The Manor Darkly Is Not Enough - Maid RPG

Gemma's gaze flickered briefly to the tipped over plastic cup sitting beside her master's throne and the puddle of Dr. Pepper it was laying in, but she didn't comment. "Alright Master, I think I understand what you mean," she said, mercififully straightening up and exiting his personal space.

Gemma then flipped the hood of her cloak over her head so that only her luminescent silver cats' eyes and feral grin could be seen within the shadows. "I'll make sure to watch her carefully the next time she's handling the men," she rumbled in a hungry, throaty purr, licking her lips. "But for now, I will fetch Master's lemonade - and a mop!"

Dipping into a grandiose, sweeping bow, Gemma stalked back to the kitchen, tittering evilly all the way. I wonder if she uses the exit that Berenice is hiding near...

edited 1st Oct '11 8:15:42 AM by Alhazred23

Hearing the conversation end, Berenice took a few steps back from the door so she could pretend she had just arrived.

Of course she'd have to stop giggling to make it plausible.

Giggling and slinking along with her head down and her face hidden in her cowl like a deranged cultist, Gemma almost plowed right into Berenice as she sidled through the service door of the ballroom. "Ah, Bennie!" she squealed, brightening instantly and leaping into an ambush hug. As Gemma burried her face in Berenice's bossom one of the spikes on the older maid's uniform snagged the corner of her hood, pulling it back to reveal the less than innocent smile on her face.

Gemma held the hug for one more long, groping squeeze and then hopped away, still grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "Well, you look like you're having an excellent day. Did you find another defenseless schoolgirl to take advantage of?" she asked, the tops of her ears making a flat line to emphasize her hooded eyes and sarcastic tone.

edited 1st Oct '11 6:55:31 PM by Alhazred23

Even though Berenice had been subjected to at least twenty of these ambush hugs, they still caught the albino by surprise... even more so the groping and... fondness for her "assets".

Berenice's mouth formed a fine line at the grin and she hoped she wasn't blushing.

"The day has been going well enough, I sent four of our Master's men to go find Snookums." Berenice stated, "I should probably text them now." Pulling out her phone she gave the young maid a pointed look, "You haven't been tormenting the Master too much I hope."

"Bah, I've been good," Gemma replied with a dismissive wave; she hadn't made fun of his age or sat in his lap or anything! "He just makes it soooo easy though; if he wants people to stop taking the piss outta him he needs to stop bein' such a bloody wanker!" she snipped, laying the accent on thick just to see what sort of face Berenice would make next.

When the phone in Berenice's hand began vibrating to signal a text Gemma got closer so she could look as well, snuggling into the albino maid's side in the process. "Anything yet?" she asked with a tiny note of concern; she kind of liked Snookums. The last time one of the mooks had a birthday party he'd made all of the balloon animals 'anatomically correct' as a joke.

edited 2nd Oct '11 7:33:52 AM by Alhazred23

It was pretty weird for an angel to be working (willingly and entusiastically so) for a criminal mastermind - even if the latter term was up for debate. It was equally peculiar for that angel to be a maid, and to have spent the entire previous evening staring at and periodically staring at the floor. All of these statements were true about Suika. She had become convinced that the bad guys were going to come through the floor of the bathroom, attempting to sneak in and steal the Master's shoes. Which at the moment were the key to the Master maintaining peace and order in the world and making everyone happy. For her it seemed the only way to keep them out was to watch that floor. Cleaning it repeatedly made it easier to see them coming, but thankfully nothing came of it. No one else was allowed to use that bathroom all night but it was a worthy sacrifice.

And being that she didn't need much sleep, the easily tricked angel was up and about her duties still. Though since she hadn't been issued any orders she was actually just wandering a bit aimlessly. That got boring after two hours, so she'd elected to go see if His Benevelonce the master needed anything. She'd just begun approaching the throne room when she noticed Gemma sidling up to Berenice.

As usual, Suika had a merry smile on her face as she commented, "That's so cute, are you two together now?" A moment's thought later, she added, "Be nice to each other or I'll have to do some smiting. And that's not fun for anyone."

Berenice bit back a grin at the accent -it was rather amusing- as she looked to her now vibrating phone. Only Flufflykins had gotten back to her and with bad news.

"Damn it." The pink-haired woman snarled, "The other three better turn up something cuz I'm-"

She was stopped midsentence by Suika. She wasn't sure how she liked Suika - good maid but her naivete made her exremely ditzy in Berenice's opinion.

What she knew she didn't like though -

"Together with Gemma? I don't need the legal problems." Struck by impulse Berenice ruffled Gemma's hair a bit through her hood.

Gemma purred contentedly for a second as Berenice ruffled her hair, but when the older maid was finished she looked up with a pout of disappointment. "Aaaw..." Leaning away, Gemma grabbed hold of Berenice's uniform and started rocking back and forth theatrically. "What kind of reason is that? We live in a gated community, Bennie! All we ever get here are chimps, and even the Master can scare them off!"

Of course, Gemma knew that the real danger wasn't the community police, but OFFE's prickly human resouces manager, but the woman had been suspiciously quiet lately; something about a union dispute, maybe? At that thought the catgirl turned to Suika, a conniving leer on her face. "Hey, Suika, you should talk to the Master and see if you can't get him to replace that old crow in HR and give you the job. That way you wouldn't get in trouble with the Master so much for smiting folks that deserve it. Everybody would be happy then, right?"

edited 2nd Oct '11 1:07:31 PM by Alhazred23

Berenice was calm on the outside but on the inside she was blushing like mad - dammit Gemma! The girl was right though - there wasn't any attractive young male meat for miles... unless you counted Mister Superspy who had his own harem assortment of maids.

"Gemma, I swear I wasn't as dirty minded as you when I was your age."

Looking towards the angel, Berenice actually thought Jailbait was onto something there - she hated that old bat as much as anyone else.

Bloody well telling me to control my temper.

"Yeah, it'd be a good idea if you tried for that - you know that your powers would be of better use there."

edited 2nd Oct '11 11:06:36 AM by StolenByFaeries

"Ooooh, so you're not together? Right," Suika nodded, making a mental note of it so that she wouldn't assume that the two maids were an item later. But then she stared at Gemma and asked, very sincerely, "Wait, there were monkeys here? When did that happen? It wasn't like that movie where they all start attacking people, was it?"

Thus the seeds of an imagined simian rebellion were planted in the angel's mind. For a moment she looked awfully concerned about that prospect, and wondered idly what smiting a chimpanzee would be like. But monkeys could be cute! On the other hand anything that threatened His Benevolence was bad and therefore monkeys were bad. Before she could get any farther in her anti-monkey thinking, the other two maids made a very intriguing suggestion. And with her total lack of cunning, it seemed like a perfectly good idea too. That old lady in HR had always been kind of mean, anyway.

"Smiting people who get fired would be a good way to use my powers.. and that lady's never been that nice to me. And I think she complained about the Master a couple times," Suika considered aloud, then looked to the other maids and asked, "You really think I should? His Benevolence might not want to be disturbed about something like this right now."

Berenice shook her head at the angel - she was an odd one to work with. But at least she'd never caught her trying to peek at her changing.

"Of course you should - he wouldn't mind terri-" Berenice was cut off by her phone vibrating. Flipping it open it took all of a second for a smiel worthy of slashers to appear on her face.

Without a moment to spare she walked back into the Master's throne room.

"Master! Danny-boy has the McGuffin papers and he's all alone with the maids."

"What?" His Supreme Darkness said. "You mean AWNN really is that arrogant?!? Excellent! Prepare my flying machine!"

Berenice: "You mean that wood and canvas biplane?"

"I'll have you know that its non-metal structure renders it virtually invisible to radar and other modern sensors!"

Berenice: "And the Snoopy doll?"

"Just prepare it! And send another maid to get my goggles and scarf!"

Berenice curtsied hastily before walking back out into the corridor.

"Suika! Gemma! One of you go fetch the goggles and scarf!" Berenice barked at the two girls before stalking through the mansion to prepare "the flying machine" - basically fetch fuel and rotate the wheels.

The number of dresses she'd lost to that oil stained deathtrap...

Turning to see that Berenice's highly audible cry of, He's all alone with the maids! had caused Suika to drift off into another one of her staring spells, Gemma released a weary sign and nodded. "Riiiight, goggles and scarf; ace. I'll just go dig those out of Wally's mountain of dirty socks and kickers, then," she muttered, walking fast to keep pace with Berenice as the taller maid headed for the roof. "Of course, Spyhold Manor is less than a block away, and it'd probably be faster just to walk there than to launch the biplane, circle around a couple times, find a thoroughfare long enough to land it on, then walk to the mansion from the plane - but what do a couple of maids know about 'dramatic entrances,' eh?"

edited 2nd Oct '11 11:10:12 PM by Alhazred23

Berenice snickered, "Tell me about it - if it were me I'd have hopped in the car, packed a few explosives, driven past and put a few holes in their windows." The albino shrugged, "But hey, it's not me, it's Walter."

She looked down at her cream dress, "And now this is going to get all filthy again. I hate washing."

Luck or skill roll, please, for getting 'Air Farce One' ready to fly.

While Berenice and Gemma were busy going to prepare the master's questionable flying machine for flight, Suika was still debating the idea of becoming HR manager. Would His Benevolence really let her ascend to such an important position? It might be fun, and she'd get to smite those who didn't follow his instructions or got in his way. Normally she did that anyway, but maybe if she had another title she could avoid being lectured about it. And if the other girls thought it was a good idea then it would certainly be okay to pursue it. Quickly snapping out of her stupor Suika rushed into the throne room, where she bowed deeply before the master.

"Sorry to bother you, Your Benevolence, but... can I be the HR manager? I promise I'll be really effective and only smite people you tell me to," she asked with big puppy eyes, then cheerfully added, "Also, no one has penetrated the household defenses through the bathroom floor!"

Berenice started work on the plane, taking care not to damage her dress this time.

skill: 3*5 = 15

"If I get one spit of oil on this, so help me I'll -"

edited 3rd Oct '11 6:31:56 AM by StolenByFaeries

"Hmm? What?" His Supreme Darkness looked up, distracted from searching his throne room for the one absolutely critical piece of flight equipment: An air sick bag. "Oh, it's you, Suika. HR Manager? That's a big responsibility and Ms. Fruitorange does the job, um, frighteningly well. Besides, you're already in charge of, um, keeping the bathroom floors safe."

- - -

Berenice manages to get His Supreme Darkness's biplane ready to fly without getting any oil or grease on her uniform or on the stuffed Snoopy toy sitting in the copilot seat. The toy has a scarf fastened around its neck and a pair of aviator goggles pulled down over its face.

edited 3rd Oct '11 7:02:23 AM by Nodrog

Berenice stood back to proudly admire her handy work -and to quickly hug the stuffed toy while no-one was looking- before deciding that she needed an update. His Supreme Darkness had to be as prepared as possible.

Hey boys - new info? Where's Snookums? Don't make me blow up your dorms. - Berenice

Meanwhile, Gemma arrived at the evil mastermind kitch apocalypse that was the Master's personal quarters. Gingerly stepping around an overturned 60's era egg chair, careful not to overturn any wine glasses sitting on the floor that might be breakable or else not quite empty, she began her search for Wally's much coveted flight goggles and scarf. Gemma rolls 1D6*LUCK=1*2=2... -_-;

...and immediately located those dirty knickers she was talking about earlier. "Oh, eew! Leopard-print briefs? And what is that stain!?" Tossing away the mystery underwear in disgust Gemma grabbed a handy bottle of white wine and poured it over her fingers to disinfect them.

"Bollocks to this!" Reaching into the depths of her cloak, Gemma pulled out four small strips of paper with eye-bending symbols and lines of Sankrit on them and a piece of chalk. After affixing the seals to the four corners of the doorway, she drew a pentacle within a circle decorated with more sanskrit around the threshold and began chanting.

Several seconds later a pair of cute purple kittens with bat wings stepped through the doorway, apparently out of thin air, and turned to look at Gemma expectantly. "Well? Flight Goggles and Scarf; hop to!" the catgirl demanded, shooing them away to their task. Gemma rolls 1D6*SKILL=4*2=8 to use summoned demon kittens to search Wally's filthy room.

Suika had a pouty expression when the Master indirectly deflected her question, though not because he didn't say yes. It was because he was looking for something and couldn't find it. As a maid of His Benevolence it was her job to assist him in any way possible, and here she was asking for a promotion. She was, therefore, pouting about not being invited to assist him in looking for the missing item.

"That's important.. though maybe not as important as making sure that renegade monkeys don't assault the manor," Suika responded politely, then folded her arms across her chest, "The fruit lady is really scary and mean to me. I have to smite bugs when they get into the manor, and sometimes.. um.. I break things..."

Getting to what she was really concerned about, she perked up, smiled happily and hopefully asked, "Can I help you find anything, Your Grace? I'd really like to help you find whatever's gone missing, and help make your plans for world peace easier."

edited 3rd Oct '11 7:56:01 AM by Bombadillo

Berenice's good mood was definitely soured by the news that came via her phone and now had her a bit worried about what the Master would do once he found out.

stress?

edited 3rd Oct '11 8:35:11 AM by StolenByFaeries

Wally... er, his Supreme Darkness nodded. He wasn't sure how the angel had misunderstood his goal of breaking the governments of the world into pieces, but her perkiness at least made up for her... well, ditziness. "I'm looking for my, um, emergancy stomach evacuation storage vassel." he said, not wanting to admit that he tended to get a bit airsick at times. Fortunately, in his beloved biplane, the only one to see was Snoopy, and the stuffed toy wasn't talking.

The two winged kittens soon manage to come back with the goggles, scarf, and a copy of 'Hench Wench - The adult magazine for evil geniuses'.

"Fantastic!" Gemma congratulated, wrapping her hand in the trailing edge of her cloak and accepting the goggles and scarf; she'd just have to remember to wash it later.

Gemma considered the magazine for a few extra seconds before shaking her head. "Nah, put it back," she ordered the more industrious kitten. "Good initiative, though!" She'd be damned if she would touch anything that Wally had definitely been wanking to - and anyway, seeing it in the flesh was so much better!

Her head filled with delicious visions of what she would be doing later that evening when she did her 'nightly surveillance' of Spyhold Manor, Gemma dismissed the demons and skipped back to the ballroom bearing her prize. "Your things, Master!" she proclaimed, offering up the goggles and scarf still gripped through the edge of her cloak.