Disclaimer: If I owned Esca... Oh what an "interesting" series it would be... but I don't... * sigh *
A/N: We mourn the loss, of poor Mr. Snuggles, he was taken from us at such a young age, by Dilly's flame-thrower... How sad... Well, back to the fic... This chapter is dedicated to the memory of Mr. Snuggles...
Chapter 3: Blink, Blink...
Folkie blinked sadly, mourning the loss of his best friend... 'Oh Mr. Snuggles, I bearly knew ye...' He sighed noticing that he had misspelled barely, but oh well, he decided that bears were on his brains today... He twitched his eyebrow angrily at Migel. 'I will avenge, you, Mr. Snuggles...' He thought to himself.
Chesta came up to him and handed him a brightly wrapped package with pink unicorn wrapping paper.
'It figures...' Folkie said in disgust, pink being his absolute LEAST favorite color. He tore off the pink wrapping paper with his teeth. (A/N: What alternative did he have?) He was utterly confused by this particular gift. Inside the red tissue paper was a pair of black boxers with little flames embroidered on them. He batted his eye, in confusion and Chesta turned as red as the tissue paper.
"Well... umm... oops... That's Lord Dilandau's gift..." Chesta said as he quickly ran away, clutching the boxers. Dilandau brought his head to his forehead, in a groan of frustration. Folkie would have liked to do the same, but of course, he was still tied to the stupid chair, so he bonked his head on the hard oak table over and over. Van and Hitomi were quite mixed up and unclear of what was going on by now, so they just stared in complete misunderstanding.
Gatty decided that this was the time for his gift to be presented. He handed Folken a dictionary, unwrapped, just a plain old dictionary.
"Thanks." Folken said, as he gazed at the book longingly, wishing he wasn't bound to this chair so he could read the darn thing from cover to cover... Gatty seemed to know that he had finally gotten Lord Folkie the right gift and took his place at the table again.
Several hours, and several head bonks later, Folkie had quite an "assortment" of gifts: From catgirl dolls to oil for his arm joints. It had been quite a few hours and Folkie was falling asleep in his chair, Van and Hitomi had fallen asleep long ago. Dilly had given him a lighter for some reason, only Dilly's little twisted diabolical mind knew the answer to that one.
Dalet squealed in excitement.
"Time for 'Pin the feather on the Draconian!" He screamed jumping up and down.
Folkie groaned, as if on cue as a Dragonslayer blindfolded Dilly. This was a traditional Gaean party game that the "simple" folk enjoyed playing. Dilly was spun around in circles, somehow his flame-thrower had been turned on and he singed all those around him.
"Moero!" He screamed excitedly. He had drunk quite a lot of wine in honor of the festivities (not much, more than he usually drank on a day-to-day basis) and he felt quite odd.
He kept spinning around and around even after the Dragonslayers had stopped him. 'I feel woozy...' He thought in a drunken stupor. As he wandered blindly about the room, a Dragonslayer shoved a feather into his hand that he was supposed to pin on the poster of Van, that was covered with tomatoes that had been thrown on it and Van had quite a few mustaches and such drawn all over him. He wildly ran about the room, dead cold. He ran over to the snoring Folkie and pinned the feather on his back where he thought the poster was. Folkie screamed in surprise and anguish as he ran about the room. (A/N: Might I add that the feather had been lit on fire as well. A touch of Dilly I suppose...) Folkie's cape soon caught on fire as he ran screaming around the room.
"Ooh! Fire!" Dilly whispered in excitement, licking his lips clutching his flame-thrower. He seemed to have no idea what was going on. Folkie found a barrel full of water, (A/N: Wonder how that got there?) and jumped in, splashing water all over everything. The Dragonslayers muttered in distaste, complaining that their uniforms would shrink. Suddenly, when Folkie tried to move, he couldn't, his arm joints were rusted, he couldn't use his arm to help his get out of the barrel. He made a gurgling sound, waiting for somebody to help him out...
"WATER!" Dilly cried out in alarm, moving himself as far away as possible from the H20...
To be Continued
A/N: I know that was short, last chapter coming up tomorrow... * Cackles evilly as she walks away *
R&R! Thanks and Goodnight! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~
A/N: We mourn the loss, of poor Mr. Snuggles, he was taken from us at such a young age, by Dilly's flame-thrower... How sad... Well, back to the fic... This chapter is dedicated to the memory of Mr. Snuggles...
Chapter 3: Blink, Blink...
Folkie blinked sadly, mourning the loss of his best friend... 'Oh Mr. Snuggles, I bearly knew ye...' He sighed noticing that he had misspelled barely, but oh well, he decided that bears were on his brains today... He twitched his eyebrow angrily at Migel. 'I will avenge, you, Mr. Snuggles...' He thought to himself.
Chesta came up to him and handed him a brightly wrapped package with pink unicorn wrapping paper.
'It figures...' Folkie said in disgust, pink being his absolute LEAST favorite color. He tore off the pink wrapping paper with his teeth. (A/N: What alternative did he have?) He was utterly confused by this particular gift. Inside the red tissue paper was a pair of black boxers with little flames embroidered on them. He batted his eye, in confusion and Chesta turned as red as the tissue paper.
"Well... umm... oops... That's Lord Dilandau's gift..." Chesta said as he quickly ran away, clutching the boxers. Dilandau brought his head to his forehead, in a groan of frustration. Folkie would have liked to do the same, but of course, he was still tied to the stupid chair, so he bonked his head on the hard oak table over and over. Van and Hitomi were quite mixed up and unclear of what was going on by now, so they just stared in complete misunderstanding.
Gatty decided that this was the time for his gift to be presented. He handed Folken a dictionary, unwrapped, just a plain old dictionary.
"Thanks." Folken said, as he gazed at the book longingly, wishing he wasn't bound to this chair so he could read the darn thing from cover to cover... Gatty seemed to know that he had finally gotten Lord Folkie the right gift and took his place at the table again.
Several hours, and several head bonks later, Folkie had quite an "assortment" of gifts: From catgirl dolls to oil for his arm joints. It had been quite a few hours and Folkie was falling asleep in his chair, Van and Hitomi had fallen asleep long ago. Dilly had given him a lighter for some reason, only Dilly's little twisted diabolical mind knew the answer to that one.
Dalet squealed in excitement.
"Time for 'Pin the feather on the Draconian!" He screamed jumping up and down.
Folkie groaned, as if on cue as a Dragonslayer blindfolded Dilly. This was a traditional Gaean party game that the "simple" folk enjoyed playing. Dilly was spun around in circles, somehow his flame-thrower had been turned on and he singed all those around him.
"Moero!" He screamed excitedly. He had drunk quite a lot of wine in honor of the festivities (not much, more than he usually drank on a day-to-day basis) and he felt quite odd.
He kept spinning around and around even after the Dragonslayers had stopped him. 'I feel woozy...' He thought in a drunken stupor. As he wandered blindly about the room, a Dragonslayer shoved a feather into his hand that he was supposed to pin on the poster of Van, that was covered with tomatoes that had been thrown on it and Van had quite a few mustaches and such drawn all over him. He wildly ran about the room, dead cold. He ran over to the snoring Folkie and pinned the feather on his back where he thought the poster was. Folkie screamed in surprise and anguish as he ran about the room. (A/N: Might I add that the feather had been lit on fire as well. A touch of Dilly I suppose...) Folkie's cape soon caught on fire as he ran screaming around the room.
"Ooh! Fire!" Dilly whispered in excitement, licking his lips clutching his flame-thrower. He seemed to have no idea what was going on. Folkie found a barrel full of water, (A/N: Wonder how that got there?) and jumped in, splashing water all over everything. The Dragonslayers muttered in distaste, complaining that their uniforms would shrink. Suddenly, when Folkie tried to move, he couldn't, his arm joints were rusted, he couldn't use his arm to help his get out of the barrel. He made a gurgling sound, waiting for somebody to help him out...
"WATER!" Dilly cried out in alarm, moving himself as far away as possible from the H20...
To be Continued
A/N: I know that was short, last chapter coming up tomorrow... * Cackles evilly as she walks away *
R&R! Thanks and Goodnight! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~