"That, my dear, is what servants are for." Doom strode to the edge of the wall and peered down at the carcass below. "I would have suggested that the beast be flayed and tanned for use in armour for the troops, but unless its hide is tougher than it appears, it would be no better than a simple leather jerkin. Still, there may yet be a use for this drake..."
Any further musing on Doom's part was cut short as the page scampered up to the roof, a handful of tailors in tow. "W-w-we came as fast as we c-could, yer Lordship!"
"Good." The Latverian monarch then took one tattered corner of his cloak in one hand and whipped the entire thing off, then handed it over to the hapless boy, who took it with the utmost care—though this was less from deferrence to the king's garment than from attempting to avoid the spiky scales still jutting from its folds. "Have my cloak ready by sunrise and no later; I am not fond of tardy labourers. And boy, fetch me the cooks and the butchers; tell them to ready their finest blades and to ready as great a bonfire as they can manage."
"E-e-erm...n-not to offend yer Majesty, Sire, but might I asks why, just in case they wants to know?"
In response, Doom pointed at the wyvern's carcass below. "You see that wyrm, boy? They are to cook it and prepare a feast."
edited 5th Jan '11 7:57:42 PM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre Codex"And you insist on speaking of Doom as though he isn't standing five feet away from you," the Latverian monarch replied, not bothering to face the androgyne. "Only a fool would be so crass."
The page and the tailors, meanwhile, had departed to carry out Doom's bidding.
The Danse Macabre CodexSarah ducked out from her cover once she saw that the creature was gone. The crossbow was very large and unwieldy. It was hard to take aim at a fast moving target while getting out of the way of its attacks. She went for cover when she could to try and get a beat on the creature's vitals, but it was dead before she could. Instead she used the scope on the crossbow to scan the surrounding area for any more.
Lord Egearn wrinkled his nose at Doom's command to the cooks. He sheathed his Zhaboka and grinned at Doom. It wasn't a friendly grin; it was an I-wonder-how-strong-your-innards-would-be-as-a-rope grin.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.Lord Egearn turned his rather distrubing grin at Daido. "As a vassal to King Aella I am obliged to stop you." He took his Zhaboka out of his scabbard, standing in a Juyo stance
◊, and his balck robes whipped around his body.
Doom turned slowly to face Daido, his emerald eyes colder than the infinite void of space. "By its very definition, a hoodlum is expected to do that. Your questioning of something that should be patently obvious demonstrates both your ignorance, in that you have no understanding of the word, and that you are indeed a hoodlum."
The Latverian monarch's armoured hand lashed out to swat the blade away from Azula's throat. "If you intend to kill the girl, then do it another time; for now, we have roles to play."
Then Doom leaned in close, staring right into the androgynous Asian's face. "Do that again while we are here, however, and Doom will have absolutely no compunctions whatsoever about crushing your skull like an overripe grape."
edited 6th Jan '11 7:32:06 AM by SullenFrog
The Danse Macabre CodexLord Egearen, still at the ready, grinned. They will all see the power of the Dark Side soon, he thought.
On empty crossroads, seek the eclipse -- for when Sol and Lua align, the lost shall find their way home.The blade flew. Daido lets go of Azula as walks to pick up the knife. "You know, calling a terrorist leader a hoodlum is like calling a king a peasant." Daido said, picking up the knife and putting it away. "By the time this day is through, I will show you that I am more than just a hoodlum." Daido said.
Doom's armoured backhand lashed out, catching Daido across the face. "Your correlation between royalty and terrorist riffraff like yourself is both inapt and inept; I would advise you to keep your mouth shut in my presence if you value that glib tongue of yours."
The Danse Macabre CodexAzula was a bit too nonplussed to respond to being held hostage, obviously looking as though she were considering the situation carefully. Even as Doom stopped the assailant, she put a hand to her chin, still looking deep in thought. Finally, she spoke.
"Oddly...invigorating, knowing I can't simply incinerate my opponents."
Easing back into life one step at a timeSo far, the Laughing Man had carved smiles in the faces of anyone who went near him. This left them either dead, or in agony.
"Hahaha! This isn't bad at all! Nice dose of bloody murder, I've put smiles on the faces of dozens of you morons!"
He was valuable enough to keep around for battle, at least.
"Oh, dear. The toad, the monkey, and the dog have all screwed up."

—Megatron looked over at Fawful.—
Potentially. Is There Anything Unusual Inside The Remains?
— The giant on the litter roared gleefully. —
ALL OF YA MONSTER-KILLERS, GET OVER HERE! THIS DESERVES SOMETHIN'!
—The wyvern ceased its writhing, and proceeded to bonelessly topple over onto the streets of York with a meaty thud. —
edited 6th Jan '11 6:38:42 PM by Colonial1.1
"He could not know it. For it was not all a joke."