Hades raised what should have been his eyebrow high over his head. "Ya really don't know who that is? If ya don't kid, then I suggest you put him down or at least hand it off you your girlfriend over there. That box pandora got has nuthin on your mummy right there. That, my friend, is the president of the nuthouse and his first order of business is pain and lots of it." Piercing hades monolouge was a most hidieous screech released by the bound man. Kicking and screaming, the creature broke free of the dancers that were holding him so securly. The thing's arm ripped out of its binding in a flurry of disgusting contortions. The arm seemed human. At least it wasn't a monster at first glance. "And now he's gonna put it into action on all of us!" Forgetting his powers, Hades ran down the dark caverns, frantically running away from the awakened man.
Looking over at the dancers, Hades normal calm demeanor dissappeared as his dialated and his flames turn to wisps of pure white. In a paniced puff of smoke, Hades teleported 2 feet away. The god of death seemed to be shaking. The reason for all this is because he caught a glance at the bundle the lesser creatures were holding. Attempting to regain his former composure, Hades looked back at the water wielder with fearful eyes. "Say, um, kid? You here on orders from some big shot. Yeah yeah, do what ya told, I..I always found them to, yaknow, have a pearl or two of truth in that. Now, were friends right? So why not just put the monster down and we all look the otherway eh?" Trying to look more convincing, the greek diety bared his fang like teeth in a crooked smile.
The dark lord began to stroke his azure chin while looking down at this intruder. beneath his flaming hair, gears were turning slowly, sinisterly. After taking a considerable amount of time and preparation, Hades addressed demyx. "Oh really now? A little paperboy job in my neck of the woods. Ya know kid, it isn't to safe to skip around my turf. Things tend to, oh whats the word, happen if you catch my drift. But let's not have that get in the way of a little talk. So tell me kid, what exactly is your "Job" ya gotta do so bad?"
bummer, I'm on and you're not ^^
A sly villanous voice began to echo of the caverous walls. The voice seemed professionally casual and smooth. "Well well, What have we here?" Silent as a ghost, the owner of the evil voice creeped up on the unsuspecting visitor and made a delicate tap with his clawed, blue finger.
let the games begin....tomorrow. see ya then.
should I take over hades, just for humor's sake?
The unknown entity seemed to snuggle up into the dancers that it was pawned off to. A low purr could be heard from the faceless creature. The bandages seemed to wrinkle where the thing's face should be. The thing was smiling. It would be kinda cute if it wasn't so creepy.
wow, that was one of the fastest responses to a vm I've ever seen *surprised* how bout "holy ****!" but stays because xemnas might kill him.
will to be going to life to lead soon?
the thrust grazed his collar bone. Taking the strike in stride, Gex jumped on top of mixt and began to whale on him.
From that slight poke, a spectacle of thrashing and scratching occured. With every passing moment the air seemed heavier and thick with something that tasted strange. The taste was of bloodshed, howling screams, and animalistic impulse. What had he done? After ten seconds stretched out into and eternity, the body quit moving and the released its strange burden. Turning on its side, the bandaged creature repositioned itself into a more comfortable position. It was sleeping. Imagine that.
"That's what I said" ooc: bye.
Still dazed, legion grabbed one of the androids "yes yes, excellent job turkey leg, we must keep the balance even though the scale is broken." Raising his fist in the air, Legion and roared his battle cry "fishsticks, are you with me!?"
"The snot nosed kid that attacked me?"
Legion stared at the androids in confusion "fishsticks, is that you?"
Junkie began to scratch his head. "riiiiku? Sorry, not ringing any bells, but why do we need to wait for him anyway?"
activating his hands, legion prepared for his fight. "You will never steal the fishsticks! They belong to the natives!"
Still laying flat on the floor, Junkie lifted up his head and raised his eyebrow. "Excuse me?" He didn't catch the name, but it seemed oddly familiar.
legion jumped back in utter terror. "oh crap! it's the IRS!"
