trans_9 | The Wrath of Neutro

"Hardly! Like I would confuse a class for an important verb--" she began, rudely interrupted by the music. She looked between the gathered minions of catastrophic evil, and stifled a yawn.

Oh.

And swooned, just enough to collapse against the bars to her cage, hiding her one dratted heel of a heel in her hand as well-timed blasts of air sent her skirts swirling around her legs, and her hair whipping the sides of her face. Soft light gave her an almost unEarthly glow, her lips suddenly far more pouting and prominent than they'd seemed moments before. "The only grinding you'll be seeing is of your Dr. Lady Deathtruction NEUTRO™ as she realizes that her plans are foiled yet again! Especially," she said, eyes traveling to the Felix the Cat clock where it hung ticking on the wall, "Since you're making dear Percival miss his reruns!"

She straightened up, tsking and wagging her finger at both minions. Sakura meant it quite literally. Percy had a habit of watching the re-tellings of his glorious deeds, putting him in perpetually higher spirits than his normally high spirits. When he missed them, he would start to become something close to disagreeable. Sakura knew how exceedingly difficult it could be to start convincing him to do things in that state, at least the things that she found important. Strolls on beaches at well timed and choreographed sunsets, teleporting into ruins only forbidden because you weren't dating the superhero of your galactic sector, the shopping district planets she had to cajole and convince him into flying them to, with their fantastic sales and superb sensitivity for the pulse of fashion itself the universe over. The stores she would gallantly lead him toward, where his flagging sense of self would be bolstered by fluttering eyelashes and antennae, sometimes even wings, almost always tentacles with those little sucker and the claws that tried stealing more than just bits of Percival's rather dashing costume while lips and beaks attempted to turn him away from his lauded and applauded loyalty to the one, true, sweet, eternally appreciative and devoted love of his life, one Daisy Duke...

...

... On the other hand, maybe she didn't really like the shopping district planets.

"... So take all the time you want! My darling will come for me, and all of your plans, all of your giant death rays and grinding and gyrating will be for nothing!"

Edited 2011-06-09 20:51 (UTC)

Nuon didn't even favor the Blood Queen's remarks with a glance. He could feel her loathesome gaze upon him, no doubt expecting him to harm the defiant Daisy Duke. Trust that ill-educated Egyptian to take even obviously idle threats as literally as statements of fact.

If Daisy's actress imitation moved Nuon's mechanical heart in any way, he gave no sign, watching dispassionately as she lost herself in her self-imposed reverie. He was lost to the finer charms of the female form.

"Unfortunately, the only one gyrating here is the conniving, cut-rate conjurer you see behind me, though I'd be more than happy to resolve the issue if my Lady would but give me the chance."

She sent a not very subtle signal with a sway of her hips, and soon music pleasing to the Blood Queen (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I_G8DzfB-0A) filled the air. Much better than that noise that Nuon was inflicting on them all. After all, they had not been specifically instructed to torture the prisoner.

Yet.

She ignored the squeaking of the defective tin toy, isntead choosing to answer the prisoner's whines. "Time is running out. Soon Dr. Lady Deathtruction NEUTRO™ will have completed her Death Ray, and shall mount it on her DEATH ASTEROID. Soon she shall deliver an ultimatum to the universe: surrender to her ultimate power or die infinite deaths!" Her eyes gleamed with passion at the thought.

Sakura had shifted to start picking the lock again with her single heel of Consummate Freedom™ (she felt she was owed a trademark or two herself, this was a profession, being the damsel), if she paused at the Blood Queen's proclamation. "Oh, so you've got resurrection rays too, now."

Edited 2011-06-09 23:03 (UTC)

And where had Dr. Lady Deathtruction NEUTRO™ been all this time?

She was in the bathroom.

...no, not doing that, she was taking a shower.

Even villains needed to smell their best if they were going to meet their archenemies in a few hours time. Might as well smell midnight spicy breeze than sweaty scientist, you know? Her outfit was drying in some sort of futuristic space drying facility, leaving her only with a black towel (OF DEATH!) and the goggles on her head. This might be a cheap attempt at getting more than just the Blood Queens cleavage appearing on camera, considering how the towel was just the right size to cover both ends, but teasing if she bent a little too much. There always was more than one audience to pander too, obviously.

Passing by Daisy' cage, she idly grab the girl's heel and took it with her, leaving the poor woman with nothing to pick the lock again.

"We're out of hair conditioner!" she gritted between her teeth, effectively ruining the mood. "I'm going to need to go shopping after I destroy everything!" She turned to her two lieutenants. "YOU TWO. STOP FIGHTING BETWEEN YOURSELVES AND CONCENTRATED MORE ON HOW TO DEFEAT PERCIVAL!" Has the Lady heard everything they had said? No, but she assumed they were fighting. They always were bickering. Just leave them for two minutes or take a nice long shower and they'd start bickering. The girl fluffed her hair as it slowly rose up into the sky drying, returning it into her usual afro (of doom).

"And you!" turning back, looking at Daisy with one eye closed and holding the heel. "You try to break out of here again and I swear all Percival will find of you is a mat of hair and a pile of ashes! Are we clear?!"

Edited 2011-06-10 11:50 (UTC)

Nuon bowed low, sweeping his crimson cape behind him. "Of course, my Lady. Please, allow me to take care of Phoenix and his ridiculous retinue -- I swear to you that I will destroy them without fail."

The Blood Queen curtsied, making certain that she dipped just a little bit lower than Nuon. "My Lady, you may rest assured that (with your blessing) it is I who shall deliver certain death to Percival and his little band of bootlickers." Postage due, her expression suggested.

"There can be plenty of death dispersed out," she answered with a nod, her hand still clutching the towel to make sure it didn't fall off.

"Now before everything, the both of you. Your TPS reports? I hope the both of you have dutifully been filling them out, the Evil League of Evil has been knocking on my door for the past two days. Evil Elephant wants to make sure we're being evil and not just twiddling our thumbs. Stupid pachyderm always tries to get his trunk up everyone's affairs," she muttered.

Uh oh.

"Of course, my Lady -- in fact, I already entrusted my report to the Blood Queen, for delivery to you several days ago. I trust that it has arrived safe and sound?"

Evil Elephant: the thorn in everyone's side.

She blinked her evil eyes in the most innocent fashion she was capable of, which was not very innocent at all. "Unfortunately the Evil League of Evil is no longer accepting paper submissions, Nuon. I rerouted the forms back to you with instructions simple enough that even you can follow them. Perhaps next month you can manage to submit them more promptly? Of course," another flutter of the eyelashes, this one directed to the Lady, "my own reports were sent exactly on time."

The Blood Queen was on excellent terms with Evil Elephant, as it happened. They had an...understanding.

His gaze is full of false pity. "Oh, Blood Queen, sometimes I wonder if you truly have a mind rattling around in that half-empty head of yours, or merely a leaky sieve. Surely you remember I never file paper copies of anything. But if you've lost the files, no matter. I'll simply have to resubmit them. But please, do try and inform me if you lose any more of my things in the future?"

The Blood Queen regarded her co-minion with a sorrowful gaze. "Nuon, all electronic submissions require paper back-ups, along with a copy of the Paperless Office Conformation Form. I have told you that (by the Lady's will) all electronic submissions are to go to TPSreports(at)nearlyfinisheddeathfortress.com, and not TPSreports(at)deathfortressundercontruction.com." She sighed. "You really do need to look into getting your memory optimized. Surely there must be room for some improvement?"

There was plenty of room, no doubt, but it was unlikely that Nuon's addled brainpan could be optimized in any useful way. Well, perhaps as a flowerpot.

"Please, Blood Queen: you're beginning to contradict yourself. The Evil Elephant hasn't required anything so pedestrian as a 'paper back-up' for the past hundred years; and as I believe I've already mentioned, I submit all my reports in electronic form. Unless, of course, you're suggesting the Evil Elephant has given me special dispensation to file my reports in a manner different from all the other evil minions? You of all people should know his rules bend for no one."

He bowed. "Not even for robots in need of 'memory optimization', as you so crudely put it."

Now her expression was tinged with what might almost be despair. "Can it be that your memory is truly so corroded, like that tin can you wear for a head? If so, I should strongly recommend that the Lady consider taking you offline for repairs." Her chin rose imperiously. "I will not have your flaws endanger her or her plans."

"If the Lady wishes a servant who is capable of carrying out all of your duties, with the added advantage of being able to remember what his orders are, I should recommend one of my robo-jackals, Deathtruction-Devotee? Who is also considerably more attractive than you."

"ALRIGHT, ENOUGH!" God. Damn. Even when she was in front of her they would begin bickering. Like children! Nothing but children. "You each provide me with assistance, but keep this up and it will be the scrapyard for the both of you." She shot a nearby guy dressed in red for a perfect example of how evil she was. He was swept off by a bunch of robots. But all this talk about Evil Elephant made her wonder. She liked the guy, but he was the type that didn't forget things that were done to dishonor him.

"I'm going to need the both of you to do different things." BAM! Another dead red shirt guy. "Please don't make this harder for yourselves than it is for me..." she sat a pretty badass looking chair that probably had all of the budget put on it, legs crossed over the now dead plastic-looking body. Decked in faux gold and wood, with flaming skulls on top, it was awe inspiring and evil looking. Now if only she was in her outfit instead of an EVIL TOWEL™ it would look much, much, more imposing.

"Blood Queen, stop Percival and those fools. They must not get here at any cost, do you hear me? Nuon I want you to take the spaceship and fly to Evil Elephant's Planet to make sure all of the paperwork is correct. The last thing this operation needs is an annual checkup by the likes of them."

Edited 2011-06-11 02:48 (UTC)

Nuon gave her a picture-perfect bow; his was the soul of the consummate servant. "Of course, my Lady. It shall be done."

He disappeared in a burst of electrical energy. Because walking out the door was just not awesome and robotic enough.

The Blood Queen curtsied low, low enough that the wings of her headdress swept the floor. "My lady, it is ever my honor to serve you."

She rose and undulated out the door with consummate grace, like a magnificent ship sailing out into the desert, twin prows cutting a wake before her.

Sakura was staring at the downed men in red shirts, sad for the loss of their lives. Mostly. See, it was difficult, since they were part of what kept her here, and also part of the Evil Core of Evil, but they were also people.

She wept, beautiful and silent, in her cage.

While trying to pick her lock with a hairpin.

... One never really could give up, even when weeping beautifully in a gilded cage under soft light and under penalty of the threat of ashification.

"STOP THAT!" The mad scientist was gone from her throne and now overlooked the girl. Lash took the hairpin...and used it to tie her towel together.

"Hey, this is a great idea!" No more accidents!

Golly gosh gee willikers, but that was her hairpin! She only had nine of them left in her hair now! "You haven't heard of the twist and tuck?"

"Haven't you heard of shut your foul mouth before I shoot you?"

...the towel was twisted and tucked.

Sakura coughed into her hand. The terribly evil doctor and she seemed to share a certain... wonderful body type. Terrific for running! "Tension helps," was her 'helpful' commentary.

The doctor was about to reply something back when the "ding!" sound of a machine's work finished and ready for display. Music to her ears.

"My costume is now freshly ironed, Daisy. Don't try to escape now, I'll be right back with something a lot more comfortable, A HA HAAA HAAA HAA HA HAAAA!"

"I'll stay right here," she promised, sing song.

As soon as the evil doctor was gone, she was back on that lock. As if! Oh, and this time, she feels the mechanism catch...

That's when another cage falls on top of that one.

Trust a mad scientist to think of everything.

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