05-23-2015, 12:59 PM
Vvvvvvvt, Chink.
The dumbwaiter hatch split near the center, gradually peeling apart to reveal a common suit standing with mulish poise behind the enclosure. Though wholly comprised of flesh and blood, his ubiquitous demeanor and mannerism reflected guise akin to a robotic caricature. Palpably evidenced, this was one of Karl's top brass lackeys, well trained and well paid; a proverbial lapdog sitting pretty for his treat.
"It is time, heathens! Everybody, line up at once! Form a line!" The stern bootlicker demanded, stepping forth from the beacon of fluorescent beams with hands overlapped near his navel. Breaking from pseudo-mechanical posture, the minion signaled crowded masses over with a sweep of his manicured hand, adjusting a pair of shades over his oculars with a freed palm.
The henchman's decree fell on eager ears as smatterings of contenders zealously gushed into a uniform column. Less obedient patrons conversely held their positions in defiance, mean-mugging the pretentious stooge.
"Yoohoo! Looks like we finally get to go up to the trea– err, mystery floor!" Luffy woofed, patting the round-eared tyke to his left upon the upper rachis. "Whatever happens now, we're friends okay?" The flaky pirate reassured, jovially grinning down at his fun-sized acquaintance.
"You bet, pal. Might get pretty hairy in there. Sure are a bunch o' tuff guys runnin' amuck!" Ears returned as an abrupt hiccup expelled from his lips from Luffy's incessant batting. "Knock that off will ya?"
"Yeah, that's him, the stretchy prick" A vaguely familiar voice murmured from behind the oddball duo, invoking them to turn and investigate. Staring back at the pirate and mouse, the twin guards from an earlier mishap stood, well, hobbled at least. Though victorious in subduing Straw Hat before, it was not without sustaining a few fractured ribs and shattered ankles.
"Ah? Oh it's you dummies, whadda ya' want?" Luffy mocked, cocking a brow beneath his patented cap. Oh boy, I doubt they want to talk things out, Ears reckoned in his head, equally ambivalent about their intentions.
Kachak.
"I want you to die."
Blam!
The lackey sprung a handheld firearm from his inner pocket and tugged the hair-trigger, purging a lead pellet from the chamber at mach velocity. Instinctively, Luffy shoved his dwarfed cohort out of harms way as the projectile sunk into his skin.
To the assailing suit's aghast, Straw Hat's elastic dermis failed to rupture. Promptly receding back into place with a warping 'pop', the slug ejected forth into the gunman's forehead, though non-lethally fast enough to knock him out cold.
"You almost hit my friend! Erk . . . My turn!" The peeved captain berated, inflamed with animosity. "Gomu Gomu no . . . " Luffy pronounced, stretching his arm and heaving a bungee-snapped fist into 'henchman number two's' kisser, ". . . Pistol!"
Kathwam!
The antagonistic assbutt hurtled along the linoleum, jouncing and trundling like a sleek rock against tranquil waters before conclusively spanking the enclave's fortified rim with his fumbling frame. In an average social function, such commotion might've caused a stir, however given the prior 'excitement,' it was little more than just another tissy.
"Yeep! What's up with this place? Even the staff is trigger happy!" The ebony mouse broached, averting his oversized peepers to the young pirate once more and throwing a thumbs up as curtsy. "Not sure how the hecksies a twig like you packs such a wallop, but I'm glad you're on my side pal." Thus, the pair casually strode on to merge with the gathering riffraff.
Shuffling in single file, a smorgasbord of combatants from the furthest reaches of the Omniverse herded into a spacious elevator like an overpacked suitcase. "Ho boy, smells like hot cheese in here," The vertically stunted mouse quipped, plugging his flecky sniffer with gloved digits.
"Oi, Ears, that reminds me. So do you poo–"
Ding!
Straw Hat's vulgar inquiry was snuffed by a treble ping, evoking the reinforced metallic sliders to lurch closed. Reverberating briefly, the elevator rumbled, startling the technologically challenged among the cramped applicants. "Wooo, this is fun. Hope we don't die, kishishi," The rubbery captain japed, inviting hostile glares from the wary.
Following another perfectly replicated ping, the 'magical' contraption decelerated to a still, halting in place. The bunched competitors poured out like a bag of leaves spilling out over the lawn. Waiting at attention to receive them stood a curvaceous young lady, embraced by a skintight suit far more complimenting than that of the brooding minion below.
"Welcome to the Barracks strapping lads and lassies!" The buxom floozy greeted the frumpy band of miscreants cordially, wielding an ornate circlet of unknown purpose. "Violence of any kind will not be tolerated here. To ensure you ladies and gents act genially, you're required to wear these stylish trinkets. Try to take them off or tamper with them in any way, the last thing you'll hear is kablooey! Teeheehee!"
Gasp!
" . . . !!"
The dumbwaiter hatch split near the center, gradually peeling apart to reveal a common suit standing with mulish poise behind the enclosure. Though wholly comprised of flesh and blood, his ubiquitous demeanor and mannerism reflected guise akin to a robotic caricature. Palpably evidenced, this was one of Karl's top brass lackeys, well trained and well paid; a proverbial lapdog sitting pretty for his treat.
"It is time, heathens! Everybody, line up at once! Form a line!" The stern bootlicker demanded, stepping forth from the beacon of fluorescent beams with hands overlapped near his navel. Breaking from pseudo-mechanical posture, the minion signaled crowded masses over with a sweep of his manicured hand, adjusting a pair of shades over his oculars with a freed palm.
The henchman's decree fell on eager ears as smatterings of contenders zealously gushed into a uniform column. Less obedient patrons conversely held their positions in defiance, mean-mugging the pretentious stooge.
"Yoohoo! Looks like we finally get to go up to the trea– err, mystery floor!" Luffy woofed, patting the round-eared tyke to his left upon the upper rachis. "Whatever happens now, we're friends okay?" The flaky pirate reassured, jovially grinning down at his fun-sized acquaintance.
"You bet, pal. Might get pretty hairy in there. Sure are a bunch o' tuff guys runnin' amuck!" Ears returned as an abrupt hiccup expelled from his lips from Luffy's incessant batting. "Knock that off will ya?"
"Yeah, that's him, the stretchy prick" A vaguely familiar voice murmured from behind the oddball duo, invoking them to turn and investigate. Staring back at the pirate and mouse, the twin guards from an earlier mishap stood, well, hobbled at least. Though victorious in subduing Straw Hat before, it was not without sustaining a few fractured ribs and shattered ankles.
"Ah? Oh it's you dummies, whadda ya' want?" Luffy mocked, cocking a brow beneath his patented cap. Oh boy, I doubt they want to talk things out, Ears reckoned in his head, equally ambivalent about their intentions.
Kachak.
"I want you to die."
Blam!
The lackey sprung a handheld firearm from his inner pocket and tugged the hair-trigger, purging a lead pellet from the chamber at mach velocity. Instinctively, Luffy shoved his dwarfed cohort out of harms way as the projectile sunk into his skin.
To the assailing suit's aghast, Straw Hat's elastic dermis failed to rupture. Promptly receding back into place with a warping 'pop', the slug ejected forth into the gunman's forehead, though non-lethally fast enough to knock him out cold.
"You almost hit my friend! Erk . . . My turn!" The peeved captain berated, inflamed with animosity. "Gomu Gomu no . . . " Luffy pronounced, stretching his arm and heaving a bungee-snapped fist into 'henchman number two's' kisser, ". . . Pistol!"
Kathwam!
The antagonistic assbutt hurtled along the linoleum, jouncing and trundling like a sleek rock against tranquil waters before conclusively spanking the enclave's fortified rim with his fumbling frame. In an average social function, such commotion might've caused a stir, however given the prior 'excitement,' it was little more than just another tissy.
"Yeep! What's up with this place? Even the staff is trigger happy!" The ebony mouse broached, averting his oversized peepers to the young pirate once more and throwing a thumbs up as curtsy. "Not sure how the hecksies a twig like you packs such a wallop, but I'm glad you're on my side pal." Thus, the pair casually strode on to merge with the gathering riffraff.
Shuffling in single file, a smorgasbord of combatants from the furthest reaches of the Omniverse herded into a spacious elevator like an overpacked suitcase. "Ho boy, smells like hot cheese in here," The vertically stunted mouse quipped, plugging his flecky sniffer with gloved digits.
"Oi, Ears, that reminds me. So do you poo–"
Ding!
Straw Hat's vulgar inquiry was snuffed by a treble ping, evoking the reinforced metallic sliders to lurch closed. Reverberating briefly, the elevator rumbled, startling the technologically challenged among the cramped applicants. "Wooo, this is fun. Hope we don't die, kishishi," The rubbery captain japed, inviting hostile glares from the wary.
Following another perfectly replicated ping, the 'magical' contraption decelerated to a still, halting in place. The bunched competitors poured out like a bag of leaves spilling out over the lawn. Waiting at attention to receive them stood a curvaceous young lady, embraced by a skintight suit far more complimenting than that of the brooding minion below.
"Welcome to the Barracks strapping lads and lassies!" The buxom floozy greeted the frumpy band of miscreants cordially, wielding an ornate circlet of unknown purpose. "Violence of any kind will not be tolerated here. To ensure you ladies and gents act genially, you're required to wear these stylish trinkets. Try to take them off or tamper with them in any way, the last thing you'll hear is kablooey! Teeheehee!"
Gasp!
" . . . !!"
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