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Post by empireoffire on Nov 10, 2016 18:32:05 GMT -6
Somewhere in Northern Oz
Looking through the binoculars, Alvis scanned the landscape from the vantage point granted to him by the mountain range not far from the Yuleian camp he teleported himself to. There were no Ephesian patrols this far out and at this time of day, which was within estimates. There was also no obvious abomination activity, which was either a brilliant stroke of luck, or something to be extremely wary of. Regardless, he knew this was no place to even consider dropping his guard for a second. He stood up and created a small vortex of wind to pick him off his feet, hovering him off the ground, and quickly carry him to his destination. He briefly considered flying to reach his destination quicker, but decided not to draw attention to himself like that. The idea of making the Ephesians needlessly paranoid regarding his intentions despite this being a personal mission rather than one of Yuleia was amusing, but not worth it.
After a few miles, Alvis found his destination in the distance. As he drew near, the image of a burned-down remains of a house in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a currently dead tree for company became clearer.
Alvis dismissed the vortex that sped him over here and touched down at the steps to where the front door would've been, the wooden floor panels -- covered in ash and dust -- creaking with every step he made. He wandered through the ruins, sighing at the state of things and how everything not bolted down was already pillaged by scavengers, anyone traveling particularly off the beaten path, or the Ephesians that searched the place.
In truth, the house used to be among the hidden safehouses Yuleia has posted around the realm (outside of Ephesus, of course) for any soldiers or important individuals in need of food, shelter, or any other form of immediate aid. Somehow, the Ephesians had caught wind of this particular place, and stormed the place to quell Yuleian activity this close to their lands. Apparently, it was one of the Yuleian soldiers that happened to have been resting here at the time that torched the once safe haven. It was by no means a noteworthy loss that would be noted in any history book or archived record, but it was still an unfortunate one.
It was my favorite place for reading alone. What a shame.
Alvis stopped at one particular point and knelt down.
This is the one.
A gust of turbulent wind stirred up -- kicking up quite a lot of dust -- and focused on the point behind Alvis, eventually bending and forming into a ghost-like entity that floated behind Alvis. The spirit brought a fist down into the floorboard and pried it open, flinging the planks somewhere with no regard to where they went. Alvis flipped an index finger upward, and another vortex of wind was guided into the hole, eventually lifting a stone box in a miniature tornado. The box was gently set on the floor. The spirit reached down and pulled off the lid.
Alvis looked inside the box. An old pencil, a roll of a few Gold paper notes, and what Alvis was looking for: a book... a journal of another Yuleian general lost past... his predecessor.
How fortunate that the Ephesians weren't so thorough.
He reached out for the book.
*FLASH*
Strangely, the draft was the first thing Alvis took notice of. The change in surroundings, the cheers of an audience, and the book not in his hands came later.
"And here he is, folks!" Anna declared. "Let's all give the warmest welcome we can to Glinda's right-hand man, the wind archmage himself: Alvis!"
Alvis took in his new surroundings as the audience applauded. He took particular note of the fact that is usual choice of clothing was replaced with a loincloth. Using wind magic here had the distinct possibility of causing something particularly scandalous to reveal itself. He would have to deeply consider if the situation warranted the damage to Yuleia's general reputation, and if it would positively or negatively affect morale.
"...Anna, please explain yourself," Alvis told the show hostess. The entity -- still not dismissed -- crossed its arms in wait.
"I'll explain backstage," Anna winked, not at all unopposed to one-on-one time with him. "As for you, the audience, send in those questions by Sun & Moon's release next week Friday (the 18th)! We'll see you guys then!"
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 19, 2016 16:38:33 GMT -6
The curtains parted once the standard intro routine played out, showing three figures seated center stage, surrounded by a troupe of dancing monkeys. Anna sat to the audience's right, seemingly grumpy about something. Alvis was in the center, slouching slightly in his seat in a slightly out-of-character manner. His wind spirit was to the audience's left, resting its head on his palm. The mage general would not dissipate it, as it would do so in a burst of strong winds, and he still had a loincloth to be somewhat concerned about.
"Welcome back!" Anna declared, as her grumpy expression faded. "Our guest is truth serum'd, loincloth'd, and primed for interrogation! Are you ready, Sir Alvis?"
"Do I got a choice?" Alvis said plainly. He crossed his arms in anticipation.
"...Awfully casual today, aren't ya?" Anna observed.
"I don't have to put up the regal general act here," Alvis said. "Surely, you can spare me that much." The wind spirit also crossed its arms and glared at Anna.
Anna shrugged. "...Well, not like I could do anything about that. On with the show!"
If you had to choose to try one of the following ice cream flavors because a horse stole your clothes, which would you pick: pickled turnip, jalapeno, or trout (Anna, feel free to insert Oz equivalents)?
Alvis: "...Do you... not have any kind of quality control?"
Anna: "We get that a lot."
Alvis: "Oh. Very well. I'll choose the jalapeno flavor. Perhaps it'll be an experience to write home about."
What are your feelings towards Queen Glinda? Is your relationship solely one of duty and respect, or do you have hidden feelings for her?
Alvis: "Strictly professional, I assure you. I wouldn't be foolish enough to honestly believe I would have a chance with her regardless; it's quite clear that she still holds her late husband dear to her heart. It's sweet and pitiable at the same time."
Who are your favorite and least favorite Yuelian Generals? Aside from yourself, of course.
Alvis: "Leonard amuses me sometimes. I don't trust Alexus, but I can't name one Yuleian who does."
How many "blow me" jokes have you heard throughout your life?
Alvis: "Too many. And let us not forget the japes about 'passing gas', 'taking your breath away', and equivalents. It's worse when they think they're clever for thinking of those up."
So what dirty little secrets are you hiding? Like if this was canon and everyone in Oz knew about this it would ruin you.
Alvis: "I stole one of Pierre's muffins meant for the Queen, once. Shameful, I know."
Anna: "...We... did truth serum you, right?"
Alvis: "The glowing liquid, right? Yes you have."
Anna narrowed her eyes in suspicion.
How many people in Oz know about your little secret?
Alvis: "Only the members of the Yuleian royal family. I still remember Lana's reaction. Very comical."
Do you like Pierre's muffins?
Alvis: "They're fine in my book."
Bagels or muffins?
Alvis: "Muffins. There sure are a lot of muffin-related questions."
If you stole a muffin from the kitchen, got sprayed with paint, and labeled a muffin thief by the head chef, how would you respond?
Alvis: "Clearly, I would have no choice but to 'remove' him so that my dark secret never gets out."
Anna: "You're totally lying!"
Alvis: "But I'm on the serum."
Anna: "No you're not! You did something to cheat it! I don't know what, but--"
Alvis: "Next question, please."
Why did you steal a muffin, Alvis? That's not nice. You shoulda just asked.
Alvis: "I was hungry. Do people not eat when they are hungry?"
What makes Yuelia better than Epheseus? I mean, we all know it is better. But it's nice to hear why listed out sometimes.
Alvis: "Our tax rates are high, but not Ephesian high.
And yet we still have citizens complaining about it."
Favorite and least favorite Ephesians?
Alvis: "I have no favorites, but least favorite is either Galahad or Esdeath. Galahad because I get frustrated not being able to openly unleash my true power to counter him. Esdeath just weirds me out."
Out of all the Four Elemental Generals of Ephesus, who is the one you would least like to face on the field of battle?
Alvis: "Mason. My eardrums can only take so much."
What do you think is the best way to deal with the Abominations? Is a militaristic approach the only option?
Alvis: "The abominations have proven unwilling or unable to respond to attempts at peaceful resolution, no matter how generous the trade agreements."
What made you decide to become a soldier, and how long have you been one?
Alvis: "I don't recall, and I don't recall."
Your caught in King Boo's illusion where your greatest fear is brought to life. The illusion is so strong that it affects all 5 of your senses so you can feel, smell, touch, hear and taste (if it involves that) so it might as weLl be there right in the room with you. Oh you have to overcome your greatest fear in a certain amount of time otherwise King Boo will turn you into a painting. So two part question What is your Greatest fear? How do you fight it?
Alvis: "How would that work if I were to fear something non-physical, such as failure, death, or death of a loved one? How does one 'overcome' it?"
Anna: "Iunno. I don't make the questions."
Alvis: "Then lets keep it simple and say I'm deathly afraid of spiders. Yes, I believe I could overcome them."
Anna: "But... whatever. Moving on."
Kill, Marry, ummm One Night Stand:
Lana, June, Ozma
Alvis: "Oh. I detest this kind of question. This is the sort of thing I always hear the soldiers make idle chatter about. Always discussing about their perverse thoughts over the queen, Lana, Cia, Viola, and/or whatever maid or new recruit catches their eye. If only some of them discussed training with as much energy as they do discussing bust sizes."
Anna: "...Answer the question."
Alvis: "I refuse to, as I don't know who this 'Ozma' person is."
Anna: "...Getting real tired of your non-answers, here."
Better Waifu (answer at your own risk): Yancy, Iodine, Glinda, June, Catie, or Anna
Alvis: "This is another kind of question I detest. I don't even recognize three of those names."
Anna: "Pick one out of the ones you do recognize, then!"
Alvis: "Very well. Anna. To stroke your ego just this once."
Anna grumbled something vulgar beneath her breath.
Thoughts on this doujin where you summon and "play with" a very attractive female wind spirit?
Anna leaned forward to fetch a book from under her seat before Alvis raised a hand to stop her.
Alvis: "They're as nonsensical as they are disgusting. Does it look like these entities possess sex organs? Or anything below the waist, for that matter?"
The wind spirit rose and helpfully pointed to its lack of a lower body.
Anna: "Killjoy..."
What do you do to people who call you an air head?
Alvis: "I merely imagine slapping them across the face."
So if there was a way to have your own Army of magical creatures like say Pokemon would you want it?
Alvis: "Any ally reinforcement is good reinforcement."
Would you ever consider using a Devil Arm if you had the chance to?
Alvis: "I already have, but that was quite a time ago. I believe it was put to greater use than if I were to have continued using it."
Out of all the Outlanders, who do you trust the most and who do you trust the least?
Alvis: "I can't say I'm informed enough about each individual member to say I completely trust one more than the others. That said, I can say I distrust that Nobunaga fellow. From his interactions with the Queen he strikes me too much of a 'loose cannon'. Perhaps I should request some additional Angelo presence in the palace, if he gives me further reason to."
If an ape driving a coat cart is going 50 mph, and a dragon lizard King is about 25 feet behind him. A princess throws a turtle shell going 15 mph before it hits the ape. The apes cart crashes first and the lizard King and Princess are caught up in the crash along with a plumber and a turtle. Who's at fault for the accident? Can the Princess later sue for personal injuries even though she was the one that through a foreign object from a moving vehicle and caused the ape to crash?
Alvis: "I'll blame the plumber. It sounds as if they were minding their own business too much for my tastes."
Anna groaned in frustration. "Ugh. I'm starting to think this interview was a bad idea with how none of these questions sound genuine."
If you could have a mount-sized mutant insect to ride into battle, what type would you like?
Alvis: "A Stigfly's mobility would compliment me well, I think; though it would be difficult to provide for their bloodsucking diets. Or perhaps a Hrunt Beetle for their strong exoskeleton. Both sound satisfactory."
How bout dem Cowboys?
Alvis: "Sterling's eccentric, but the finest marksman I've had the pleasure of seeing."
99 bottles of beer on the wall. 99 bottles of beer take one down pass it around. What's your favorite color???
Alvis: "Green. I was fortunate that the uniform compliments it."
How much does Glinda involve you in menial tasks? Do you only advise her on major issues, or does she come for you for minor things like fashion advice?
Alvis: "Normal issues, 95% of the time. She likely knows well enough that I'm no good at more casual affairs and asks someone else, like Cia."
A random knight on top of an armored horse tells you to pick a god and pray. What god are you picking and why?
Alvis: "Myself, for obvious reasons."
Anna: "And you're tossing shade at my ego?!"
Alvis: "They called me 'Wind God' once. Wasn't my idea. It's died down nowadays, though."
What would you do if there was a third party at play behind the events in OZ, and they also summoned Outlanders, and one of these Outlanders was simply too powerful to fight? How would you deal with an entity that was beyond your comprehension, when if it chose to, it could simply blink and erase everything you hold dear from existence?
Alvis: "Challenge them to a game of chess. Perhaps they'll be a worthy opponent."
How big was the largest rat you ever saw?
Alvis: "Leonard's size."
Why do you serve Queen Glinda? Just because she's Queen, out of duty to her late husband, or because she's someone worthy of serving?
Alvis: "She and her husband restored my faith in humanity. Long story."
Anna: "...Well, I guess that falls under the 'Spoiler' clause... If you're answering honestly, for once."
Sincerely, how does Glinda measure up to Vance?
Alvis: "They were roughly the same height."
Between yourself, the royalty, and each of the Yuelian generals, who would win a beauty pageant?
Alvis: "Who's judging?"
Anna: "Uh... My sisters and I?"
Alvis: "Sterling would be my guess."
What were your parents like?
Alvis: "Never met them. Not even at birth."
Anna: "...Explain."
Alvis: "I hatched from an egg."
Anna: "...Alright, that does it!"
Anna snapped her fingers, and two items materialized: A plastic funnel, and a large keg of truth serum that fell onstage with a heavy THUD.
Alvis looked slightly distressed. "Anna? What are you--"
Anna pounced as the signal switched to a "WHOOPS! TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES!" screen, with a old-timely-cartoon Flying Monkey grasping his head in distress as it looked at a camera that has burst into flames.
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 19, 2016 18:27:35 GMT -6
The curtains parted once more, and this time, Alvis was positively glowing in his seat. Literally glowing. There was an unhealthy-looking blue glow to his figure.
"Welcome back to the Xtra-Serum'd Mailbag of Legends!" Anna declared. "Anything to say before we get started, 'Wind God'?"
"I require use of your restrooms," Alvis said.
"Well said!" Anna said. "Let's continue!"
Happy birthday! Also, when's your birthday?
Alvis: "Why thank you! Alas, I don't know my birthdate, for none of the alchemists who succeeded in creating artificial life from a series of test tubes bothered to tell me, and it was quite a while before I discovered what a calendar was by then."
Anna gave a frustrated yell before remembering where she was, regaining her composure, and putting on a cheery demeanor again, although the smile was obviously forced at this point.
Is the princess in another castle?
Alvis: "Lana is perfectly safe at the palace.
...Unless there's an imposter I should be made aware of."
What do you think of Alexus? Is he just an arrogant fool, or is he a serious threat? And if he is, why haven't you done something about him before?
Alvis: "I have a feeling in my gut that there's more to him than meets the eye, and that it's something I'm not going to like. Regardless, he and his forces are a strong military might, and that's something we're in dire need of, so we tolerate him for the time being."
Do you think Emperor Grievous has any ulterior motives for his war against Yuelia? Or do you think he's just a madman?
Alvis: "Both."
How can our eyes be real if mirrors are fake?
Alvis: "A philosopher, you are not."
There are rumors that Ephesus has some sort of secret superweapon, and that they're planning a full-scale invasion into Yuelia with a force lead by Generals Esdeath and Galahad, their two most powerful military leaders. As Yuelia's foremost military leader, how would you counter such a force?
Alvis: "The power of friendship."
How long have you known about Queen Glinda's dirty little secret? Spoilers, she's a Necromancer.
Alvis: "I would appreciate it if you refrain from spreading such slanderous rumors of our queen, regardless of your intentions."
While out in the field, you're sleeping in your tent when you're awoken by a slight noise and find General Esdeath sitting on the edge of your cot. She's unarmed, and wearing civilian clothes. You have no idea how she managed to slip into your camp. But she asks for your help to stop her father, the Emperor, from destroying the world. What do you do?
Alvis: "Request that she stand outside, for I sleep in the nude and would prefer to have a chance to put on proper garments suitable for such an audience."
A few audience members blushed at the mental image of that first part.
Who was your predecessor and what was he/she like?
Alvis: "Ahh yes, sir Percival was an excellent fencer and the one whose shoes I eventually succeeded. His hobbies included long walks alone, stamp collecting, sampling foreign cuisine, and writing in journals. He used Thatanos Edge before being wounded in a battle and allowing our late King to take up the sword. Percival then switched to fighting with a rapier until he went M.I.A."
Scariest abomination?
Alvis: "Humanity.
I jest. There are a relatively new species of sandworms that have taken residence deep in the desert to the east. The burrow in the sand until they sense prey stamping overhead, in which they surround them and pounce to strike. If the target is hit by their venomous teeth, the poison soon paralyzes them, which allows the worms to burrow into their skull and either devour them from within, or lay their ravenous larvae to feast on. Fortunately, we have little need to have to wander into their territory, and even if we did, we possess aerial mobility options."
If you could wish for one thing, regardless of potential negative consequences, what would it be?
Alvis: "I would request that Vance Garland be raised from the dead for one day. His death was sudden, and it obviously still weighs heavily on the queen's mind. Necromancy and all of its forms are forbidden, but I believe it would be worth it just this once, so that both Glinda and Lana may have a chance of closure, and weigh some regrets off their shoulders."
Would you rather punch a dolphin or dolphin some punch?
Alvis: "...Dolphin some punch?"
What's your favorite traditional Yuleian dish?
Alvis: "Komodo's Chili. Truly, the pinnacle of human achievement, even if its name is misleading, as Komodos are not involved in the making of it, nor do they particularly care for it."
What are your thoughts on the Outlanders? Do you think it was a good decision to enlist their aid?
Alvis: "I put my faith in Glinda's judgement."
If you could marry Glinda or Lana to take over the throne would you? If you were King of Oz!Hoshino what would your first act be?
Alvis: "I would prefer not to, but hypothetically speaking, my first act would be to provide incentives to reduce air pollution."
What do you consider your best trait as leader?
Alvis: "I can play a mean harmonica."
Would you want a death turkey?
Alvis: "...Any ally reinforcement is good reinforcement."
Are you a bad General or a good General?
Alvis: "I have four-point-six stars on ratemymilitary.com so I suppose I'm a good one."
Do you have any siblings?
Alvis: "There was another cell, as is the result of mitosis, but alas, they passed on a long time ago."
Anna groaned.
What is your preferred form of swimwear?
Alvis: "Swimming trunks."
"Annnnnnnnnnnnnd that's a wrap!" Anna said. "Any parting words?"
"I urgently require use of your restrooms," Alvis said.
"Great!" Anna cheered. "Now get out."
Alvis and his spirit vanished in a puff of smoke.
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Alvis opened the journal, skimming over the neat handwriting -- after-action reports, opinion pieces, philosophical insight, the usual -- untill he reached one page in particular. He looked over it, scoffing to himself as he read the contents.
...Right then.
Alvis flung the journal upward. A series of wind blades materialized and began slicing up the airborne journal, shredding it until it was nothing but illegible pieces of scrap. Alvis snapped his fingers, dissipating the blades of wind and allowing the remnants of the journal to be carried away by strong wind.
Success.
Alvis turned back and allowed a tornado to rush him back to Sterling's camp.
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 19, 2016 18:30:10 GMT -6
Current Nominations:- empireoffire: Joshua/Pokemon, Irving, Yancy- HHDeception: Celeste/Joanna, Anthea, Moran. - Neo: Esdeath, Mason, Grievous, Aris/Leo, Kanis ( who?) - CDM: Marth the Horse, Franklin/Pierre/Ignius - Mystic: Mystic - Mr. X: Mario/Starlow, Charlie/Alyssa, Kammy/Kamek/Minions, Sophie/Anna, Dimentio, Fawful/Pokemon, Catie Depending on how quickly votes come in, it'll end either Sunday at 7 PM EST, or Monday at 5 PM EST. |
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 19, 2016 18:36:26 GMT -6
Also,
1) Mario
2) Catie
3) Aris/Leo
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2016 18:54:09 GMT -6
I say bring it on guys.....If your brave enough
Yancy
Joshua
Marth
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Post by SummerCrow on Nov 19, 2016 20:24:08 GMT -6
Aris/Leo
Catie
Sophie/Anne
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 20, 2016 17:48:49 GMT -6
Deadline is officially Monday, 5 PM EST.
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Post by SpringForest on Nov 21, 2016 6:34:06 GMT -6
1. Aris/Leo
2. Dimentio
3. Marth the Horse
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 21, 2016 10:30:05 GMT -6
Yancy
Dimentio
Marth
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Post by Neo on Nov 21, 2016 16:51:53 GMT -6
Give it to the runner-up. I'm not interested in participating in the mailbag right now.
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 21, 2016 17:05:26 GMT -6
Now I'm torn. Let's hear you guys' opinions.
Runner-up wins, or restart poll? Which would be fairer?
(Aris/Leo will be a lock for an episode whenever Mr. Neo decides to take it up, so they're not "lost")
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 17:10:42 GMT -6
Ehh its up to you Emppy what do you think would work the best?
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Post by SummerCrow on Nov 21, 2016 17:21:07 GMT -6
Runner-up.
Faster.
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 21, 2016 17:30:07 GMT -6
Ehh its up to you Emppy what do you think would work the best? I'm asking because I don't know. And I don't want to come across as biased since Yancy is the runner-up. |
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Post by HHDeception on Nov 21, 2016 17:34:23 GMT -6
IMO get Yancy over with so we can move on as a forum.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 17:36:45 GMT -6
But Emppy I am about the most indecivse person here.....
Fine we can do runner up not because its the Yancy Mailbag or anything.
Okay because its totally the Yancy mailbag
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Post by Deleted on Nov 21, 2016 17:37:33 GMT -6
Yancy mailbag is love. Yancy mailbag is life
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 21, 2016 18:37:07 GMT -6
A gambling-suit-wearing Anna skipped happily down the hall to the lady's dressing room, humming Road Taken as she reached for a keyring. It's that time of season again!Anna found the key she was looking for and raised it triumphantly. Which means a nice fat bonus for me when the episode's done!Anna did an energetic twirl as she turned the corner, dancing over to the room she was looking for. And this is going to be the juiciest, sexiest, and ratings-bringing-est one yet! I mean, have you seen what she's wearing?!Anna inserted the key into the locked door. It's almost too easy!Anna turned the key and sprung into the room to fetch the next guest. "It's show--" Anna's grin vanished when the guest wasn't where she left her. What laid on the bed in her place were some undone ropes, and a rubber ball with straps of leather in either end. Aww nut--*WHAM*----- Anna groaned as she opened her heavy eyelids, a splitting migraine making her awakening extra unpleasant. Ugh. I need to stop being such a couch potato. What time is it? I gotta get ready for...Anna was perplexed when she tried to rub her eyes with her hand, only for her arm to fail to respond to her commands. Actually, now that she was paying attention, she couldn't quite feel anything below her neck. When her blurry vision adjusted, she realized three things: that she appeared to be on stage, that she was elevated from the ground, and that she was wrapped shoulder to ankles in rope, wrapped tightly like a cocoon. As she struggled, she ended up swinging helplessly from the rope holding her up. "Wha-- What the hell is--" A familiar show tune played, a (very loud) crowd began cheering and applauding and chanting a certain idol/medic/trainer/sex icon/Outlander's name, and the velvet curtains parted as firework effects shot out. The audience showed visible confusion at seeing Anna hanging from the ceiling, but the vast majority of them applauded anyway to be polite. "Uh, errrrr," Anna stammered. She didn't seem to notice that she didn't have a mic or headset to broadcast her voice anyway. "Hey! Sorry, but I'm... uhhh... tied up at the moment..?" A pillar of smoke erupted from the middle of the stage, and a bunch of backup dancers (Flying Monkeys with top hats and a cane) began doing a rehearsed dance as a figure rose from a platform beneath the stage. The figure walked forward a few steps before twin spotlights shone on her, revealing a certain pink idol. "Welcome back to the Mailbag of Legends!" Yancy declared. "How are we all doing this wonderful night?" The young girl was wearing a set of baggy robes hanging off her shoulders, hiding a good part of her curvy figure for once, and was equipped with the red headset that should've been on Anna's head in any other circumstance. As she walked, attentive viewers could probably notice that she was actually mostly barefoot, save for a pair of white, transparent stockings. What else she was wearing beneath the robes, if anything at all, was currently a mystery. The audience roared in applause, chanting her name and raising their signs in support, even if they expected... less... to be left to the imagination. Behind her, another five platforms rose, showing her other Pokemon -- Ursaring, Togekiss, Gallade, Serperior, and Golurk -- raising their hands and bowing to the audience in enthusiastic greetings. Everyone but Golurk had a nice bowtie to them. "What?!" Anna exclaimed, squirming uselessly. "You're probably wondering what this change in management is all about!" Yancy declared, strutting onstage with some slightly out-of-character swagger like she owned the place. "Well the thing is, my first plan after escaping was to force the episode to be cancelled..." Because I knew they're hungry for ratings and setting security on me, forcing me in lingerie, and presenting my bruised body wouldn't be good for that."...But then I heard that the executives were having some... problems... with some debt," she continued. "So we negotiated and came to an agreement where I can host the episode for once!" "WHAT?!" Anna exclaimed. "Don't worry, my Pokemon and I will still answer... most of the questions you'll send us. As for her", Yancy pointed to the redhead squirming uselessly and yelling rude things at everyone, a devious glint in her eyes, "I want you to send suggestions as to what she should be subjected to in my place!" Consider it long overdue payback... even if people are used to seeing... more of her, apparently." WHAT?!" Anna exclaimed for a third time. "What the hell is this?! You can't do that! What'd I ever do to you?!" Yancy's smile dropped slightly in response, for she just barely stopped herself from unleashing a venomous retort, before she recovered and turned back to the audience. "Send in those questions -- and suggestions -- by..." She glanced at the teleprompter from the corner of her eye. " Monday 28th, and we'll be back with an unforgettable show for all of you!" The audience cheered, drowning out Anna's angry protests as the new hostess and her Pokemon curtsied and bowed, respectively. |
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Post by empireoffire on Nov 21, 2016 18:38:35 GMT -6
Also, use common sense in sending those Anna suggestions, folks! Nothing R rated or worse, since that would be out-of-character for Yancy (she's not that pissed off)! None of that guillotine nonsense!
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