Project Folken
by Ginga!
Author's Notes: Well, this is the sequel to 'Honey, I shrunk the Dragonslayer'. Hope ya like it! It's a tad...er...'ecchi', but I've been eating a whole bunch of pocky, so I have an excuse. Oh, BTW, in case you don't know, 'kowaii' is japanese for scary, 'cause Van says that at one point in the fic.
Folken walked with his usual sedate pace into the room, remaining unblinking as the huge hologram of Dornkirk appeared on the screen. However, Dornkirk was doing something most strange. It appeared that he had his pinky up to his lip, and a furry white cat in his lap. *I didn't know Dornkirk was a cat person...* Folken thought, awaiting what Dornkirk had to say.
Dornkirk cleared his throat. "Folken, the dragon's shadow blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...etc. Now, I know the one and only solution to this problem. Besides the most obvious, which would be to just blow the the Dragon to Kingdom Come. I want you to steal Allen Schezar's mojo!!!" Dornkirks announcement was followed by a loud bout of maniacal laughter.
Folken stared at his leader. *He's lost it. After two hundred years, he's finally gone senile.* "Pardon, Dornkirk-sama?"
However, Dornkirk was completely oblivious. His laugh would've scared even Dilandau, and that takes a LOT of doing. Shaking his head, Folken left the room. *Steal Allen Schezar's mojo? Well...allright...*
Two nights later, the Dragonslayers returned with the said person's 'mojo'. Dilandau handed it to Folken with a disgusted look on his face. "You have no idea what we had to do to get that, Strategos." He growled, stalking off with his Dragonslayers in tow.
Folken retreated to his rooms, intent on experimenting with this 'mojo' stuff. The mojo was cut apart, examined under a microscope, and tested repeatedly. There were no results indicating what this 'mojo' was, or why in the world Dornkirk wanted to steal it. *Hmm...there's only one thing left to do. Taste-test.* Now, Folken new perfectly well that chugging down laboratory liquids wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it was very early in the morning, and the coffee machine was broken, so our dear Folken was without common sense. He uncorked the vial that held the remnants of the 'mojo' and lifted it to his mouth. He tipped it, and the icky-icky gunk stuff slid down his throat. Immediatly, he felt a sort of shock through his body.
About an hour later, Folken appeared in the cafeteria, where the groggy Dragonslayers were gulping down their breakfast, which looked like Cream of Wheat mixed with cow dung. Dilandau was currently scooping the last chunks of the 'cereal' out of his bowl when he felt a sharp pinch on his posterior. He whirled around to face the culprit. "FOLKEN??! How dare you touch my beautiful-OW! Stop it! OW! Folken! DO NOT pinch me there!! OW!!" Dilandau back-handed the Strategos sharply, trying to get his hand away from the Dragonslayer's leather-clad tushie.
Folken just grinned at Dilandau. "Oooh...fiesty. Grrr baby, very grr." Dilandau slapped Folken again, and received a 'Yeah baby, yeah!'.
Dilandau whimpered, backing away from Folken. "Gatti! Shesta! Guimel! Get him away from me!!!"
The Dragonslayers promptly came to the aid of their leader, grabbing Folken by the arms and dragging him away, ignoring his loud protests.
Folken finally managed to cut the straight jacket the Dragonslayers had foreced onto him into shreds with his metal hand. He grinned and sauntered out the door. *I'll find SOMEONE who can appreciate my sexiness.*
Van was doing a sword routine in the forest when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He whipped around, his stance ready. Folken stepped out from behind a tree, a seductive smile playing on his face. Van nearly dropped his sword in shock. "B-brother?"
Folken smiled, then suddenly ripped his cape off to reveal black lace lingerie. "Do I make you horny??" He demanded, grinning broadly. "Do I make you randy baby, yeah!"
Van stared. "Make me…what?!"
"You heard me, baby! Randy! Horny!" Folken said enthusiastically.
"If my understanding of that word is correct, no. You're my BROTHER." Van said, making a face.
Folken sighed. "You just can't appreciate how sexy I am."
"Kami-sama, he's acting like Allen." Van muttered.
"Allen? Who's-" Folken didn't have to finish his sentence, for the blonde they had been conversing about pranced in, throwing his hair haughtily over his shoulder.
"Hey Van! Guess what? I just scored big-time with Miller- Folken?!"
Folken had strutted over to Allen (still in lingerie) and had pressed himself against the Knight. "Grr baby. VERY grr."
Allen grinned. "Yeah, I know." Then he sighed. "But I lost my mojo."
Folken laughed. "But I have it!" He fished into his lingerie and pulled out the small vial of Allen's 'mojo'. (Don't ask me WHERE in his lingerie he had the vial...) Folken handed this to Allen.
"My mojo!!!" Allen eagerly gulped down his mojo.
Folken blinked suddenly and looked around himself. "W-why am I here?" He looked down. "WHY AM I IN LINGERIE??!" He hastily grabbed his cloak and ran off into the forest.
Van stared after the retreating back of his brother. "Kowaii..."
Folken slumped onto his bed in his rooms on the floating fortress, exhausted and scared by the day's events. "Well, at least it's over now..."
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Folken frowned. "Come in."
Dilandau stood in the doorway, wearing a red silk robe and twirling the silk belt. "Hello...Folken..."
"D-Dilandau? What are you-"
"I've come to repay you for your actions this morning, Strategos." Dilandau smirked. "You've been a very bad boy..." He walked over to Folken, swinging his hips and sitting himself down in Folken's lap.
Folken grinned. "Yeah baby, yeah!!"
Author's Notes: Told ya it was sick. It was the pocky!! I swear! I'm not normally this ecchi... Oh yeah, and the title, 'Project Folken', is supposed to be like 'Project Vulcan', which is from the Austin Powers movie. ^_~ Yeah baby!
by Ginga!
Author's Notes: Well, this is the sequel to 'Honey, I shrunk the Dragonslayer'. Hope ya like it! It's a tad...er...'ecchi', but I've been eating a whole bunch of pocky, so I have an excuse. Oh, BTW, in case you don't know, 'kowaii' is japanese for scary, 'cause Van says that at one point in the fic.
Folken walked with his usual sedate pace into the room, remaining unblinking as the huge hologram of Dornkirk appeared on the screen. However, Dornkirk was doing something most strange. It appeared that he had his pinky up to his lip, and a furry white cat in his lap. *I didn't know Dornkirk was a cat person...* Folken thought, awaiting what Dornkirk had to say.
Dornkirk cleared his throat. "Folken, the dragon's shadow blah blah blah blah blah blah blah...etc. Now, I know the one and only solution to this problem. Besides the most obvious, which would be to just blow the the Dragon to Kingdom Come. I want you to steal Allen Schezar's mojo!!!" Dornkirks announcement was followed by a loud bout of maniacal laughter.
Folken stared at his leader. *He's lost it. After two hundred years, he's finally gone senile.* "Pardon, Dornkirk-sama?"
However, Dornkirk was completely oblivious. His laugh would've scared even Dilandau, and that takes a LOT of doing. Shaking his head, Folken left the room. *Steal Allen Schezar's mojo? Well...allright...*
Two nights later, the Dragonslayers returned with the said person's 'mojo'. Dilandau handed it to Folken with a disgusted look on his face. "You have no idea what we had to do to get that, Strategos." He growled, stalking off with his Dragonslayers in tow.
Folken retreated to his rooms, intent on experimenting with this 'mojo' stuff. The mojo was cut apart, examined under a microscope, and tested repeatedly. There were no results indicating what this 'mojo' was, or why in the world Dornkirk wanted to steal it. *Hmm...there's only one thing left to do. Taste-test.* Now, Folken new perfectly well that chugging down laboratory liquids wasn't the smartest thing to do, but it was very early in the morning, and the coffee machine was broken, so our dear Folken was without common sense. He uncorked the vial that held the remnants of the 'mojo' and lifted it to his mouth. He tipped it, and the icky-icky gunk stuff slid down his throat. Immediatly, he felt a sort of shock through his body.
About an hour later, Folken appeared in the cafeteria, where the groggy Dragonslayers were gulping down their breakfast, which looked like Cream of Wheat mixed with cow dung. Dilandau was currently scooping the last chunks of the 'cereal' out of his bowl when he felt a sharp pinch on his posterior. He whirled around to face the culprit. "FOLKEN??! How dare you touch my beautiful-OW! Stop it! OW! Folken! DO NOT pinch me there!! OW!!" Dilandau back-handed the Strategos sharply, trying to get his hand away from the Dragonslayer's leather-clad tushie.
Folken just grinned at Dilandau. "Oooh...fiesty. Grrr baby, very grr." Dilandau slapped Folken again, and received a 'Yeah baby, yeah!'.
Dilandau whimpered, backing away from Folken. "Gatti! Shesta! Guimel! Get him away from me!!!"
The Dragonslayers promptly came to the aid of their leader, grabbing Folken by the arms and dragging him away, ignoring his loud protests.
Folken finally managed to cut the straight jacket the Dragonslayers had foreced onto him into shreds with his metal hand. He grinned and sauntered out the door. *I'll find SOMEONE who can appreciate my sexiness.*
Van was doing a sword routine in the forest when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. He whipped around, his stance ready. Folken stepped out from behind a tree, a seductive smile playing on his face. Van nearly dropped his sword in shock. "B-brother?"
Folken smiled, then suddenly ripped his cape off to reveal black lace lingerie. "Do I make you horny??" He demanded, grinning broadly. "Do I make you randy baby, yeah!"
Van stared. "Make me…what?!"
"You heard me, baby! Randy! Horny!" Folken said enthusiastically.
"If my understanding of that word is correct, no. You're my BROTHER." Van said, making a face.
Folken sighed. "You just can't appreciate how sexy I am."
"Kami-sama, he's acting like Allen." Van muttered.
"Allen? Who's-" Folken didn't have to finish his sentence, for the blonde they had been conversing about pranced in, throwing his hair haughtily over his shoulder.
"Hey Van! Guess what? I just scored big-time with Miller- Folken?!"
Folken had strutted over to Allen (still in lingerie) and had pressed himself against the Knight. "Grr baby. VERY grr."
Allen grinned. "Yeah, I know." Then he sighed. "But I lost my mojo."
Folken laughed. "But I have it!" He fished into his lingerie and pulled out the small vial of Allen's 'mojo'. (Don't ask me WHERE in his lingerie he had the vial...) Folken handed this to Allen.
"My mojo!!!" Allen eagerly gulped down his mojo.
Folken blinked suddenly and looked around himself. "W-why am I here?" He looked down. "WHY AM I IN LINGERIE??!" He hastily grabbed his cloak and ran off into the forest.
Van stared after the retreating back of his brother. "Kowaii..."
Folken slumped onto his bed in his rooms on the floating fortress, exhausted and scared by the day's events. "Well, at least it's over now..."
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Folken frowned. "Come in."
Dilandau stood in the doorway, wearing a red silk robe and twirling the silk belt. "Hello...Folken..."
"D-Dilandau? What are you-"
"I've come to repay you for your actions this morning, Strategos." Dilandau smirked. "You've been a very bad boy..." He walked over to Folken, swinging his hips and sitting himself down in Folken's lap.
Folken grinned. "Yeah baby, yeah!!"
Author's Notes: Told ya it was sick. It was the pocky!! I swear! I'm not normally this ecchi... Oh yeah, and the title, 'Project Folken', is supposed to be like 'Project Vulcan', which is from the Austin Powers movie. ^_~ Yeah baby!