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Post by Geneviere Schokokuss on Nov 22, 2014 7:20:47 GMT -5
[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield:300"]  GIVE ME SUGAR GIVE ME SOMETHING SWEET [attr="class","next"]A small finger poked into the center of a custard pie, pulling out a creamy sweet treat. An equally as petite mouth quickly licked it off as it cheerfully chanted the words to an old poem. "Handy spandy Jack-a-dandy.~" Her voice was like a child's and as was her body, sounding and looking no older than twelve years old. This was slightly misleading. After the initial taste, she then grabbed a nearby spoon and dove right in, not bothering to cut it into pieces or anything of the sort.
"Loved plumcake and sugar candy.~" This short-statued woman laid on a single red cushioned couch that sat in the center of a large room. There was only one window, but it took up the entire north wall, giving an excellent view of the city of Valhalla. The rest of the room was messy, every square inch being covered in stuffed animals, candy, and baked goods. The largest of all these stuffed animals was a seven foot tall pink chameleon with googly eyes that sat in the far corner.
"He bought some at a grocer's shop.~" This singing child covered in candy and toys was in fact not one at all, but a fully grown woman, if one would call her that. She stopped physically growing at the age of thirteen, something that made her very successful in the circus during her mortal years. Well, that and her countless talents; juggling, tightwalking, lion taming, clowning, and so much more.
"And out he came, hop, hop, hop!~" As she cheerfully finished the verse, a ringing sound filled the air. Somebody had ringed the doorbell, but who could it be? Room service, a delivery, a friend, an assassin? Any one of those would be fun!
"Coooome in.~" HP: 6 MP: 17 [attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"] NOTES STATUS NOTES: --- TAGS: Open WORD COUNT: 294 MUSIC: Click here [newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1"]height: 18px; width:275px; -moz-transition-delay: .0s; -webkit-transition-delay: .0s; -o-transition-delay: .0s; -ms-transition-delay: .0s; transition-delay: .0s; -moz-transition-duration: .2s; -webkit-transition-duration: .2s; -o-transition-duration: .2s; -ms-transition-duration: .2s; transition-duration: 2s; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; position: relative; opacity:0.2; position:left[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1:hover"]height: 115px; width:275px; overflow: auto;padding: 5px; -moz-transition-delay: .5s; -webkit-transition-delay: .5s; -o-transition-delay: .5s; -ms-transition-delay: .5s; transition-delay: .5s; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 10px;opacity:0.8;[/newclass] |
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Post by Valdís Raghild on Dec 7, 2014 0:56:01 GMT -5
[attr="class","BOXU"]  | STRENGTH: +3 | | ENDURANCE: +7 | | MAGIC: +2 | | BARRIER: 0 | | DEXTERITY: +3 | | SPEED: 0 |
HEALTH: 100% (13/13) MANA: 100% (10/10) Rap tap-a-tap-tap.
One-and-a-two-and, went the small hand of the pink-haired businesswoman as she went door-to-door, doing a little bit of her sales herself. She may have had others available to make her sales for her, and of course, her shops, placed strategically throughout Valhalla, having sprung up like McDonald’s in New York, wherever that was, but she had her reasons for making this sales trip more personal. Namely, brand loyalty.
Aunt Jemima’s pancakes; Betty Crocker’s cupcakes; Jolly Roger’s crab cakes. All of them had one thing in common! A name and a face, all of them had a name and a face. People love buying stuff when they can put a loving and/or pirate-y persona behind the product. They like to know who baked their goods, so that when they eat them, they can tell it was really crafted with love and/or rum. That it was genuine! So obviously, Valdís Raghild’s Famous Pudding needed her to go forth and spread the word in person! Something that hideous fishmonster Crocker never bothered to do.
“Good day, sir! My name is Valdís Raghild, and I am the proud owner and proprietor of Valdís Raghild’s Famous Pudding- you may have heard of us, a la the ‘famous’ part, hehe. Would you care to purchase any of our fine products on this beautiful day?” The man grunted, before peering down to her. He was rather tall, standing at would should have been an intimidating 7’4”, if it weren’t for the cat girl’s innate sense of not giving a shit. She really should have been from a planet of honeybadger people, with that attitude.
She was a warrior, a VIKING warrior, of course she would be unfettered by this behemoth of a man. For what she lacked in size, she made up for in ruthless aggression and a war axe. It was probably a form of compensation for her height, but that also didn’t really even matter. She liked it because it was sharp and scary and that was that. At any rate, the man finally found her down below, and gave a wave of his large meaty hand. “Hello, miss. Pudding, you say? What kinds do you have? And how much would this pudding be?” She gave a light chuckle.
“What kind would you like? Pick your poison, so they say, lay it on me, I’m sure we got it.” The man pondered for a moment, before responding. “Almond paste and applesauce, perchance?” She gave a stylish flip of one of her pink pigtails, and a flick of her tail, as she nodded affirmatively. “Of course we do, what kind of pudding empire doesn’t have almond paste and applesauce? That’ll be 50 Hacksilver for a small tub, 125 for a medium, and we’re running a special discount today- only 199 for a large tub of pudding.” As ruthless in sales as she was in battle, as always.
The man scratched the back of his neck, sighing. “Hmm… I wish I could afford to buy your pudding, it does sound quite good… But I just don’t have the cash right now terribly, sorry.” The pink-haired feline narrowed her eyes slightly, her ears falling back and her tail dropping. So this was how he wanted to be? “Oh. Well, then. I’m suuuuure you’ll be able to find cheaper pudding of equal quality somewhere, then. Maybe. Probably won’t be the flavor you wanted, though, but…” She sighed, smirking as she exited the room, grabbing her pudding cart once more. “I guess beggars can’t be choosers. Quite a sad and sorry case, you poor lower class peasants… Well, have as good a day as you can scrape out of your sad, pitiful gutter, I suppose. Adieu. That means goodbye, by the way.”
And so she was on her way, headed to the next door. She approached one, the next room on the hall. It had a rather ornate door knocker, which she grasped firmly with both hands, hefting the surprisingly weighty thing up before slamming it three times into the door. BANG. BANG. BANG.
The door mysteriously cascaded open, seemingly of its own accord. The brave Viking warrior considered turning away only briefly, before deciding to throw caution to the wind and enter anyways. She stepped inside the massive hallowed halls of what appeared to be an old Victorian castle, as a cold breeze blew in. This was suddenly rather eerie. “Hello?” she called out, hoping somebody would answer. No reply. Well, she figured nobody was home, then. “Eh, I guess I’ll be go-”
“NOT! So fast!” Valdís turned back around to see a pair of what appeared to be succubi. It was a good thing she’d come prepared. She withdrew two dark red tubs of pudding. The good stuff. “What is that? Put that down, insolent mortal!” The small woman raised a finger, frowning at the demoness with a tsking sound. “Actually, we’re all pretty much immortal, so none of us are mortals, and secondly, this is Red Velvet blood pudding; the finest quality pudding offered by Valdís Raghild’s Famous Pudding- I’m Valdís Raghild, by the way. For all your demonic needs.” A bolt of flame whizzed by the white fur of her inner ears, as she twitched her nose in dismay, tail swishing back and forth in anticipation.
“It seems you don’t care for sweets, then. Very well.” She set the pudding down, and in doing so, drew her war axe, making a charge at the offending demon, yet to speak. The more verbose of the two immediately flew at the feline, attempting to clash blades with her, sword on axe. With great power, Just Desserts collided with the sword, sending it sailing. Valdís grinned, fangs bared victoriously. “That all ya got?” The winged devil shrieked in rage as she attempted to claw at Valdís’ eyes. Tired of dealing with her, the nimble Viking slid under her, charging the other succubus, who was suddenly pinned down between the approaching warrior and the railing of a grand staircase. Her loud scream was cut short as she found herself cleaved in two, the axe smashing through her and the oak railing alike.
{+ .5 Soul Obtained!}
A clawed grip on her shoulder turned her attention to the other succubus, behind her.
“You’ll pay for that, you fool!” As she spoke, sparks rose up from her hands, and with a dawning sense of premonition, the cat-like woman flung herself out of harm’s way, as fire flew from the demon’s fingertips, lighting ablaze everything in her path. She was like a flamethrower, and that fire seemed pretty deadly… She’d have to get creative.
Glancing around, she saw a high-up chandelier, poised above them. The succubus fully engaged in her fiery attack, Valdís was, for the most part, out of sight as she scaled the side of the staircase, agilely reaching the top in a matter of seconds. She turned to face the succubus, confident in her distance from the flames. “Hey, hothead. Up here.” As the demon looked up at her, it was already too late; her axe sheared through the chain holding the large glass ornament up, and it descended with all its might, shattering into millions of shards as it crushed the poor thing to death.
{+ .5 Soul Obtained!}
She clasped her hands together before sliding gracefully down the railing, not remembering that she’d broken a chunk of it towards the bottom, and falling, thankfully not on the shards too much. “Sayonara, succubi.” A good, snappy, one-liner later, and she was out the door, pudding cart in hand again.
The next door in the hallway was of a rather nice design, and as she pushed the doorbell, she could swear she heard that one song from the Nutcracker. Perhaps it was her imagination. The door opened, regardless, and within, a girl, not much shorter than herself, maybe half a foot’s difference, answered. She gave a smile. “Good day, madam! My name is Valdís Raghild, and I am the proud owner and proprietor of Valdís Raghild’s Famous Pudding- you may have heard of us, a la the ‘famous’ part, hehe. Would you care to purchase any of our fine products on this beautiful day?” She peeked around the room as she spoke; it was quite lovely, if a bit messy. It was also filled with sweets wrappers, and smelled like cookies… Jackpot. “And today’s your lucky day, I’m selling everything 40% off! Just for you!”
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Rank 2
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Post by Geneviere Schokokuss on Dec 9, 2014 9:40:51 GMT -5
[googlefont="Mrs Saint Delafield:300"]  GIVE ME SUGAR GIVE ME SOMETHING SWEET [attr="class","next"]" Well it's about time Vladimir Radcliff's Famous Pudding showed up!" The midget spoke cheerfully, looking up to the pink-haired delivery girl. She wasn't really sure how to pronounce her name, so she decided that saying a completely different one would work just as good. Who even decides a name, anyway? Why can't she just call and name people what she wanted? There weren't any rules against that, and therefore, that's how it would be! " Come in, come in!" She would add on, greeting and almost pushing the girl inside of her apartment. She didn't really like to leave the door open long. Weird shit went out in the hallways. Shit like fire-breathing succubi. Shit that Geneviere didn't want to be a part of. Anyway, now that her visitor was inside, the negotiations could begin. She had in fact bought a quite a bit of this pudding before, though not from this lady; she had noted to have never of seen her before in her life. On top of that, due to spending it all on a metric ton of custard cake, she hadn't any hacksilver on her. But she would have the pudding, oh yes, she would. " Oh, I'm not buying it!" The white-haired midget said in her standard jolly tone, twirling around taking a seat on top of the back of the couch. She had to hop up there to get there, but that wasn't a problem for her; it was nothing compared to the ridiculous tricks and stunts she had pulled off in the circus. " But I'm still getting it!" The girl said, while pointing to a corner full of empty pudding containers, and then to another corner. Something was vastly different about this corner from the rest of the room. It was stained with something red, the pastel paint upon the wall was peeling off, and most disturbing of all; there was a body. Two in fact. One male, one female. They seemed slightly rotted, meaning that they weren't fresh, and upon closer inspection, one would see the logos of two different delivery services upon their clothes. [ 1 SOUL GAINED...MUCH EARLIER. ] The girl then pointed back to her face and smiled, then bringing her index finger to a point and waving it around, creating a pink glitter along with it. It was some sort of magic, something that looked a bit sugary in nature as it flowed from her hand. She then flicked this wisp of energy towards one of the bodies, then repeated the action and sent a second towards the other. Within seconds, the disgusting rotted bodies turned into delicious snickerdoodle cookies. [ CORPSE COOKIE USED x2. -2 MP. ] Name: Corpse Cookie
Spell Type: Tier 1, Support (Glucomancy)
Description: Geneviere can turn a corpse into a cookie of any flavor of her choice. This takes the form of a cartooned version of the person no matter the flavor and gives one +1 MAG and +1 BAR for 2 posts when consumed. The small woman, rather than getting up from her seat, performed another magic trick. The energy looked the same as before, this time only black, " You see..." She flicked the magic over towards the cookies, summoning two tentacles made of black licorice from seemingly nowhere. These grabbed the baked prizes and slithered over to Geneviere like a pair of large snakes. " Give me five puddi-puddings and we can be best friends!" She closed her eyes and smiled as the she grabbed a cookie with each hand. One went straight to her mouth, while she held the other out towards her guest, offering it to her. [ BLACK LICORCE BINDING USED. -2 MP. ] Name: Black Licorice Binding
Spell Type: Tier 2, Assault (Glucomancy)
Description: The user summons forth up to four long strands of thick licorice that can be used to whip or bind the enemy. If they are used as the latter, the candy bindings slowly sap away one's energy for each post they are tangled in them. After one post, the victim will lose -1 BAR and -1 END, after two they will lose -2 BAR and -2 END, and after three it caps at -3 BAR and -3 END; in addition to slowing the target or making them immobile. " Or don't give me anything and I'll eat you!" HP: 14 MP: 22 [attr="class","crazyforthisgirl1"] NOTES STATUS NOTES: Corpse Cookie consumed, +1 MAG and +1 BAR for 2 posts. TAGS: Open WORD COUNT: 603 MUSIC: Click here [newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar]width: 5px;[/newclass][newclass=.next::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb]background: #fff;[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1"]height: 18px; width:275px; -moz-transition-delay: .0s; -webkit-transition-delay: .0s; -o-transition-delay: .0s; -ms-transition-delay: .0s; transition-delay: .0s; -moz-transition-duration: .2s; -webkit-transition-duration: .2s; -o-transition-duration: .2s; -ms-transition-duration: .2s; transition-duration: 2s; overflow: hidden; text-align: center; position: relative; opacity:0.2; position:left[/newclass] [newclass=".crazyforthisgirl1:hover"]height: 115px; width:275px; overflow: auto;padding: 5px; -moz-transition-delay: .5s; -webkit-transition-delay: .5s; -o-transition-delay: .5s; -ms-transition-delay: .5s; transition-delay: .5s; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 10px;opacity:0.8;[/newclass] |
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