[NaDraWriMo] Orpheus rocks my socks
Sorry, this was rushed to meet the deadline guys!
"So, uh... what's it do?"
"I dunno. It looks cool, though, right?"
"Yeah, it does."
Dean and Hank continued to peer at the stupendously large statue that sat on the front lawn.
"Whaddya think it does?"
"Well, uh...."
Dean had circled around to the other side and was peering curiously at the base.
"It looks like it's made of some kind of ... limestone?"
"Yeah, I guess? Geez Dean, you're the geek, not me."
"Hey!"
"What? It's a fact! You're the dweeb of the family!"
Dean stood up and punched his brother in the shoulder. Hank retaliated by kicking his brother in the shin and the whole thing would have degenerated into insanity, but in the spirit of perfectly timed interruptions, a rush of smoke and brimstone filled the air. When it cleared, Orpheus stood in between the two boys, separating them. Thunder and lightning boomed as he stood, raising his arms and making mystical poses suggesting impending doom.
"HAVING JUST COMPLETED MY DOMESTIC LABOURS, I.... HAVE BAKED A BATCH OF MY FAMED PINEAPPLE UP-SIDE DOWN CAKE!"
In a snap, the necromancer seemed to shrink in on himself and he coughed.
"Ahem. Would you care to try some, boys?"
Hank and Dean blinked, turned to each other, then shrugged.
"Sure Mister O! We'll be right there!"
Hank paused, then patted the box.
"Oh, uh, hey Mister O? Is this yours?"
As if on cue, the boy's hand depressed a hidden button in the gigantic trojan butterfly.
"Uh oh."
Two words that never fail to understate the problem.
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D-dragons?
"So, uh... what's it do?"
"I dunno. It looks cool, though, right?"
"Yeah, it does."
Dean and Hank continued to peer at the stupendously large statue that sat on the front lawn.
"Whaddya think it does?"
"Well, uh...."
Dean had circled around to the other side and was peering curiously at the base.
"It looks like it's made of some kind of ... limestone?"
"Yeah, I guess? Geez Dean, you're the geek, not me."
"Hey!"
"What? It's a fact! You're the dweeb of the family!"
Dean stood up and punched his brother in the shoulder. Hank retaliated by kicking his brother in the shin and the whole thing would have degenerated into insanity, but in the spirit of perfectly timed interruptions, a rush of smoke and brimstone filled the air. When it cleared, Orpheus stood in between the two boys, separating them. Thunder and lightning boomed as he stood, raising his arms and making mystical poses suggesting impending doom.
"HAVING JUST COMPLETED MY DOMESTIC LABOURS, I.... HAVE BAKED A BATCH OF MY FAMED PINEAPPLE UP-SIDE DOWN CAKE!"
In a snap, the necromancer seemed to shrink in on himself and he coughed.
"Ahem. Would you care to try some, boys?"
Hank and Dean blinked, turned to each other, then shrugged.
"Sure Mister O! We'll be right there!"
Hank paused, then patted the box.
"Oh, uh, hey Mister O? Is this yours?"
As if on cue, the boy's hand depressed a hidden button in the gigantic trojan butterfly.
"Uh oh."
Two words that never fail to understate the problem.
===
D-dragons?