DO YOU LIKE MAH SWORD, SWORD
SWORD MY DAIMOND SWORD, SWORD?
YOU CANNOT AFORD, FORD
FORD MY DAIMOND SWORD, SWORD
EVEN IF YOU COULD, COULD
I HAVE A PATENT! :D
Hey, guys! Found this hilarious guy called TOBUSCUS and now I'm hooked! But DON'T YOU WORRY! Nothin's gonna get in the way of me an' this fic!
Oh, and on a slightly more serious note (I'M SORRY!), please, NO TELLING MEH WHICH CHARACTER'S IMMA DO NEXT-AH! I know, I know, we all hate ranters (Puts us all in bad moods, ;_;) but please! This isn't directed to any of yo guys who've given support and constantly motivate me (you guys ROCK!) but, please, DON'T-AH TELL-AH MEH!
Again, I'M REALLY SORRY!
Now, BACK TO THE FUTURE- I mean, BACK TO GLOOMSVILLE!
Elinor had to admit; Ruby could make some pretty darn decent pancakes!
She took another bight of cinnamon and honey drowned pancake goodness, as she licked her chomps satisfyingly.
"When we're done here," Frank piped up, "we can show Elinor our new killer song!"
Said girl's pointed ears pricked up at this.
"Song?" she said after swallowing her pancake, "What kinda songs do you write?"
"Rock!" Len shouted while holding up his fork full of pancake.
"Yup," said Frank, "It's all about the music!"
"Did Misery tell you she's a great singer?" Skull Boy added from his end of the table.
"She might have mentioned it last night when I was in the library," Elinor said more to herself than the others.
"Yeah!" Frank and Len said simultaneously, "She's got a piffy female voice!"
"I'm only able to sing that way when I'm asleep, though," croaked Misery from her spot next to Skull Boy.
'I'm surprised that she can sing at all with that worn out voice she's got goin' on...' thought Elinor.
"I talk in my sleep," she said a little abruptly.
Most of the heads at the table looked in her direction politely, and a little confusedly.
"No offense," said Iris, "but how would you know that if you've been alone almost your whole life?"
Elinor suddenly became very interested in her plate (which was almost devoid of any pancake left). She glanced up at the rest of the group and said, "Well, I wasn't completely alone the entire time..."
"You had a travel buddy?" Ruby asked in her cheerful way.
"Yeah," replied Elinor, "something like that. Her name was Georgia, and she looked almost exactly like me... y'know, horns, wings, scales and such. We were kind of like partners, us against the world sort of thing."
All the attention was directed towards Elinor, now.
"So..." Ruby ventured, "If you guys were partners, why'd you split up?"
Elinor became a little quiet now, a lot like her original state.
"She..." Elinor said a little quietly, causing Skull Boy and Misery to lean in further to hear properly, "She did things a little... differently than how I liked to do it. She didn't really understand the concept of, 'keeping a low profile'. We're still connected though, we meet up every other month or so... but it isn't the same anymore."
There was a slightly uncomfortable silence.
Then they noticed something odd; the cinnamon bottle was moving. Elinor didn't notice; she was still in her little daze. As the bottle rose higher and higher off the table, the monster kids noticed that it was tilting, and getting close to Elinor's head...
"Elinor!" they all shouted, "Look—!"
SPLAT.
Elinor was COVERED in sweet, sticky cinnamon from horns to talons. And she wasn't happy about it.
"Okay," she said terrifyingly calmly, "why, praytel, IS THERE CINNAMON ALL OVER ME?!"
Her answer was a cheeky giggle coming from seemingly nowhere. For some reason this seemed to explain everything perfectly for the rest of the group, for they exchanged looks of exasperation and humour.
"Looks like we got ourselves a new guest!" said the voice, which Elinor identified as a young boy, "I should make 'er feel welcome!"
At that point, the few pancakes that were left floated up with the plate, and then threw themselves towards poor old Elinor.
This time Elinor was ready for it; she dived underneath the table and entered fight-and-claw-for-your-life-mode (something she unfortunately had experience with). She scooted over to an opening between Ruby and Scaredy Bat (who had taken to hyperventilating with a paper bag) and clawed at where the pancakes had been floating.
"Ouch!" yelped the voice, "I might be invulnerable, but I can still feel pain!" he snapped.
"If you don't want to feel a whole lot more, you'll show yourself," Elinor snarled.
"Okay, okay! Sheesh, I was just pullin' a harmless lil' prank..."
What materialised in front of Elinor made her stop and stare.
It was a ghost... with rosy cheeks and wide eyes.
"Boo-Boo!" squealed Iris, "We knew that was you!"
"Ha!" Boo-Boo gloated, "Only a complete master such as myself could pull off something like that! But I guess someone," Boo-Boo shot a glare at Elinor, "doesn't know how to control her temper!"
"I'll show you control—"
"Now, what in the blazes is going on here?!"
All heads turned to face Poe, who had just entered the dining room through the front doors.
"Sorry for being late, Ruby my dear, but Edger and Allen couldn't find my monocle," he said, "M'anyway, what was all that racket?"
"Elinor just met Boo-Boo, Poe!" Ruby explained in a cheery tone, "He introduced himself in the only way he knows how; pranking!" she pointed to the mess on Elinor's chair, and Elinor herself covered in cinnamon.
"Ah, yes," Poe said, "He does seem to have that nasty little habit."
"Nasty? Ha!" the ghost boy almost interrupted, "How about awesome!"
"And annoying," Elinor mumbled.
"Wha' was that?"
"Nothing!"
And there we have it!
Sorry, Alice, we didn't meet Mr. Mumbles or Venus, but they'll show up pretty soon so don't feel left out! ;3
No footnotes? Eh, guessssss I didn't have much explaining-
OH YEAH! We get a small cameo of Elinor's old acomplice, GEORGIA! She's the property of Ainzz, so, all credit for her character goes to HER!
Thank you all SO MUCH for reading, and not for hatin' on the rantin' (if you haven't all ready, heh! *hides*)
Ruby Gloom doesn't belong to me
And neither does Georgia, but I've already explainnnnnnnnnned that!
But, hehe, Elinor's MINE!
See ya next week!