Not Quite Sane

<h4>>> Not Quite Sane <<</h4><span style='font-size:9pt;line-height:100%'><span style='font-family:Arial'><p align=justify><span style='color:#99CCFF'>Who?</span>
/+/ Eris Discordia Dustri (played by moi) /+/ Daemon (played by Straken kavor) /+/ Phoenix (played by madgirl2003) /+/ Asphyxia (played by Silith) /+/ Xavier (played by Precaution) /+/ Kayhda (played by chocobeans84) /+/

<span style='color:#99CCFF'>When? </span>(Timestamp)
Mia 28 81379

<span style='color:#99CCFF'>Joining Requirements </span>
You'll Need...
/+/ To read the http://shadowlack.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=3230Evil Master Minds Anonymous </a>thread and post that you want to join there.
/+/ A sense of humour and an evil/whacko charrie to rp.

Let the madness begin...

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<span style='color:99CCFF'>"Speech"</span> <span style='color:99CCFF'>"Thoughts"</span> Narration
Brows furrowed, disdainful eyes looked up to a sky of pristine blue. Not a cloud in sight, not one pesky volatile, nothing. There was abso-bloody-lutely nothing there to mar the perfection above.

<span style='color:99CCFF'>"How utterly despicable,"</span> muttered the dragon darkly, a childish scowl filling her features. What right had the world to be so happy and perfect without her consent? None, that was what. Those disobedient fools... Curse them and their stupid bliss! Ooooh... She would show them what infringing her rules meant. No death was slow or painful enough for the million sadistic punishements that filled her thoughts.

And as though the disgustingly beautiful heavens above weren't enough, in the center of it all was the arrogant form of the smirking Sun, who taunted Eris as it shined its sickeningly bright rays on her with all its might. Shading her rain-coloured eyes with her right paw, Eris spat in the Sun's general direction. And just as easily as her mind had created the image of an infuriating bragging sun, Eris now saw a humiliated Sun that seemed to acknowledge her superiority. She smirked, satisfied.
<span style='color:99CCFF'>"That's right. Know your superior when you see her." </span>Eris hissed to herself.

She was about to spit again, for good measure, but her plan was thwarted by an interruption. And Eris hated being interrupted. Lifting the tiny culprit to her face she studied it carefully.
"What is it Precious?" she whispered angrily, burdening the little Drakon with her questioning gaze. The little critter began dancing and shrieking excitedly in a fashion that only its mistress could comprehend.

<span style='color:99CCFF'>"People you say? Why would there be people, Precious? I thought we were alone? Is that not why we came to the desert? I hate people. They have cooties. Yes they do Precious. Why would lousy pesky 'dragons invade out territory, is this some kind of conspiracy! What bloody idiotic fool would invite them here?!..."</span>If Drakons could roll their eyes, 'Precious' would have done so. It loved its mistress dearly but it could only take so much of her paranoid ranting and selective memory.
<span style='color:99CCFF'>"... What is it, Love? You say I invited them? I did not. You saw me do it? Saw me send the invitations? Nonsense. I never invited those pesky... No I didn't, don't tell me I did Precious! I didn't. No I did not. And even if I did... What would I have invited them for? You don't know, Love? Very well, I suppose I should go and welcome our guests then. Yes, yes you were right and I was wrong. Oh, don't make me repeat it. Ok then, I was wrong and you were right you insufferable know-it-all. Happy? Now lead on, I suppose I will have to deal with them now that they're here." </span>

A few curses and angry inner dialogues later Eris was standing in front of a small group of what she suspected to be the worst denizens of Ramath.
<span style='color:99CCFF'>"Oh la, Precious, there are so many of them. Oh la, they're all looking at me.. Lalala... Stop looking at me peoples." </span>Eris muttered nervously aloud.

Then, clearing her throat, she began her impromptu speech.
<span style='color:99CCFF'>"Welcome, welcome my fellow evil 'dragons. You of course all know why you are here," Well I sure do hope you do because I have no idea whatsoever as to why I invited you. Well well, let us begin then.</span>

<span style='color:99CCFF'>"These..." </span>she began, waving sheets of parchment which had suddenly appeared in her paws, <span style='color:99CCFF'>"Are..." </span>What are they? she wondered, looking at them as though for the first time,<span style='color:99CCFF'>"These are... Questionnaires </span>(which she now vaguely remembered writing).

Eris handed each a copy of the "questionnaire", which was written in her untidy and alarmingly large and psychotic claw-writing.

Each read the following three questions:
What is your name?
What is your quest?
What is your favourite colour?"





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Asphyxia smoothed the paper between her boney fingers, her lizard-like tongue running over the surface of her yellow-stained canines. A questionnaire. How quaint. The prescnese of so many other... 'personable' 'dragons set a rather tense mood to the atmosphere. Invisable to all but her, Kaiyaki curled lovingly about her upper right arm, like an exotic piece of jewelry, although no mere ornaments eyes burned crimson with an inner fire.

The ghoul eyed the other pendragons, a sly smile tugged at her paper thin lips. Lick a single talon-like claw, Asp began to fill out the questionnarie in precise, careful handwriting. Her claw-tip left a thin line of black whereever it touched the smooth surface of the paper, and close inspection would reveal that her answers had been lightly burnt into the parchment.


What is your name? Lady Asphyxia Nyote.
What is your quest? I have no quest, save to enjoy my life to the fullest extent possible.
What is your favourite colour? I am rather fond of the color silver, although I am also partial to a rich wine red.

 

Gah. Double posted.

 

<span style='color:FFFFFF'>"Telepathy"</span><span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>Shall we keep the posting order? Or not?</td></tr></table>
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<span style='color:#99CCFF'>"It's working Precious, it's working! They haven't tried to kill me yet, not once! And did you see how I... What? No, I am not paranoid! Don't call me paranoid Precious! What are you saying now? That they can probably hear me and I am making a spectacle of myself. I am not. It's not as though I'm speaking aloud Precious, don't be ridiculus. I am speaking aloud? Am not... I am?! Oh la Precious, does that mean they can hear me? Right now?" </span>muttered Eris incoherently as she waited for the others to fill in the "questionnaires".
Luckily for her, they were either all too absorbed or too far away to make out what she had been saying.

She smirked gleefully when one completed form was handed back to her.

1.I am known as The Beast. My foolish host is named Xavier Galdon.
<span style='color:FFFFFF'>"Hmmm... The Beast. Such a nice name. Or not. An impersonator, hmmm? Interesting. And does your host ever manifest himself at inopportune times?"</span>
2.My Quest is clear, to kill, destroy, and create misery for all life.
<span style='color:FFFFFF'>"Aha. Same here. Destruction and misery, yuss yuss. Jolly good."</span>
3.Crimson, like the blood of my prey...
<span style='color:FFFFFF'>No originality whatsoever. Oh, well, it will have to do. </span>

Soon after this another questionnaire was handed back to her.

What is your name? Lady Asphyxia Nyote.
<span style='color:FFFFFF'>Asphyxia... Now that is a nice name. Almost as beautiful as mine. Hmmm...</span>What is your quest? I have no quest, save to enjoy my life to the fullest extent possible.
<span style='color:FFFFFF'>If enjoying your life includes ruining those of others then by all means, do so. </span>What is your favourite colour? I am rather fond of the color silver, although I am also partial to a rich wine red.
<span style='color:FFFFFF'>Red again. It was to be expected. Oh well, you get brownie points for the silver.</span>






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<p align=justify><span style='font-family:Arial'><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:aliceblue'>"What's taking them so bloody long, Love? How long does it take to answer three bleeding... What are you saying Precious? That I should give them more time? That I'm being an impatient and immature bint? I've told you not to call me that Precious! No I am not a bint... Nor am I immature. I'm just different is all. Ah, what have we got here, Love?"</span>

Quickly scanning through Phoenix's entry, Eris nodded approvingly, and the turned to face the crowd.
"The questionnaire answers I have been reading have been rather pleasing albeit terribly clichéd. It baffles me that no one has yet said that their favourite colour was <span style='color:hotpink'>hotpink</span>, for surely that must be the most evil colour. It makes me shudder just to think of it."
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<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>*pokes* Perhaps I should pm them to remind them of the existence of the thread? Or would that be considered harrassement ? ;)</td></tr></table>
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The silver 'dragon was slightly taken aback by the rebellious tone of the not one but two impudent pendragons who had just dared question her logic. A full year of self-imposed sequestration had been long enough for her to forget how terribly tiresome interaction with others could be. They seemed to believe they were entitled to their own opinion. How sad! Not only that, unlike her little reptilian friend, she doubted she could bully them into agreeing with her. They were, after all, a lot bigger than her. And a lot evil-er, it would seem. But how could that be? Wasn't she the very epitome of evilness? Didn't sadistic tendencies and random urges to kill indiscriminately make you evil? Perhaps she was just mad and not really evil.

No, no, she was evil. And she'd show them. Oh yes she would. And if that didn't work... Well, she knew just what to do. And that involved stabbing. A lot of it. Stabbity stab stab.

Eris' rain coloured orbs were suddenly eerily vacant, rendering her even more loony looking than before. Seconds later however, they were back in focus and shining with newfound malice.

"No more Mrs Nice Gal."

Turning her alternately steely and scalding glare to the first offender, aka Phoenix, Eris smirked dangerously.
<span style='color:steelblue'>"Black and Red, colours of evil? Certainly my dear, that is the convention."</span>, she replied, her voice deceptively sweet, <span style='color:steelblue'>"But little did I know that I had invited a bunch of petty conservatives. And they call themselves evil masterminds, do they? Pathetic. And here I was thinking that surely one of you miserable whelps would have had the brilliance to go against the norms! But no, all I have are commoners. Incapable of extravagence, of genius... How pathetic."</span>

Her attention was then focused on the second offender, aka the Beast.
<span style='color:steelblue'>"... Yes, I was a fool, as you put it, Darling. A fool to believe than any of you lowly wannabes would be worthy of the plans I had for you. Are you hungry, Dear? I'm sure any of your neighbours would make a delectable snack. It's not as though anyone is going to miss their so called evilness or should I say their lack thereof?" </span>She was now laughing a hollow laugh.

She then spat disgustedly in the group's general direction before continuing. But this time, her voice was a lot lower and each word coated in venom.
<span style='color:steelblue'>"... Ros sji sy aus na yj em umifui hujn na ump E tfauj iyo fell gui ty paujli shus fham E'n pyma fesh iyo, mys abam shyta paujats sy iyo fell jakydmeta iyo ump umi ausemd pyma ri iyo fell ra pyma beu u tsjuf . Ompajtsyyp?"
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