Author: The Wanlorn
Title: Abbalah.
Summary: A continuation of my Nire ficlets.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Distribution: Ummm…No one would want this, but if you do, ask first.
Disclaimer: Jander is a product of WotC. The Aballah Deb is a real person, but don't tell her I'm using her. The events of this are an ongoing argument between me and her (I think - too many people with 'D' names on the list).
Aballah
The turbulent wind buffeted the martinet as she struggled to move against them. "I abhor this harsh weather," she grumbled. "Why is this problem extant? I must obviate the next issue before it comes up to the forefront."
Nire glanced up from where she was snuggling with Jander. The two renegades had found shelter in a commodious cavern. They were both extremely somber, due to the squalid conditions of every inch of the voluminous floor. She was tired, having spent the past hour talking vociferously and animatedly about her favorite character in the movie she just saw.
She was barely able to discern the figure coming out of the pouring rain. The chaos outside - the raining and thundering and lightening - was giving her a headache. The only thing worse than rain, in her opinion, was if she were interred alive.
She suddenly shrieked, startling Jander out of his doze. She pointed at the figure with a wavering finger. "Its'… It's… It's the Aballah Deb!"
Jander looked slightly confused. "Is she the one with the corrosive wit who tried to implicate you in that scandal?"
Aballah Deb, the Crimson Queen, stood before them with her hands on her hips. "Nire! This reprehensible behavior must stop! You know the rules!"
"Um…" Nire said. "Technically, you were breaking them, too."
"I am the list cofounder! I have not waived my right to change the rules in my favor, which I just did! Admit that you are wrong."
"But I'm not!"
"Let me amend that statement. Give him up, or else!"
"No!" Nire cried. "Aragorn is my hott, brooding, angsty, surly hero!"
*Fin*