Elric's Bad Day
Notes from the Author: I don't own Elric, he belongs to a cirtain Michael Morcock. But I can assure you that if I did own Elric, he would be subjected to lots of cuddles. Oh, the horror, the never ending horror that is a rabid fangirl.
Anyways, I appologise for anyone in this fic acting OOC. My bad. Sorry.
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**After being severely sick a few more times, while Moonglum rolled on the floor laughing 'cause Gaynor just didn't have the sence to move out of the way, Elric finaly crawled back into bed. Moonglum removed the offending breakfast from the room and Elric inspected the coffie. He wasn't surprised to find both the spoon and mug disolved and the coffie nowhere to be found.**
Elric: ...Damn. Its escaped. *looks around, nervously*
**Over in the corner of the room, in the shadows, something moves. Slowly, very slowly our hero reaches under his bed and grasps Stormbringer by its handle. The sword mutters to itself.**
Stormbringer: pasty bastard.
Elric: ¬_¬ Shaddup!
**Slowly, very slowly the soul rendingly, caffeen filled, demonic coffie creeps from its dark corner. Advansing over the floor, leaving a sticky trail of half melted coffie beans in its wake. Our poorly pigmented hero tenses, ready to spring into action with sword and spell if the coffie beast comes too close. The demonic, bean filled beast sizes it oponent up with its beady red eyes...then...it pounces! At the same time Elric launches himself forward, swinging Stormbringer with all his strength. As he rushes into battle, the air is filled with his swords terrible song...**
Stormbringer: *singing* I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts! Diddly, diddly! There they are a-standing in a row!
Elric: Shaddup! Er...I mean...ARIOCH! BLOOD AND SOULS FOR ARIOCH!
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Will Elric win this dramatic battle? You may have to read the next chapter to find out!
Notes from the Author: I don't own Elric, he belongs to a cirtain Michael Morcock. But I can assure you that if I did own Elric, he would be subjected to lots of cuddles. Oh, the horror, the never ending horror that is a rabid fangirl.
Anyways, I appologise for anyone in this fic acting OOC. My bad. Sorry.
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**After being severely sick a few more times, while Moonglum rolled on the floor laughing 'cause Gaynor just didn't have the sence to move out of the way, Elric finaly crawled back into bed. Moonglum removed the offending breakfast from the room and Elric inspected the coffie. He wasn't surprised to find both the spoon and mug disolved and the coffie nowhere to be found.**
Elric: ...Damn. Its escaped. *looks around, nervously*
**Over in the corner of the room, in the shadows, something moves. Slowly, very slowly our hero reaches under his bed and grasps Stormbringer by its handle. The sword mutters to itself.**
Stormbringer: pasty bastard.
Elric: ¬_¬ Shaddup!
**Slowly, very slowly the soul rendingly, caffeen filled, demonic coffie creeps from its dark corner. Advansing over the floor, leaving a sticky trail of half melted coffie beans in its wake. Our poorly pigmented hero tenses, ready to spring into action with sword and spell if the coffie beast comes too close. The demonic, bean filled beast sizes it oponent up with its beady red eyes...then...it pounces! At the same time Elric launches himself forward, swinging Stormbringer with all his strength. As he rushes into battle, the air is filled with his swords terrible song...**
Stormbringer: *singing* I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts! Diddly, diddly! There they are a-standing in a row!
Elric: Shaddup! Er...I mean...ARIOCH! BLOOD AND SOULS FOR ARIOCH!
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Will Elric win this dramatic battle? You may have to read the next chapter to find out!