Hey, I'm not really sure where this is going, exactly... many thanks to Luma and Lunagoddessoffoxes for all the reviews. SUGGESTIONS ARE MORE THAN WELCOME! I know you'll prob be the first, Jo, and thanks ahead of time. :D Thanks as well to schmo, you make my hellish life worth living. You are my rock that grounds my murderish tendencies, people should be thanking you!
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Toki couldn't help but grin at his sister's reaction to the huge estate. Mordhaus was situated in its own little town called Mordland, and it took up more than 100 acres.
The sky was a clouded black and throbbing red most of the time and the main section of the haus was huge and shaped like a viking dragon, including 13-foot long spikes. There were several gloomy-looking towers and a few were shaped like guitars. They had their own little mini hospital, which resembled something out of a comic book and was covered in the same black spikes and thorns, and it was painted black with a red cross.
There was a courtyard and garden, where they had most of their barbeques, and the hedges were clipped to look like dragons and demons. Naked cherubs spouted blood-colored water from little penises and best of all, in Toki's opinion, it was loaded with arcade games.
"Wow... whoa..." was all Freya could think of saying.
"Welcomes to your new homes!" Toki said, and he put an arm around one of her thin shoulders. He didn't like how bony she felt. She was too thin.
While the band went on ahead to the infirmary of Mordhaus, Toki began showing his little sister around.
"You should go up to the infirmary too, you know," she pointed out.
"Okay, fines!" he gave in, and he led her along with the rest of the band, to the infirmary.
Once inside, Nathan called out for the doctor on staff at Mordhaus. He conveniently didn't have a name. Inside, the infirmary appeared to be just like any ordinary hospital.
Nathan and and Murderface were both sitting on examination tables in nothing but their underwear. Nathan's were black and Murdferface wasn't wearing any. Freya averted her gaze.
Skwisgaar was sitting beside both of them, also wearing nothing, but he had the decency to put a nearby pillow over his bits as Freya walked in. He had a new bandage affixed to his head and his blonde hair was being scrubbed clean of blood by the doctor. The table was set low enough so that he could.
Murderface was breathing wierd.
"Novachaine," he mumbled around a mouth full of some sort of clear, shiny goop. Ah, yeah. His missing tooth, remembered Toki. Novacaine worked good on teeth.
"Dood, lookit my arm," said Pickles mournfully, glancing down. His arm was half plastered in a cast that went up to his elbow. Apparently, the doctor wasn't used to patching up four men at the same time.
"There's nothing wrong with me, I'm just sitting up here. In. My underwear," said Nathan conversationally. He looked bored.
"Can I help with anything?" Freya asked the Dethklok doctor.
The coctor looked over at her, slightly distracted (skwisgaar kept moving his head) and waved a vague hand at the tray full of plaster and wrappings next to Pickles.
"Whatever... finish casting his arm, I've already started," he said.
Freya dipped an uncertain hand in the tray and came out with what looked like a strip of paper mache made out of canvas or something.
"It's cold," she said, making a face, and she began applying the strips to Pickles' half plastered arm.
"Easy," he warned as she poked at his thumb by accident.
"Sorry," she muttered, and at the doctor's request started applying the black plasticy rolls of material. It looked like the crepe paper you hung at birthday parties, only it was black.
Once that was done, she stuck it together with a bit of adhesive and the doctor finished cleaning Skwisgaar's hair, muttering that he was a doctor, not a hair stylist.
Pickle's arm looked good as gold when it came to the cast.
Freya's first meeting with Charles Ofdensen, however, was less than pleasant.
He opened the doors and had a Dethphone in his hand.
"Bad news, boys, since you are all, ah, injured, we had to cancel the upcoming tour promoting your next album," he said. He saw Freya and frowned.
"And who're you?"
"Freya Wartooth. I'm Toki's younger sister," she said, not faltering a bit. She may have a quiet, deep voice, but she wasn't timid by any stretch.
"Uh huh. I didn't know Toki had a sister. Well, is she staying?" he asked the band.
"A course she stays! What kinds a brother do you sink I ams!" Toki said, somewhat annoyed. Really, Charles was a good manager and good with the numbers, but sometimes he just didn't get it.
"Very well. Would you like an escort to a free room, then?" he asked her.
"I have a camper of my own, thanks. I just need somewhere to put it. I also have a dog," she replied.
"Are you kidding? We don't have camper hookups here, campers are not metal. This ain't an RV club, kid," growled Nathan.
"Then why the hell did you tell me to bring it?" she asked.
"Um... dat was Toki's ideas," Skwisgaar pointed out.
No one said anything for a moment.
"Fine. I'll sell it off. What about Odin?" she said, sounding somewhat annoyed.
"Who?"
"The dog, Mr. Ofdensen," she replied.
"The dog is house broken, yes?" he asked.
"Of course. He's trained, too," she replied scathingly.
"Then the dog is fine."
"Good."
Toki allowed the doctor to take a look at the gash on the side of his head and he sighed. He didn't like being fawned over. He was fine!
"Can I explore the place a bit while you guys are in here?" asked Freya.
"Huh? oh, uhhhh... yeah, sure, fine. Have a roadie show you around," said Nathan absentmindedly.
"Freya, cans you comes here?" he asked, struck by an inspiration.
Freya stopped within a foot of him and Toki pulled her into a little hug.
"I'm glads to has you for a sisters," he said.
He had never seen anyone blulsh as red as she did right then.
She walked out of the infirmary.
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