"Well? What is it Mero?" asked Niobe as the Merovingian continued to gaze
at the dented laptop in an awed manner. "Has the virus stopped or has
something else happened?" "Que? Oh, no, I was just informed that the DJs
have arrived. And do not call me 'Mero,' that is not my name!" Everybody
was about to collapse anime-style in aggravation when the elevator dinged
open.
To the surprise of everyone not connected with the Merovingian's party, Neo and Trinity walked into the hallway with Apoc and Switch trailing behind, all of them carrying armloads of equipment and crates of records. Niobe was stunned. "What the fack are you guys doing here? And why are none of you wearing polyester?" Indeed, the four of them appeared to be dressed in normal, nonpolyester and fringe-free clothes, though Apoc's purple shirt appeared to have glitter dusted onto it. Apoc noticed Ghost staring at the light blue sparkles on his shoulder, nodded his head at Switch and simply said "Her fault."
Meanwhile, Neo, who appeared to be equally shocked by the sight of Niobe dressed as Foxy Cleopatra and Ghost clad as Bruce Lee, was about to explain that they had just gotten here and that they were DJ-ing the Merovingian's party to repay him for letting them stay at his celebrated pool party a month earlier (after they had destroyed his foyer with all the cool weapons), but he didn't get the chance because at that point the Merovingian let out another hopeful-sounding "Ah!"
"What is it now, Milord? Has somebody arrived unfashionably early?" queried One as he and his twin and his crush set about helping the DJs with their considerable amount of equipment. The Merovingian looked elated as he spoke "I do believe this virus is starting to correct itself!" "Could you elaborate on that?" asked Agent Brown, who was slightly surprised to see the man who would have been the savior of mankind in an alternative universe preparing to help DJ a party hosted by his worst enemy. "It means - well there's a - oh, just look here!"
The Merovingian held up his laptop to show the others. "Oh... my... God..." breathed Ghost. Niobe shielded her eyes from the multicolored display while the four DJs burst into gales of hysterical laughter. Agent Elle could only gape at the screen while Agent Brown (still wearing One's royal purple coat) ran off yelling "My eyes! My eyeses! Yaaaaugh!" before Elle caught up to him and smacked him back to his senses. "Will you calm down!? You are an Agent of this System, you are stronger then any of these fools (well, except Neo), and you get to thrash Mr. Frenchy-wannabe once this virus is gone!" she whispered comfortingly to Brown as he shielded his face from the awful sight with the coat. "B-b-b-but..." "NO BUTS, AGENTBROWN!" "But... The screen... the *horror*..." Agent Elle smacked him a bit harder this time, which appeared to help.
Although...
The Seventies were over. The Eighties had begun.
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Author's Notes: Do not worry! This is not the end, though the end is near (I think)!
To the surprise of everyone not connected with the Merovingian's party, Neo and Trinity walked into the hallway with Apoc and Switch trailing behind, all of them carrying armloads of equipment and crates of records. Niobe was stunned. "What the fack are you guys doing here? And why are none of you wearing polyester?" Indeed, the four of them appeared to be dressed in normal, nonpolyester and fringe-free clothes, though Apoc's purple shirt appeared to have glitter dusted onto it. Apoc noticed Ghost staring at the light blue sparkles on his shoulder, nodded his head at Switch and simply said "Her fault."
Meanwhile, Neo, who appeared to be equally shocked by the sight of Niobe dressed as Foxy Cleopatra and Ghost clad as Bruce Lee, was about to explain that they had just gotten here and that they were DJ-ing the Merovingian's party to repay him for letting them stay at his celebrated pool party a month earlier (after they had destroyed his foyer with all the cool weapons), but he didn't get the chance because at that point the Merovingian let out another hopeful-sounding "Ah!"
"What is it now, Milord? Has somebody arrived unfashionably early?" queried One as he and his twin and his crush set about helping the DJs with their considerable amount of equipment. The Merovingian looked elated as he spoke "I do believe this virus is starting to correct itself!" "Could you elaborate on that?" asked Agent Brown, who was slightly surprised to see the man who would have been the savior of mankind in an alternative universe preparing to help DJ a party hosted by his worst enemy. "It means - well there's a - oh, just look here!"
The Merovingian held up his laptop to show the others. "Oh... my... God..." breathed Ghost. Niobe shielded her eyes from the multicolored display while the four DJs burst into gales of hysterical laughter. Agent Elle could only gape at the screen while Agent Brown (still wearing One's royal purple coat) ran off yelling "My eyes! My eyeses! Yaaaaugh!" before Elle caught up to him and smacked him back to his senses. "Will you calm down!? You are an Agent of this System, you are stronger then any of these fools (well, except Neo), and you get to thrash Mr. Frenchy-wannabe once this virus is gone!" she whispered comfortingly to Brown as he shielded his face from the awful sight with the coat. "B-b-b-but..." "NO BUTS, AGENTBROWN!" "But... The screen... the *horror*..." Agent Elle smacked him a bit harder this time, which appeared to help.
Although...
The Seventies were over. The Eighties had begun.
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Author's Notes: Do not worry! This is not the end, though the end is near (I think)!