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- Horror, Yaoi/Yuri(for reasons), Sci-Fi, Modern, Magical, Fighting,
Idoun froze mid-pour. Her tea began to overflow over the sides of her cup. "The DARK DRAGON IDOUN is as CHILL as a WINTER'S HAUNTING BREEZE on your PALE GRUNGY NECK." To Mickey, she muttered, "I'm sure HUMANS really are FEARFUL of a BEING WHO DOES NOT STOP TALKING." She set the teapot down and a Prinny hurriedly ran to the table in order to refill it. While the Prinny was in the middle of grabbing at the teapot, Idoun sprang from her seat. "I am the DARK DRAGON IDOUN, destined to RULE OVER MANKIND and ENSLAVE HUMANITY. Your TRICKS will not FOOL ONE SUCH AS I."
Striking the pot out of the Prinny's grasp, it fell back to the table and caused both tea and alcohol to fly. "PITIFUL MORTALS who would DO MY FATHER'S BIDDING, why do you TEMPT ME WITH THE BEST COLOR COMBINATION? What is your TRUE GOAL?"
@The Yuletide Tactician @The Great Detective @Sen @TheSpringwoodSlasher @Hazel-rah @Alyto
"Hey! I don't talk that much! ..Do I Chrome?" One couldn't tell due to his mask but it seemed Idoun's comment had genuinely hurt Mickey's feelings. He just wanted to be the best serial killer he could be and to be brushed off as just someone who talks a lot was a bit of a eye-opener.
YOU DO TALK TOO MUCH. BUT IT'S NOT JUST A PROBLEM WITH YOU. SERIAL KILLERS ALL AROUND HAVE THE SAME PROBLEM. THEY FEEL THEY'RE IN CONTROL AND DON'T THINK SOMEONE'S GOING TO TELL THEM THEY'RE TAKING TOO LONG IN TORTURING THEIR VICTIM INSTEAD OF KILLING THEM. THINK OF IT AS 'TALKING THEIR VICTIM TO DEATH.'
"..How come it doesn't happen to you then?"
I DON'T TALK, IT'S JUST THAT SIMPLE. I GET MY SHIT DONE AND THAT'S THE END OF THAT. NO WASTING TIME TYPING ON MY PHONE TO MONOLOGUE AND GIVE THEM A CHANCE TO ESCAPE.
Before Ghostface could comment further, Idoun had risen from her seat and was going on some kind of tirade. Leaning in to Chrome, Ghostface began to whisper.
"Chrome, this isn't serial killer crazy. This is you need to be put in a straitjacket immediately crazy. She's completely fucked in the head! Why are we sitting here again?!"
AS I RECALL IT WENT 'I'LL SIT WITH YOU UNTIL MY NAME'S CALLED TO DO KARAOKE. I DIDN'T INVITE YOU TO SIT WITH ME, MICKEY. AS FOR WHY I'M SITTING HERE? BELIEVE ME. I WOULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING ABOUT THIS WOMAN A WHILE BACK. BUT I RESTRAINED MYSELF ON YOUR ADVICE. I JUST CAME OVER HERE TO TALK TO THE WITCH ABOUT THE FAVOR I OWE HER. TAKING PART IN THIS TEA PARTY AND DEALING WITH IDOUN WASN'T PART OF THE ORIGINAL PLAN.
"Yeah, about that, what favor do you owe her-HEY!"
That was perfectly good alcohol that Ghostface could have chugged down! Now, it was all over the floor and part of Ghostface's robe. All because this woman couldn't help herself from her demented ravings about eye color or some such nonsense! Well, completely going against the erstwhile advice he had given Chrome just a few moments before, Ghostface drew his knife and plunged it into the center of the table as he rose up from his seat to stare Idoun down.
"I don't know anything about the perfect eye colors or your daddy issues, but that was perfectly fine alcohol you just knocked aside! Why don't you take a goddamn seat and enjoy your tea?! Like an actual tea party!"
@The Yuletide Tactician @The Great Detective @Sen @Atomyk @Hazel-rah @Alyto @Hana