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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 8:59 pm
It was a tentacle. A giant ******** tentacle. Europa lobbed a gazing ball, lawn bowling style, at a pack of gnomes, sending them flying off at odd angles, and then stopped and stared. So that was what Scylla did. Well, it was certainly useful.
A gnome chewing on her boot shook her out of her reverie. Europa slammed a foot down on it, crumbling it into little plastic splinters. She aimed a kick at the next nearest gnome, but the fact was simple and that was that a giant ******** tentacle beat Europa's rain boot-clad feet any day of the week. (Even if they were very stylish rain boots.)
When the dust settled, not a gnome was stirring. Sailor Europa looked at Sailor Scylla, a look of deep appreciation on her face. "I think I owe you an ice cream," she said.
But obviously not tonight, because her boots were beginning to squelch and she was bleeding semi-profusely from a head wound. No, clearly ice cream would have to wait for another night.
She surveyed the formerly-orderly display. It looked like a nuclear bomb had just gone off, she decided. "I think we'd better split before someone calls the cops."
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Posted: Wed Mar 03, 2010 9:19 pm
This was fun. Very fun. Scylla found herself giving a startled little giggle, watching her power sweep over the garden gnomes, sending them headless and occasionally legless into what was now a lawn ornament graveyard.
When the dust settled, Jada was far too pleased with herself. "I'll call you n that next time I see you." she agreed easily. Her face was starting to swell; she would be pissed about this in the morning. She reached out towards Europa, frowning. "You're bleeding."
Captain Obvious. Scylla was not thinking. But when Europa suggested doing a split, she nodded. "Yes, we should. Because I have talked to the cops too many times. They may think I'm a bad person."
She waved to Europa, and started to run away. Except her running was more of a very fast stumble.
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