Disclaimer: If I owned Esca, well... That's just a scary thought... It's probably lucky for all you guys I don't...
A/N: MWAHAHAHAHA! MOERO! Nagi-Chan said the last chapter was good so I'll have faith in her nagiish judgement... This will probably be two chapters longer, I might split it up into two fics, but I'm so lazy I probably won't. R&R! Thanks! ^_^
Chapter 3: Santa Claus
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" Guimel squealed jumping up and down in excitement.
"I WAS RIGHT DALET! HA! PAY UP!"
Dalet grudgingly handed over the money he owed Guimel from the bet, grumbling that Dilly had just cost him big.
"I AM THE FIRE FAIRY!" The hyper Dilly screamed, setting everything aflame as he danced around the room, Folken bonking his head on the nearby wall, his eyebrow twitching in frustration.
The scorched Dragonslayers were starting to lose the affect of their earlier drinks and were becoming sober. They noticed Dilly dancing around setting all the decorations on fire and figured, 'Hey what the heck?' And guzzled some spiked eggnog once again becoming drunk.
Just then, the kitties came in.
"Oh look sister! A party! Can we join in?" Naria asked with puppydog eyes, begging Eriya.
"I suppose." Eriya said in disgust. She changed her attitude and purred in pleasure seeing Folkie-Sama who was still bonking his head.
"Lord Folken?" She asked in confusion, noticing a head-shaped dent in the stone.
"What is it?" Folkie asked, continuing to bonk.
"LET'S PAR-TAY!" Naria screamed, grabbing Gatty and beginning to do a sort of drunken dance.
Eriya joined Folkie in his head bonking wondering, 'Why me? Oh why me?'
Folkie stopped for a moment and said.
"At least I'm not the only one who isn't drunk."
"Too much catnip..." Eriya muttered in shame for her family as her sister boogied. Folkie resumed his bonking and Eriya wondered why she was the only sane person on this whole ship.
"When you can't beat em, join em I guess..." She muttered, drinking the alcoholic nog and becoming as insane as her peers.
"COME ON CHESSY! LET'S DANCE!" Eriya said in a drunken stupor as she and Chesta joined the other drunken couples.
Van and Hitomi just sort of sat in silence, not knowing what to think about their kiss. They sat like this for the remainder of the day.
The hours passed and Folkie now had quite a bruise on his head and the wall wasn't in very good shape either. The whole room had singe marks and the Dragonslayers and kitty girls were so tired they could barely move.
A familiar face, literally, was seen in the doorway.
"Folken I see it! I saw you causing yourself brain damage by your contact with that wall and your head!" Dornkirk proclaimed triumphantly.
"IT'S SANTA CLAUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Everyone in the room screamed in excitement, mobbing Dorny.
"NO! NO! STOP IT YOU FOOLS! THIS IS NOT GOOD FOR OUR IDEAL FUTURE!" Dorny protested in his always-depressing voice.
"WHO GIVES A DAMN?" Dilly asked, as the Dragonslayers tied him to a broken chair which would have collapsed under most people's weight but considering that basically all Dorny was was some bones and a beard, it somehow held him up.
Dilly hopped up on his bony lap and the chair broke beneath them, sending them both falling on the floor.
"HELP! FOLKEN! HELP! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO RESPECT YOUR ELDERS YOU LITTLE FREAKS!" The sprawling Emperor screamed for hope of assistance.
"Sorry Dorny, I'm busy!" Folken replied. He was going for the record. 1,000,000 bonks, so far he was at 395,728, he had a loooooooooooong way to go.
"Look Santa! I've been a GOOD little Pyro this year, so I expect a lot of loot!"
"For starters, I'd like a new flame-thrower, and I'd like a paint job for my Alseides and my Oreades... I want Fanelia burned to the ground, and Freid and Asturia while you're at it... And I'd like some tiara polish, not to mention a year's supply of matches; us pyros can never have enough of those you know... And I'd like a new sword, Van's head on a platter, and hmm... What else?" He looked to his Dragonslayers for suggestions.
"OOH! OOH! OOH! PICK ME DILLY! PICK ME!" Viole squealed, knocking the slayers around him over.
"NO WAY! COME ON DILLY! WE ALL KNOW THAT I'M SMARTER!" Gatty screamed at the top of his lungs at his commander.
"HEY! DON'T YOU WANT A GIRL'S OPINION ON THIS?!" Refina protested, smacking the boys on either side with her ponytail.
"Shut up you morons..." Dilly muttered.
He closed his eyes and pointed.
Chesta squeaked.
"Why me?" He muttered.
"BECAUSE!" Dilly screamed in frustration as the other slayers pouted.
"Because why?"
"BECAUSE!"
"Because why?"
This continued for quite a while, the Dorny beginning to drool as he snored, when they decided it was 'Just because.'
"How about a nice sweater?" Chesta suggested.
"WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU, YA DUMB BLONDE?!" Dilly fumed in rage; even drunk he knew he didn't want a sweater.
"It gets so chilly." Chesta murmured.
"UGH! SCREW THE WHOLE 'SUGGESTION' THING!" He decided as Chesta was shoved back into the crowd.
"Oh, I'd like some wine... Red whine, man I love that color... And I'd like Allen to become bald while he's flirting with some girls." Dilly decided.
"Why don't you just wish for all of Gaea?" Dorny muttered.
"Heck, that's not a bad idea! Maybe you should be one of my Dragonslayers!" Dilly commented.
"I'M YOUR SUPERIOR FOOL! I CAN'T BE AT YOUR COMMAND!" Dorny screamed at him.
"Touch-y!" Dilly defended himself.
"I guess that wraps it up. But if I think of anything else, I'll let you know." Dilly hopped off his lap landing beside him.
"Shall all this be giftwrapped, or should I send it to you via UPS?" Dorny asked sarcastically.
"HEY! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO SHOW UP IN A SLED YOU IDIOT! DON'T YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR OWN JOB?"
"I'M NOT SANTA!" Dorny protested.
"Sure you are. You have the beard, although I do admit that you aren't a chubby old man who's always jolly." Dilly commented.
"Never would have known." Dorny muttered.
The Dragonslayers clamored to get on Dorny's lap but Dorny started cussing profusely, and the Dragonslayers decided that Santa was a big fake. Dorny decided to share with the slayers the truth about Santa and took out his book from Earth about the whole thing.
"Now this is a reindeer..." He began pointing at a picture.
Refina raised her hand.
"What's a Rudolph?"
"Idiot. Haven't you ever seen a reindeer before?"
"No, what's a reindeer?" She asked in puzzlement.
"HAVEN'T YOU HEARD THE SONG?" Dornkirk exclaimed.
"No sir." She replied in confusion.
"RUDOLPH THE RED NOSED REINDEER, HAD A VERY SHINY NOSE!
AND IF YOU EVER SAW IT! SAW IT! YOU WOULD EVEN SAY IT GLOWED!
ALL OF THE OTHER REINDEER! REINDEER!" Dorny was really into it now, making hand gestures and dancing on the table.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Dilly asked.
"Oh come on Dilly, this looks like fun!" Naria said, jumping up on the table and starting to dance.
"God damn it, I'm surrounded." Dilly said as Dorny used his fingers as reindeer antlers.
"How am I supposed to respect THAT?" He waved towards Dornkirk.
"How am I supposed to command THAT?" Folkie asked looking at him and the Dragonslayers, although he was dizzy after 563,917 bonks.
"Now you know how I feel." Dilly replied, looking at the slayers crowding around Dorny and Naria.
To be Continued
A/N: If I don't add more tomorrow, it will be Monday, so be patient, probably 1-2 more chaps to go! Hope you liked! Review! Arigatou! Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~
A/N: MWAHAHAHAHA! MOERO! Nagi-Chan said the last chapter was good so I'll have faith in her nagiish judgement... This will probably be two chapters longer, I might split it up into two fics, but I'm so lazy I probably won't. R&R! Thanks! ^_^
Chapter 3: Santa Claus
"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!" Guimel squealed jumping up and down in excitement.
"I WAS RIGHT DALET! HA! PAY UP!"
Dalet grudgingly handed over the money he owed Guimel from the bet, grumbling that Dilly had just cost him big.
"I AM THE FIRE FAIRY!" The hyper Dilly screamed, setting everything aflame as he danced around the room, Folken bonking his head on the nearby wall, his eyebrow twitching in frustration.
The scorched Dragonslayers were starting to lose the affect of their earlier drinks and were becoming sober. They noticed Dilly dancing around setting all the decorations on fire and figured, 'Hey what the heck?' And guzzled some spiked eggnog once again becoming drunk.
Just then, the kitties came in.
"Oh look sister! A party! Can we join in?" Naria asked with puppydog eyes, begging Eriya.
"I suppose." Eriya said in disgust. She changed her attitude and purred in pleasure seeing Folkie-Sama who was still bonking his head.
"Lord Folken?" She asked in confusion, noticing a head-shaped dent in the stone.
"What is it?" Folkie asked, continuing to bonk.
"LET'S PAR-TAY!" Naria screamed, grabbing Gatty and beginning to do a sort of drunken dance.
Eriya joined Folkie in his head bonking wondering, 'Why me? Oh why me?'
Folkie stopped for a moment and said.
"At least I'm not the only one who isn't drunk."
"Too much catnip..." Eriya muttered in shame for her family as her sister boogied. Folkie resumed his bonking and Eriya wondered why she was the only sane person on this whole ship.
"When you can't beat em, join em I guess..." She muttered, drinking the alcoholic nog and becoming as insane as her peers.
"COME ON CHESSY! LET'S DANCE!" Eriya said in a drunken stupor as she and Chesta joined the other drunken couples.
Van and Hitomi just sort of sat in silence, not knowing what to think about their kiss. They sat like this for the remainder of the day.
The hours passed and Folkie now had quite a bruise on his head and the wall wasn't in very good shape either. The whole room had singe marks and the Dragonslayers and kitty girls were so tired they could barely move.
A familiar face, literally, was seen in the doorway.
"Folken I see it! I saw you causing yourself brain damage by your contact with that wall and your head!" Dornkirk proclaimed triumphantly.
"IT'S SANTA CLAUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Everyone in the room screamed in excitement, mobbing Dorny.
"NO! NO! STOP IT YOU FOOLS! THIS IS NOT GOOD FOR OUR IDEAL FUTURE!" Dorny protested in his always-depressing voice.
"WHO GIVES A DAMN?" Dilly asked, as the Dragonslayers tied him to a broken chair which would have collapsed under most people's weight but considering that basically all Dorny was was some bones and a beard, it somehow held him up.
Dilly hopped up on his bony lap and the chair broke beneath them, sending them both falling on the floor.
"HELP! FOLKEN! HELP! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO RESPECT YOUR ELDERS YOU LITTLE FREAKS!" The sprawling Emperor screamed for hope of assistance.
"Sorry Dorny, I'm busy!" Folken replied. He was going for the record. 1,000,000 bonks, so far he was at 395,728, he had a loooooooooooong way to go.
"Look Santa! I've been a GOOD little Pyro this year, so I expect a lot of loot!"
"For starters, I'd like a new flame-thrower, and I'd like a paint job for my Alseides and my Oreades... I want Fanelia burned to the ground, and Freid and Asturia while you're at it... And I'd like some tiara polish, not to mention a year's supply of matches; us pyros can never have enough of those you know... And I'd like a new sword, Van's head on a platter, and hmm... What else?" He looked to his Dragonslayers for suggestions.
"OOH! OOH! OOH! PICK ME DILLY! PICK ME!" Viole squealed, knocking the slayers around him over.
"NO WAY! COME ON DILLY! WE ALL KNOW THAT I'M SMARTER!" Gatty screamed at the top of his lungs at his commander.
"HEY! DON'T YOU WANT A GIRL'S OPINION ON THIS?!" Refina protested, smacking the boys on either side with her ponytail.
"Shut up you morons..." Dilly muttered.
He closed his eyes and pointed.
Chesta squeaked.
"Why me?" He muttered.
"BECAUSE!" Dilly screamed in frustration as the other slayers pouted.
"Because why?"
"BECAUSE!"
"Because why?"
This continued for quite a while, the Dorny beginning to drool as he snored, when they decided it was 'Just because.'
"How about a nice sweater?" Chesta suggested.
"WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU, YA DUMB BLONDE?!" Dilly fumed in rage; even drunk he knew he didn't want a sweater.
"It gets so chilly." Chesta murmured.
"UGH! SCREW THE WHOLE 'SUGGESTION' THING!" He decided as Chesta was shoved back into the crowd.
"Oh, I'd like some wine... Red whine, man I love that color... And I'd like Allen to become bald while he's flirting with some girls." Dilly decided.
"Why don't you just wish for all of Gaea?" Dorny muttered.
"Heck, that's not a bad idea! Maybe you should be one of my Dragonslayers!" Dilly commented.
"I'M YOUR SUPERIOR FOOL! I CAN'T BE AT YOUR COMMAND!" Dorny screamed at him.
"Touch-y!" Dilly defended himself.
"I guess that wraps it up. But if I think of anything else, I'll let you know." Dilly hopped off his lap landing beside him.
"Shall all this be giftwrapped, or should I send it to you via UPS?" Dorny asked sarcastically.
"HEY! THIS IS SUPPOSED TO SHOW UP IN A SLED YOU IDIOT! DON'T YOU EVEN KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR OWN JOB?"
"I'M NOT SANTA!" Dorny protested.
"Sure you are. You have the beard, although I do admit that you aren't a chubby old man who's always jolly." Dilly commented.
"Never would have known." Dorny muttered.
The Dragonslayers clamored to get on Dorny's lap but Dorny started cussing profusely, and the Dragonslayers decided that Santa was a big fake. Dorny decided to share with the slayers the truth about Santa and took out his book from Earth about the whole thing.
"Now this is a reindeer..." He began pointing at a picture.
Refina raised her hand.
"What's a Rudolph?"
"Idiot. Haven't you ever seen a reindeer before?"
"No, what's a reindeer?" She asked in puzzlement.
"HAVEN'T YOU HEARD THE SONG?" Dornkirk exclaimed.
"No sir." She replied in confusion.
"RUDOLPH THE RED NOSED REINDEER, HAD A VERY SHINY NOSE!
AND IF YOU EVER SAW IT! SAW IT! YOU WOULD EVEN SAY IT GLOWED!
ALL OF THE OTHER REINDEER! REINDEER!" Dorny was really into it now, making hand gestures and dancing on the table.
"What the hell's wrong with you?" Dilly asked.
"Oh come on Dilly, this looks like fun!" Naria said, jumping up on the table and starting to dance.
"God damn it, I'm surrounded." Dilly said as Dorny used his fingers as reindeer antlers.
"How am I supposed to respect THAT?" He waved towards Dornkirk.
"How am I supposed to command THAT?" Folkie asked looking at him and the Dragonslayers, although he was dizzy after 563,917 bonks.
"Now you know how I feel." Dilly replied, looking at the slayers crowding around Dorny and Naria.
To be Continued
A/N: If I don't add more tomorrow, it will be Monday, so be patient, probably 1-2 more chaps to go! Hope you liked! Review! Arigatou! Ja ne! ^_^
~Trunks Gal~