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Post by Damien on Jun 7, 2013 20:12:10 GMT -5
After seeing the Dayman embrace Perish and then invite Jeff to join, Trosdan moved down a few seats. "Perish," he said, "if you would, please give me some warning before you go full Saiyen-o'-Death. I'd like to continue living for a few hundred years more. Thanks..."
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Jun 7, 2013 20:32:58 GMT -5
A random audience member stood up and shouted.
"Hey wait!! If we cut Perish open do you thing we can count the rings like a tree and see how old she is?!"
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Post by blazinvire on Jun 7, 2013 20:48:45 GMT -5
Hugs... hugs a-fricken-gain... Saiyan of Death indeed, Perish's crackling black aura of doom returned and steadily grew in intensity, her eye twitched as her anger rose, feeling the overwhelming urge to incinerate everything again.
Her teeth grew those intimidating fangs again, considering the proximity and ease of which she could sink them into the Dayman's neck, except it was the Dayman and she was actually a touch scared of what horrors awaited in that man's blood... hence she refrained from using them.
The dagger in her hand suffered some warping due to anger and latent magic build up, growing thirty-seven more blades somehow at all kinds of angles protruding everywhere. Except then the handle snapped off from pure necrotic rage buildup in her hand overwhelming the poor construction.
In one swift movement she sort of uppercut with that hand straight into the Dayman's codpiece, turning into a grip in which she strangely easily lifted the whole man and hurled him behind her into the bleachers.
Of course, as a result her hand was smouldering from contact with such a foul object but that concerned her little at the moment.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Jun 7, 2013 21:02:48 GMT -5
The Dayman's head was reeling a bit, but luckily the narrator remembered that he was still in his boombox suit, so he was unharmed. Upon impact with the bleachers, the play button smashed onto someone's shoe and "Love Hurts" by Nazareth began to play softly.
"Hmm...love hurts indeed..." And The Dayman slowly drifted off into his memories again....or possibly went into a small coma...I can't be sure.
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Post by Razgat on Jun 7, 2013 21:05:19 GMT -5
Random Girl, completely oblivious to everything, blurted out a number. "Eleventy six!"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jun 7, 2013 22:12:17 GMT -5
Magnus poked his head out again and seeing that very little had changed from the last time he'd checked, promptly returned to his interdimensional bunker.
This time it was very obvious to any observant audience members that some sort of party was going on inside, from the loud booming music and suspicious smoky haze emanating from within.
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Post by Monika on Jun 8, 2013 21:15:00 GMT -5
"All good guesses, really," Leon lied, rolling his eyes. "And the answer is..." Another index card made its way to his hand from his pocket, and he conjured a pair of Shadow Eyeglasses (which, incidentally, had no effect on his vision) as he peered at what was written upon the card. "Oh, wow, that certainly is something! I wonder how they found that out." Grinning, he shook his head, took a lighter from his dimensional pocket and burned the index card to ashes. "As it turns out, it's actually very impolite to reveal a lady's age on national television, so I won't be sharing the answer with you all. Don't worry, Perish. Your secret is safe with me!"
He ignored the incoming jeers and complaints from the crowd. Two audience members in particular, the ones standing in front of Xeltyr, were snatched by a pair of tentacles and dragged beneath the seats. Whatever creature Leon had to moderate his game show certainly didn't like a negative audience.
"I will give you all a hint, however. If you translate the number 'eleventy six' into some equally absurd fantasy number system, you will get Perish's actual age. So, technically...Random Girl is right." He grimaced as he said this, as if his actual face knew that what it had just uttered made no sense. "One point to Random Girl!"
The audience cheered as the television screen behind Leon changed back into a scoreboard, updating itself to display the following:
CALE EFRUN, THE ILLUSIVE SQUID RANDOM GIRL
0.5 1.0
"Now, for the next question." Leon read from the next index card. "My apologies in advance, Mr. Royal!" The spotlight and cameras all pointed toward the Dayman and his dazed expression appeared on screen. "What is the name of-" He took a deep breath. "-The Incredibly Handsome and Much Much Better Than You Prince Ali-Hammurabi-dappapa-pastathopoulos-giannis-maleza-demetreus-qui-gon-jinn-julius of The Secluded and Tropical Nation of Koosalagoopagoopakuzbekistanahamas, the 4th, Esquire, Jr's old love interest? And, for an extra point, why were they never married?"
Hioma frowned at the question. "Oh, it's a very tragic tale, Zelmon. We should fix it on our next Love Crusade. But Leon should know better than to ask something so mean spirited. You're very rude, Mr. Veralice!"
A tentacle slowly slithered up behind Hioma and gracelessly entangled itself around her mouth, forcefully pulling her into...wherever the bottom of the seats led.
"Honestly, people, do you not understand that I've got a giant monster waiting to kill all you naysayers? Just shut up and let them answer the question!" Leon yelled, exasperated.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Jun 8, 2013 22:02:35 GMT -5
The Dayman, upon hearing his full royal name (pronounced correctly even), was released from his memories only to find himself on camera and irritated by a light that was only have as shiny as his codpiece.
"Well I suppose this had to come out at some point." Boombox suit and all he stepped down the bleachers and sat in Perish's lap, brought his knees to his chest and laid his head on her rotting shoulder. "Hold me!!"
He began to rock himself slowly and sob whilst pulling an abnormal amount of tissues from his infinity belt.
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Post by Razgat on Jun 8, 2013 22:23:07 GMT -5
"Oh! Oh! Oh! I saw this on TV once....I think." Random Girl was hopping up and down with her hand raised up. " A waitress! Right? Is that a name?....Where am I?"
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Post by blazinvire on Jun 8, 2013 22:47:29 GMT -5
Perish's secret was evidently slightly less safer than it was a few minutes ago, as she herself still didn't know what it was and now Leon did -part of her was curious how Squid hadn't gotten a point for his lackluster loophole-jumping answer, but perhaps that was just because whoever that other girl was somehow hit the mark on the head -whatever it was.
The next question left Perish a little sour as it was going to remind her of that infuriating Dayman until someone answered it, and she was content to just zone out and pretend nothing was happening until the next question maybe came up. Or perhaps until the end of the match.
Except then the fricken Dayman suddenly appeared on her lap.
Her hair mysteriously started to defy gravity to demonstrate just how much frustration was building up, and her eyes looked like they were literally burning with black flames and attempting to regenerate at the same time.
She grabbed two fistfuls of hair, ready to tear it out in supreme frustration -and then her little area exploded violently, except it looked more like a bubble of an explosion as there was a neat area around her position that hadn't been effected.
And then, surprisingly, Perish looked like she was about to have a nervous breakdown, shaking uncontrollably and covering her face, issuing a quiet whine like she was on the verge of tears.
"Why can't people leave me alone. I liked it better when they burned me at the stake and buried me for months on end, at least I personal space when it came to being on fire and under the dirt," Perish whined, too sad to care as she leaned against the Dayman, stealing one of the tissues, her expression one of someone who was probably supposed to be crying, but she probably lacked proper tear ducts.
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Post by Mizagium on Jun 8, 2013 23:26:23 GMT -5
Jeff delivered a flying drop-kick to the Dayman. Full vertical. It send the sobbing royal rolling into the crowd, presumably to seize some hapless audience member, of whom there were very few now.
"Yeah that guy annoys me, too," he offered by way of explanation to Perish while awkwardly getting to his feet.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Jun 9, 2013 0:02:28 GMT -5
"What the hell!!" The nameless audience member shouted as The Dayman somehow landed nestled gently against the man, full cuddle, without crashing into him at all. "Get off me bro!!" The nameless man began to struggle and push on The Dayman to no avail. Full cuddle mode had been engaged and Jeff had not formerly been caught in a death hug with the audience member at any time, so there was no real reason for him to save the day again with a flying drop kick.
Suddenly, an oddly effeminate apparition appeared and took hold of the audience member and he began to convulse slightly, which didn't seem to unhinge The Dayman from cuddle mode. Once the shaking stopped, the audience member limped his wrist and winked, "Good morning bitches! Did you miss me?" After shooting an "oh yeah bitch, it's me" glance at Trosdan, he now homosexually possessed nameless audience member quickly turned his attention to The Dayman and began to rub his back and sob silently with him.
"Oh honey! You know she still loves you, with a codpiece like that who wouldn't?" He resisted the urge to bite his lip and make a pass at obviously socially superior and much better than you Prince Ali-Hammurabi-dappapa-pastathopoulos-giannis-maleza-demetreus-qui-gon-jinn-julius of The Secluded and Tropical Nation of Koosalagoopagoopakuzbekistanahamas, the 4th, Esquire, Jr, and continued to console him. "She will be back to get some of that sweet ass and you know it!" He couldn't resist making a pass, honestly, who could?
Through a wad of tissues The Dayman whimpered, "I want her back!! My life has never been the same. All the money and social status and dazzling codpieces in the world couldn't make me as happy as she can!" With that beautiful realization of true love, royal love, his sobs began to shimmer and The Dayman's tears started to crystallize after exiting his tear ducts and became tear shaped shards of precious gems by the time they hit the bleachers.
The now queened audience member frowned and pressed the play button on The Dayman's boombox suit and Cinderella's "Don't Know What You Got" filled the air.
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Post by Damien on Jun 9, 2013 1:02:29 GMT -5
Trosdan sat in shock as the ghost that had left his body not very many posts long ago inhabited the body of that poor, innocent spectator (though how he got inside we'll never know...nor do we want to...) and began to hit on the Dayman. He was pretty sure he saw the ghost-inhabited spectator grab the Dayman's royal buttocks.
"You know what?" said Trosdan, "you can have him. I'm good to be my own gay elven druid. Have fun in there."
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Post by Calefrun on Jun 9, 2013 2:02:14 GMT -5
"Well..." Cetis returned to stroking his tentacles, "considering I've heard him shout 'DIANE!' at least once, I'm going to say that's her name. As to why they were never married... ummm.... did she died?"
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Post by blazinvire on Jun 9, 2013 15:15:10 GMT -5
Apparently the nervous breakdown had actually broken something in Perish's head, as she just sniffled with a slowly improving mood as the Dayman was now absent thanks to Jeff's efforts, and her gaze fell upon Jeff and her eyes seemed to shimmer with gratitude.
She suddenly seemed a lot... meeker, than she did a couple of minutes ago, as before she had sat with the boredom and wore evil and dark power like an enormous menacing cloak, like she could reach over and tear your heart out without even really paying attention -it'd seem that normal to her.
Now, her shoulders were slumped and drawn, arms up in front of her a little protectively and her eyes wider open with a nervous watchfulness -though they were currently locked on Jeff.
And then she rushed over and gave Jeff an extra-tight hug, not letting go.
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Post by Sariel of Tevet on Jun 9, 2013 15:24:53 GMT -5
The anti-gravity bleachers began to wobble a bit due to a sudden increase in weight. The audience members, upon seeing Perish break and hug Jeff, all shat bricks.
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Post by Calefrun on Jun 9, 2013 15:26:17 GMT -5
"D'AAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWW, I'm so proud of you, Lobster!"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Jun 9, 2013 15:38:12 GMT -5
"Okay seriously guys, is it my turn to fight yet-" Magnus reappeared then stopped, staring at the unbelievable sight of Perish hugging Jeff.
"...What the hell did you people do?"
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Post by Monika on Jun 9, 2013 15:46:31 GMT -5
"Good job, Cale!" Leon nodded. "Since you answered half the question, you've just earned yourself half a point!" The scoreboard behind him, instead of updating itself to reflect Cale's NEWFOUND WINNINGS, focused on Perish and her very uncharacteristic hugging of Jeff. The picture onscreen was surrounded by a heart shaped background, and the applause sign in front of the audience read "AWW..." once more.
A couple audience members cheered with mock enthusiasm. A few more followed directions and read "Aww..." in fear of a tentacle-y demise.
Leon continued. "The extraordinarily long named prince - or the Dayman, for the unenlightened - did indeed have a love interest named Diane once upon a time. As for the second half of the question...Well, I'll spice things up a bit." Everyone's favorite game show host snapped his fingers and one of the tentacles in the back row flung an ink pen and notebook to the stage. Pink, girlish design. Hearts everywhere. No question about it; those were the Pen of Love! and Notebook of Fate! Leon promptly picked up the two and began to write. "The Dayman's love interest, the beautiful, royal Diane, appeared on the set of the critically acclaimed game show, Awesome Quiz Time."
From a suddenly appearing swirling nexus of sparkling, queenly energies emerged a tall, unnaturally beautiful (as if such a common word could describe her) woman. Clad in an elegant, flowing white gown (whose otherworldly extravagance was matched only by her long, flowing light brown hair) and a magnificent tiara (made of solid diamondillium and encrusted with gems made of elements not written on the periodic table). Truly, she looked absolutely royal. No, royal is too weak of an adjective. Imperial, perhaps? No, even that could not describe her. Divine? Yes, divine will do. If a goddess were to walk across Esteros, it would surely be this woman. Perhaps her only flaw was that her marvelous radiance could not be accurately captured on camera, so on screen she appeared to be the spitting image of Kate Middleton (the closest approximation the cameras could make).
Far too divine to ask such inane questions as "Where am I?" or "How did I get here?" (royalty tends to be acutely aware of such matters, anyway), she strode across the stage, up the seats and stood directly before the Dayman. "Ali," she spoke, her voice so majestic that it allowed her to get away with not addressing the Dayman by his full royal name. "Would you care to answer the question for these commoners? Why are we not married?" As she continued to speak, the Dayman's boombox suit ripped itself from his body and transformed into a small army of cherubim, all of whom began to angelically chant the name "Diane", intermixed with various Latin phrases.
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Post by Mizagium on Jun 9, 2013 17:26:53 GMT -5
Jeff...was a little weirded out by Perish's actions. For the first time since meeting her, he could genuinely say that he was not fearing for his life. Especially, after the last "hug" she had bestowed upon him. No one had hugged him like that in...a long time and he found himself returning it, in spite of himself. He ignored the sounds around him and didn't say a word, lest he ruin the moment. This was a side of Perish he might never see again. Savor it while it lasted.
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