This was a party! The streets paraded through with those in costume, drinks pouring abundantly, it was a regular Mardi Gras of a good time. The festivities drew Loky's attention like a magpie is drawn to tin foil. It was decent distraction from being dragged from his Saturday morning cartoons. Man! He hated missing Scooby Doo. But a dance line formed, and he was drawn into the music and motion. Then those bells, those melodic bells, they drew him away from the morning debauchery.
Meanwhile in the Palace of Justice, Frollo awoke hungover. The apparition of last night was so realistic. The cabal below during the Festival of Fools caused his head to pound in horrific pain in perfect rhythm to it. He needed to perhaps splash his face with water and try to calm down the headache. A familiar voice announced, "Good morning, priest." from a tub a few feet from the washing basin. His reflex resembled that of a startled frog. It gave Mesis quite a laugh as she relaxed in the warm bubbly froth. "You're still here, I notice." "Yes, well, Janvier drew me a bath, I couldn't refuse taking up on such a favor, now could I?" The demonic woman crooned and smiled, letting those perfect teeth glint. Animosity towards the subject for many reasons welled up. Letting himself get involved with the sins of the flesh in the first place bothered him, especially to the extent that it had. Plus, Janvier was his! Mesistophelese obviously caught on to his glowering temper, and enjoyed it immensely.
The intense emotion in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife, and it was all depleted in one moment of a surprise visitor crashing through the window, yelling, "YIPPIE KAI YAY, MOTHERFUCKER!" He toppled Mesis out of the tub and Frollo over into one pile of bodies in a giant puddle on the floor. The judge was less than amused, even though Mesis took it in stride. It was, after all, his cousin Bartelby, and he seemed to finally have let loose for once. His brother was sure to be around here somewhere then. And Mesis was certain where they were before they came here. "You've been to Marie Leveau's, haven't you?" Bartelby replied, "You...madam...have that right on the nose!" Frollo was getting agitated, "If you two could kindly...get off me!" Bartelby looked at the man at the bottom of the pile, "Who's the grinch, cuz?" The devil lifted Claude's chin with her finger, "Oh, he's just being testy today." She rolled Bartelby over and gave Frollo a kiss. As much as he wanted to hate her for it, he couldn't. Her tempting nature was too great for his resolve. She then whispered in the priest's ear, "Don't let him know where he's at." as she indicated towards Bartelby. He quirked a brow at her, as she continued, "It's a sore subject, and he doesn't do well with sore subjects. Besides," she purred in his ear, "I could make it far worth your while." A chill went up his spine at the implications. "And if Bartelby's here, then Loky's certain to be around here somewhere...perhaps...enjoying the festivities outside, maybe?" Bartie boy grinned his boyish grin and nodded. Frollo flatlined his expression and huffed, "The Festival of Fools...indeed, I have to attend, as I am a court appointed official...but first, I have some matters to attend to." He had to give Quasimodo some lessons this morning and meet the new Captain of the Guard before joining in on the festivities. He'd rather go read a book than the latter part of his agenda for the day.
Frollo strolled into Notre Dame, picnic basket in hand, and up the winding labyrinth of stairs to the bell tower where the boy was. He was rather shocked to run headlong into his master that morning, almost as if he were up to something. "Heading somewhere, Quasimodo?" The hunchback stuttered back, "No." "And who were you talking to?" "My...friends..." Dom Claude rolled his eyes and responded, "And what are your friends made of, Quasimodo?" A voice from behind the gargoyles interrupted, "Oooo! I know this one! Is it ectoplasmic goo for 1000, Alex?" That took the judge back, having to grab his chest and huffing heavily. Today he was running into them everywhere! This was wearing an odd white mask with black facial hair painted on it, craning its neck, as the masked smile made the situation more...eerie than it should be. "And you are?" "Why H.R. Pufnstuf atcho sooervice! Of course, of course, a horse a horse. But of course, you can also just call me Loky. Slide me some skin, soul brothah!" He jutted his hand out in greeting. Quasimodo seemed to be trying to hide a laugh as Frollo shot him a look, "You find this amusing, boy?" The masked Loky fellow interjected, "Calm your tits, man...we just chillin'." He quirked a brow and just set the basket on a table. "I came up here to go over the alphabet with Quasimodo." The angel clapped his hands together excited, "Oooo, I love the alphabet. And Alphabits...and alphabet soup...dear Jovah! I'm hungry, now." He seemed to curiously peruse the basket, "So whatcha got there?" These brothers made Mesis seem sane by comparison, and that was taking a far stretch in Frollo's mind. Quasimodo went to get the plates and cups, "He can share some of mine, so you won't have to do without, master." The priest blinked and decided it would be best to leave the bell tower. "I think I better just leave that here, I have to meet the new Captain of the Guard." With a turn and a swish of his robes he was out the door again. He really wasn't sure what he was going to do with all these "visitors." He rubbed his temples in confused agitation.
He made his way to the dungeons below the Palace of Justice, intent on getting some of his frustration out. The conversation with the torturer in regards to the last Captain of the Guard for failing miserably in following the orders he had given was about waiting in between lashes so the old sting didn't fade into the new. And then Mesis was right at his side again with a smirk on her dark lips, "What a novel idea..." The embers in her eyes sparkled. "Please...continue..." There was something about this demonic presence that was overwhelming, even if he showed up as a male, he was intoxicating. Like the gypsy vermin who ran around the city, tempting the hearts of men and drawing them into heathen frivolity. Like today. He sighed sharply in frustration. "Janvier tells me you're also good with a flagellum. I'd like a demonstration." She had led him off to a far corner of the dungeons and shucked her clothing, gingerly handing him a cat-o-nine-tails. "Oh, and I hope you don't mind, I left my cousin with your precious little Janvier." She was purposely riling him up, she knew good and well Bartelby wouldn't do anything with her, but Frollo didn't know that. His nostrils flared as his steely eyes glared at her. He took the bait, letting the whip fly fast and strong. She coiled serpentine-like at each sharp flail, ecstatically exclaiming, "Oh dear Jovah! You are good at this!" It wasn't long before it aroused him to watch her body flit and thrash under the course of the whip. Before he knew it, she was hissing in his ear in recourse, "I was born and raised in the briar patch..." before snapping her fingers to discard his robes. She had his back against the wall, straddling him, taking him inside of her. The volcanic warmth of her voluptuous cavern enveloping him. Unearthly delights overtaking his senses. Whatever she was doing with the rotation of those hips as she rode him was hitting that very spot that was about to take him over the edge. And she didn't mind one bit, as she was almost there from the pleasure she got from the pain earlier. She growled almost as wrapped her arms around his back and clawed down the skin. His explosion was eminent inside her demonic womb. Trying to catch his breath, he was sure this was going to be the death of him. Mesistophelese snapped her fingers once more and they were both clothed as if nothing had just happened. Which was good, because at that moment, he was being called to meet Captain Phoebus who had just arrived. Then it was to be off to the town square. Perhaps it would calm down his raging pulse. Just check out and hopefully get it all over with.
The frivolity seemed to keep everyone out of his hair. Although, he could see Bartelby and Loky seemed to have the townspeople in an uproar. They were dancing in unison to something that kept talking about a cupid shuffle. Mesis referred to them as a couple of "frat boys at a kegger" before going off to enjoy some of the wines and ales that were on sale. Dancing gypsies, they'd pop up, but the startling for the day seemed to become numb to him. Then came the crowning of the King of Fools. Did he just see Quasimodo on the stage? He just sunk his face into his hand and shook his head.
Clopin Troullifou had Loky and Bartelby on each arm as they were dancing. These guys were a riot. He shouted at them, "So where did you say you were from?" Bartelby answered, "Your mom!" And they just chuckled and danced some more. "Your brother is insanely entertaining. I think we'll name him the King of Fools this year." The ceremony began after a lively dance number from Esmerelda, although the "shocking the priest" number didn't quite get the reaction they were going for. Eh, what did it matter? They were having the time of their lives. Loky decided before they were asked to join the cavalcade back to the Court of Miracles, that it's good to be king.