the tune to Lion King. Hakuna Matata~ And with that, he dropped from the ceiling, plummeting downward and wrapping his arms around the monster's neck, his body and legs dangling freely in the air, like a cape draped across the monster's back. A cape that was trying to choke out it's master, but yeah. Hanging on for dear life as he squeezed tighter, he shut his eyes tight and bit his lip to prevent the shriek of terror from tearing out of his throat. Doing his best not to burst into tears, he silently tightened his chokehold. Edited by Rylaf, Jan 27 2010, 05:23 AM.
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| Imp of Chaos | Jan 28 2010, 02:45 AM Post #18 |
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As Penelope stood, all who were around her gazed at her with varying expressions of disapproval. The disapproval (overall) was so great, in fact, that it seemed to create a thick and foggy atmosphere of oppression. At the very head of the table, Penelope was visible as little larger than a wine glass, and her voice, although loud with indignation and horror, was barely audible over general amiable chatter of people too far away to even bother with disapproving of her atrocious carrying on. Nearby to Penelope one of the men risked social disgrace by hissing angrily at her to ‘do be quiet and sit down, girl’ tugging at her arm trying to get her to stop making a scene. Those who had been sitting nearby were suddenly in a rush to make themselves as far away from Penelope as possible, in case her presence tainted them. In all it was absolutely socially mortifying to behold such bad breeding, and several of the people gagged into their handkerchiefs to show just how much they were affected by the crass actions. How anyone could think of interrupting the master’s feast was beyond imagination. The master, however, seemed completely oblivious to Penelope as his eyes fixed on the delicious treat approaching. His ears were deaf to all conversation, and his fat began to wobble in excitement, as the master began to shiver with his need for the souls. His eyes began to water slightly, and large globs of drool oozed thickly from his maw as he contemplated the first of many dishes. Now was the true start of the feeding frenzy. The servant looked rightfully frightened, and within seconds found himself being eaten whole, along with the dish, the food, and the serving cart. It was all just crunched up together by powerful jaws, for that was (in essence what the master had become, a set of insatiable jaws attached to a blob of a body. He was perfectly designed to do what he did best – eat. -------------------- The hulking body didn’t even notice the new attachment. It staggered slightly until Thursday was settled, before continuing its attempt to become reunited with the head butler. It’s movements were greatly slowed and its path no longer straight as the extra, off balance, weight caused it to stagger from one side to the other, but ultimately, it managed to reach the correct stall, even as it was going red in the face. Slamming the door open, so that it fell inwards (and onto the head butler) the overlarge person fumbled before it finally managed to grab a hold of the butler, before unceremoniously dragging his master up by the hair. Angrily the butler shouted at his body to ‘get rid of the filthy vermin’ that was clinging to it. Puting his master under his considerably sweaty arm, the body slammed its back into a wall, hoping to dislodge the passenger, and if possible to break their bones. He would no doubt reach back with one ham-like hand eventually, once he figured out where the vermin was, and then attempt to break many of the water faucets with said person’s face. |
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| Penelope | Jan 28 2010, 04:29 AM Post #19 |
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“Sit down? SIT DOWN?” She flailed her arms and the knife in her hand flashed dangerously. “You can’t be serious, he just ATE A FRIGGEN PERSON. You expect me to be calm? To just sit down?” She was very indignant about all this. Quite horrified too and couldn’t understand how everyone seemed not to give a rat’s ass. Maybe they were all evil? So maybe this means she could kill them all right here and now! Slowly make her way toward the count and cut him up into itty bitty pieces and then- Pen made a face as if to adjust to what she was thinking so cruelly. For one she didn’t have a clue if these people were like this because of the way they were raised. You know uppity snobs, have to make an impression. That sort of bull shit so this is when she needed Thursday. Running a hand through her hair, she casted everyone at the table, within eye shot that was, a grimace before she hurried away. Holding her stomach as if she was preparing to throw up much like the rest of them seemed to be from her actions. OoOoO Still grumbling she looked at the kitchen to see horrified looking servants before realizing that out of all those horrified looking servants, Thursday wasn’t with that bunch. So it would be safe to say that he was still in the washroom. Doing god knows what. Giving a low primal growl she started out to a jog right back to the washroom before all out running when she heard another scream of terror from behind her. Off in the distance she could make out what used to be the count but from where she was, looked more like a blob with jaws attached to it. Now as she ran she swerved around the corner and hurled herself into the washroom when it was in view. Breaking through the door practically she was huffing and puffing. “Thursday! Get your ass out here were going to town on these—fuckers?” She finished breathlessly just as she saw what appeared to be a person falling back into the wall. Thursday was currently attached to the body by clinging furtively to the being’s back. “Shit.” Quickly bouncing off her feet she whipped across the air as if on instinct to her weapon form. Shining once quite blindly she found herself lodged into the plastic of the stall. She had missed her target and with that she cursed. Edited by Penelope, Jan 28 2010, 04:35 AM.
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| Rylaf | Jan 28 2010, 04:54 AM Post #20 |
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Forget trying to take out this monster, he was just hanging on for dear life. A muffled squeak of terror escaped from his lips as the talking head who he had tp'd earlier started barking orders, specifically, orders to get rid of the vermin clinging to his back. Which in this case, was one Thursday Clemens. If he ever made it out of this alive, he would have to make sure to stick even closer to Penny the next time, regardless of how much she beat or throttled him. He was just helpless without her in so many ways. Gritting his teeth tightly, he stifled the groan of pain as he was slammed bodily into the stall wall, still managing to cling gamely on despite the jolts of pain that ricocheted through his body. Keeping one arm tightly wrapped around the monsters neck, with his free hand, he pinched the monsters cheeks, stretching out its facial features. Hell, at least it was something to do, rather than just hanging on. “Thursday! Get your ass out here were going to town on these—fuckers?” 'My angel, my saviour!' was what Thursday would have shouted, given any other circumstance. But right now, things were looking a bit grim, and rather than waste time and bandy words, it was time to put this big fellow on what he liked to call the Thursday Clemens Diet for Monsters & Villains. Kind of like Jenny Craig, but a couple hundred times more violent and messy. Faster too! A bright flash of light, and a dull 'thunk' echoed through the otherwise empty bathroom. Sighting the Pen-axe lodged into a nearby stall, he released his grip and slid along the monsters back, before scurrying over the debris of the other stalls to retriece his Weapon and Partner. Wrapping his fingers around the handle, he grunted with exertion and pulled, but to no avail. Damn it! Slamming his feet against the stall for leverage, he pulled until his face went red with exertion, before finally the thing gave way, sending the Axe Meister rolling backwards, crashing against the wall. But at least he had his weapon now. Getting to his feet slowly, he whirled the axe about artistically, just because he felt that was what the occassion called for. Aesthetics were an important part of battle too you know! Leaning forward, he sprinted, remaining low to the ground, before swinging Penny towards the monsters leg. With big fellas like this, you had to chop em down to size before you could really take them out, and seeing as how there was about a foot in height difference between the two, he might as well start somewhere. And that was exactly what he did. Screaming shrilly, words came out reflexively and without much thought, culminating in a Butler wildly shrieking, "For Narnia!" |
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