Spot: whew! Wasn't that the best cliffhanger ever? Huh? Huh? See the cliffhanger? Huh? Huh?
Nuku: GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!
Dorn: YA n00b!
Spot: oh, er...right. Hehe....
On to...
CHAPTER 4: The Plot Thickens Like Yo Momma's Stew
Chizu gasped out a startled, strangled exclamation at the sight of Allen's silky, yellow rear waving about like a banner in the wind. Her face burned to a red-crimson as she froze in the doorway, croaking out her astonishment in the language of the frogs.
Allen, hearing an unusual sound, glanced around his lower half in the direction of the doorway.
And dropped the shirt in his hands.
Chizu clapped both hands over her mouth, strange gagging, gurgling noises escaping revealingly between her fingers. Allen stood so abruptly he nearly lost his balance, waved his arms wildly to regains his balance, and held his hands in front of himself as if attempting to hid his flamboyant unmentionables behind them.
Snorts of laughter wheezed their way through the girl's hands as her face swelled and reddened like an infected tomato. Allen glared at her indignantly, angling his shoulders determinedly.
"And just what, may I ask, is so funny?" He demanded, hobbling awkwardly over to where his pants cringed on the floor. Chizu expelled a bout of riotous mirth as the knight struggled to pull his pants on and yet retain his modesty.
He finally managed to succeed in his pants-regaining quest, and stood glaring down at the helpless girl with his hands placed firmly and effeminately on his hips. Chizu, arms wrapped about herself as if to avoid falling to pieces on the cold stone floor, was rolling on the ground, tormented by tremendous sobs of laughter.
Allen glared at her with a look of the utmost displeasure, refusing to cow to his shame. He flicked a strand of golden hair out of his face and turned his nose into the air primly.
"Stop laughing!"he grumbled at her as she slowly pulled herself back together. She giggled at him, and halted the bubbling hiccoughs of laughter with a fist, which she placed firmly between her upper and lower teeth.What are you doing, barging into people's rooms like that, anyway?" Allen arched an eyebrow in a most seductive manner.
"And in your night-clothes, no less," he remarked off-handishly.
Chizu bothered to recall her current garb, courtesy of the castle inmates; a men's tunic whose hem fell just above her knees, slathered in tacky purple-and-yellow pinstripes and little red duckies, with revealing slits up the sides. The sleeves, being a bit long for her, bunched about her wrists and the v-neck collar fell down to a revealing level over the round curves of her chest. She glowered up at Allen from under a curtain of hair, catching his gaze fixated on those very protrusions.
"For your information," she icily explained, crossing her arms protectively over the area of concern, "I came to tell you that we're under attack and one of the men told me to come to you. He said you'd know what to do."
Allen gaped at her, then dashed to his window. After a moment of careful and ponderous consideration, he walked deliberately back towards her.
"You see?" Chizu inquired anxiously.
"Indeed."
"Do you know what to do?"
"Yup."
"Well...?"
"'Well' what?" Allen scratched at an imaginary beard thoughtfully.
"Well, DO IT!"
Allen jumped nervously when his guest shouted at him, and gave her a blank look, his tone indicating that the solution was supposedly obvious and therefor his companions must be either blind of incredibly dense not to have known it..
"Well, we have to go to the cave..."
"Yes?"
"Right. Follow me then," he said, suddenly confident in his knowledge. He hustled straight through a door behind him and slammed it shut. An explosion of noises and cursing filled th next few seconds before the gallant knight reemerged, a mop head crooked on his head and a bucket encasing his left foot. His pants had somehow vanished in he abysmal closet, and Chizu prepared to question the whereabouts of his trousers but Allen cut her off by dashing past her and out the main door, leaving the bucket and mop behind.
Chizu sprang to her feet and followed, matching every one of his long strides with two of her own.
"Hey! Wait up, boxer-boy! Who's attacking us?"
"Meh. Probably Dornkirk's henchmen," he replied with a nonchalant shrug.
"This, uh, happen often?" Sleepy-eyed guards staggering about, half-dressed, yodeling for breakfast and what-not, narrowly avoiding the unswerving Allen. Those unlucky individuals who happened to meander too close to the swordsman's path were reprimanded with a swift depantsing. Chizu kept her eyes studiously on her host's feet.
"Only about once every other episode. It's pretty standard," answered the gallant knight.
Chizu raced to catch up to him, falling in stride beside the man.
"What? What do you mean by episode?" she demanded of the cooly-visaged warrior.
"Episode? Oh what I meant was--oh-look-at-that-nondescript-shiny-object-thing-of-no-importance-to-what-I-was-saying!" He shouted. When she spun about to stare in the direction of his extended arm, Allen grabbed her by the elbow, whipped her about, snugged an arm under her rib cage, and hefted her over his shoulder like a sack of watermelon rinds. Once she was positioned to his satisfaction, Chizu being too winded to speak beyond a surprised squeal, the knight took off at a loping run, baggage and all.
Several cat-calls and knowing remarks followed the couple as they tore through the castle at a breakneck speed, mowing down any man, she-male and priceless heirloom that happened to fall in their path.
The only comprehensive thought that ran through Chizu's mind were, I'm in a nightshirt, I'm hanging over a guy's shoulder who happens to be in nothing but silk boxers, and we're running through the halls due to a routine attack on a castle full of nothing but men.
And then, why me?!?
And following that, OWCH! as Allen used her butt to batter his way through a door.
Spot: well, don't be afraid to comment on this page. ^-^ I'm getting there. OH! I'll be editing and re-writing pages 1-3 soon, so keep checking up on that! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Nuku: GET ON WITH IT ALREADY!
Dorn: YA n00b!
Spot: oh, er...right. Hehe....
On to...
CHAPTER 4: The Plot Thickens Like Yo Momma's Stew
Chizu gasped out a startled, strangled exclamation at the sight of Allen's silky, yellow rear waving about like a banner in the wind. Her face burned to a red-crimson as she froze in the doorway, croaking out her astonishment in the language of the frogs.
Allen, hearing an unusual sound, glanced around his lower half in the direction of the doorway.
And dropped the shirt in his hands.
Chizu clapped both hands over her mouth, strange gagging, gurgling noises escaping revealingly between her fingers. Allen stood so abruptly he nearly lost his balance, waved his arms wildly to regains his balance, and held his hands in front of himself as if attempting to hid his flamboyant unmentionables behind them.
Snorts of laughter wheezed their way through the girl's hands as her face swelled and reddened like an infected tomato. Allen glared at her indignantly, angling his shoulders determinedly.
"And just what, may I ask, is so funny?" He demanded, hobbling awkwardly over to where his pants cringed on the floor. Chizu expelled a bout of riotous mirth as the knight struggled to pull his pants on and yet retain his modesty.
He finally managed to succeed in his pants-regaining quest, and stood glaring down at the helpless girl with his hands placed firmly and effeminately on his hips. Chizu, arms wrapped about herself as if to avoid falling to pieces on the cold stone floor, was rolling on the ground, tormented by tremendous sobs of laughter.
Allen glared at her with a look of the utmost displeasure, refusing to cow to his shame. He flicked a strand of golden hair out of his face and turned his nose into the air primly.
"Stop laughing!"he grumbled at her as she slowly pulled herself back together. She giggled at him, and halted the bubbling hiccoughs of laughter with a fist, which she placed firmly between her upper and lower teeth.What are you doing, barging into people's rooms like that, anyway?" Allen arched an eyebrow in a most seductive manner.
"And in your night-clothes, no less," he remarked off-handishly.
Chizu bothered to recall her current garb, courtesy of the castle inmates; a men's tunic whose hem fell just above her knees, slathered in tacky purple-and-yellow pinstripes and little red duckies, with revealing slits up the sides. The sleeves, being a bit long for her, bunched about her wrists and the v-neck collar fell down to a revealing level over the round curves of her chest. She glowered up at Allen from under a curtain of hair, catching his gaze fixated on those very protrusions.
"For your information," she icily explained, crossing her arms protectively over the area of concern, "I came to tell you that we're under attack and one of the men told me to come to you. He said you'd know what to do."
Allen gaped at her, then dashed to his window. After a moment of careful and ponderous consideration, he walked deliberately back towards her.
"You see?" Chizu inquired anxiously.
"Indeed."
"Do you know what to do?"
"Yup."
"Well...?"
"'Well' what?" Allen scratched at an imaginary beard thoughtfully.
"Well, DO IT!"
Allen jumped nervously when his guest shouted at him, and gave her a blank look, his tone indicating that the solution was supposedly obvious and therefor his companions must be either blind of incredibly dense not to have known it..
"Well, we have to go to the cave..."
"Yes?"
"Right. Follow me then," he said, suddenly confident in his knowledge. He hustled straight through a door behind him and slammed it shut. An explosion of noises and cursing filled th next few seconds before the gallant knight reemerged, a mop head crooked on his head and a bucket encasing his left foot. His pants had somehow vanished in he abysmal closet, and Chizu prepared to question the whereabouts of his trousers but Allen cut her off by dashing past her and out the main door, leaving the bucket and mop behind.
Chizu sprang to her feet and followed, matching every one of his long strides with two of her own.
"Hey! Wait up, boxer-boy! Who's attacking us?"
"Meh. Probably Dornkirk's henchmen," he replied with a nonchalant shrug.
"This, uh, happen often?" Sleepy-eyed guards staggering about, half-dressed, yodeling for breakfast and what-not, narrowly avoiding the unswerving Allen. Those unlucky individuals who happened to meander too close to the swordsman's path were reprimanded with a swift depantsing. Chizu kept her eyes studiously on her host's feet.
"Only about once every other episode. It's pretty standard," answered the gallant knight.
Chizu raced to catch up to him, falling in stride beside the man.
"What? What do you mean by episode?" she demanded of the cooly-visaged warrior.
"Episode? Oh what I meant was--oh-look-at-that-nondescript-shiny-object-thing-of-no-importance-to-what-I-was-saying!" He shouted. When she spun about to stare in the direction of his extended arm, Allen grabbed her by the elbow, whipped her about, snugged an arm under her rib cage, and hefted her over his shoulder like a sack of watermelon rinds. Once she was positioned to his satisfaction, Chizu being too winded to speak beyond a surprised squeal, the knight took off at a loping run, baggage and all.
Several cat-calls and knowing remarks followed the couple as they tore through the castle at a breakneck speed, mowing down any man, she-male and priceless heirloom that happened to fall in their path.
The only comprehensive thought that ran through Chizu's mind were, I'm in a nightshirt, I'm hanging over a guy's shoulder who happens to be in nothing but silk boxers, and we're running through the halls due to a routine attack on a castle full of nothing but men.
And then, why me?!?
And following that, OWCH! as Allen used her butt to batter his way through a door.
Spot: well, don't be afraid to comment on this page. ^-^ I'm getting there. OH! I'll be editing and re-writing pages 1-3 soon, so keep checking up on that! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!