Post by Headmistress Briarthorn on Apr 5, 2009 3:39:08 GMT -6
"Aya, Medea, hurry it up already." Muerto Riviera, also known as Mort, said impatiently outside of the mall clothing store. It was the dead of night, only a few, sparse lights illimunated the area. "Every minute we're here is one more minute that Lucky's gonna bust our balls."
Mort was unusual in that he was a walking, talking human skeleton. While he was dressed in somewhat normal, if baggy clothes, his head was covered in a conquistador's helmet, and he held a truly ancient rifle, a matchlock arquebus covered in runes and red glowing arcane symbols. Around his spine hung a gold medallion, a very ancient mezzoamerican style sun sybmol prominent on it.
"Oh shut up, Mort." A female voice replied, harsh before sinking into a smooth, melodic tone. "I've been deprived of beauty for too long. While these accomodations are plebian at best, there is genuine gold in here, and I intend to have my fill. And as neither of us has balls, as you so eloquently put it, I doubt we're in much danger."
If Mort had eyes, he would have been rolling them at that moment. "Hurry it up, will you, then?"
There was a horrible sound of metal screeching against metal, and then the sound of heavy footfalls approaching the smashed-open glass front to the store. A slender female figure appeared then, dressed in a very simple, but yet somehow elegant dress. She was well, almost perfectly, curved. She was also made entirely of what appeared to be blackened metal plates, riveted together and moving under their own power. Her face was perfectly sculpted, beautiful and feminine, save for the marionette-like drop-down mouth and the fire red glow in her eye sockets. Her hair was hundreds of thousands of tiny metal wires, hair thin and, from a distance, almost able to pass as them. In her dainty metal hand, she had a large wad of gold and silver jewelry.
Medea sighed, and steam escaped her mouth. "It is not much, but it will have to do. I hope it is real gold." The metal woman lifted the handful of jewelry to her mouth and sucked it all in, the fires in her eyes burning for a moment before her metal flesh turned to normal, darkly tanned human flesh, and her fire eyes became instead fiery green, her hair long, thick, black, and luxurious.
"Oh, so much better. And surprising quality too." She stretched a bit flexing her hands and toes. "I should get at least a week out of that." For not the first time, Medea hungrily eyed the medallion around Mort's neck.
"Trust me, sister, you don't want any of that. Hell, I don't want any of it." The skeleton replied. "Now come on, we still gotta pick up Crea and Cassandra."
Mort was unusual in that he was a walking, talking human skeleton. While he was dressed in somewhat normal, if baggy clothes, his head was covered in a conquistador's helmet, and he held a truly ancient rifle, a matchlock arquebus covered in runes and red glowing arcane symbols. Around his spine hung a gold medallion, a very ancient mezzoamerican style sun sybmol prominent on it.
"Oh shut up, Mort." A female voice replied, harsh before sinking into a smooth, melodic tone. "I've been deprived of beauty for too long. While these accomodations are plebian at best, there is genuine gold in here, and I intend to have my fill. And as neither of us has balls, as you so eloquently put it, I doubt we're in much danger."
If Mort had eyes, he would have been rolling them at that moment. "Hurry it up, will you, then?"
There was a horrible sound of metal screeching against metal, and then the sound of heavy footfalls approaching the smashed-open glass front to the store. A slender female figure appeared then, dressed in a very simple, but yet somehow elegant dress. She was well, almost perfectly, curved. She was also made entirely of what appeared to be blackened metal plates, riveted together and moving under their own power. Her face was perfectly sculpted, beautiful and feminine, save for the marionette-like drop-down mouth and the fire red glow in her eye sockets. Her hair was hundreds of thousands of tiny metal wires, hair thin and, from a distance, almost able to pass as them. In her dainty metal hand, she had a large wad of gold and silver jewelry.
Medea sighed, and steam escaped her mouth. "It is not much, but it will have to do. I hope it is real gold." The metal woman lifted the handful of jewelry to her mouth and sucked it all in, the fires in her eyes burning for a moment before her metal flesh turned to normal, darkly tanned human flesh, and her fire eyes became instead fiery green, her hair long, thick, black, and luxurious.
"Oh, so much better. And surprising quality too." She stretched a bit flexing her hands and toes. "I should get at least a week out of that." For not the first time, Medea hungrily eyed the medallion around Mort's neck.
"Trust me, sister, you don't want any of that. Hell, I don't want any of it." The skeleton replied. "Now come on, we still gotta pick up Crea and Cassandra."