author's note- hello beautiful people. so first off I don't own any thing to do with metalocalypse. Second this is my first story (well, that's not true, but its the first one ive put on this sight anyway) third English is not my first language so apologies for any grammar issues or weird paragraphs (althow feel free to point them out as it helps me learn). and lastly this is supposed to just be a quick intro to my OC Clover but I'll probably add more later. Sorry for long AN and remember reviews are love!
Clover Calico disembarked the plain with her trusty Gutz bumping agents her hip and looking more than ever like she had jumped from the pages of a coloring book. Typically, she tried to tone her bright wardrobe down to avoid giving her haus mates' headaches. (something Nathen thanked her for by not cussing her out every time she strolled into the main room.) But sometime during her 5 month long absence from dreary Mordland, she'd realized how much she'd missed her bright clothing and didn't really feel like parting with it just yet.
Her cloths themselves hadn't changed much, despite the long sleeved midriff being crimson instead of gray or black and her ripped bellbottoms being decidedly mid wash as opposed to dark. The red and white striped thy high socks she wore could be seen throw the rather large holes in the jeans, though her studded belt and Creepers retained their blackness. The lasses of said shoes where mismatched, the right being green and the left purple, but if she was being honest, she didn't think she owned matching shoe strings anymore.
Some ware along the line she'd wound up with a light tan as well. This was something she was certainly not happy about. She'd worked hard to achieve her 'I may or may not be a phantom' complexion. 'Oh well' she thought 'nothing a few weeks cooped up in the studio won't fix.'
Technically, her job title was Deathklock's resident artist. In theory her job entailed drafting album covers, designing posters and , occasionally, painting half nude portraits of band members whenever they went on a particularly strong ego trip.
In practice her dudes included all of this as well as being an almost constant babysitter for the man children of Deathklock. Not that she usually minded, if nothing else she was never bored. But she had to admit that the last few months had done her good. She'd been on the verge of a nervous breakdown when Charles, in his infinite wisdom, had approached her about taking an extended vacation. At the time she'd been nervous about leaving the boys to their own devised but in the end she'd been too exhausted to turn down the offer.
And watdda ya know? Nobody had died. Well nobody she knew anyway…. And that was good enough for her.
She brushed a few strands of vivid pink and purple hair out of the face as she made her way down the runway. She'd really have to cut it soon. She wasn't at all used to having it touch her shoulders, much less hang past them.
Meanwhile the members of Deathklok where noting other small changes. Nathen noised that Clover seemed to stand a bit taller, her ever confident strut looking almost like a catwalk model's sashay ,and gone wher the bruise colored circles around her eyes. That last could be a result of the last 5 months being some of the best sleep she'd gotten in years. That was the price one payed for having their rooms in the same hallway as Skwisgaar . Sound proofed walls her fat ass.
Toki for his Part had openly missed his best friend and, forgetting himself, decided to run at her like a linebacker and tackle her with a hug that could break bone. "hey, Tok- no. No no no no NOOOOOO! "Clover screamed as her idiot friend lifted her from the ground in a hug and proceeded to shake her like an overzealous puppy that'd just been reunited with his favorite chew toy. Clover gasped as she felt a painful crack along one of her ribs, some ware in the middle of Toki's rant on how much he'd missed getting his ass kicked in video games and how nobody else would ever play paint ball with him.
Pickles righty interpreted this to mean 'make him put me down before I black the fuck out.' "dood, Toki, yer gonna hurt her.' "piffff she ames fine!" Toki protested giving clover a little squeeze. At least he thought it was a little squeeze. "Rights clover?" He asked. Clover gave a squeak of pain and managed to huff "can't…breath" as the edges of her vision turned fuzzy. Toki was a sweetheart but he often forgot how much he out wade his diminutive purple haired friend.
It was Nathen who saved her with a chastising growl to Toki. "NO! Bad Toki! We don't strangle friends." He snapped, giving Toki a non to gentle smack upside his head, Causing him to drop clover altogether. "Ow! Sorry clover. I's just happy to sees you." Toki apologized rubbing his sore head. Clover, who had managed to land on her feet, gave him a smile and waved it off, while making a mental note to get an X-ray later.
"you look different." Murderface lisped glaring her up and down as if sizing her up. "Ja. I ams not likeings it." Skwisgaar added with a frown. He kinda missed his little porcelain doll. 'The porcelain doll who would break my nose if I started using her little pet name out loud.' He reminded himself. Clover rolled her mismatched eyes as she strutted past them towards Mordhaus. "you dilldos are just gonna have to get uesta it. There's not a whole lot I can do about it now." She called over her shoulder. All she wanted to do was get to her rooms where she could take a nap and then catch up and any work she ahd missed during the last 5 months.