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Chapter two
Crysania's revenge.
Crysania had made her decision. Gloating to herself, she looked around the group of silenced companions, plus Kit plus Elistan plus a bunny dressed in a Hawaiien shirt with big red sunglasses holding a camra .. . wait a minute . . .
"How'd the bunny get there?" she wondered aloud.
Everyone turned to regard the bunny dressed in a Hawaiien shirt with big red sunglasses holding a camra.
"Caramon . . . isn't that one of yours?"
"No . . . Snuffles ran away while I was at summer camp."
"Oh . . . "
Silence.
"You went to summer camp?"
"Yup."
"Oh."
More Silence.
"Caramon?"
"Yeah?"
"What in the Nine Hells is summer camp?"
"What're the Nine Hells?"
"Uh . . . it's just an expression. I think."
"You think."
"Oh, for jeez sakes, people, can we start this game or what?"Kitiara finally snapped.
"Fine, fine. Crysania goes first."
Crysania was outwardly gloating. Grinning, her cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling with the sweet thought of revenge, those very same eyes drifted over the crowd and landed squarely on Raistlin.
"Raistlin." she said, said so sweetly, with the taste of revenge in her mouth, that all the companions, plus Kit plus Elistan plus a bunny dressed in a Hawaiien shirt with big red sunglasses holding a camra, turned to regard Raistlin with varying looks from amusement to anticiptaion to pity.
"Crysania." he matched her tone and pitch mockingly, but felt a cold sliver of dread spark through his fire.
Her eyes narrowed, her grin widened, and when she spoke, her tone was sharp and to the point. "Truth or dare!"
Raistlin considered. To pick truth would mean that he would have to tell the truth about an embarressing question the revenge-set cleric would devise . . . and the worst part was he couldn't lie, Crysania had cast a clerical spell over the game so that everyone would HAVE to tell the truth (he had seen her do this while everyone was preoccupied doing various things) and he would be damned if he was going to reveal one of his secrets.
But to pick dare would mean being forced to do something he undoutedly didn't want to do, which was exactly what she had in mind, he could see it in her eyes.
Damn it all to hell, she had him trapped!
Cursing silently and inwardly, Raistlin considered the prediciment. He might as well pick dare, but he'd at least get a choice . . . and dare was his preffered catagory anyway . . .
"Dare." he declared aloud, his voice firm.
Inwardly, Crysania exulted. Grinning, she listed off the dares: "dare, double dare, triple dare, quadruple dare, super dare, mega dare,or ultra dare?"
He considered. Dare would give him one choice, she could make him do anything . . . likewise double triple were out of the picture . . . he might as well just go in for ultra, the least they could say was that he was brave, but that was suicidial . . . not to mention highly insane . . . but did it matter . . . ? Fine, fine. He'd do ultra dare, he'd at least let her try to expand her imagination . . .
"Ultra dare."
Crysania considered. A maniac grin lit up her face. "OK- A) you can . . . uh . . . " her eyes roamed, looking for inspiration. Her eyes settled on Sturm. "You can lick in-between each of Sturms toes . . . "
"EW!" Laurana exclaimed. Sturm shuddered violently.
" . . . or, B), you can . . . um . . . hug and kiss that bunny dressed in a Hawaiien shirt with big red sunglasses holding a camra while Tanis takes photos of it with the camra . . . "
Tanis grinned.
"C, you can . . . dress up in acheckered dress with red sparkly slippers and let Laurana brais your hair, than skip around singing that song that Dorothy sings after she kills the Evil Witch . . . "
Caramon began to laugh.
"Or, D, you can . . . get locked up in a padded room with Tas for ten hours."
Raistlin silently cursed both himself and the smug cleric with every Bad Name he'd ever heard, plus a good few that he made up on the spot. He considered: he was not licking between the knight's toes . . . that was disgusting . . . and he was not hugging and kissing a bunny while Tanis took photos . . . he was not acting the part of an idiot . . . and he was absolutely NOT going to drive himself insane.
Oh, damn it all.
However, his so-called friends had different ideas.
Crysania slowly crept her hands beneath the table, finding the lever . . .
With a jerk, both the bottoms of Tas's and Raistlin's seats dropped, landing them squarely in a padded white room with each other. Crysania had clerically wrapped strands of magic around Raistlin, binding him.
The trapdoors closed.
Raistlin's horrified scream came through the cracks, muffled by Tas's chatter.
Crysania grinned: this game was fun!
Sorry, Raist . . . I'll get that evil cleric int he next chapter . . .
(insert hysterical laughter.)
Del, thanks for the awesome idea. You rule, Icicle!