[ Bebop II, Cafeteria: ]
*Currently, Zev is on stage*
Zev: Check. Check check. Check one-two. Checka-check. Yeah.
Namah: Do you
have to do your Yu-Gi-Oh Abridged Dartz anytime someone puts a mic in your hands?
Zev: As a matter of fact yes I do. Gawd, ah liked you bettah when you was just creepin' around in the raftahs like Reeyohkoh. Ya weren't such a li'l
b!tch.Namah: Ahah. Ahah. Ahah. Cute. I'd like to remind you that I have a key to your room, and I've memorized a copy of your sleep schedule.
Zev: ...Who gave you those?
Misaki & Vi: *Both wave, smiling a bit*
Zev: ...Very well then. I have a
special song for Lieutenant Viriathus...
Vi: *Twitch* ...He only calls me 'Lieutenant' when there's something afoot.
Zev: ...I have received a personal request from Lieutenant
Bobby, who I'm sure Bebop II regulars remember from such previous works as 'Recording Vi's Moans of Passion During Specific Relations'...
*A loud whistle can be heard, before Vi's halo flickers to life and she appears on top of a table*
Vi:
WHO WAS IT!!? Who the F##K was it!!? *Reaches for one of the canisters on her shorts*
Crewmember: ... *Raises hand above the crowd* ...It...It was me, sir...It was a gross show of misconduct. I'll go.
Vi: Nope. I wouldn't make you leave such a valuable opportunity to build bonds...
*She gives a malicious grin, halo flickering out of existence*
Vi: Instead, you'll be assigned as Kokonoe's temporary assistant. By 'temporary,' this means we will actually punish her if you come back with tentacles or extra eyes. Now shut up and watch.
*Turning back to Zev, she gives him a warning glare which goes unheeded*
Zev: *Abruptly shapeshifts - Gaining a stouter, more muscular body; shorter, messier brown hair; a newsboy cap; a black muscleshirt; and worn-out jeans*
Vi: *Face visibly pales underneath her fur* Not that not that not that -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwB1C_rQX0o... ... ...
Vi: *Is shivering, still standing atop the table* ...Zev. Anymore songs?
Zev: *Back to previous form* I can wait. You wanna try and -
GUAAAH!!Vi: *Has delivered a lariat of such force that she bulldozes Zev right past the curtains of the stage*
*Behind the curtain, muffled
thumps which sound suspiciously like punches impacting someone's temple and Zev's unmistakeable howling for mercy can be heard*
Pitou: *Slides onstage* We appear to be experiencing technical difficlties. By which I mean
Zev's in trouble~ Zev's in trouble~ Nya nya~ nya nya~ nya~ nya~ *Leaps over a bicycle sent spinning off the stage* Listen: *Cups hand to ear*
*A microphone is lowered down to catch the indistinct words behind stage*
Zev: *Pant* *Pant* *Sob* *Pant* *Sob* ...Eeeugh... *Blubbering*
Vi: C'mon. There should be some bandages and disinfectant back here.
*The sounds of footsteps can be heard retreating*
Pitou: ... *Smile widens* May I have a Ms. Dorothy Wayneright onstage~?
Dorothy: ... *Silently walks up to join Pitou* ...
Pitou: *Whisper* *Whisper* That good?
Dorothy: *Slow nodding* Will my regular voice do?
Pitou: Yes. But adjust the pitch to just a
bit lower.
Dorothy: ... *Speaks in an almost inaudibly lower tone* Will this suffice?
Pitou: Purrrfectly. *Giggle* I take it you have records of puns?
Dorothy: Quite. The lowest form of comedy other than perhaps toilet humor?
Pitou: Exactly. *Snaps fingers* Let's start the show.
*The lights focus again; everything is ready for both performers*
*It begins immediately*
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QrTDa3XTUxw... ... ...
*Everyone seems to have enjoyed the performance*
Namah: This is a pleasant distraction.
Vi: *Escorts Zev out from behind stage*
Zev: *Quivers pitifully*
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[ ???: ]
*The ground is a sickly, ashen gray*
*Numerous volcanic vents and bizarre fungal growths dot the landscape*
*Far into the center, a rundown city of conglomerated architectural styles warped into demonic forms are carved into a number of huge, overlapping craters*
*In the central, largest crater, a gigantic step pyramid rises up across a blasted landscape*
*Before this pyramid hovers a gigantic, shadowed being, trailing some kind of "robe"; bearing an indistinct, almost hunched-looking back; and six large panels on back in two vertical rows of three, jutting diagonally upwards before angling inward to almost straight upright*
*Further before this being is a much smaller and almost familiar, pale gray figure of similar shape, projections on back that more resemble blades, and some kind of crackling energy sphere floating in place above head*
*Distant from this pyramid in all directions, horrific figures are crowded into the "streets" to watch and mutter amongst themselves: *
Nabonidus? I thought he...
...He's gotta lot of nerve showing his face here...
...Void'll crush him into...
...Finally get to see that immortal b#stard die.*Meanwhile, a grotesque, hunched figure with pallid skin, crazed eyes, and furry, floppy ears, garbed in a dull, sackloth robe, scrabbles against the backs of a couple of Nightmares*
???: Who!? Who who who!? Not invited, nnn
nnnot invited, who who who who -
*One figure - Covered in rust-red fur, with an almost reptillian yet distinctly apelike visage - Whirls around, lips curled up in a snarl to show hooked, dirty fangs*
Nightmare 1:
Quit pawing, you wretch!! Tryin' to watch!!
???: Who is it!? Who causes trouble!? The Underlord
demands to know!!
Nightmare 1:
You demand of
us? That's so delusional it's not even funny. Why don't you -
KRRRTSCH!!*He spins back around to stare at the source of the noise*
*At the pyramid, both figures appear to be directing massive amounts of caustic energy at each other*
*The energy fields continue expanding and pressing against each other*
Underlord: *Has now resorted to climbing up over the other Nightmares to see* Nff! Guah! Guah! Grff!!
*Due to his pitifully short limbs, this proves to be an utterly vain gesture*
*He's almost made it to grab onto a shoulder, before - *
FWOOOOOMMM!!*The explosion drives all of the Nightmares present back a bit*
*Just as they begin to get focused back on the raging battle, however...*
FWOOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!*Another explosion of even greater magnitude throws up a gigantic dustcloud all over the area*
*Coughs and screeches and all sorts of chaotic noises bounce around*
...What happened!? Who won!?
...There's no way anyone could survive...
...What if he took Void down with him...?
Nethers!! Curse this bale-dripping smoke!!*With no more warning than a buzzing in the air, a presence can be felt approaching*
Zzzrrrrrssshhh!*A huge gust of wind blows the dust away to reveal Nabonidus, hovering in mid-air; a clear distortion in the shape of a sphere above his head*
*He calmly sweeps his gaze across the masses, before his gaze falls on the 'Underlord' with a flash in his eyes*
Nabonidus: *Voice rippling* Well. If it isn't the little Summoner.
Underlord:
NNNGUAAAAAAAAGGGHHH!! *Flees as fast as his stumpy legs will take him*
*After running down several back alleys and into a wide expanse, he circles around a huge tower*
Underlord: *Pant* *Pant* *Pant* ...? *Glances around himself a few moments* ...
*When he sees nothing - Failing to look directly behind himself - He grins with his long, uneven, misshapen teeth and begins cackling*
Underlord: Ghehehahawhawhahahaheeheeheeheheheheee...Escaped! Ghaheheehee, Underlord, Master of Illuu
uuusssssions, heeheehehehehahahee -
Nabonidus: *Directly behind him* How?
Underlord:
AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!! *Begins flailing against the wall*
Nabonidus: It was perfectly planned. Every rune was prepared - Every keystone icon but one was in place. The twins were secreted to a chamber known only to myself. Yet you,
Scuttler, fodder of the weak, a speck of
filth who should be attending the
lowest mongrels of our ranks, somehow ruined my most carefully-laid designs. How? Or perhaps I should ask...
Whom?Underlord: *Finds what he is looking for* GUAAAH!! *Crams into a hidden passage*
*After squirming his way down the tunnel and tumbling down a flight of broad stone stairs, he ends up in a cramped, dim, cluttered room*
*Lit by noxiously-fuming bowls of molten sludge, the floor and shelves have scrolls strewn all over; in addition, the room is filled with randomly-placed bottles of strange potions, lumps of odd clay, tools, and what look like corpse parts; yet more disturbing objects fill the room in addition to these artifacts*
*Adding to this, an ominous structure of dilapidated bricks stands to the side, closed off with only a beaten wooden door - Around which seeps a heated, pulsating glow; and lastly, curled up, almost fetal abominations rasp quietly from their places hanging on the ceiling*
*Wheezing and huffing, the hunched creature leans on a macabre stool stood on four severed feet: A reptillian claw, a monkey-like hand, a feline paw, and a hairy hoof*
Underlord: *Pants frantically, hands on his head* ...!! Lord Void much better leader! Nabonidus too stupid! Lord Void will
CRUSH Naboniduses!! Crush and murder and murder and kill and murder!! Lord Void immortal!!
Immortal!!Nabonidus: *Has entered somehow* Your master's limitations have become apparent.
Underlord:
NYEEEAAARGHHHLLLRRRSSSsssssslightly alarmed.
Nabonidus:
I am the only immortal in Bralgu. Void mentioned you in passing - A delusional sculptor of fiends. He said no more as to your abilities...Something about you hints at
interesting secrets.
Underlord: Nabonidus never rule. No right no right
none not at all. HorrrRRRIIIiiible at delegating,
demons don't like digging. Him ugly and weak. Lord Void
much taller,
much deeper voice...
Nabonidus: Strangely, your sheer idiocy gives rise to an effective veil of protection. Until I find some way to extract the information I desire from your incessant blathering, you shall not be slain.
Underlord: ...
Ssssszzztuuupid Nabonidus! No one likes! Ungrateful and stupid and ignorant and has an ugly hat and picks bad allies and
killed Lord Void -
Nabonidus: *Smirk* Void extinguished? Just have patience.
Underlord:
NNNNNNGOUMPH!! *Spins, throwing hand out*
*From the ceiling of the room leap several of the lanky, demonic, clay sculpture-like creatures hanging there*
Nabonidus: *Emanates a flickering, mostly-transparent energy field outward in all directions*
*As the fiends impact this sphere of raw power, they are steadily crushed outward on its expansion*
*Pieces of the felled monstrosities rain to the floor as the Underlord scuttles between them*
Nabonidus: A stalemate has forced Void and I into an...
Accord. Hence your current, untortured state.
Underlord: Stupid Nabonidus under-appreciates craft. Working hard, making excellent,
excellent minions, all shapes, full use of negative space, neg
lected. *Pout*
Nabonidus: *Turns to leave* Once the dreamkeepers and their allies have been subdued and the truce expires, so too shall your amnesty. When your coherence can be rendered through agony, I will discover your accomplice...And remit you to the grinders.
Underlord: *Kneels down before a minion's body and its detached head* Nnah...Buh...Nitus.
No eye for design,
NEVER complimented my marquettes, ungrateful for all I do...
*Several squishes can be heard as the Underlord attempts to force the head back onto the body's neckstump*
Nabonidus: It'll be the dust for you. How priceless...The little sculptor, a permanent part of his own work.
Underlord: *Sneer* Nabonidus,
very low approval rating...
Nabonidus: *Starts to fade away* I'll see to it there's an eternity of use for you.
*As Nabonidus fades away, the Underlord glowers at the new, bloody additions to his room's clutter*
Underlord: ...And always leaves messes. *Starts picking up*
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OOS: I basically snatched this entire last portion from DreamKeepers.
But don't tell anyone, okay? ...Wait. Everyone can read this.
CURSES FOILED AGAIN /shakefist