Duuuuuuuuude, whoooooooooooooo turned on Escaflowne? I was watching the Foooooooooooooood Network.
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Duuuuuuuuude, whoooooooooooooo turned on Escaflowne? I was watching the Foooooooooooooood Network.
" What is an Escaflowne? is that a type of tea?" as Lumi asks. her wings of light fade away and the ramp of light had already finished dissapearing. her accent was quite cheery and happy. as she had come down, the sun was only shining brighter and trees started singing.
A young girl clad in white robes walks down a ramp of light. her skin was rather pale, her body was so slender, it was scrawny. her hair went down to her ankles and was colored a radiant golden yet ashy shade of blonde. it was maintained in twintails that started at the back of the neck. her hair was thick, soft, and silky. her eyes were blue. in fact they bore a look of angelic innocence. along with her white frilly loose robe was a matching scarf, a matching pair of boots, a matching pair of gloves, and a concealed pair of matching stockings. all white as milk. her chest was flatter than the surface of an ironing board. and she looked like a child. she stood 5 feet even and weighed roughly 86 pounds. glowing above her head was a ring of light. she had no real wings, but wings of light glowed behind her. at her hip was a long, slender blade, suited for dueling, but not full on war. it was neither a rapier, saber, nor epee, but an espada. sharpened at both edge and tip and made of orichalcum alloy. it appeared to be a superior artifact.
as she walks down this ramp of light, further fading behind her as she walks. she begins to ask in a cheerful accent, " may i have some tea as well?" as she approaches the nearest chair with a clean cup. "Do you have any orange Pekoe? preferably with honey and lemon?" the cute scrawny wingless animesque angel asks in a cheery accent.
There's no room! No room!
::The Hatter lifts a white cloth off of a complicated glass apparatus of tubes, reservoirs, cooling coils, condensation bulbs, and heating chambers. He begins pouring water in one of the chambers, then fills an empty reservoir in the middle with free orange pekoe leaves. He then measures out honey in a pip and begins juicing lemons::Why is a raven like a writing desk?
::Gets out his over-sized, old-fashioned push spray pump and starts spraying for crows::
*HULK PUFFIN!*
Hulk Puffin Smash!
CAW!
Where is the March Hare? Only he can save us from all these mutants and machines!
Oh, look! TEA! Sssslllluuuurrrrpppp!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*yawn* But genetics don't work that way. All it would do is mess with your mitochondria and protein synthesis... zzz
HULK-Puffin want english breakfast tea. It sooth HULK jitters.
*yawn* But genetics don't work that way. All it would do is mess with your mitochondria and protein synthesis... zzz
Silly mouse, HULK comic book geneticist...
Why didn't you say so?
::Steps over to the stove. Fries up a complete English Breakfast, then packs it into a carafe of almost boiling water::
Tea's steeping!
Allright, you feeble lot of gibbering yammerninnies.....what is the meaning of all this then?
The Hulk sure loves his tea.
Come again?
::Leaps over head from one branch to another, depositing Dodo doo on the Gish's head as it goes::
SQUAWK!
Don't get cheeky with me, o' Billy Bo Rattle-a-pike. I don't cotton to cheek.......nay, I dab the rouge off with brillo and turpentine.
You'll see just how gestaltly my jib is cut when I start singsonging up th' nonsensical faux-old englishisms....i.e. brillig.....gyre.....burbled......et ssssssssetera......ssssssssetterrraaaaaaaa....callooooo callay.....frabjous doesn't cut it....I do.
Tread lightly on your heading; I'm Her Cardiovascular Majesty's man, I am. And her will and my charge is nothing short of vorpal...
I've come to give this party my approval. If the fine fellow with the hat would pass the cinders and the apricots, please.
CLEAN CUP MOVE DOWN MOVE DOWN MOVE DOWN!
::Pours the gent a cup, snickering at the Gish and the Bard::
Much obliged.
*crushes apricots with a slaadi claw, mixes with cinders and sips as he strolls down the tabletop to the new setting*
Now, look here, mock batrachian! We'll have none of that, unless you wish to test Her Majesty's interest in frog dissections...
I've got my eye on you lot.
Every last one of you.
One eye.
All of you.
At the same time.
How does he do it you ask?
How is the not quicker than this one gishy eye?
Gestalt, I tell you.........full bab, d12 hitdice, 9th level spells at 17th level..........every save is a good save whether he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.....
Aye. I'm watching you.....and the Queen is Blooddrunk!
Dissection, yessss. I went through that once. Quite intriguing - if painful! - business. I dare say little has ever met up to watching my own hearts beating in dissonant nontandem and gleefully observing the nauseated look on the physician's facade at the inordinance of my so-called internal combobulations. I do believe I may even have a scar or two remaining from the ordeal, though I think it has migrated to my leg and shoulder over the years.
*sips*
More tea vicar?
::Leaps over head from one branch to another, depositing Dodo doo on the Gish's head as it goes::
SQUAWK!
habeas corpus, pro patria mori, carpe diem, flavius, pax!
flaming shield makes quick work of do do po po, bird bird turd is the word as you like it.
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Lumi Takes her tea and answers, "I do not know why a raven is like a writing desk." she begins to sip it, Twas not a single spill upon her clothes. I am Luminiere Del Solaras I, i am an angel from the heavens. i can manipulate the light, and i am a practitioner of the restorative arts as well. unlike most angels, i haven't any wings.
I have double prop helicopters.
I HAVE STICKS THROUGH MY HEAD!
Speaking of wings, has anyone seen Starscream?
I'll have wings some day.......
*Rides through thread, flapping his arms trying to gain lift*
I can't smurfin' fly!
Has anyone seen my ornithopter?
unlike most angels, i haven't any wings.
We can correct that, if you like. Yessss.
*her butterfly wings sparkle as she flys-by*
*is jet propelled*
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unlike most angels, i haven't any wings.We can correct that, if you like. Yessss.
"i don't really need that corrected. i had found ways to compensate through manipulation of the light. and with a lot less bulk as well. i beleive it is a blessing." Lumi Sips her tea and asks, "is it possible to warm some honey in a bowl? i'd like to eat warm honey off a spoon, creating a ramp of light to walk on has made me hungry."
*puts sparkles into a bowl, which magically turn into warm honey*
Can I have my pants black?
*sprinkles fairy dust on the pants, which instantly turn black*
There ya go, deary!
Are we running low on loose tea?
*Puts several tea bricks into a garbage can. Pulls a chainsaw out from under the table and gases it up with tea from the elaborate chemistry set on the table. Yanks the cord and the saw starts growling with an eardrum splitting roar, upon which he goes at the bricks in the can with ferocity*
<twists 'stasche> Hey, where's the blonde? There's a boobquake goin' on and I need to motor boat my way to safety. Hoo-Hah!
I'm going to try to cause a moobquake.
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Lumi eats her warm honey. she seemed addicted to the stuff. Twas Her "sinful indulgence." the consumption of warm honey, right off the spoon. her silver cross serving as a filter for the air around her. Twas hidden and starting to reveal itself. with all this pollution, she needed it. she also needed it to pass the gates of hell. as she would choke there without it.
Are we running low on loose tea?
*Puts several tea bricks into a garbage can. Pulls a chainsaw out from under the table and gases it up with tea from the elaborate chemistry set on the table. Yanks the cord and the saw starts growling with an eardrum splitting roar, upon which he goes at the bricks in the can with ferocity*
Allow me to assist with that, yesss.
*opens his carrying satchel and starts tossing in random objects from a seemingly-bottomless supply into the can*
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Speaking of wings, has anyone seen Starscream?
A couple days ago, 'Scream had scanned and impersonated the Mikaela Banes fleshling in order to emotionally manipulate and cripple the damned 'LadiesMan217.' I wonder why Starscream called it "Operation Nookie" though?
{wanders off to hardware store for a couple quarts of single malt motor oil and to get a spare copy made of Key of Vector Sigma}
<twirls 'stasche> Hey HEY! I want in on this operation nookie. I got some serious munchies after takin' a couple hits off me 'stasche. Wanna taste? If you're nice, I'll gladly give ya a pearl necklace. Hoo-Hah!
When you come back from the store, make sure to have picked me up a six pack of anti-freeze. I'll be prepared next time I crash land in the arctic.