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Day late and a dollar short, but postage is up. I predict Red getting a stern spanking for not following orders.
Questions varied from how she'd pulled off such feats of fire bending to asking if she could teach them to be like her. She always got a kick out of all of it. Unlike most people in the carnival, she actually enjoyed just talking and being around people. Kids more so than adults of course. There was just something about talking that made her all bubbly and stuff on the inside. Maybe it was just because she was the center of attention, but somehow she doubted that. Being on a stage with millions of people never got her as excited as just dancing with some carnival friends in her tent. Not that she'd know anything about being in front of millions of people. At best she drew a crowd of maybe fifty? She'd likely get more if she actually advertised her show beyond just yelling as she walked through the carnival. That just wasn't her style though. She preferred people who wanted to be there like the kids before her.
With a sense of glee she answered all the questions asked of her. Never tiring or giving a short and snappy reply. She wasn't always the nicest of people, but she never went out of her way to be mean to others. That just seemed dumb and stupid. Why would you just openly insult someone who could be a friend later on? She had enough trouble finding people who got her sense of humor and didn't want to wring her neck after a joke. Not that she really minded that. A few close friends were better than a bunch of distant ones. There was a quote from the godmother that went something like that but she couldn't remember it. Lots of teachings from her old culture were lost on her now. Not that she really minded that either. She was always a bit of a free spirit. Even by fae standards.
Commotion and crowd began to dwindle down, only one blond haired boy and mother remained. Mother looked rather gaunt, sitting around perhaps the age of 40 or maybe 50. Boy was a tad bit chubby, cheeks reminding her of a little cherub. His hair was messy and as with all children, he wasn't much older than her physical appearance belayed. She was always going to eternally be a 9 to 10 year old girl to most humans. It made gathering souls pretty easy, though she didn't really like the process all that much. It's why she only did a few a month. Less stressful that way. Her mind was better suited to pranks than thinking about ways to wrangle people into signing contracts to the wishmaster.
Right hand shot outwards, grabbing the boy's before he could even utter a word. Her gaze shot towards the mother. “Can I take him on a tour of the carnival? You can follow behind us if you want. I promise to not get him in trouble. Well, much trouble at least.” She grinned at the boy who seemed entirely too bashful to speak. The mother gazed down to Red, hazel eyes giving the fae the look over. Apprehension seemed to leave as she realized time away from her child might be just what she needed. “Go ahead. Bring him back here within the hour.” With that the mother departed.
Red pulled the boy behind her, showing him all the shows and tents within the carnival. There was the acrobatic act by the lady known as Ty. Unfortunately the act was over, as most were, but it didn't hurt to show the boy where everything was located. If everything went well he'd be working here soon enough. Maybe he could be like her assistant or something. She'd never had one of those before. The one show they actually did manage to catch was the arrogant Andracos. She never much cared for the man, but the snake charming was pretty cool. Best part was the end when he made a clone of himself with snakes. That was real magic right there. The crowd rightfully all clapped and cheered. She did make sure to pull the boy away before he got branded. Souls were like candy, you didn't touch what was hers unless she offered it to you.
Tour rounded to an end with a shared funnel cake. She looked into his still nervous eyes, hands peeling away a piece of the funnel cake. “What's the matter? Your like one of the most quiet kids I've ever met.”
Boys cheeks flushed, eyes staring towards the ground. “I get nervous around girls.”
“Why? I'm just like you.”
“Well....”
“Well what?”
The boy tensed, creeping back into his giant turtle shell. If only he was a actual giant turtle person. That would end up pretty cool. A turtle with big water guns stuck in his shell. Now that would be the coolest creation in the history of creations. Head shook back and forth, jarring herself back to reality. Hands planted on the boys shoulders as if on instinct. “Listen, I'm not going to bite you or anything so calm down. What's your dream? The thing you want to do most in the world.”
“Welll...” Boy struggled to really articulate what he wanted. Hands tucked into his pockets, mouth open and closing repeatedly.
Popping another bite of funnel cake into her mouth, she motioned for him to follow her behind a tent.
Once behind the tent she slid off the ragged looking poncho jacket she currently sported. Boy seemed like he was almost about to faint. It made her giggle on the inside. She had things on that covered everything up anyway. Plus, she had a child body, chest was as flat as a board as it was. What was the kid really expecting to see? She could imagine him picturing a bright shiny light with harps and trumpets playing and then suddenly, snakes popped out of her chest and bit him. That would be pretty funny.
She tossed her poncho down to the ground, fluttering up off the ground. Tips of her wings faded into the darkness of the night. “This place can grant you any wish you want. Just look at me. This isn't normal right? Just imagine what you could wish for. You just have to sign some forms and work here. Not a bad trade off right? Take it from me, working here is pretty fun. You get a free ticket to every show to.”
Boys mouth fell open, words rushing out of his mouth. “I've always wanted to be kissed by a girl.”
Red fluttered downward, bare feet touching down onto the ground. “That's all? Well we can do that! You'd just have to work here for a month. Come on, we got to talk to your mom first. It's against the rules to do this without her consent you know.” She still couldn't believe she was going to get a contract for something so simple. A kiss? That was just too easy.
Discussion with the mom actually went very well. Rather than be skeptical or even against the notion, she wanted to sign a contract herself. Her wish was well outside Red's ability however. She wasn't even sure if immortality was a thing they could give out. That was certainly the wishmaster's territory. Thankfully, she knew just where to find him. She was sure he'd give her a cut of that soul or something like that. That could wait for the moment as she needed to finish her own deal.
Using an empty food stand counter as a table, she drew up the little boys contract. A kiss in exchange for a months worth of work and three branded souls. Very light deal, but it really wasn't that big a wish. She looked over the counter at the pair, hand still putting the finishing touches on the deal. “Ok, so you need to sign at the bottom that you both acknowledge that your souls being taken from the book of life and placed into the book of death. That service will be paid within a month's time or by the time you have collected three souls yourself. I've gone over it all already so I'm not going to bore you.”
The mother quickly signed the contract, nose wrinkling as she did so. “We will be seeing your employer after this meeting? I shall demand separate contracts for myself and little Danial in the terms of immortality.”
Red nodded. “Well, he needs to finish this contract first I think, but it shouldn't be a problem. He's very accommodating. It's his job after all.”
Daniel signed next, dotting his 'I' with a smiley face. Red rolled up the scroll, stuffing it into her pocket. “Now to see the wishmaster. You'll get your kiss a little later if you don't mind Danny. I just want to get your mom all situated with things first.”
They didn't get three feet before a rolled up piece of paper fluttered her way, jabbing her in the side of the head. She tried to ignore it at first but it persisted. Poke, poke, poke. There was only so much she could take before she just couldn't ignore it any longer. Mother behind her noticed the issue as well. “Is there a problem?”
Red snatched the paper, reading the single sentence quickly. “No, everything’s fine.” As if she was going to bed now. Who was he to tell her what to do? He wasn't her dad and despite appearances, she wasn't a child. She was going to give him a real piece of her mind when they got to his trailer.
Her feet stomped against the ground the rest of the walk towards Seil's trailer. Talk was nonexistent between the three parties as the two humans seemed to see the aura of annoyance that was now permeating her body. She didn't bother to knock on the door, choosing to yell. “Wake up! You know I can't go to sleep without a bed time story.”
With a sense of glee she answered all the questions asked of her. Never tiring or giving a short and snappy reply. She wasn't always the nicest of people, but she never went out of her way to be mean to others. That just seemed dumb and stupid. Why would you just openly insult someone who could be a friend later on? She had enough trouble finding people who got her sense of humor and didn't want to wring her neck after a joke. Not that she really minded that. A few close friends were better than a bunch of distant ones. There was a quote from the godmother that went something like that but she couldn't remember it. Lots of teachings from her old culture were lost on her now. Not that she really minded that either. She was always a bit of a free spirit. Even by fae standards.
Commotion and crowd began to dwindle down, only one blond haired boy and mother remained. Mother looked rather gaunt, sitting around perhaps the age of 40 or maybe 50. Boy was a tad bit chubby, cheeks reminding her of a little cherub. His hair was messy and as with all children, he wasn't much older than her physical appearance belayed. She was always going to eternally be a 9 to 10 year old girl to most humans. It made gathering souls pretty easy, though she didn't really like the process all that much. It's why she only did a few a month. Less stressful that way. Her mind was better suited to pranks than thinking about ways to wrangle people into signing contracts to the wishmaster.
Right hand shot outwards, grabbing the boy's before he could even utter a word. Her gaze shot towards the mother. “Can I take him on a tour of the carnival? You can follow behind us if you want. I promise to not get him in trouble. Well, much trouble at least.” She grinned at the boy who seemed entirely too bashful to speak. The mother gazed down to Red, hazel eyes giving the fae the look over. Apprehension seemed to leave as she realized time away from her child might be just what she needed. “Go ahead. Bring him back here within the hour.” With that the mother departed.
Red pulled the boy behind her, showing him all the shows and tents within the carnival. There was the acrobatic act by the lady known as Ty. Unfortunately the act was over, as most were, but it didn't hurt to show the boy where everything was located. If everything went well he'd be working here soon enough. Maybe he could be like her assistant or something. She'd never had one of those before. The one show they actually did manage to catch was the arrogant Andracos. She never much cared for the man, but the snake charming was pretty cool. Best part was the end when he made a clone of himself with snakes. That was real magic right there. The crowd rightfully all clapped and cheered. She did make sure to pull the boy away before he got branded. Souls were like candy, you didn't touch what was hers unless she offered it to you.
Tour rounded to an end with a shared funnel cake. She looked into his still nervous eyes, hands peeling away a piece of the funnel cake. “What's the matter? Your like one of the most quiet kids I've ever met.”
Boys cheeks flushed, eyes staring towards the ground. “I get nervous around girls.”
“Why? I'm just like you.”
“Well....”
“Well what?”
The boy tensed, creeping back into his giant turtle shell. If only he was a actual giant turtle person. That would end up pretty cool. A turtle with big water guns stuck in his shell. Now that would be the coolest creation in the history of creations. Head shook back and forth, jarring herself back to reality. Hands planted on the boys shoulders as if on instinct. “Listen, I'm not going to bite you or anything so calm down. What's your dream? The thing you want to do most in the world.”
“Welll...” Boy struggled to really articulate what he wanted. Hands tucked into his pockets, mouth open and closing repeatedly.
Popping another bite of funnel cake into her mouth, she motioned for him to follow her behind a tent.
Once behind the tent she slid off the ragged looking poncho jacket she currently sported. Boy seemed like he was almost about to faint. It made her giggle on the inside. She had things on that covered everything up anyway. Plus, she had a child body, chest was as flat as a board as it was. What was the kid really expecting to see? She could imagine him picturing a bright shiny light with harps and trumpets playing and then suddenly, snakes popped out of her chest and bit him. That would be pretty funny.
She tossed her poncho down to the ground, fluttering up off the ground. Tips of her wings faded into the darkness of the night. “This place can grant you any wish you want. Just look at me. This isn't normal right? Just imagine what you could wish for. You just have to sign some forms and work here. Not a bad trade off right? Take it from me, working here is pretty fun. You get a free ticket to every show to.”
Boys mouth fell open, words rushing out of his mouth. “I've always wanted to be kissed by a girl.”
Red fluttered downward, bare feet touching down onto the ground. “That's all? Well we can do that! You'd just have to work here for a month. Come on, we got to talk to your mom first. It's against the rules to do this without her consent you know.” She still couldn't believe she was going to get a contract for something so simple. A kiss? That was just too easy.
Discussion with the mom actually went very well. Rather than be skeptical or even against the notion, she wanted to sign a contract herself. Her wish was well outside Red's ability however. She wasn't even sure if immortality was a thing they could give out. That was certainly the wishmaster's territory. Thankfully, she knew just where to find him. She was sure he'd give her a cut of that soul or something like that. That could wait for the moment as she needed to finish her own deal.
Using an empty food stand counter as a table, she drew up the little boys contract. A kiss in exchange for a months worth of work and three branded souls. Very light deal, but it really wasn't that big a wish. She looked over the counter at the pair, hand still putting the finishing touches on the deal. “Ok, so you need to sign at the bottom that you both acknowledge that your souls being taken from the book of life and placed into the book of death. That service will be paid within a month's time or by the time you have collected three souls yourself. I've gone over it all already so I'm not going to bore you.”
The mother quickly signed the contract, nose wrinkling as she did so. “We will be seeing your employer after this meeting? I shall demand separate contracts for myself and little Danial in the terms of immortality.”
Red nodded. “Well, he needs to finish this contract first I think, but it shouldn't be a problem. He's very accommodating. It's his job after all.”
Daniel signed next, dotting his 'I' with a smiley face. Red rolled up the scroll, stuffing it into her pocket. “Now to see the wishmaster. You'll get your kiss a little later if you don't mind Danny. I just want to get your mom all situated with things first.”
They didn't get three feet before a rolled up piece of paper fluttered her way, jabbing her in the side of the head. She tried to ignore it at first but it persisted. Poke, poke, poke. There was only so much she could take before she just couldn't ignore it any longer. Mother behind her noticed the issue as well. “Is there a problem?”
Red snatched the paper, reading the single sentence quickly. “No, everything’s fine.” As if she was going to bed now. Who was he to tell her what to do? He wasn't her dad and despite appearances, she wasn't a child. She was going to give him a real piece of her mind when they got to his trailer.
Her feet stomped against the ground the rest of the walk towards Seil's trailer. Talk was nonexistent between the three parties as the two humans seemed to see the aura of annoyance that was now permeating her body. She didn't bother to knock on the door, choosing to yell. “Wake up! You know I can't go to sleep without a bed time story.”
lol that Devil baby video is just awesome.
I'm going to try to get a post up tonight or tomorrow. My activity is still gonna be a little light till the end of the month (sorry bout that!). Fortunately I should still be able to get a post up once a week.
I'm going to try to get a post up tonight or tomorrow. My activity is still gonna be a little light till the end of the month (sorry bout that!). Fortunately I should still be able to get a post up once a week.
Red's head rested a top Rascal, eyes fluttering closed before springing back open. It was becoming increasingly more difficult to even stay awake. Words couldn't even describe how bored she felt. Blah, people are gone, blah, souls are gone, blah, I want to be wish master. Just a bunch of blahs. That's all it was and that's how all these meeting things always turned out. So much talking about pointless glittering waste. If someone tried to kidnap her, she knew exactly what she'd do. She'd glittering fly away or trap them in some big massive hole. Sticking them in a hole seemed more fun since she could throw bread crumbs at them like they were a duck. Quack, Quack goes the thief man.
Eventually she gave into her boredom, eyes rolling closed, lollipop stick falling from her mouth. Body slid from Rascal's shoulders, falling to the ground had he not caught her in his left arm, nuzzling her up against his chest. Those leaving the procession would see him cradling her as you would a child. She however was lost in her own dreams. Dreams of beating back a pack of wolves with sausage link nun chucks. Knocking all the wolves unconscious so she could replace their teeth with Swedish Fish candies. They'd go to bite someone and be as harmless as a old human without his dentures! Their reaction would be so priceless. They'd be all, 'Why can't I eat this poor deer' and the deer would be all like 'smell you later suckas!' then the wolves would get all depressed and just eat the candy teeth. Candy seriously solved everyone's problems.
Incessant nudging in the side roused her from from her dance party with the Buttercup Brigade and the Liquorice Lovers. Lovers were putting on such a show to. Twisting and grooving in ways that non candy entities just couldn't. Evidence fifty million that candy people were just better in every possible way. Those should be here next wishes! Sentient candy friends. Oh the carnival was just going to love all of them. She'd have to give them all really catchy names like Frosty the cupcake or Larry the lollipop. By the godmother it was going to be great.
Grunting soon followed more aggressive nudging until her eyes lazily pushed open. Rascal stood over her, music box gripped between both his hands. She yawned, hand cupping around her mouth, eyes drowsily looking in Rascal's direction. “You want to dance? Turn it on, we can dance.”Rascal shook his head, motioning to a clock that hung near the back of the tented area they currently resided in. Clock smacking her in the face with the fact it was showtime. Well for her it really wasn't, she could just not perform if she wanted to.
She let out a long drawn out sigh, shoulders slumping as she got up to her feet. “I swear it's always work time for us.” Holding out her hands, she took the music player from him. “Once all the humans leave, want to get a funnel cake or something? Going to be so starving!” Rascal nodded excitedly, departing the tent.
Walk to her usual performing position helped her shake off the cobwebs of tiredness. It didn't help settle her growing hunger. One show for like thirty minutes and then she was totally gorging on some food while messing with some of the other performers. Funnel cakes and frozen lemonade! Oh it was so mouth watering, but first it was performing time. Performing was always usually pretty fun, it's how she collected all of her souls at least. Excited little kids, boys and girls alike would usually swarm her after wards.
Song 'Firestarter' by some human group blared from her music box during her entire walk. Every few minutes she'd chime in that there was going to be a fire breathing performance in twenty minutes by the ring toss game. Guy who ran the game was ok with her setting up shop there. He got to brand some souls and she got some extra cash from his rigged game. Candy was expensive so that money was much needed. In the end it was win-win.
She gave it a few minutes for the crowd to form around her, setting up her whole three props in the process. Tone was squeaky as she bellowed out to the crowd. “Greetings ladies, gentlemen and everything in between! What you will see here today will amaze and totally rock your socks off! Prepare to see your parents wet themselves kids!” She giggled as did most of the kids. Bodily fluid humor was always a hit with them. So simple and easy.
Igniting a torch, she moved right into stage one of her act. Waving the flame within vicinity of the crowd helped establish that the flame was real as they could feel it's heat emanating towards them. Once that was established, she moved right into the easiest part of her act, eating the fire. Opening her mouth wide, she dipped the flame inside, inhaling it like you would water or any beverage. Given her affinity for the element, flames couldn't really hurt her, much. Crowd clapped as she removed the torch, blowing a small gumdrop size ball of flame to reignite it.
Taking a bow, she transitioned into part two, fire dance. She pulled the torch apart, revealing a hidden rope that connected two torches into what looked like only one. Igniting the other torch end, she started spinning the flames around her via the roped middle. Crowd gasped on more than one occasion when it looked like she might get hit. All by design of course. Her style was more passionate and reckless than some people she'd seen. Being all technical was boring and dull. High sense of energy and danger is what the crowd wanted to see.
After five minutes of hop stepping, gyrating and grooving to her music, she moved to the third and final stage. Fire breathing. In one hand was a bottle filled with gasoline, lighter in the other. The trick to this was making shapes that the crowd would enjoy. Today, a small chubby cheeked girl stood in the front row. Large butterfly logo adorning her shirt. Girl would soon have the best moment of her life. Raising the bottle, she squirted half the contents into her mouth. In one motion she flicked open the Zippo lighter, blowing the gasoline outward. Beautiful flaming butterfly sprang forth into the air, wings seeming to flap in the breeze. With another swig of gas, she produced a second smaller butterfly, child to the parents of course. The two butterflies rose upwards before disappearing. As if they had flown away.
Children squealed with excitement, parents exchanging surprised looks, unsure how Red had actually done what she had. Look of the parents as they tried in vein to find a logical explanation always amused her. They lacked the wonder that their children did. It didn't matter how it was done. Just that it was done. The why's didn't matter. It's why she liked kids and Rascal and a few other carnival members.
“That concludes the show folks. Feel free to ask questions if you have them!” She gave a bow, preparing for the on rush of children.
Eventually she gave into her boredom, eyes rolling closed, lollipop stick falling from her mouth. Body slid from Rascal's shoulders, falling to the ground had he not caught her in his left arm, nuzzling her up against his chest. Those leaving the procession would see him cradling her as you would a child. She however was lost in her own dreams. Dreams of beating back a pack of wolves with sausage link nun chucks. Knocking all the wolves unconscious so she could replace their teeth with Swedish Fish candies. They'd go to bite someone and be as harmless as a old human without his dentures! Their reaction would be so priceless. They'd be all, 'Why can't I eat this poor deer' and the deer would be all like 'smell you later suckas!' then the wolves would get all depressed and just eat the candy teeth. Candy seriously solved everyone's problems.
Incessant nudging in the side roused her from from her dance party with the Buttercup Brigade and the Liquorice Lovers. Lovers were putting on such a show to. Twisting and grooving in ways that non candy entities just couldn't. Evidence fifty million that candy people were just better in every possible way. Those should be here next wishes! Sentient candy friends. Oh the carnival was just going to love all of them. She'd have to give them all really catchy names like Frosty the cupcake or Larry the lollipop. By the godmother it was going to be great.
Grunting soon followed more aggressive nudging until her eyes lazily pushed open. Rascal stood over her, music box gripped between both his hands. She yawned, hand cupping around her mouth, eyes drowsily looking in Rascal's direction. “You want to dance? Turn it on, we can dance.”Rascal shook his head, motioning to a clock that hung near the back of the tented area they currently resided in. Clock smacking her in the face with the fact it was showtime. Well for her it really wasn't, she could just not perform if she wanted to.
She let out a long drawn out sigh, shoulders slumping as she got up to her feet. “I swear it's always work time for us.” Holding out her hands, she took the music player from him. “Once all the humans leave, want to get a funnel cake or something? Going to be so starving!” Rascal nodded excitedly, departing the tent.
Walk to her usual performing position helped her shake off the cobwebs of tiredness. It didn't help settle her growing hunger. One show for like thirty minutes and then she was totally gorging on some food while messing with some of the other performers. Funnel cakes and frozen lemonade! Oh it was so mouth watering, but first it was performing time. Performing was always usually pretty fun, it's how she collected all of her souls at least. Excited little kids, boys and girls alike would usually swarm her after wards.
Song 'Firestarter' by some human group blared from her music box during her entire walk. Every few minutes she'd chime in that there was going to be a fire breathing performance in twenty minutes by the ring toss game. Guy who ran the game was ok with her setting up shop there. He got to brand some souls and she got some extra cash from his rigged game. Candy was expensive so that money was much needed. In the end it was win-win.
She gave it a few minutes for the crowd to form around her, setting up her whole three props in the process. Tone was squeaky as she bellowed out to the crowd. “Greetings ladies, gentlemen and everything in between! What you will see here today will amaze and totally rock your socks off! Prepare to see your parents wet themselves kids!” She giggled as did most of the kids. Bodily fluid humor was always a hit with them. So simple and easy.
Igniting a torch, she moved right into stage one of her act. Waving the flame within vicinity of the crowd helped establish that the flame was real as they could feel it's heat emanating towards them. Once that was established, she moved right into the easiest part of her act, eating the fire. Opening her mouth wide, she dipped the flame inside, inhaling it like you would water or any beverage. Given her affinity for the element, flames couldn't really hurt her, much. Crowd clapped as she removed the torch, blowing a small gumdrop size ball of flame to reignite it.
Taking a bow, she transitioned into part two, fire dance. She pulled the torch apart, revealing a hidden rope that connected two torches into what looked like only one. Igniting the other torch end, she started spinning the flames around her via the roped middle. Crowd gasped on more than one occasion when it looked like she might get hit. All by design of course. Her style was more passionate and reckless than some people she'd seen. Being all technical was boring and dull. High sense of energy and danger is what the crowd wanted to see.
After five minutes of hop stepping, gyrating and grooving to her music, she moved to the third and final stage. Fire breathing. In one hand was a bottle filled with gasoline, lighter in the other. The trick to this was making shapes that the crowd would enjoy. Today, a small chubby cheeked girl stood in the front row. Large butterfly logo adorning her shirt. Girl would soon have the best moment of her life. Raising the bottle, she squirted half the contents into her mouth. In one motion she flicked open the Zippo lighter, blowing the gasoline outward. Beautiful flaming butterfly sprang forth into the air, wings seeming to flap in the breeze. With another swig of gas, she produced a second smaller butterfly, child to the parents of course. The two butterflies rose upwards before disappearing. As if they had flown away.
Children squealed with excitement, parents exchanging surprised looks, unsure how Red had actually done what she had. Look of the parents as they tried in vein to find a logical explanation always amused her. They lacked the wonder that their children did. It didn't matter how it was done. Just that it was done. The why's didn't matter. It's why she liked kids and Rascal and a few other carnival members.
“That concludes the show folks. Feel free to ask questions if you have them!” She gave a bow, preparing for the on rush of children.
What was the idea you were working with?
If you have an idea for a cool new race I say go for it.
You should be able to Butcher! Provided C accepts you of course. We are in a place where it's pretty easy to bring in new people.
I'm still around! Work has just been eating me lately. Promise to have a performance post up tomorrow.
-tiredly rolls out of bed- Looks like I missed a lot.
The flight was magical as it always was. She buzzed through the air like a busy worker bee, trying desperately to get to their queen. It had to be pretty crazy to be the only female of your species. All the guys trying to get you to have their babies. Didn't sound very fun at all. No stinger was coming near her . She'd take the honey though. All you can eat honey had to be why the queen bee was always so much bigger to. Always hiding in her kingdom, eating up all the sweet filled goodness. Now that she could totally do. 'Bring thy queen o batch o succulent golden hue.' Man she could sound so sophisticated when she wanted to. All she needed was a nice monocle to complete the act.
As she buzzed near one of the workers, she widened her legs, knees crouching upwards. It was always fun to see if she could use her feet as hands. Feet hands would be a total craze with humans. She'd become one of their celebrities. Give her a program on one of their television things. For now, feet hands needed to be focused on the toupee of Mr. Kawallski or Mr. K because his name was way too long to say. No one needed a long name like that. It just made things way more difficult than they had to be. She liked things being easy. Was more fun that way.
Her toes flared into the air like talons, swooping down to steal the toupee like a bug from a tree. Unfortunately, she wasn't a bird. Heel of her foot collided with the back of Mr. K's head, sending him stumbling forward, landing face first into the mud. Before the old man could even utter a response back, Rascal came blundering forward. The mutants feet pounded into the old man's back, sending him deeper into the mud, head nearly fully submerged. Red couldn't help but giggle at the sight. She would never hurt someone with her own hands, but you had to admit it was funny! Mr. K got used like a coat in a rainstorm by some pretty girl. “Sorry Mr K! I'll make it up to you!” She yelled, fluttering towards the entrance of the meeting, landing behind the back row of chairs as others milled in to take their seats.
She held her hands outwards like one of those human crossing guards, eyes locked onto Rascal as he blundered forward. “Wait! I have something for you that you might like, but you can't kill me or you won't get it ok? Death is bad ok big guy?”
Rascal peered down, series of grunt emitting from his mouth . She could feel the hot air of his breath hitting her face. Smelled like onions. So that was what he ate. She'd have to show him that onions were better eaten on something and not by themselves. Maybe she'd make him a hamburger after this boring talk was over. As if anyone actually cared what Wishmaster had to say. It was just going to be the same old song and dance. Well not song and dance since those were always fun. It'd be the opposite of that, so the same old paint drying. She was so clever. They should just make her spokesperson of the house.
Hand reached into the pocket of her stained white shirt, pulling out two lollipops shaped like flowers. Undoing the wrapper on one, she gave it two licks, holding it out to Rascal. He gazed at it in confusion, thick tongue nervously sticking out of the mangled mess that was his mouth. His hands clapped together, light grunts of excitement coming from his mouth. She smiled as he took the lollipop. “Enjoy big guy! Let's get a seat in the back ok?”
They took their seat in the very back row. Rascal sat on the end, chair struggling to hold up his weight. She scaled up his body like a mountain climber, roosting up onto his shoulders, head resting on the top of his oily head. Both remained quiet as Wishmaster gave his speech. Reasons being very different. Rascal was just polite and afraid to get beaten. Red simply didn't care and began daydreaming. Only noises coming from their direction was the clatter of hardened candy against their teeth.
As she buzzed near one of the workers, she widened her legs, knees crouching upwards. It was always fun to see if she could use her feet as hands. Feet hands would be a total craze with humans. She'd become one of their celebrities. Give her a program on one of their television things. For now, feet hands needed to be focused on the toupee of Mr. Kawallski or Mr. K because his name was way too long to say. No one needed a long name like that. It just made things way more difficult than they had to be. She liked things being easy. Was more fun that way.
Her toes flared into the air like talons, swooping down to steal the toupee like a bug from a tree. Unfortunately, she wasn't a bird. Heel of her foot collided with the back of Mr. K's head, sending him stumbling forward, landing face first into the mud. Before the old man could even utter a response back, Rascal came blundering forward. The mutants feet pounded into the old man's back, sending him deeper into the mud, head nearly fully submerged. Red couldn't help but giggle at the sight. She would never hurt someone with her own hands, but you had to admit it was funny! Mr. K got used like a coat in a rainstorm by some pretty girl. “Sorry Mr K! I'll make it up to you!” She yelled, fluttering towards the entrance of the meeting, landing behind the back row of chairs as others milled in to take their seats.
She held her hands outwards like one of those human crossing guards, eyes locked onto Rascal as he blundered forward. “Wait! I have something for you that you might like, but you can't kill me or you won't get it ok? Death is bad ok big guy?”
Rascal peered down, series of grunt emitting from his mouth . She could feel the hot air of his breath hitting her face. Smelled like onions. So that was what he ate. She'd have to show him that onions were better eaten on something and not by themselves. Maybe she'd make him a hamburger after this boring talk was over. As if anyone actually cared what Wishmaster had to say. It was just going to be the same old song and dance. Well not song and dance since those were always fun. It'd be the opposite of that, so the same old paint drying. She was so clever. They should just make her spokesperson of the house.
Hand reached into the pocket of her stained white shirt, pulling out two lollipops shaped like flowers. Undoing the wrapper on one, she gave it two licks, holding it out to Rascal. He gazed at it in confusion, thick tongue nervously sticking out of the mangled mess that was his mouth. His hands clapped together, light grunts of excitement coming from his mouth. She smiled as he took the lollipop. “Enjoy big guy! Let's get a seat in the back ok?”
They took their seat in the very back row. Rascal sat on the end, chair struggling to hold up his weight. She scaled up his body like a mountain climber, roosting up onto his shoulders, head resting on the top of his oily head. Both remained quiet as Wishmaster gave his speech. Reasons being very different. Rascal was just polite and afraid to get beaten. Red simply didn't care and began daydreaming. Only noises coming from their direction was the clatter of hardened candy against their teeth.
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