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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 21, 2008 20:56:56 GMT -5
Eithne narrowed her eyes, "Please tell me you'll do something about it... perhaps stop him before he eats his way to an early grave?" she shook her head, obviously not having fun with this at all. Eithne half glared at Dale, it could be imagined that if this were an anime she'd have the little vein of anger on her forehead... she was really rather annoyed at this moment. Eithne crossed her arms over her chest and she tapped her foot irritably, "You will get rid of this food so Estrik can regain his senses." Eithne said telepathically to Dale, the force behind the command was stronger than most would suspect to have come from Eithne. The explanation for that was simple- she was older than the Eithne everyone here know... and she was stronger, much, much stronger, actually. The edge of anger in her telepathic tone was sharp as a blade, though noticeably not aimed towards Dale, instead it was aimed to Estrik- the idiot who was making a glutton of himself.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 22, 2008 20:27:58 GMT -5
"Honestly, what inclination do I have to make him stop besides your PMS rages?" Dale asked with what could be misinterpreted as an evil smirk. It was more mischievous than malevolent. "I mean, I'm already getting this on camera, and then hello Youtube!" he said as a camera seemed to come out from some invisible shroud that had kept it hidden from view and senses. His left hand silently made a move on his ticker, moving the count from 0-0 to 0-1. One strike.
And yet, with all of the hate going around, Estrik seemed completely intent on killing himself through flavor. More addictive than drugs, the food seemed to have an intoxicating hold on him as he ate more and more and more. Somehow he had somewhere to store all of this, which was a miracle in and of itself.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 22, 2008 20:43:28 GMT -5
Eithne couldn't help but wince at the arrival of the camera, then again... she had to admit it... this was pretty damn brilliant. Eithne let a smile break in her expression and she then did something completely un-Eithne... she raised a hand for a high-five, "Nice...." she complimented, a nice nod and she looked towards Estrik who was still eating. "And how long, might I ask do you intend to let Estrik feast like that?" she asked, a little curious as to how long she'd be delayed in the labyrinth maze thing of hedge and doom.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 22, 2008 20:52:24 GMT -5
"Chickapow," Dale said as he high-fived Eithne, "And I intend to let him feast on that awful stuff for another 3..." Dale raised three fingers, "2.." he lowered one, "1..." Dale walked over to the camera and pressed a button, and instantly the 'Record' light flickered off. "I got enough to beat Two Girls One Cup now," he said with a devious smirk. "Oh yeah, and he'll want to brush his teeth...a lot," the manic man said as he ticked his ticker. The meal in front of Estrik had some illusion lifted off of it, and became disgusting, maggot infested food virtually unfit for any kind of human consumption.
Estrik was halfway through another steak as the illusion was lifted, and found himself chewing upon raw, rotted and infested meat. It wreaked of age and maggots, and the taste was an infinite number of times worse. Underneath his blindfold, Estrik's eyes shot open in realization as he spit and scraped his mouth clean vehemently. He scurried over to Eithne and hugged her leg, "And you didn't stop me? Honestly! Do your job!"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 22, 2008 20:57:55 GMT -5
"Wow... aren't you affectionate..." Eithne looked down at the being holding itself close against her leg and she smiled devilishly. "And hey- I'm just glad I wasn't eating anything." she gave a little 'ha-ha-you're-stupid' wink to Estrik. "Now if you'll please release the contents of your stomach elsewhere... not on my leg if you please." She patted Estrik atop the head, "Besides, I DID warn you, after all." Eithne then removed Estrik from her leg in a manner that would lead one to believe that she probably would have used a pickaxe just as well... considering for how gently she was treating the boy. Still, there was an odd caring in her movements, showing she was just messing with Estrik and simply stating the whole 'serves you right' kinda dealio with her actions.
Some people would call Eithne a bitch, I like to say that she saw this coming from the moment she saw the feast. :3
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Post by demonfire on Apr 23, 2008 20:14:44 GMT -5
Because Estrik, being the little blind child that he was, could not see the wink, it went largely unnoticed. "And I think I've already puked out everything possible from that wo--" Estrik said as he was interrupted by him stopping his own vomit from being expelled onto Eithne. He ran behind the stone and introduced the ill-gotten meal to the ground. Estrik wiped his mouth clear of any remaining puke before returning to Eithne with wooziness in his steps.
"Awwwww...so...much...throw-up..." he said tiredly as if he had just vomited all of the contents of his stomach upon the ground--oh wait, he did do that.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 23, 2008 20:46:34 GMT -5
Eithne rolled her eyes and in a quick movement she picked up Estrik, not really caring what he said and she carried him in her arms in a manner that Prince Charming might carry his princess "So then... out of the labyrinth?" she asked, her tone wasn't quite so scolding anymore and she actually seemed rather nice, which was certainly almost... alarming when it came from Eithne. "And one more thing..." Eithne began projecting what she was seeing to Estrik's mind, allowing him to see through her own eyes, because Eithne was nice like that, she was obviously smiling very much, rather actually happy to give Estrik normal sight, though willing to take it away from him if he asked for such a thing.
Eithne then started on her way to get out of the goddamned awful mess of hedge, taking an easy route- somehow managing to reach rather rediculous speeds while running and she jumped, her footsteps light as she ran, turning corners like some kind of Speed Racer on drugs or something and she even ran right past a few riddlers. She really didn't seem to care what she did at this point. One couldn't help but notice that her eyes were oddly slitted now... but Estrik couldn't see that, considering he was borrowing Eithne's vision.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 23, 2008 20:58:41 GMT -5
"Jeezus!" Estrik shouted as he saw how fast she was running through the maze. "Stay off of the Speed, Speed Racer!" he yelled, obviously picking up on some of the written thoughts of the other RPer, o.o'.
"But yeah, I'm pretty sure It's my job to be carrying you, but considering the rate of movement at the moment, my skinny arms and then fact that I've got no upper body strength, I'll say this is fine," Estrik said as to start up some sarcastic conversation with the speed racer vampire. But, y'know, he could live with a one-sided speech.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 25, 2008 20:47:58 GMT -5
(Future) Eithne chuckled, "We should be almost through, I can smell the scents carried in the air outside the maze... it smells suprisingly fresher out there... probably because of the fact that air is easier flowing in the open." Eithne suggested, though she figured that Estrik probably didn't care all that much. She reached a dead end and rolled her eyes, turning around in a whiplash turn, shifting Estrik in her arms so she'd be able to cradle his head as if he were a baby, she wanted to make sure she didn't break his neck or anything. She just smiled though, "aaaany minute now..." she spoke mostly to herself untill eventually she got herself and Estrik into the open again, "And here we go." Eithne looked towards Estrik, wondering if he would be ready to be set down on the ground or not.
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Post by demonfire on Apr 26, 2008 20:20:32 GMT -5
"Muchos gracias, Senorita," Estrik said as he hopped out of Eithne's arms. Whatever had caused her to be so caring about him sure must have been extreme. "Now, if you'll kindly excuse me, I've got some business that requires urgent attention," the blind child said as he did his tip of the invisible hat to Eithne and began to walk away. This urgent business of which he spoke? Well, for one it was to take the longest shower known to man, considering that smell still wasn't out, and two was to get more sleep than ever considered possible. He was all about breaking the records.
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