Well now... I guess this is it.
*She doesn't move.*
I really don't feel like flinging fireworks right now. Sou sou sou desu.
*She pushes open the door, hobbles into the bar, and scans the area.*
*Everything is in its raucous, rowdy place, and everyone is being their normal, drunken-ass selves.*
Huh. Maybe there's no need for it. *pause* No, those two are always here. And MRA HQ is less safe than this is now, anyways.... but...
*She briefly scans the area.*
Another midori is here.
*Chatty squints at nothing in particular.*
Hmmm.
*And then, after a brief pause... she lets out a smirk that would make any anime villain proud.*
Ah, that one... *chuckles* Piece of cake.
*She struts over to a booth, one side of which is empty, and on the other side of which sits one White Alice and two sweatdropping roaches.*
Vermin: *mouths the words "run away"*
Roach: *mouths the words "she is BULLET PROOF"-- and the "f" is audible enough to warrant an elbow jab from Vermin*
Why HELLO, White Alice! Fancy meeting you here.
White Alice: *turns slightly* Hello indeed. I was just here to slaughter your children in the name of Shinryoku-sama, but then I figured that it just wouldn't be sporting of me to not wait for their knight in shining armour to arrive.
How very considerate of you.
White Alice: But of course. *rising* Now. Do we take this outside, or shall I cause excessive property damage? ^_^
Actually, I had a better idea. Which, unless I'm mistaken, you have as well.
White Alice: Possibly. And that is..?
Let's make a deal.
White Alice: *chortles* Heh. Not the Demiurge you used to be, eh? Oh how the great Chatty of yore has fallen... more willing to bargain than to fight.
*snort* I'll give you Thursday.
*At this, White Alice's eyebrows actually rise in surprise.*
Yes, that's right. THAT Thursday.
*White Alice actually... drools.*
In exchange for Thursday, you must leave me and my children alone.
White Alice: *wipes off drool, smirks* ...Agreed.
Good. Just a second... *steps back into the crowd*
White Alice: *blinks* What? What are you doing? Just hand over the damn--
*And the flash of green barrier knocks back a radius of people around Chatty. Her eyes are glowing, her short hair is defying gravity, and a shining arcane circle underneath her is blowing at her clothes like a street vent from Hell.*
Bloodless creature of the mind
Unholy mist of a moonlit sky
Born first of the chaotic blast
To die last in the inevitable collection
You are most like that chaos
You are most like that dust
To which we will all return...
THURSDAY! ACTIVATE!
*The circle flashes once, and then blasts the area with a light so bright, nothing else can be seen...*
*And then, everything is normal.*
*Well, except that White Alice is freaking out.*
White Alice: YOU ACTIVATED IT?!?!
*smoothing hair out* Oh mymymy. And it isn't with me! Must've left it with my corpse. Better catch it before someone else does!
White Alice: You.. you... DAMN IT! *disappears in a flash of green, shrieking something about never trusting a traitor*
Ha! That was too easy. *turns to the bugs* Well, now, you two are all right, eh?
*The two roach siblings are giving her a look that could eat through steel.*
Uh. What? I just saved your asses. Aren't you grateful? ^_^;
Vermin: "In exchange for Thursday, you must leave me and my children alone"?!
...Oh. Eheheh... heh... heh... ........shit.
*The lair of the Ordinal 6442, where said Ordinal sits on the ground, surrounded by scraps of Chatty's clothing (mostly her ragged trenchcoat), sulking and in pain from being all bound up in barbed chains of his own invention.*
Ordinal 6442: So this is it... born as Pico of the Johnson Mazoku-Hunters, dying as Ordinal 6442 of the Dynamic Library MFC42.DLL...
*He closes his eyes.*
Ordinal 6442: I wonder... if I'll wind up in the same circle of Hell as her...
*And then, suddenly, the clothing scraps that were once Chatty's trenchcoat begin to glow.*
Shazidde... akuchibeitto.
Ordinal 6442: *blink* What?
*The glowing scraps disintegrate into green mist. The mist sits in the air for a brief moment, and then zips over and under the restraints on the Ordinal. It takes on a 'hard', barrier-like nature, and expands quickly, shattering the chains with a disturbing ease.*
*The mist, now surrounding the Ordinal, slowly shifts back into a solid shape around his arms and torso... eventually taking the form of a new trenchcoat, identical to the one that Chatty always wore, but black and with the buttons on the other side.*
*The Ordinal twitches his now free arms and gawks at the black coat, bewildered.*
*And then he laughs.*
Ordinal 6442: *Uber-GENKI* THIS IS IT! This is-- this is the proof! She loves me! She loves me! XD
*Insert an insanely bouncy SD dance here, complete with far too much "YATTA"-ing.*
*Eventually he seriouses up again. Sort of.*
Ordinal 6442: *grinning evilly ear to ear* I know what I want. And NOTHING is going to stop me...
*Evil laughter. Fade to black.*
*..YATTA!*
HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH! XD
Question. Is anybody adverse to the idea of cameoing this fellow? Also known as this fellow. The idea might bring so-and-so out of semi-abandonment. Fu fu fuuuu...
