Jewell moved into the Inn slowly, not that anyone could see her behind the tin of the 750lb fruitcake she was pushing. "Stupid..freakin.." she muttered, ending off with some more grumbling about the fruitcake that may or may not be a prince charming in disguise or an omen from the gods that the world is ending.
Gav watched the "live" fruitcake, eyes widening. He loved fruitcake! With one final push and exasperated yell from Jewell, the fruitcake tin came rolling into the bar with a delayed, "Ahaha!" from Jewell. She stood triumphant in the doorway, fists on her
hips as the monster fruitcake rolled to a stop against a table. Moon, blinking at the scary fruitcake thing, scooted over to Maris.
Maris" crimson eyes widen at the fruitcake, "What the Inferno is that?"
Moon pointed at it, "That thing is creepy!"
"My magical fruitcake that is really a prince..err..or princess..under a spell. It can shoot lazer beams from its eyes," Jewell offered up with a grin, not at all noticing that the thing had no eyes, "and will cause death to certain people."
"Hanzo tried eatin' it and fell over foamin' an' twitchin'!" Moon exclaimed. Charna looked to the fruitcake, then to Jewell, and instantly began laughing louder. Her little frame shook, eventually making her fall off the chair.
Hanzo appeared from the shadow near the bar, "That fruit cake was good."
" I won it because I'm the preeeettiest girl in RhyDin!" Jewell paused, looking to Charna as she fell off her seat, "And funny too."
"Oi, Jewell...your fruitcake can't kill me." Hanzo boasted, pounding his chest like an overgrown primate.
Jewell moved further into the Inn and fell onto a chair, "It was a pain in my cute butt gettin this thing over here." She waved her hand at Hanzo, "Just you wait."
"I'll eat an entire slice and it STILL won't kill me," Hanzo stated in a matter
of fact tone. Moon, who was kinda scared of that fruitcake, steered clear of it completely.
"This is another power of the fruitcake obviously. Look what it has done to poor Charna! Drive her to insanity," Jewell lamented as Charna laughed so hard she rolled around on the ground collecting dust.
Maris spoke aside to Moon, "I could eat that thing, no problem. I can't taste." Moon's only reply was "ewww?"
"She was already insane," Hanzo commented as he looked at the woman rolling along the floor.
"I eat raw meat and still wouldn't try," Moon asserted.
"I need to gift the fruitcake to someone..it is causing nothing but trouble," Jewell gave the thing the evil-eyed. "It tried to swallow my third youngest today."
"Can I have it Jewell" I'll swallow it in retribution of your child," Hanzo offered and then he poked the spongy cake, before his finger was engulfed by it. "Seems to be swallowing me, too."
"No, I don't want to be liable if it kills you!" Jewell objected.
"It lives Jewell?" Maris questioned.
"It doesn't," Hanzo said.
"Oh yes," Jewell replied immediately after Hanzo, nodding to Maris. "I'm sure of it."
Hanzo snickered, shaking his head, "Jewell's...potent...imagination is getting to her. It's just grotesquely huge."
"I learned from the best!" She beamed proudly.
"You ok down there Charna?" Hanzo asked; a small tug, and he was freed
from the cake.
"I think I'll leave it with Alysia?" Jewell thought out loud and couldn't contain her grin, 'she could probably handle the monster."
"Why not my cousin?" Maris objected.
"Daaaaaandy, thanks. Keep the killer cake, away, though," Charna looked to Jewell, almost still in fear, "She might use it to try and cut down the other pretty girls." Then Charna started giggling again.
"This is true," Jewell nodded in agreement to Charna before regarding Maris. "Because he is mad I broke all his toys at the clubhouse and giving him the killer cake won't make things better?"
Hanzo rolled his eyes. Stupidity seemed to infect like a plague. "The fruit cake isn't alive."
"Tell thet tae the fruitcake," Moon deadpanned.
The fruitcake audibly growled in response to Hanzo and Jewell waved her hand, "It's been cranky all day."
Hanzo decided to jest with the fruit cake-fearing females. "I'm not afraid of you fruit-cake...even if you do growl." He stuck out his tongue and was swallowed whole by the fruitcake.
"Toys" Clubhouse, Whatcha talkin about Jewell?" Maris questioned.
"Hmph..that was bound to happen," Jewell observed, watching Hanzo.
"You dun't wanna know, Maris.." Charna supplied.
Hanzo emerged slowly from the cake with a mouthful. "Mmmm...strawberry filling."
Moon, totally freaked out by the monster cake, "Umm....."
"Stop eating my cake!!" Jewell yelled and grabbed the nearest thing, a mug half filled with ale, and chucked it at Hanzo.
"Oi, Fae woman, I'll give you a pretty coin for this entire fruitcake?" Hanzo ducked back into the fruit cake, eating more.
"Hanzo Junior ever met the Stew?" Maris asked.
"No.." Jewell replied, frowning as she stood, "but I say go introduce him now while I take care of this misfit!"
Hanzo was a muffled voice, him being inside the spongy material...along with him having a moutful of it, "The stew?"
"Get out of my cake!!" Jewell barely retained her shriek. Despite its malicious nature, she had become quite attached to her prized fruitcake.
Hanzo crawled out the crevice, or, the cake's mouth clean, despite he was in the evil pastry. "Yes ma'am."
Jewell hands were fisted at her side, a blue glow slowly overtaking them, "Yah..that's right."
Maris stood up from his spot and headed into the Kitchen. A few moments later he reemerged with a chamber pot latched shut with chains, "The Stew."
"What about this Stew.." Is that also edible" You Rhy'Din people are often scared of food," Hanzo said.
"If it's able to kill yes!" Maris objected. Seeing the Stew put Jewell more on guard, "Maris, we were just joking! Put it away." She actually sounded frightened.
Charna, attempting to scramble up off the floor, ended up tripping and cracking herself against a table.
"The Stew has been around forever!" Jewell explained.
"I've seen scarier pidgeons," Hanzo said as he undid the chain, waiting to see what?d emerge from the pot.
"Stew??" Moon questioned. Charna, on the floor again, and now bleeding a little, started to laugh frantically, her vision getting a little bleary. "Ye have killer stew also??"
"Nooo!" Jewell ran over placing herself over the lid of the stew pot. "You can't open this!"
"Why not..?" Hanzo tugged the pot swiftly from under her, once again, removing the lid.
Charna crawled up onto a chair. She wasn't about to be on the floor if the Stew got out. She may be drunk, but she isn't suicidal.
The second he removed the lid Jewell sprouted her wings and took to the rafter and hissed- actually hissed! Too much time around Kina.
The Stew slimed out quickly from the pot and began headed for the easiest target it could find. Mr. Unknown got instantly devoured by the murderous bad cooking, leaving only the bones stew about the floor where he stood. "Wow...that's some nasty looking broth," Hanzo observed.
Charna clambered onto the table next. She forced herself to quit wobbling. She really, really, really didn't need to fall to the floor. She just hoped the Stew didn't smell the fresh blood. Moon took the hint and climbed hastily up the nearest support beam in terror.
"Charna, are you safe down there?" Jewell questioned, perched on the rafters and keeping an eye on the Stew. She watched Hanzo cling to the pot and pouncing upon the Strew. A brief struggle and he was thrown off.
"For the moment....but if it heads this way....then no!" Charna cried.
The tentacles of the monstrous Stew just squirmed from random person and person devouring them. "Hanzo killed us all!" Maris yelled.
"Bluidy 'Ell!!" Moon exclaimed.
"Get the lid on!" Jewell squealed in alarm.
"Hmm....I bet it tastes horrible anyways." Hanzo attempted again, subduing the stew quickly enough to put the lid on.
Electricity sparked to life across Moon's wings and she gets ready to hurl it at the stew. Hanzo wrapped the chains around and he managed to tie it enough tightly for nothing to creep through the crevices.
"We need more chains for it!" Jewell pointed out.
"Well that was fun...now I know how people feel right before they are about to die." Hanzo carried the pot outside, if he perished in the act, so be it. "Damned...evil...STEW."
"No, not out there you dolt!" Jewell yelled at him.
Stew slivered out from the chamber pot, since Hanzo broke Maris' chains he himself had forged to keep the stuff inside. The bones of full fifty men laid strewn about its lair, the Inn! "Wow...evil stew." Hanzo snickered, "Curiousity killed the cat."
Moon spread her wings and her eyes flare silver as lightning bolted from her body to stun that stew.
"Seems like I've opened Pandora's Box more than a cauldron," Hanzo tossed the pot on the Stew once more, frantically trying to re-link the broken chains. Luckily, they had the giant fruitcake tonight.
"Someone grab some fruitcake and cover the stew with it!" Jewell commanded.
Since it's stew, the electrical current from Moon just courses through it and to the floor boards and it scurries to the cracks between the floors. "Hanzo had to let it out," Maris remarked.
"Crud!" Moon spit out.
Attempting to push the cake, Hanzo nudged it a bit before it fell off it's rolling platform, colliding with the sinister soup. "Not all of my fruitcake," Jewell cried, banging her head
against a support beam, "You are not competent!" The stew began to eat the fruitcake. "Must I do everything myself?" She dropped down from the rafters, wings guiding her to a safe landing before disappearing.
"How about I make you another one...in consolation?" Hanzo scratched his head, trying to kick the near 1000lb cake out the dual doors.
Jewell grabbed onto one end of the fruitcake and started to pull it away from the Stew. "I don't want another one you stupid boy!"
Maris got the pot and forced the stew inside, shutting the lid of the pot and began his spell chanting, "Banishing lord of all things give me your strength.
"I think I'm going to be rightfully exiled after this," Hanzo lamented.
As Maris collected the Stew the fruitcake rolled back away and right over Jewell, "Ayah I've been crushed!"
" The foul being can not be given to any form of offense. May your strength bind him to this object and keep your childern in a time of peace and love. Binding Seal," Maris finished, the Stew was now Magically sealed in the pot.
The chimera used his natural strength to get Jewell free from the massive cake of death. She aided him, pushing the thing off her and having it crash into the bar.
Hanzo began to collect skeletons of many meaningless people, dumping them in the alley behind the Inn, "Farewell, I never knew ye," he said and snickered.
"That's it!" Jewell jumped up.
Maris pointed to Hanzo, "You are tasked with guard this pot and making sure none release this evil again."
"Sure, the least I can do," Hanzo replied, sitting on the pot, jumping up slightly beneath the turbulent strength of the Stew. "Why the hell do you people keep it here anyways.." Hanzo said as he took the pot into the kitchen, and was followed by a large cracking noise.
"True," Maris said before he went down. Sleepy time for Maris.
"It belongs in the basement!" Jewell shouted after Hanzo. He must have heard her because he lifted up a floorboard and dropped it there.
"Now just to get this fruitcake to Alysia's." With a firm nod Jewell moved to get behind the thing and push.
A slight jump and Panther was clearing the hand rail at the end of the porch as well as the swing, landing with a dull thump. Reaching out he paused a moment to press a palm firmly against a pane of glass on the window, then continued on towards the front door.
With a big old push, it was a bit lighter now thanks to Hanzo, the tin was rolling towards the door with Jewell chasing after it. Panther was about to get run over by the 750lb fruitcake.
Panther's ear twitched, he paused just beside the doorway, feeling as much as hearing a bit of a rumble coming from inside. The fruitcake just hit the door and knocked it out,
Jewell paused with a grimace. "Not my fault!"
With a quick leap straight back, ears fall flat, Panther landed in a crouch as the door flew open in front of him.
As the fruitcake continued to roll down the stairs Jewell took up the chase again, giving a quick glance to Panth as she ran past, "Sorry about the door!" And off Jewell went, with every intention of delivering the fruit cake to Alysia. Yes, she had deemed the priestess to be the one who could turn the fruitcake back into a prince charming.
Panther glanced after Jewell and whatever it was she was chasing after, slowly standing upright again, muttering, "I am not sure I wish to know.?
