Ranka stalked back to the cabin she was staying at, huffing indignantly every so often in indignation. She stalked through the door, and caught Kei kneeling in a corner with his back to her.
"What ARE you doing? You aren't using my bikini wax, are you?"
Kei half spun toward her in fright at the sound of her voice, and shrunk guiltily back.
"Uh.....nothin'." He clutched something to his chest, which made a small tupperware burp at his affection.
"What is that?"
"Hey, what's YOUR problem?" He bared his teeth at her, something pink and creamy dripping down to his chin.
"Uh...you got something kind of dirty lodged in your labret." Ranka said, pointing.
"AIIIEE!" Kei screeched like a ten-year old girl and leapt across the room in his shame, landing on his chest and skidding, leaving a reddish creamy smear in his wake.
"Ow....I think I gots splinters in me teats."
"WHAT?!?" Ranka stalked over to him. "I went and visited Miyu and she IS dead, if you care at all. What IS that?"
Kei sat up, something small dropping out of his nose to land at her feet. "Hey, baby, I'm ALLL man in here!" With that he smiled again at Ranka, his teeth smeared with the creamy mixture.
Ranka leaned down and poked a bit of the pink stuff with her finger and, praying she wasn't making the biggest mistake since Kei took his pants off, licked her finger. Her eyes popped open.
"Raspberry pudding. What were you doing with raspberry pudding?"
Kei grinned guiltily and zipped his pants up.
"AAAAAAAAAIIIEEEE!" Ranka screamed and spit enthusiastically on Kei, scraping off her tongue with her finger, until she realized that is was the finger she had used to pick the stuff up, vomiting and flailing her arm about, the other clutching her throat. She began to run around the room, banging into things, until she rebounded off a wall and lay panting, only moving to reach her arm out to grab a doll and hurl it at Kei.
"What is your PROBLEM?"
"Well, maybe if you gave this boy some loving affection instead of teasing him....But no, I had a burn on my knees from the boy trying to run from me and falling on his knees, and needed something to soothe it."
Ranka sat up. "Oh! It's YOU, Raaweeaean. I saw the woman who sapped your sanity."
"Aw dang"
Just then the woman herself flailed into the room...
The Western Shinma stood gathered around the exit to the gate, staring around them in wonder.
"THIS is the realm we have to defeat? Pfff" Night Gia made a dismissive sound and flicked his sword disdainfully, slicing off one of Carlua's cheeks.
"This is EASY!" yelled Cait Sith, making a completely random clutching gesture.
"Blue light special, aisle 5 on dented cat food. Blue light special..."
Everyone looked around as a haunting call filtered out from somewhere above them.
"Why yes it is, thanks to our new customer-friendly atmosphere!" the passing K-mart assistant smiled at them cheerfully. Amy burnt her to a crisp.
"Come! Let us find the guardian so we can kill her." Pazusu started to walk to the door he saw.
"Why do we gotta do that? Why even look if we're just gonna kill her anyway?"
Pazusu reached into a nearby bin and threw a rubber ball at Spartoi's head, making a dent and a cool noise.
"Aww..." Carlua bent over it and cooed gently, making Lemunia twitch, as his hands were still on her breasts.
With a roar of indescribable frustration, Pazusu yanked them all out the door, Spartoi from where he had begun to play with his ball, Lemunia doing the same (WHAT?! Not dirty at ALL!) Carlua still bent over oblivious to Lemunia still attached to her and enjoying himself greatly, and Cait Sith from where he was headed over to aisle 5.
Pazusu stalked through the brightly sunlit parking lot amidst the noise of passing cars, and transported them to the gate where Miyu lay, arriving at last.
Himiko tripped over one of her breasts and fell flat on her face.
"Whoa. THAT'S something I never thought I'd see." Raaweeaean nodded Kei's head in appreciation. "I'm going to treasure that."
"Speak of the devil..." Ranka sighed and cast her eyes to the ceiling, where they bounced off and landed in her palm.
"I want some ham."
"Shut up, Raaweeaean. What are we going to do with her?"
Raaweeaean shrugged Kei's shoulders.
"I should have known. What are we going to do with you?" This she addressed to Himiko, who was beginning to get good at the whole unconscious thing, having had a lot of practice, and had recovered rather quickly.
"I dunno." Himiko scratched an eye and looked up blearily. "I followed that little Henry girl here, an-" She spied Kei, and her eyes dilated. "OH MY THIGHS!"
Kei stared at her blankly. He then bent over and picked up a small 'do not disturb' sign, shoving it back in his nose.
There was a theory around the time the whole creationism vs. evolution argument was going on, fairly early in America's history. The idea of God creating the universe was compared to a watchmaker. If you were to find a watch in the middle of a road, you'd know the watch was there, knew it couldn't have possibly formed on it's own, but you couldn't find the watchmaker. Some have also used the excuse that, under the idea of evolution, if you left cogs, gears, and metal on a stump long enough, they'd somehow jump together and form a watch. This was used to show the impossibility of the universe forming on it's own. However, this process can be compared to what happened next with Himiko.
Events crashed together in her mind, rolling over one another and, like the hypothetical gears in the watchmaker's theory, came together in a way that, totally impossibly and inexplicably, made sense. The facts themselves weren't inexplicable, just that the cogs and gears of Himiko's experiences had, against all the rules of nature, jumped together and made a perfectly formed watch.
She pointed a finger at Raaweeaean. "YOU'RE the little girl! But you're not! You're THAT VAMPIRE infecting her body! And now you've infected my LOVE-SACK GODDESS KEI!"
She slumped over, tired from the extreme effort of thinking. After all, though she had somehow formed a watch, she had no idea how to wind it.
"Bravo, Himiko."
"Wassat mean?"
Ranka sighed and then slumped over, defeated.
Larva floated among the stunted trees in Miyu's realm, peering in knotholes for where he had stashed his stolen pencils, now that Miyu seemed to be occupied. He spent the next six hours thus occupied, since there were a lot of trees.
Ranka spent the next six hours slowly being deflated by the unflappable stupidity of everything that came out of Himiko's mouth, including the droplets of spit which she was unknowingly using to keep Raaweeaean at bay, since his poor mind had recovered enough to be filled with an absolute desire to rend her permanently dead.
"What ARE you doing? You aren't using my bikini wax, are you?"
Kei half spun toward her in fright at the sound of her voice, and shrunk guiltily back.
"Uh.....nothin'." He clutched something to his chest, which made a small tupperware burp at his affection.
"What is that?"
"Hey, what's YOUR problem?" He bared his teeth at her, something pink and creamy dripping down to his chin.
"Uh...you got something kind of dirty lodged in your labret." Ranka said, pointing.
"AIIIEE!" Kei screeched like a ten-year old girl and leapt across the room in his shame, landing on his chest and skidding, leaving a reddish creamy smear in his wake.
"Ow....I think I gots splinters in me teats."
"WHAT?!?" Ranka stalked over to him. "I went and visited Miyu and she IS dead, if you care at all. What IS that?"
Kei sat up, something small dropping out of his nose to land at her feet. "Hey, baby, I'm ALLL man in here!" With that he smiled again at Ranka, his teeth smeared with the creamy mixture.
Ranka leaned down and poked a bit of the pink stuff with her finger and, praying she wasn't making the biggest mistake since Kei took his pants off, licked her finger. Her eyes popped open.
"Raspberry pudding. What were you doing with raspberry pudding?"
Kei grinned guiltily and zipped his pants up.
"AAAAAAAAAIIIEEEE!" Ranka screamed and spit enthusiastically on Kei, scraping off her tongue with her finger, until she realized that is was the finger she had used to pick the stuff up, vomiting and flailing her arm about, the other clutching her throat. She began to run around the room, banging into things, until she rebounded off a wall and lay panting, only moving to reach her arm out to grab a doll and hurl it at Kei.
"What is your PROBLEM?"
"Well, maybe if you gave this boy some loving affection instead of teasing him....But no, I had a burn on my knees from the boy trying to run from me and falling on his knees, and needed something to soothe it."
Ranka sat up. "Oh! It's YOU, Raaweeaean. I saw the woman who sapped your sanity."
"Aw dang"
Just then the woman herself flailed into the room...
The Western Shinma stood gathered around the exit to the gate, staring around them in wonder.
"THIS is the realm we have to defeat? Pfff" Night Gia made a dismissive sound and flicked his sword disdainfully, slicing off one of Carlua's cheeks.
"This is EASY!" yelled Cait Sith, making a completely random clutching gesture.
"Blue light special, aisle 5 on dented cat food. Blue light special..."
Everyone looked around as a haunting call filtered out from somewhere above them.
"Why yes it is, thanks to our new customer-friendly atmosphere!" the passing K-mart assistant smiled at them cheerfully. Amy burnt her to a crisp.
"Come! Let us find the guardian so we can kill her." Pazusu started to walk to the door he saw.
"Why do we gotta do that? Why even look if we're just gonna kill her anyway?"
Pazusu reached into a nearby bin and threw a rubber ball at Spartoi's head, making a dent and a cool noise.
"Aww..." Carlua bent over it and cooed gently, making Lemunia twitch, as his hands were still on her breasts.
With a roar of indescribable frustration, Pazusu yanked them all out the door, Spartoi from where he had begun to play with his ball, Lemunia doing the same (WHAT?! Not dirty at ALL!) Carlua still bent over oblivious to Lemunia still attached to her and enjoying himself greatly, and Cait Sith from where he was headed over to aisle 5.
Pazusu stalked through the brightly sunlit parking lot amidst the noise of passing cars, and transported them to the gate where Miyu lay, arriving at last.
Himiko tripped over one of her breasts and fell flat on her face.
"Whoa. THAT'S something I never thought I'd see." Raaweeaean nodded Kei's head in appreciation. "I'm going to treasure that."
"Speak of the devil..." Ranka sighed and cast her eyes to the ceiling, where they bounced off and landed in her palm.
"I want some ham."
"Shut up, Raaweeaean. What are we going to do with her?"
Raaweeaean shrugged Kei's shoulders.
"I should have known. What are we going to do with you?" This she addressed to Himiko, who was beginning to get good at the whole unconscious thing, having had a lot of practice, and had recovered rather quickly.
"I dunno." Himiko scratched an eye and looked up blearily. "I followed that little Henry girl here, an-" She spied Kei, and her eyes dilated. "OH MY THIGHS!"
Kei stared at her blankly. He then bent over and picked up a small 'do not disturb' sign, shoving it back in his nose.
There was a theory around the time the whole creationism vs. evolution argument was going on, fairly early in America's history. The idea of God creating the universe was compared to a watchmaker. If you were to find a watch in the middle of a road, you'd know the watch was there, knew it couldn't have possibly formed on it's own, but you couldn't find the watchmaker. Some have also used the excuse that, under the idea of evolution, if you left cogs, gears, and metal on a stump long enough, they'd somehow jump together and form a watch. This was used to show the impossibility of the universe forming on it's own. However, this process can be compared to what happened next with Himiko.
Events crashed together in her mind, rolling over one another and, like the hypothetical gears in the watchmaker's theory, came together in a way that, totally impossibly and inexplicably, made sense. The facts themselves weren't inexplicable, just that the cogs and gears of Himiko's experiences had, against all the rules of nature, jumped together and made a perfectly formed watch.
She pointed a finger at Raaweeaean. "YOU'RE the little girl! But you're not! You're THAT VAMPIRE infecting her body! And now you've infected my LOVE-SACK GODDESS KEI!"
She slumped over, tired from the extreme effort of thinking. After all, though she had somehow formed a watch, she had no idea how to wind it.
"Bravo, Himiko."
"Wassat mean?"
Ranka sighed and then slumped over, defeated.
Larva floated among the stunted trees in Miyu's realm, peering in knotholes for where he had stashed his stolen pencils, now that Miyu seemed to be occupied. He spent the next six hours thus occupied, since there were a lot of trees.
Ranka spent the next six hours slowly being deflated by the unflappable stupidity of everything that came out of Himiko's mouth, including the droplets of spit which she was unknowingly using to keep Raaweeaean at bay, since his poor mind had recovered enough to be filled with an absolute desire to rend her permanently dead.