[2250] The London Misson

Pepe:

I peer around. Darkness still reigned.

I see Tully and Meredith holding hands. Public display of affection. 

Distractions!

I pat the black pony, focused on my mission.

That annoying nurse says 'Fish' at me a few times. I walk faster away from her.

**Lasha feels MORE rejection from codename failure**

I wonder if I should tie up the pony. I get nervous and stay in the doorway with the pony as the others enter.

Quickly sensing danger from the older boy peering at us with his dark gaze I reach for a blade.

(Button): "No pets, aloud."

"Oh yeah?"

I twist my knife around to gesture to 'Lional' already taking a seat inside getting served.

The broom girl who MAY or may not be a WITCH (since broom) was showing Dermona the back of the coffee machine, with the latch open. 

C..can the worms poesss electronics!? 

 I cant trust them either. I must stay on the OLD PATH.

(Brooke): "Gross huh, but it gives it some zang."

Another girl who looked more like a pink frog grabs a plate with her long  tounge and slaps it down.

(Tully): "Uh..." *stares at sushi platter but remembers cats like that stuff... maybe the Overlord liked fish right?**

(Brooke): "How about tea? Citrus Chai to go along with the shrimp wraps. Might as well buffet it, our freeze is just out now.. its gotta go in or get tossed out."

She checks the pot, it looked a little brown from tannin of tea but no worms. 

I look back at the pony.. STARING at the shrimp tails. I bring it inside and join the others.

"Eat and be strong..."

The pony is ORDERED to eat and it does slurp a fish down conpelled.

Ceth:

Screams and shrieks rudely interrupt my dreams.

I growl and awaken grimacing and squinting into the sights of a dark club room where I had passed out on a couch after a late night of partying. My fluffy fur coat a nice blanket.

This was too early to have been woken up. I smile fondly to myself, thinking of my eventful night last night. That beasty beauty had been a surprize. Mmmm. I lick my top lip just thinking about that glorious body before my thoughts drift to my handiwork... Leaving him so bear and vulnerable to the world... I hope he grows that next coat fast.

I close my eyes once more and put an arm over my face as if it could help block out the environment.

It does not.

Another shriek pierces the air and something slams into the club's entrance causing my nerves to jolt awake.

Someone must be getting the time of their life, I muse to the shrieks, as I rub the sleep from my eyes. Imaging someone is getting it good against the door.

I rub the dried drool from my cheek and force myself up, yawning. Not going to be able to go back to sleep with this glorius racket, unfortunately.

I put back on my party headdress from tonights club affair after the happenstance with the sewing witches. The headdress was made of horns.

I push up my weight and swagger sway down the steps, grabbing a left behind drink at the bar and taking a swig. I grimace and spit out the flattened dull, room temperature substance and set it back down and head towards the entrance.

I peer squintingly out at the windows, catching sight of the red hoods of my ladies guarding the club.

I push open the door tiredly, hearing the bell chime above me.

(Selkie): "You're highness! You must get back inside!"

I blink confused as I stare at the hideous heaps of bodies laying on the ground beside the two guards. Ugly undead monstrosities.

As I stare in shock, I'm yanked from behind as a corpse that wasn't quite re-dead grabs me by the coat. I startle and jut back, my headdress falling off and landing with a clatter as I let out a high-pitched shriek and whip around to see it's ugly greying slackened skin, on its face looking like melted wax.

I jump back putting my sleeve to my face afraid of PLAGUE.

My other guard bash it's head in with her stun stick. I wince as its brain matter splatters.

AHHH!

"Burn it all! Burn everything!"

I shread off the coat and head back inside, yelling as I do,

"Call in hazmat units! A shuttle for me! Everything! Get me out of here!"

'Dermona':

I follow her to the machine and stare wide-eyed.

"Woooaaaah!"

That was not what I expected at all! (Expected mini deers).

There's so many!

I gaze at all the wiggling and sliminess distracted.

I nod absently at her gross comment and feel my muscles tense with the compulsion to whack at them in curiosity.

(Dave): "Ah, that sounds lovely." He says in agreement to the tea.

I lift my left hand up, staring intently at the worms for a moment, then suddenly spring to action whacking them. Bam! Bam! Bam!

(Dave): "Way to take initiative there, Dermona. You'll make a-" He stops himself from saying vampire slayer. "fine zookeeper yet." He nods approvingly, then frowns and backs up slightly, taken aback when I suddenly dive my head in and lift my head out with worms pierced and wiggling between my teeth.

Coffeegrinds powder my chin and worm juices start to drip down my lips and chin.

My eyes dart side to side ferally.

Leviathan:

The hug was comforting.

I sniffle and hug back into her warmth. "Thank you," I whisper, blinking my stinging eyes.

I listen as she answers succinctly.

I don't quite understand.

The first thought that pops into my head is mommy.


"But-..but what about your mommy?... Did you... leave her?..."

I could never leave my mommy. I love her soooo much!

But... That's what I'm doing now, isn't it?

I'm leaving but... But that's cause it was bad. Real bad. And it's for the best. And-and the Lord said I had to come to see them again! So I had to, to see mommy again!

Lil Leviathan:

She starts crying! Oh no!

I gaze at her concerned while keeping an arm around her.

Then she speaks.

My eyes widen shocked and I gape stunned for a moment.

No mommy! How sad! How horrible!

"I'm-I'm sorry!"

I go back to hugging her fully.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm really sorry!" I stress out as I feel a wave of sympathetic sadness and guilt and finally break crying with her.

In the turmolt of emotions, I rub her back and give her a squeeze, but I can't help but scrunch up my face at the thought of my own mommy gone and away... I might not have her anymore either... And that makes me cry even harder.

Rigel's Regalia Remnants:

A spark of ethereal energy ripples through the hide making the fur stand on end. The horn headdress rattles as it shakes against the ground.

The Selkie guards look up and around, one looking to space to see if the galactic sky beyond the shield moves and if so were alien ships attacking to have brought these monsters. The other guard expecting a great undead beast to have caused the city to quake in space more than it would be the engines.

Ceth pauses in stride, wondering if Father sent a shuttle already. Who knew how long this had been going on while he slept or how far-reaching it was or where it even started? He turns back around to the entrance

Then the rattling stops and the fur settles.

Then silently, with only the faint slip of fabric, Rigel's fur and horns rise, levitating, hovering behind the guards gazing out toward possible danger.

And then strikes.

The horns stab against the one guard's throat from the back, with enough force to stab clear through the fabric of her hood. She coughs up as gasp and clings to her throat as the hide wraps around the face of the other woman and thrashes her about, bashing her body against the club's windows as Ceth watches in stunned bewilderment, wondering if he's dreaming or high right now. He knows he's not barmy. He's sure he must be royally pissed on some toff rubbish for sure.


The glass shatters and Ceth flinches back to the seriousness of the situation, whether real or imaginary.

He growls at the display and feels primal adrenaline with the thrill of the fight but the possibility of plague continues to siren off in his head to not do something stupid. And what if none of this is real and he makes a naff dolt of himself. His mind wanders to what he had last night to have caused this.


(Ceth): "Bullocks. Simply bullocks. This is not happening." He crouches slightly and turns to retreat further into the club hoping for a back exit.

The remnants aren't done however and fly off after him. The fur smacks into him from behind. Okay, that was real, he realizes pissed off at the audacity.

The Prince snarls and bares his fangs, claws extending and head pounding.

He lashes out trying to swipe the material but swooshes left and right out of the way, while the horns curve around the side and spear into his ribs.

Ceth snaps his canines and makes a go to grab the headdress, but it flies backward of out arm's reach. He roars, jerks his arms, coursing with werewolf strength to the side to grab the fur then and flourishly runs it over a bar counter, knocking out and breaking cups and dishes.

The fur flails against his wrists in his grip as the headdress horn makes a go for his back, stabbing him twice before Ceth roars out and spins around trying to flick out the fabric over the horns to capture it like a bag or at the very least make the horns fight the fabric to get out. The fabric defies gravity though and suddenly jolts up, lifting Ceth's arms up with it, leaving his torso exposed to be rammed by the horns.

He bow's with the air knocked out of him, but he keeps his grip. He gasps for oxygen as he tugs back on the fabric, grinding his teeth, huffing, hoping to rip it apart in this tug of war, but starts sliding forwards and feels his body behind to start being lifted like a weight.

The horns rise up and backs away only to suddenly speed forward to bash him across the face, but Ceth glitches and lets one hand go, bringing up his arm and knocking the horns away with the back of his forearm.

The fur takes the opportunity of distraction to drop down sharply, causing Ceth to fumble and fall, letting of the hide completely to brace himself against the floor.

The regalia wraps around his ankles and takes off, shooting out the store, dragging him as he screams, head dragging against the ground and smacking into elevations of the ground and then briefly lifted, smacking into the broken window as it flies through. The back of his head getting cut against glass shards, before being unceremoniously back to bouncing his head on the ground, now along the streets of New London.

He screeches and reaches his claws up clawing at the clothing. As he does so a great gleaming gold shimmer ripples over it. His eyes widen horrified as realization dawns as his clawing does nothing... Nothing will do anything. It's 'HIS' wardrobe. Chock full of who knows what kind and how many protection stitch spells.

He unshifts his claws before someone somehow sees and just yells, hoping it'll attract someone or something good instead of something worse among the attacking monsters.

The horn headdress trails after them.

Meredith:

I sit down on a chair all covered in coffee.

I bolt up suddenly and look down at my seat embarrassed.

*Groans.*

Great..

*Rushes over to a nearby washroom to clean up, too overstimulated to process my surroundings.*

Little 'Dermona':

I peer down at the bread blankly, slightly tranced out just experiencing all the radical feelings of so many worms wiggling about.

I frown at the bread and bat at it, trying to get it to do something.

Some worms dribble and smack down onto the table.

Dave's gaze narrows at me at Pepe's question.

(Dave): "We're going to need a lot of holy fire whiskey... On fire."

The bread slides off the table at my batting and I get on all fours and play bat it across the floor.

I stop crawling when my hearing feels piercing pain! I sit on the floor and cover my aching ears at the sudden screams and look around wide-eyed upset at the hurting noises.

Mes:

For the briefest moment I forget my disguise, until I am attacked.

"Ow!?!"

I hiss, rubbing the back of my sore head where the shoe hit me.

"Stop that! Cut it OUT!"

I snap at the young girl, resisting the urge to throw her shoe right back at her.

She calls me a vampire. Another little boy runs out calling be a giant cannibal.

"Am not!"

I cry out defensively.

(Theo) "Oh Cersei! Girl, you are like so brave!"

Ughh!

I storm out of the washroom and keep my eyes to the floor like a good BLOND trying to find Tully while the other kids continue calling me horrible names ;(