NPF Avatars IV, Chapter II: The Doom That Came to Earth Temple

PhoenixFlame · 07-24-2006, 10:59 AM

Phoenix exited the car and took a gander at the cultist wannabes hanging out in the valley's makeshift encampments. They were, as Flare had said, almost cute, but something about cultists made them less so than fluffy bunnies and small puppy-dogs. Vampire-Phoenix strode foward with an almost cordial glee toward the cultists, her massive handgun swinging playfully in hand like a cheery schoolgirl.

"Watchy'a doin?" she cheerily asks the first cultist she came across, a haggard young man in a crimson red robe, perusing a bookstore copy of "The Necronomicon" while chanting something in sumerian over a very un-perfect circle. In addition, his sumerian was very poor.

"ECAH... Um... Uh, IA! SHENBUNNINUG GWUI!" the man tried to proclaim, glaring angrily at Phoenix.

"Oh-kay!" She cheerily said, shooting the cultist wannabe a thumbs-up, and jumping inside the red sidewalk-chalk pentagram etched into the stony ground.

"H-hey! You're messing up my Ctulthu summoning!" the man whined, drawing a silver dagger... Okay, so it was a silverware butterknife, which, not being silver, was rather nickle-plated stainless steel. But the cultist in question THROUGHLY believed it was silver. "Now I've gotta start all over again from gate one. Man, you suck!" He whined some more, his overly-overdone goth face-makeup running down his cheek as he appeared to fight back tears.

Phoenix smiled.

"Oh! I'm sorry." she replies innocently, "Here, lemme give you a hug..." extending her arms.

"Nobody loves me..." The cultist moaned, and lurched forward to hug Phoenix, who promply sunk her fangs into his neck. "Ghkt!" he exclaimed, and began to feebily struggle. Years of mountain-dew consumption and corporal morfication left the poor man very unable to combat a powerful vampire, however. His blood tasted something like rotten motor oil mixed with soy sauce, but Phoenix took what she could get. After all, it was probably the last time she'd get to feed for quite some time.

07-24-2006, 10:59 AM	#11
PhoenixFlame ☢!CAUTION!☢ Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Beneath Gensokyo Posts: 3,668	Phoenix exited the car and took a gander at the cultist wannabes hanging out in the valley's makeshift encampments. They were, as Flare had said, almost cute, but something about cultists made them less so than fluffy bunnies and small puppy-dogs. Vampire-Phoenix strode foward with an almost cordial glee toward the cultists, her massive handgun swinging playfully in hand like a cheery schoolgirl. "Watchy'a doin?" she cheerily asks the first cultist she came across, a haggard young man in a crimson red robe, perusing a bookstore copy of "The Necronomicon" while chanting something in sumerian over a very un-perfect circle. In addition, his sumerian was very poor. "ECAH... Um... Uh, IA! SHENBUNNINUG GWUI!" the man tried to proclaim, glaring angrily at Phoenix. "Oh-kay!" She cheerily said, shooting the cultist wannabe a thumbs-up, and jumping inside the red sidewalk-chalk pentagram etched into the stony ground. "H-hey! You're messing up my Ctulthu summoning!" the man whined, drawing a silver dagger... Okay, so it was a silverware butterknife, which, not being silver, was rather nickle-plated stainless steel. But the cultist in question THROUGHLY believed it was silver. "Now I've gotta start all over again from gate one. Man, you suck!" He whined some more, his overly-overdone goth face-makeup running down his cheek as he appeared to fight back tears. Phoenix smiled. "Oh! I'm sorry." she replies innocently, "Here, lemme give you a hug..." extending her arms. "Nobody loves me..." The cultist moaned, and lurched forward to hug Phoenix, who promply sunk her fangs into his neck. "Ghkt!" he exclaimed, and began to feebily struggle. Years of mountain-dew consumption and corporal morfication left the poor man very unable to combat a powerful vampire, however. His blood tasted something like rotten motor oil mixed with soy sauce, but Phoenix took what she could get. After all, it was probably the last time she'd get to feed for quite some time. __________________ "Deep in the human unconscious is a pervasive need for a logical universe that makes sense. But the real universe is always one step beyond logic." -from The Sayings of Muad'Dib by the Princess Irulan Last edited by PhoenixFlame; 07-24-2006 at 11:22 AM.