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 Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:02 pm
 Did you see that?
What was that splash of color in your peripheral vision?
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:03 pm
Nope, she's still confused and just staring.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:04 pm
It's getting closer...
..and there are more of them.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:04 pm
Israfel was to busy taking pictures of Shehk and Jericho holding each other in fear tenderly to notice much else.
HE WAS SHIPPING.
THIS WAS SERIOUS BUSINESS.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:05 pm
Christof leaned against the rope, tugging frantically to try to haul the mattress inside, Mistress Mistress Master Malodore said to bring the things and I only knew of the best bed around and I brought it for you it really is the best bed, picked by the expert in beds and I thought you should have the best because you are Mistress and I could really use help getting it inside and barricading the door...
He tried his best to sign the same thoughts to Malodore, but the urge to jazz hands was just too great, and might have muddled the gestured language in the process.
He turned to blink at the cascading water and the messy bathroom around them...
His patched face paled.
They.... they were everywhere.
Watching.
Like waiting vultures.
He dropped the rope.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:06 pm
When Christof ignored him, Barth just continued his very gradual, murderous path to the bathroom.
"Mine," Barth said to Mal. Although Barth had been slow, the next thing that happened wasn't. A cluster of black thorns knotted together and with a not-gentle, not-friendly surge, pinned Christof to the bathroom ceiling. The change in music and the infestation of elephants were nothing compared to the fact that someone had ruined his mattress.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:08 pm
Jericho was. Terrified. He didn't hear Shehk's attempts to get through to him. No. Because, he heard that horrendous music instead. And he could swear that the whispers were singing along to it.
Look out... Look out...
They seemed to utter into his ears.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GO AWAY!" he screamed while clutching his head.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:08 pm
His subjects were still not giving him any attention, but he'd had yummy cake, so that much was good. As he turned to berate them some more, he caught a glimpse of...oh no. No, no. It couldn't be. Not again.
"You're not even real! I order you back to...uh, wherever you came from! Shoo, shoo! The King of Pain insists upon it!"
He snatched up a serving spoon and waved it threateningly towards the nearest elephant.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:09 pm
King suddenly regret ever coming outside of his dorm room on 'Scarentines'.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:10 pm
"Ah. Mi dispiace, I think there has been some sort of misunderstanding," Malodore called out to Barth before turning to the patchwork. "Christof," it groaned, "while I appreciate your, ah... thoughts, I think stealing beds is somewhat of a poor way to start off a happy home life and merde!" That last was brought on by two things: the sudden appearance of thorns and the flicker of brighter pink and...
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THEY WERE REAL.
It still had scalpel-feathers in its hands. Suddenly the bathroom wall was bristling with metal.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:14 pm
One boil was- Waving a spoon. Calling himself the king of pain? Trying to ignore the music and the... pink...things... He went over, head tilting. "Pardon, King of Pain?" King looked at the pink.. things. "My name is Frost in the Storm ah- What exactly... are these things?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:17 pm
Riley's scream matched Jericho's perfectly in pitch, momentum, and phrasing, despite being nowhere near each other.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GO AWAY! She cowered back into the stall with her little.. uh.. spawn, and tried very hard to protect it with her arms while at the same time keeping it as far away from her brain as possible.
If it was a mindflayer scareling, they were all in deep, deep trouble.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:17 pm
Calder was a bit faster than Barth in moving over, and he pressed his face against the mattress, breathing it in and holding it a moment. "It's okay. Daddy came to save you." Then Calder glared up at Chrsitof. "Why did you take our bed?" To this, Mal spoke out from the other side.
"Mal? Why did you want our mattress? Don't you have one?" Then he noticed the water puddling out from the other side and tried to press the mattress down to look over it. Frowning, he tried to turn and adjust it just so that he could see through.
"What are you doing in.....OMG PUMPKIN!!!" Calder was lost, and looked at the pumpkin, then at Mal, and then ....WAS THAT RILEY?? "OMG YOU GUYS WANT TO USE OUR MATTRESS FOR THAT??!!!"
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 11:20 pm
Joy of joys, finally, a truly loyal subject! The spoon went clattering to the floor as he clasped his hands together, beaming at the boil with pride. He still had no idea what was wrong with his other denizens, but one of them had some sense.
"I'm pleased to meet you, Frost in the Storm! I'm King Thackery of...Pain and...Halloween." Maybe he should have practiced that one. It sounded a little bit jumbled when he put all of it together. "You will be the knight of my army, for your loyalty." Collecting the spoon again, he tapped it on each of his new knight's shoulders. Now he was ready for briefing.
"They're pink elephants. A frightening enemy. They seem to have no weaknesses, but we're stronger this year. We don't let them advance on us like we did last Scarentine's."
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