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Post by Holly on Dec 10, 2006 15:08:37 GMT -5
"About, ah, a hundred, not counting the king," Holly admitted. When Sky opened his mouth to say something, she quickly spoke. "It's not like we knew how many mice would be showing up," she confessed. "And it wouldn't be too hard to find out which one the king is - just look for the mouse with seven heads."
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Post by Sky on Dec 10, 2006 17:40:35 GMT -5
Gaping at Holly, Sky repeated slowly, "One hundred? Are you kidding me?" Standing stock still for a moment as he digested this tidbit of information, he then said tersely, "I know you didn't mean for this little prank of yours to happen on quite this scale, Holly, but nevertheless, I suggest that after this little fiasco is over with, you and Claus keep your distance for a while."
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Post by Holly on Dec 10, 2006 17:45:04 GMT -5
"Sorry, Prince Sky," Holly whimpered. Pausing for a moment, she glanced at him. "Handle," she said, noting that the handle for a nutcracker had formed on his back while the pair had been talking.
She bit her lower lip. "You okay?"
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Post by Sky on Dec 10, 2006 19:11:30 GMT -5
He hated the Trix with a passion but at that moment, Sky suddenly understood why they apparently had the desire to squash the sickeningly cute creatures. Because right now, Holly was beyond irritating.
For goodness sake, what kind of question was that? Was he okay? No, he most certainly was not okay. Anyone could see that! His body was turning to wood and now he had something growing out of his back?! What person would be 'okay' in that situation?
Clenching his teeth tightly together, Sky somehow managed to keep himself from snapping at Holly and instead gave her a brisk nod of his head - a movement that resulted in a terrible cracking sound as he realized that by now, his neck too had succumbed to the spell Holly and Claus had put on him.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 10, 2006 19:14:18 GMT -5
Battered, bruised, blood stained, Christine continued to "battle" with the Mouse King - and failing miserably. But given the fact that he had a sword and she just had, what? A slipper? Right. Like that was going to work. But she had to keep him from finding the nutcracker - whatever that meant.
She brushed her bloodied bangs off her forehead and wiped the blood that was streaking down her face, blurring her vision. "I told him I didn't like mice."
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Post by Holly on Dec 10, 2006 19:16:36 GMT -5
He hated the Trix with a passion but at that moment, Sky suddenly understood why they apparently had the desire to squash the sickeningly cute creatures. Because right now, Holly was beyond irritating. For goodness sake, what kind of question was that? Was he okay? No, he most certainly was not okay. Anyone could see that! His body was turning to wood and now he had something growing out of his back?! What person would be 'okay' in that situation? Clenching his teeth tightly together, Sky somehow managed to keep himself from snapping at Holly and instead gave her a brisk nod of his head - a movement that resulted in a terrible cracking sound as he realized that by now, his neck too had succumbed to the spell Holly and Claus had put on him. Holly bit her lower lip again. Silently, she hoped something like a nutcracker's instinct in fighting mice would kick in or something because at this rate, it was going to be a long night. "You said that your girlfriend had gone looking for me and Claus...? Don't you think she should have been back by now?" |
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Post by Sky on Dec 10, 2006 19:32:50 GMT -5
This seemed to give Sky a jolt to his senses, and giving Holly a dark look, he answered, "If something happens to her, this is going to be on your conscience." Without another word, Sky strode down the hall in search of Christine, having by now grown slightly more accustomed to his new legs.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 10, 2006 19:35:56 GMT -5
Christine just dropped to the ground, far too battered to remain standing on her feet. Her gown was all but shredded and stained crimson with her blood. Struggling to get to her feet, she managed to stand just long enough to dodge another blow from the Mouse King.
"Sky!" she screamed. "Help!"
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Post by Sky on Dec 10, 2006 20:38:18 GMT -5
Hearing his name being called by a voice that sounded undeniably like Christine - a very terrified Christine - Sky hurried down the length of the hallway and rounded the corner, his sword already raised. At the sight that greeted him, Sky's mouth gaped open for a brief moment before he quickly pushed his astonishment aside and marched fearlessly forward.
That probably had a great deal to do with the fact that he was indeed carrying a weapon. If he hadn't been, well, Sky wasn't so sure that he wouldn't have had the urge to bolt if only to not have to stomach the sight of the hideous creature that loomed over Christine.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 10, 2006 20:41:09 GMT -5
 : "Finally, you show up, Nutcracker. Not much of a fighter, that wench," the Mouse King sneered. "But of course, what's a little girl to do when all she has is a slipper." He lunged forward, intent on inflicting some serious damage on the nutcracker. |
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Post by Sky on Dec 10, 2006 20:46:06 GMT -5
Deftly blocking the blow with his sword, Sky crouched down as best as he could in a fighter's stance before he himself suddenly lunged at the brute. As he drove the point of his sword into the beast's flesh, Sky countered in his own sneer, "You don't scare me because guess what? You're not really real. You're just the product of a silly spell and you know what else? I am going to break it and I am going to defeat you and most of all, after this is done, I am going to enjoy the rest of my evening." Again lashing out at the Mouse King with his sword, Sky taunted, "What do you have to say to that, hnnh?"
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 10, 2006 20:50:29 GMT -5
: "Think an illusion created those wounds on your little fairy princess?" the mouse king sneered. "Think her bruises, the blood are fake?" Christine propped herself up. The spell, what was it about the spell? Something about a slipper... If only she could force herself to remember. Hopefully, just killing the damn mouse would cause everything to get right again. |
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Post by Sky on Dec 10, 2006 22:08:02 GMT -5
As the Mouse King's taunting words stirred a wave of anger up in his chest, Sky, exhausted by repeatedly attempting to slay the beast only to be easily blocked, suddenly felt as though he had been given a dose of new blood. With an outraged cry, he charged at his opponent with every bit of strength he possessed and jammed his sword as deeply into the flesh as he could. For a moment, his attack appeared to have no effect on the seven-headed mouse, but then, Sky watched as the brute staggered slightly and then fell to the ground with a resonant thud.
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Post by Chris Strongheart on Dec 16, 2006 14:30:35 GMT -5
Christine slowly stood up, shaking ever so slightly. She silently made her way over to Sky and leaned heavily against him. "You okay?" she asked softly, brushing a lock of his hair off his face. "Sure was one hell of a fight," she added. "And you told me mice were harmless and that there was nothing to be afraid of."
She wasn't even sure how she was still standing. "Oh, and you owe me a new dress," she added, fingering the ruined remains of her nightgown and trying to imput a little humor into the tense situation. She only hoped that was it - that there was no other surprises.
"Think the spell's broken?" She wanted things to get back to normal - and he owed her a dance. Definitely owed her a dance. After all, she did help. And he did mention earlier that the sooner the spell was broken that they could enjoy themselves.
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