Written to Time to Dance, by Panic! At the Disco. XDDDDD I LOVE Panic!! I've always tried to imagine just what kinda of feelings Excel received as she fell down into the pit. SO HERE COMES THE DRABBLE. XDDD
Sorry about my inactivity. D: I'll try harder, gomen…
"HAAAAIIIL!!!" Excel shouted, raising her hand into the air eagerly with her ever-surging grin, "LORD IL PALAZZOOOOO!!!!" Hyatte's unobtrusive, "…lazzooo" was barely heard until Excel's sudden stop to her piercing pledging. Excel whipped her wrist and elbow into a salute, fingers against her forehead, proclaiming,
"Our dedication to our gracious Lord Il Palazzo is restricted only by our mortal bodies!! If we were to turn into ghosts or somethin' of the like, we'd be sure to serve our Lord until the very end!"
"Very thoughtful," began their Lord, as he fingered the looming rope.
Ahh, the rope. Excel had had such good times with the rope. It was her punishment if she ever were to say something by the least insulting to her love. A simple tug would send her hurtling into the depths of never-ending water beneath her. The exhilarating adrenaline that coursed through her wrists and ankles as she realized that the floor beneath her had so lovingly been removed was the best part. The normally-freezing water below, not so much.
"However," Excel's eyes shone at the prospect of once again being thrown down into the pit, "do not refer to such an eventful end to ACROSS's manpower."
Now comes the hurtling. Oh, yes, the familiar hurtling. The rush of air slipping its way out of her lungs in a scream as she fell at a measure of 9.8 meters per second, rushing faster and faster towards the oncoming water. Oh, the wonders of gravity. Then came the splash. Excel began to be cushioned by God knows how many feet of water beneath her, and she would rush to the surface to replenish her lungs.
'Yes, sir, I'll do better next time!'
The air that you breathe after choking is the best air.
'I won't let you down, Lord Il Palazzo!!'
It caresses the lungs so fondly, so lovingly, just as the object of Excel's affection's gaze.
'A slight misunderstanding on my part, sir…'
The water would stir against her, pulling her towards the center of the pit. She would hurtle out desperate captions to aid her fight against whatever creature began to try to keep her in the water. The weirder, the better, referring to both captions AND creatures. But that's just what they were: desperate. Don't forget about me. Don't forget about me, just because Hyatte's up there. Don't forget…
Clammering up the walls, Excel's wet heels constantly slipped on the way up, sometimes betraying her into the water again. She had failed. But she was number two!! She could do better this time! And so she would approach the square of light above her with double the enthusiasm.
Some people express love in such strange ways.
Hahaa. XD I LOVE Excel. She's so awesome. I tried to sort of write in Rikdo's dialogue style, but still keep my style of writing… did it work? And if ANYBODY can give some constructive criticism, or some critique, that'd be great…!! 8DDDD I'll love you forever XDDDD I'm… gonna start working on an FLCL and another Furuba oneshot nowwww ooooo: -salutes and flees-