Wow its been a while since ive logged on...miss this place dearly...but I just felt I should update at some point...so I did :)
He sported a smile extending from right to left as he placed a checker on the cursive writing on his 'oh so peculiar board. It was unusual for a person to write names on a checker board, but he didn't mind he loved being odd, it was in his nature, his build. It was like the skin on his back, which in fact was red, his favorite color...red. How he loved that color. It could represent various different things, for example it could be placed on a rose, fragile yet gracious, or maybe it could represent blood a sign of war, bravery, and sorrow. He laughed at his previous thought. His twisted humor was another one of his favorite attributes. He loved himself dearly, after all who else was as sharp and marvelous as he was? Who else held the lives of others on a mere game board? Who could possibly outshine him in any way? No one because he was the best there ever was and will be, that was the way it was in his world. Where he is the king and he is the ruler. He glanced at one of his many assistants; Zinc a tall marvelous devil was standing guard, looking out for any ….unwanted quests that may creep.
"Zinc would you be a dear and send invitations to my party?"
She walked away without a word knowing full and well what she should do, she didn't bother asking whom should receive the invitations because she knew Him had many previous ones, everyone would be invited to his random celebrations of 'joy' as he would say. If the people did not attend they would suffer a faith worse than death. She trembled at the thought of the punishment, never had she seen a person die without truly dying. It was the sad truth of his Kingdom, yet no one bothered to change things, everyone just kept silent. As if this was normal. She cleared her head of her thoughts when she realized that she had been pondering over unrealistic and foolish things. She was a servant she wasn't supposed to think only do.
Boomer/Quincy
I wasn't really phased by his threat, I mean sure he was the Boogie man king of the night creepers and monsters, but he was a joke. The only monster he ruled were the ones babies are afraid of. You know those stories your siblings will tell you so that you can get out of there face, or the kind of monsters kids dress up as on Halloween. I'm talking mummies, and made up creatures and such. If you ask me that's a pretty lame thing to rule. It's going to be so fun kicking his butt, especially since Alice is here. She so owes me for this if I die saving her prissy self.
"Well boy are you going to make your move or am I going to have to lose my manners and pears my hands through your head, thus penetrating an appendage through your skull." He said with a slight chuckle.
This guy really thinks I'm an idiot doesn't he? I know what happens when someone pears their hand through anything! Now he's laughing about it like he cracked a good joke, what a sicko.
"Laugh with me my family, join me in this joke of a warrior, not only does he lack in fashion, dance, and manners, but he doesn't know a good joke when he hears one." All the monsters and creatures laughed along, a huge uproar could be heard from miles around, all of them laughing at me. It was slightly embarrassing; I was being ridiculed by someone who could pass as my great great great great grandfather. I hate being mocked. It's as if he slapped me in the face and stole my pride in the process.
"Are you done yet?" I asked as I stood arrow ready to fire. He pulled up a hand signaling them to cease their laugher. He stared at me with an unknown look; it was like he was trying to figure me out or some sociological crap like that.
"Tell me boy why do you want to save this one so?" He began. I stood and stared at him for a while. That's when it hit me, why in the world was I doing this again? Then the answer popped into my head and left almost as soon as it came. I remembered my mission.
"That's none of your business you undead freak, now let go of my partner!" I shot a few arrows at him each accompanied with bombs. He averted them "damn" He shot his index finger towards my chest but I dodged and started running towards him. Fingers coming for me from all angles I got cuts and bruises on my chest and face "another addition to my style how kind of him". I decided to stop with the school boy gimmicks and start fighting like a man, fist and all. I began throwing power fueled punches towards him, using my power wasn't really in my plans ,but if I must than I guess I have no choice now do I? I had a few good shots at his face and abdominals, but they were powerful shots. I flew above his head and used his scalp to give me a boost towards a very lost looking Alice. I snatched her by her hips and carried her like a stolen pearl from a jewelry store, beautiful yet fragile. I made my way back to the opposite side of the cursed dance floor. I could see the Boogieman's face fuming with anger; he extended his body and started chasing me as I jumped from head to head. I tried my best to avoid him but he still damaged me pretty bad.
"COME BACK HERE WITH MY DANCE PARTNER YOU FILTHY FERRET!"
I grinned despite myself; I had never once been referred to as a ferret before, quite odd for him to find a correlation between a ferret and myself. Even so I escaped with injuries from head to toe, I had a huge gap on my back and my face should have been covered with a paper bag. It was that gross. Oh well I've had worse before….I think.
Bubbles/Alice
I could faintly hear an argument going on between the man on the dance floor and a mysterious figure. I couldn't quite understand why it mattered to me, but there was something about this figure that made me want to break from the floor, to walk instead of waltz. I wasn't sure what to do without my partner dancing so I just stood and waited like the obedient pet I should be. There was a voice that constantly told me things like "I need to be seen not heard" or "touch with your eyes not your hands". That voice powerful as it was wasn't strong enough to hide a smaller much more coy voice telling me to the total opposite of what the powerful voice would say. Both those voices battling inside of me absolutely confused me, so I decided to stand and wait, maybe then I'll know what to do. Then all of a sudden I feel myself being lifted and carried. I'm trying to figure out how I'm moving, without actually moving, but before I even have time to absorbed that fact I hear a scream loud and commanding. It scares me , but I can't move, or speak so I just stay still.
"Tell me Olga should I move dear Quincy up or take him off the board?"
Olga flipped back her waive sleek hair for it had a stubborn habit of covering the right side of her face, despite the effort it fell forward once more, how annoying. She didn't enjoy speaking but if it was for 'Him' so it was worth it, after all she did owe him her life, and existence. He wasn't only a ruler he was a father of many children. He kept them all hidden in his castle of course for they were his treasure. They were his to play with, torture, and use. Yet they stayed, some might question their decision, but truth be told they themselves did not know the answers, well some did not, but Olga did. He was her hero, at the age of 16 d.v she wasn't very old, but she envied 'Him' dearly. He had power, and was cunning not to mention devilishly handsome. With that twisted smile, and mirror personality. Even his odd sense of fashion was fascinating to her.
"Whatever you feel is right Sire." She answered in a terse, but quite clear manner. He looked at her then back at the board. Olga could feel and uncomfortable feel to the silence. He was getting mad and she would be punished.
"Olga when I want a straight answer please give me what I wish, when I want to choose of my own I will do so." "That is why I asked you STUPID CHILD!" He pointed towards a black door that was decorated with angles on one side and Greek writing on the other. She opened the door with the Greek illustrations and braced herself for her trip to Hell.
Him rubbed his forehead with his left claw, and decided he would let little Quincy live. Oh how fun it is to play with his toys, now he could see how this plays out….no thanks to Olga. That youngling recruit wasn't very useful. Oh how the young ones irritated him. Truth be told he hated kids, in fact he hated just about every single thing he was forced to be exposed to, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy exploiting them and making sport of their lives. It was like a game of rock, paper, and scissors. Random, yet addictive. It was the most wondrous way to solve his problems. Was he mad? Maybe, but who cares it's his power so who cares? He decided to look at the piece that contained the 5th Alice's name written in blood ink with that beautiful cursive style of his. He twirled his claw around her title '5th Alice' What a fun think to create….Oh how fun this was going to be.
"I just love these creatures, whether they are human, or monster, ghost, or centaur. They are all MY creatures I'm my beautiful rose that is this Kingdome." He said as he threw his head back so his eyes could face his blood read ceiling, it had a painting of him drinking wine. He broke into laughter and rose from his seat, so he could dance to his own song, inside his twisted broken world.