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Post by Tayl on Sept 6, 2019 15:23:36 GMT -6
[Plastic]
Alexandrose watched it all with glee. The vitriol, the bloodshed, the chaos of it all. There was so much to learn from what he saw, and the sadistic grins that dotted the room with intent beyond his understanding. He took it in, quite literally; the gnashing of his teeth covering the sound of a dry sizzling as the room itself produced a fine, dark mist. The very essence of anger, hate and despair that would haunt the room that bore witness to this gruesome spectacle...
It was all within him, now. Each particle of mist, the very essence of despair, blended tracelessly into his body. "Cleansed", he murmured to himself like a child, "to become tomorrow's smiles."
The hors d'oeuvres had surpassed his every expectation. He glanced at the empty chair, shaking in anticipation for some meat.
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Post by Tayl on Sept 6, 2019 15:23:48 GMT -6
[Tsuki]
Meito smiled the entire time Brooke got knifed. He then held up his hand holding his glass and extended his index finger out at Oliv. "You, you're good. Impressive knife work." Meito then tapped the kiseru against one of the asparagus on his plate, which was then consumed by the kiseru. "And you too, my Absolute dear. Why don't you join us properly?"
With that, a black shadowed figure extended out of Meito's shadow, until it formed into Absolute. "Yes, Meito. The green stick was delicious!" She said, clapping her hands together.
"Now then, no need to stand, come sit with me." Meito commanded, and just as quickly, Absolute's shadowy form enveloped Meito, leaving no trace of herself save for a singular eye on his forehead.
"Ah, I can feel the old grape juice inside you, it makes me feel strange!" Absolute spoke, as the eye on Meito's head squinted with glee.
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Post by Tayl on Sept 6, 2019 15:23:59 GMT -6
[Roz]
"Bold of you to claim the moral high ground here, my dear."
Through the dunkings, and the stabbings, and the manifestation of extra-dimensional beings bound to smoking paraphernalia, Noctalle's eyes remained fixed on Nette. Not even the splash of Brooke's blood splattering against her coat drew her attention away. She stared daggers into the girl, but she was finally beginning to understand the punchline of the joke she was looking at.
"I can see what the Master sees in you now, yes... You're so wound up in your own little world, so oblivious to the reality of what allows you to maintain your cutesy little lifestyle. Certainly, you can stay sequestered in the mansion, enjoying your pleasant life with your dear friends, singing and dancing until your faces turn blue. But in the end, it's monsters like me, and Corrune, and Master Ignis who keep the lights on for your little games, is it not? We've dug the grave, and so long as we serve the Master and benefit from his victories, we all lay in it together."
Noctalle let out a harsh chortle, took another smoke, and blew another ring in her Knight's face.
"Oh, but I cannot help but be endeared to you, Underking of Pride. I'll tell you what - maybe if you can play nice, I'll let you borrow my Knight for some of your fun and games! That is, if you really think you can enjoy the presence of such a broken thing. Oh, it would be so amusing, like trying to dance at a ball with a bloodied sword as your partner..."
She scanned over the rest of the Underkings, particularly the bloodsoaked Brooke, the smug Olivrein wiping the blood off of his knife, and the writhing Alexandrose gorging himself upon the ambient despair.
"You even have a head start! Despite your rudeness, you're playing far nicer than most of the others here by comparison."
She was beginning to tire of the theatrics, save for her own. She never tired of being theatrical. But nonetheless, she eagerly anticipated the arrival of their mystery guest. Perhaps that would bring some modicum of order to the chaotic gathering for a brief moment.
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Post by Tayl on Sept 6, 2019 15:24:17 GMT -6
[Iso] "I know, right?" Nette said to Markis, "Y'know, I invited him to a concert last week and he didn't even text me back about it! Like, c'mon, is a text THAT ha-"Nette was promptly interrupted by Brooke being Brooke, summoning in yet another guest. Her expression immediately soured, barely softening when Kalpana started begging for her life. "Whatever, dude, it's fi-"Cut off again by Brooke! Nette seethed quietly, ready to beat him over the head with her ruined glass and then use the shards to- Oh! Okay, Oliv was just going to do that for her, then. As soon as she registered what was happening, Nette burst into laughter. She laughed through Oliv's clear expression of pain, through Brooke's speech, and then even harder when Brooke got stabbed again! She didn't even care that she was covered in blood, her laughter only starting to die down when Oliv addressed her. "As if I could be mad! I can't believe you actually fucking went there!" she responded, wiping a tear from her eye. Her mood was lifted so much that she didn't even start growling at the fact that now Meito had a guest, too. ...And then Noctalle opened her mouth, prompting her laughter to come to a stop and her expression to fall. Her body language became increasingly still, brow furrowing as Noctalle continued. Who the hell did she think she was, patronizing her like this? Nette was the most senior member of Ignis' organization except the other maids, and now in came this creepy weirdo with no redeeming qualities thinking she could step all over her! What was the big deal about her having a nice and successful life, huh? Didn't she deserve it? So what if she landed right in the lap of privilege? Anyone could do it if they REALLY tried, I mean all her Ettes had to do was suck up to her to live the life of luxury! And it's not like Nette never worked for anything at all! Being an idol was tough business! Being this cute wasn't easy! Being the only light half of Entirety had in their lives, the only thing that put a smile on their face, the one slice of normalcy they could get... she built that all on her own! Being talked down to like this, like she was just some kid who didn't know jack shit about the world she lived in... so that was how Oliv felt, huh? Maybe it was time to take a page from his book, then. Phoebe hesitantly passed by with a platter of cupcakes. She was right to tremble, as Nette shot out of her seat, grabbed the platter, and threw a cupcake right into Noctalle's face. "How's that for playing nice, bitch?!" she shouted with a grin. "How's that for fun and games?!"Without skipping a beat, she next threw a cupcake at Brooke. "And YOU! Fuck you! Just in general! You're just the fucking worst!"And Meito. "And stop fucking inviting people while I don't have anyone to hang out with, damn it!"And Alexandrose. "And you probably just want one, so there you fucking go!"Despite Markis and Oliv doing nothing to incur her wrath, they were not immune to her assault. "And you two just because!"Celsa twitched as she was hit in the eyepatch with one. Phoebe squawked as one made contact with her, accidentally eating it. Hattie pulled out a mop silently as one hit her in the back of the head. The empty chair - naturally, as the source of their suffering - was now occupied by a splattered cupcake. It seemed, at long last, that the Pride Underking had gone mad with power.
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Post by Tayl on Sept 6, 2019 15:26:15 GMT -6
[Roz]
Swish.
Without hesitation, Noctalle's Knight leapt into action, drawing a rapier (decorated with bone, naturally) and brutally cleaving the cupcake headed towards her master's face in two.... before being unceremoniously beaned by one herself.
"Oh dear, it seems I've struck a nerve. How very clumsy of me," Noctalle stated sarcastically, resting her hand on her cheek.
Finally, a satisfying response. Perhaps she could tolerate this clownish excuse for a dinner a while longer.
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Post by Tayl on Sept 8, 2019 15:32:33 GMT -6
[Papes]
Oliv catched the cupcake that was thrown at him mid-air without so much as flinching. Being a rogue was probably the explanation for his frightening reflexes. Once the cupcake slinging was over with, he took a bite out of the one that failed to hit him.
Huh. Tastes like tears. That's new.
He did take a mental note though: much like he never roasts Markis because the guy's good at counter-roasts, it looks like he was going to have to avoid angering Noctalle too much. Weirdly enough she didn't actually scare him That badly, but... look, Oliv always made sure not to say or do anything that would provoke Ignis' wrath.
Maybe it was time for him to Stop before Ignis walks right through that door.
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Post by Tayl on Sept 8, 2019 15:32:50 GMT -6
[Gwen]
Brooke didn't exactly have much of a chance to avoid getting a cupcake in the face. So his clothes now were also stained with sugary goodness! Fun!!!!
Sivala laughed hard as she watched everyone in the room get a cupcake in the face. And then she got one, in the face. All over her glasses. She scowled, and her rings sparkled. Once again, more spectral birds appeared from her clothes, cleaning off her face, clothes, and glasses. The ones that had just finished cleaning up blood, meanwhile, flew around the room cleaning cupcakes off of everyone, as well as off the floor. They didn't go anywhere near Alexandrose though. Kalpana also was helping clean up wayward cupcakes - reluctantly, of course - and even ducked and dodged a few herself.
And yet Nette continued throwing more cupcakes at everyone. Brooke once again took another cupcake in the face, as did Sivala, who created more birds, because Nette kept sniping them with cupcakes. rude.
Brooke growled, and sighed, and shut his eyes in annoyance. He snapped his fingers a few times, and Nette would find her entire platter of cupcakes launched directly into her face. He snapped his fingers again, dropping a banana cream pie directly onto Nette's head. And then a second one just for good measure.
Finally, his bastardly smile returned to his face, and he laughed at the prideful Underking sitting next to him, grinning right at her.
"Heh. Cool it, kid. Just think of the mess you're making. Just think of all the extra work you're giving your precious maids. I thought you of all people would care the most about them. Guess not. Heh. Looks like you're just like me, huh? I bet you see them as your slaves, to do with as you please? Hehe... Feelin' proud yet?"[/b]
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Post by Tayl on Sept 8, 2019 15:33:02 GMT -6
[Tsuki]
Meito made no attempt to dodge the cupcake, and it hit him between the eyes, with a big splat. "... Thanks." He peeled the cupcake off his face and started eating it. "Huh. Not bad."
Absolute's eye then opened up into a mouth and a shadowy tongue spun around his face, cleaning off the cupcake splatter Scooby-do style. "The cup cake doesn't taste like cup, how odd!" Absolute mused, as the eye went back to it's original form.
Meito wiped his mouth with a napkin, despite the fact that it was just cleaned off by Absolute's... 'tongue', which left no saliva or other residue behind. He was just being polite. "Excuse me, Nette, may I request that you pass me another cupcake?", he asked, primed and ready to trap whichever cupcake Nette picked up using the powers of both his master trapping, and that of his kiseru bound partner. Couldn't let everyone else have all the sugary fun with none for Nette.
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Post by Tayl on Sept 8, 2019 15:33:19 GMT -6
[Papes]
Disappointed by how petty this was coming from Brooke, Oliv got up and scooted over to Nette (while being wary of how uncomfortably close by Noctalle was), took out a seemingly ordinary towel from the lizard bag™, and began wiping the cupcake and pie remnants from her face and hair.
Anyone with eyes would see the cupcake and pie bits all slide off effortlessly and fall to the ground like it were a cartoon, leaving Nette's face practically sparkling by the time he was done. Not a stain in sight on the towel, either! Truly magical!
Then he went back to his seat. You know, he could have just magic'd it off. That's what he did with the blood earlier. It's almost like he's attracted to her or something............ what a weirdo.
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Post by Tayl on Sept 8, 2019 15:33:36 GMT -6
[Exuro]
Markis' objections - most likely bottom line-based - were quickly snuffed out by the arterial blood spatter now coating his face, vest, and sunglasses. The Greed Underking immediately went to fish out a handkerchief from a suit pocket, removing his shades to wipe off the copious amounts of Brooke ichor. Boy, the pair of amethyst gems socketed into place where his eyes used to be never get any less fucking creepy no matter how many times you see them.
"Really, ya bunch of rambunctious damn kids? What's your damage? Here we are on the verge of the biggest gig in our metaphorical careers, and you're-" Markis began, only to be interrupted by a flying cupcake to the face. That certainly seemed to shut him up, as he sat right back down to contemplate his life choices leading up to this moment.
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