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Post by 42zombies on Dec 23, 2009 14:53:00 GMT -5
(OOC: Expect massive ammounts of Santa-y goodness in this thread. If you're interested in a fun time, join in.)
"... So, this is where we're having our party?"
Walter grimaced as he inspected the apartment lobby. "Jeez, 4, you could've sprung for a nicer place; I mean, when Mick was in charge, he at least got us a hotel."
4 grimaced; he hadn't wanted to be in charge of the annual 'Non-Denominational Executioners' Politically-Correct Party', but he had been hand-picked by Lucien after botching up a job.
"It was the best I could do on such short notice." 4 explained angrily. "I almost-kinda live here; just be thankful."
"Well, at least there are decorations." June commented as she helped an already-drunk Zenith into a chair. She looked up at the tensil and holly that lined the top of the lobby and sighed. "Oh, well; guess we'll have to make do. Where's the booze?"
"... booze?" 4 bit his lip, just like that Twilight chick. Was he supposed to get the refreshments? Thinking quickly, 4 pulled out his gun and fired seven quick, loud shots into the ceiling.
That was bound to wake someone up. Hopefully, someone with booze.
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Post by pieandchips on Dec 23, 2009 23:18:37 GMT -5
"Before I kill you for waking me up, may I ask why you just shot your gun a buncha times?" asked Falco, who came down with two six-packs of beer. "...These are mine, by the way"
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Post by 42zombies on Dec 24, 2009 9:28:12 GMT -5
"Well, it wasn't because we're having a Christmas party and we need beer." 4 answered. He stared at Falco for a moment. "Hey... how can you drink that beer if you have a beak?"
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Post by nintendonut1 on Dec 24, 2009 14:45:33 GMT -5
"SANTAAAAAAAA!!![/b]"
A happily crowing voice disturbed the night yet again, waking up whoever WASN'T woken up by the gunshots. Down the staircase stumbled Ed, tripping down and falling on his face.
Dizzily, he looked up, the ball of his Santa hat flopping over and covering half his face. "...Santa?"
Fleetfoot soon followed, evaluating the lobby scene from the doorway. Finally, his inward gaze rested on Ed, shaking his head.
"I TOLD you it was unlikely to be Santa," he muttered. "He doesn't sound like the kind of person to carry around a loaded gun."
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Post by night sky on Dec 24, 2009 16:14:51 GMT -5
Charlie had heard the gun and came running, or more specificly the young lion had heard the shots and they had all come to make sure every thing was fine. "What's going on" he asked.
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Post by 42zombies on Dec 24, 2009 16:48:35 GMT -5
"Oh, hey one-eyebrow-guy." 4 greeted with a curt wave. "Sorry for waking you and pointy-ears up. Just trying to get some refreshments."
"It's X-Mas Eve. You could've not used a gun." Walter pointed out. 4 stared at him, bewildered.
"Did... did you just actually say 'X-Mas'?" "Yeah." "... Dude, it's Christmas." "No, man; I always see it spelled 'X-Mas'." Walter responded with a smile. "Cartoon specials can't lie!"
"Did somebody say X-men?!"
With a boom, Jackpot kicked the lobby door open (Not really needed; it wasn't locked.) Calmly, he and Blight walked in, both dressed in full uniform. However, for the season, festive Santa hats had been added to their typical clothing.
"... No." 4 answered calmly. "Nobody said 'X-Men'." "I kind of did." "Shut up, Walter!"
"No, he's right-- I heard 'X-Men." Badness responded from behind the doorman's desk. He and Psycho were helping themselves to stockingfulls (Not their stockings, either) of candy. "I don't know why people say you're the sane one, 4."
"... Who says that?" 4 asked, exasperated. "And how the hell did you get here?!" "Secret tunnel." "... Oh, okay."
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Post by pieandchips on Dec 24, 2009 17:44:18 GMT -5
"Because shut up. That's how I can drink beer with a beak." replied Falco.
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Post by 42zombies on Dec 24, 2009 22:15:03 GMT -5
"I'm just saying that--" 4's logical rebuttal was cut short by a pounding sound from the very upper wall of the lobby.
Badness looked up to the source of the noise, confused. "Is it hailing or something?" He asked calmly. The pounding grew louder until cracks began to appear in the plaster of the wall. Then, silent night; until...
CRASH!
In an explosion of asbestos and plaster, a large chunk of wall came crashing inwards as two figures flew into the lobby, landing in the center of this ring of individuals. One of them was a horrid demon, covered in fur and horns and claws-- its face like an ape's, teeth like knives. Its companion was a large fellow, dressed in a strangely familiar red suit with a white trim. He wore a white cap atop his greyed hair and beard.
"Hmm!" The man exclaimed, his face bubbling into a joyful smile. "Well, there's no chimney, but I suppose that it was the best way to get in here, eh, Krampus?" This oh-so-familiar jolly fellow let out a laugh, setting down a sack he carried over his shoulder while the demon beside him growled evilly.
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Post by night sky on Dec 24, 2009 22:25:39 GMT -5
"Santa?" Charlie asked incredulously.
"Who's santa charlie?" Elsina asked speaking lion since she was a lion.
"Santa is a legendary man, who fiys around the world once a year to deliver presents to all the good little boys and girls while giving the naughty ones a lump of coal. charlie responded in feline.
"wow." Elsina was impressed, easy to impress a cub.
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Post by 42zombies on Dec 25, 2009 14:54:42 GMT -5
Santa laughed. "Coal?" He asked Charlie, rosy cheeks raised in a smile. Apparently, Santa had understood the language. "Coal is a costly energy source, Charlie! No, no; ever since I started out my business, I've punished naughty children by beating them senseless with chains."
"Yup. That's how I remember it." Psycho nodded calmly.
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Post by pieandchips on Dec 25, 2009 15:08:14 GMT -5
(XD... And I don't say that very often!)
"So, Santa, did you bring me anything for Christmas this year?" asked Falco. "Or me" asked Bender, who popped up out of nowhere, but had already drank all of Falco's beer. "HEY!" Falco shouted, to which Bender responded with "Shut up, meatbag!"
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Post by nintendonut1 on Dec 25, 2009 15:18:21 GMT -5
There was a pause, a gentle pause, mind you, in which Ed's eyes nearly bulged past the size of his head. In fact, they did. My bad.
"....uh...." Fleetfoot carefully leaned in, thinking Ed to be ill. "...Ed?"
A big gasp of inhaled air, then....
"SAAAAAAAANTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"[/b][/size]
Ed's head whacked into Fleetfoot's chin, sending the elf flying, but the oaf was hardly detered, darting towards Santa with a speed that would've made Eddy's usual sprints look like a stroll in the park. Tripping, he collapsed at the old man's feet, wrapping his arms around his ankles and staring up at him with childish eyes, whimpering in glee.
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Post by 42zombies on Dec 25, 2009 15:24:19 GMT -5
Santa laughed joyfully. "Hello there, Ed! I've got something very special for you!" As the jolly old elf lifted up the edge of his sack, a very familiar noise emerged as something began to crawl out of the darkness.
"Is that..." Badness stared on in confusion. "... a chicken?"
Santa gently lifted the golden chicken up as it clucked in minor confusion. "Merry Christmas, Ed!" He set the fowl on Ed's back, where it proceeded to set down.
"Now, as for you, Falco..." Reaching into his sack again, Santa pulled out something wrapped up in bright, festive paper. He tossed it to Falco's waiting hands, smiling all the while.
"A new blaster!" Santa laughed, his belly shaking as he did so. "Now... Bender..."
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Post by nintendonut1 on Dec 25, 2009 15:36:38 GMT -5
It's almost pointless to state the next sentence, as it's pretty much expect. But I shall anyway.
Ed's face lit up like Christmas lights. At the Balian Mansion.
"CHICKEN!!![/b]" Ed scrambled up, bringing the chicken into his arms with a gentle hug and a soft, happy coo.
Rubbing his chin, Fleetfoot laughed. "What you always wanted, huh, Ed?"
"I'm naming you Penelope...!"
(You've probably never heard of the Balian Mansion; they live a few cities away from me, in Altadena, California. They're a family owners of an ice cream company, and every year, their mansion is decked out in biggest and brightest collection of Christmas lights. We joke that it's visible from space. XD And EVERYONE, ourselves included, come to see, especially Christmas Eve. Google images of it, it's quite awesome.)
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Post by night sky on Dec 25, 2009 17:01:39 GMT -5
Charlie, the young lion, Elsina, and Ninu the chameleon, and Sergei the cat all gaped at santa for being able to understand the language. "Ok then, forgive me for my misunderstanding." Charlie responded.
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