RP thread

[Demonic Neko]

Um.. Here where the RP begins!

[Demonic Neko]

Malice was sprawled out on the floor oh her room, glaring at a piece of paper before her. She picked up a black crayon and began scribbling furiously before rolling onto her back to stare at the ceiling. she was bored out of her mind, but her parents had told her to stay in her room until dinner as her punishment for fibbing. But she truly wasn't fibbing. She was positive she had seen a rabbit, that was bigger than her Daddy, sniffing around the house. Of course when she tried to tell her parents the bloody thing had disappeared.

And of course it didn't help her that she had also told them about the dog. She was certain that horrible pink creature was up to something bad. she could see it in it's eyes. but Mummy wouldn't hear of it. She adored that evil little beast and nothing Malice could say could convince her that it was anything but an angel. With another sigh, Malice rolled onto her back and closed her eyes.

[Griff]

Griff watched the rabbit travel down the street and the used car salesman inside of him wanted to sell the rabbit a car. Growling to himself, he returned his thoughts to his mission. Quietly he followed the rabbit further, hoping to find something.

[Mlle Bienvenu]

Vorpal Bunny:

He knew he was being followed, but whether his persuer was friend or foe, he wasn't certain. It didn't matter anyway, he had to get his note to the little girl named Malice.

"Dear Miss Malice, dressed in black
If I were you I'd watch your back.

Don't be fooled and don't be led
or else you could be hurt or dead,

Canine nightmare, fluffy pink
is a lot more dangerous than you think"

[blackbilehumour]

Muffin:

Muffin trotted up the stairs upon little pink pads, furiously shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the wretched pink ribbon which his "Mummy-kins" had decided looked simply divine on him. The ribbon came off with some gentle persuasion and lay discarded in a drool covered heap on the landing, that disgusting woman would undoubtedly be displease but more than likely the blame would fall squarely upon Malice’s empty little head.

Muffin let out a sigh as he heard that familiar sound of the little goblin sitting in her room, scribbling her crude doodles. As he neared Malice’s bedroom a sardonic grin crept across his face, he snuck up to the door with his stomach pressed against the floor like a stealthy pink ninja . Upon reaching the door he cocked his leg and let out a hot jet of muffin juice, he was firing for distance and accuracy, he considered spraying “Muffin Woz ‘Ere” but found it to be rather trite.. There was a sound like that of heavy rainfall beating down against the roof and the door was covered in a new coat of radioactive yellow, after a little shake Muffin set off about his urgent business which would take him to Malice’s parents room.

The door creaked open and the light bled in, all was dark save for the little beady red eyes which shone from under the large double bed..

[Demonic Neko]

Malice Sat up with a frown, wondering if she had been in her long enough. Maybe she could convince her parents that if she behaved she could be granted an early release from punishment. She went to her door and peered out. An awful stench hit her nose and her eyes were drawn down.
"STUPID BLOODY DOG!"

The evil little beast had peed on her door! She knew her Mummy would blame her for the mess, so she ducked out of her room and snuck to the closet, finding rubber gloves that were too big for her, some pine scented cleanser and a large handfull of paper towels. She scrubbed at the mess furiously, making sure to get as much as she could. Finally she stepped back and looked at her handiwork. Well.... Maybe her parents wouldn't notice it too much.

She put the cleaning supplies away and snuck back into her room, mumbling curses underher breath as images of the pink beast stapped to dynamite ran through her head. She ploped on her bed and noticed a neatly folded piece of paper.

Curious, she lifted it and read it silently, her brow furrowing. What the...? She looked around the room for a sign of who could of left it. Could it of been the rabbit she had seen sneaking about. She jumped up. This was proof that she could show her parents that she hadn't been lying!

She went to her door then stopped. Wait.. Knowing her Mummy, she would just say that Malice had written the letter herself.. After a moments diliberation she headed back to bed with a sigh. She had to think more about this letter and what it ment before showing it to her parents.

[Lolua]

((Buffy and Muffin))

Buffy smoothed out her pretty red skirt and flashed her best smile into the mirror. "Welcome to the lair of Muffin, Future Supreme Overlord of the Universe. Please wipe your feet and prepare to die," she practiced saying, over and over again, with different intonations and inflections, until she had it honed to the perfect level of gleeful evil. Buffy was half imp and half cheerleader, making gleeful evil her birthright, so it shouldn't have been hard. But then, she was blond, which made everything ten times harder than it could have been.

For one thing, there was the matter of steady employment. She'd had a few jobs over the course of the last few years; coat-check girl in the eighth circle of hell, tour guide on the Styx ferry, seating hostess at the Interdimensional House of Pain -- she'd even worked the drive-through window at Burger Fuhrer.

None of them had lasted very long. She'd been fired from the coat-check gig for failing to meet her quota, laid off from the ferry, and sacked from the IHOP for making inappropriate use of a spatula. Working at Burger Fuhrer had just been unbearable -- her boss kept expecting her to be able to do math 'n stuff! -- and she'd walked off the job after only two weeks.

So now she was working for Muffin. He'd spotted her at the Underlands Cafe, where she sat drinking coffee and staring out into space as she contemplated the mysteries of the universe -- church picnics, algebra, and one-piece bathing suits being chief among them.

Maybe her long, pointed tail had been sticking out into the aisle between the tables, or perhaps Muffin had seen the small, curved horns that grew from the top of her forehead. Whatever had drawn him to her table, the pink poodle had stood coughing impatiently next to her chair for several minutes before she even realized he was there.

"Hunh?" she said, turning around to face the sound of the coughing. At first she saw no one, then looked down and saw a small, pink poodle who looked seriously displeased.

"Oooh, aren't you just the cutest thing!" she cooed, bending down to scratch him under the chin, instinctively finding just the right spot. The poodle looked as if he didn't know whether to lick her face or bite her hand off.

He seemed to setlle for a stern reprimand. "Unhand me at once," the dog snapped, causing Buffy to jerk backwards in surprise. It was a testament to Buffy's stupidity that a talking animal was in any way shocking to her, since she lived in the Underlands, where such things were almost as common as troll dung.

"That's better," Muffin said imperiously. "Now..." He looked up at Buffy as if peering into her very soul, which was very difficult considering that she only had half of one and it had grown transparent from disuse. But whatever he saw in her -- one wonders what, if anything, he found -- seemed to satisfy him, for he pointed directly between her wide, empty eyes and said, "I am Muffin, Future Supreme Overlord of the Universe, and you are my new minion -- assisstant, if you prefer. You will report to my lair Monday morning at nine o'clock sharp. It's the largish castle down the road from the Hedonist's Corner Mall; even you can't miss it."

Buffy nodded dumbly, which none of the rapt spectators in the cafe found surprising in any way. She knew where the mall was, of course, but she didn't remember ever seeing a castle around there. Perhaps it was new.

"Bring your nail file and a dictionary. We have our work cut out for us," Muffin concluded, before turning on his heel and stalking out of the cafe.

More than a little bewildered, Buffy had gone home soon afterward. She had dutifully looked up the word "dictionary", then sighed in relief when she realized she already had one.

Since then she had been practicing in front of the mirror, preparing herself for what she knew could be the greatest opportunity of her lifetime. She knew this, not because she had the instincts of a true opportunist, but because she had read it in the first chapter of Minioning for Dummies, which her father had procured for her on her sixteenth birthday.

Buffy smiled into the mirror one last time, reflecting that if she did a good job, she'd be able to write her own book: Buffying for Dummies. The thought made her delirious with joy -- or perhaps she was just delirious from the sudden and unexpected onset of conscious thought.

[Mlle Bienvenu]

The Vorpal Bunny watched Malice from her bedroom window. . . she didn't seem to be taking this seriously. He didn't know what Muffin was planning, or why Muffin was here, but he knew it couldn't be for anything good.

The Vorpal Bunny left Alice to brood in her room. He decided if one letter wasn't enough to get her attention, dozens of letters would be. He grinned insanely as he planned to distribute dozens of identical letters around Malice's house. . .

[Griff]

Griff waited in a bush outside Malice's house. He wondered why the rabbit had entered the house, why ANY animal would enter a human's house. All he could think of was maybe the rabbit planned to create more humans that bite animals. But no, he didn't think the rabbit was responsible for the used car salesman. If anything, the rabbit was a pawn or a link, or maybe had been bitten by an odd human too. The rabbit seemed more like himself than any of the forest animals. The rabbit displayed human attributes and didn't look quite right. He closed his eyes and focused on sounds while considering why this strange rabbit was here.