197 - French
It started as a normal morning; Petrel went to wake Crest leaving Ariana to wake Felicity.
Crest was ignoring Petrels pleas of help as Day and Eve advanced on him when Ariana burst through the door, her normally calm and hauntily manner completely gone.
"She's still obbsessed with killing me!" The female Executive cried as one of the bigger knives from the kitchen zoomed by her head.
Crest's eyes widened as the knife lodged itself in her headboard.
"FELICITY! Stop damaging my room!" She bellowed as Petrel attempted to pull it out. Crest glared at Ariana who promptly tried to regain her composure and left.
One dull thunk later brought Crest out of bed, not like she could continue to sleep anyway, to investigate.
Felicity was pulling a cleaver from the wall, glaring murderously at the place where the red-headed woman must have disappeared.
"Si elle vient jamais dans ma chambre, surtout quand je n'ai pas eu de sommeil alors je vais faire plus de mal que la femme!" Felicity hissed finally removing the knife from the wall and returning to her room. Petrel looked at Crest for an explination.
"Something about no sleep and doing more than hurting Ariana. Any idea what's got her mad?" Crest whispered to Petrel.
"Aw she's just mad that Giovanni sent Archer out and technically she's still under "Headquarters" arrest." Petrel said casually.
A fileting knife flew from Felicity's room and pinned Petrel's shirt to the wall.
"Since when did you take throwing lessons from Proton?" Crest asked trying to pull the knife from Petrel's shirt shoulder.
"Depuis qu'il a commencé deviner mes humeurs correctement, même sans mon visage peint."
"It's not like it's hard to guess your mood right now Felicity, you're more bloodthirsty then normal, so it's safe to say you're upset. And when did you start speaking French?"
"Je n'ai aucune sanglante idée!"
"No clue?" Petrel guessed as Felicity retreated into her bedroom again.
"Get out of bed would you!" Crest yelled
"Mais je suis fatigué! Amende que si il ya des crêpes pour le petit déjeuner."
"Yes there are pancakes and I don't care how tired you are." Crest deadpanned and Felicity sent a glare her way before she slapped the other girls hand away and yanked the knife from Petrel's shirt.
"Note to self, make sure the Boss doesn't send Archer on missions when you're otherwise occupied." Petrel said fingering the hole in his uniform.
"En fait, ma violence et de mauvaise humeur est basée principalement sur le manque de sommeil. Moon volé mon lit et les planchers sont pas à l'aise alors j'ai passé la nuit à venir avec de nouvelles farces."
"Right. Lack of sleep equals violence." Crest said translating quickly for Petrel's sake.
After a chaotic mess that was breakfast, Crest and Felicity fell into their normal routine. Felicity would set up multiple pranks and watch as grunts glared at her from under their new 'tar-and-father' look.
Lunch came and went and Felicity spent most of the afternoon as Kitten's pillow. The large cat pokemon had jumped her, knocking her to the ground and proceeded to fall asleep.
The steady stream of French profanities that spilled from her mouth forced most of the occupants to obtain a French to English dictionary.
"Note to self," Crest stated after comendeering a dictionary from a Grunt.
"One, find whoever taught Felicity French, and beat thier funny bone until they die of laughter, two let Felicity sleep if Moon takes the bed again, and three, find Archer or maim Giovanni."
When dinner came Felicity was still acting as Kitten's pillow.
"Kitten réveiller s'il vous plaît, j'ai faim!" Felicity said for the thousandth time in the last hour. Her stomach rumbled crankily but still the sleeping cat pokemon refused to move. Eventually it was Crest that managed to save her.
"Felicity? Archer just came back." Crest said before ducking out the door. She waited a good minute before looking back in.
"Je vais bien, mais je ne suis pas très bon." Crest smiled at the dryness of Felicity's statement and offered her hand to the trapped girl.
Twenty minutes later both girls arrived in the kitchen looking for everything they were worth like they had been through a paper shredder.
"Good to see you're back Archer. I'm going to go bathe in disinfectant. Have a nice dinner." Felicity said in perfect English while patting a less wounded part of Crest's back. Stiffly both girls walked out of the kitchen leaving four very confused Exectutives.