Semi-open RP: Zappy-zappy!
((Especially open to Jellicles, but if anyone else is interested, they are welcome to stop by. If you know Quaxo, Mistoffelees would probably be interested in chatting for a bit.))
The air in the deserted classroom was thick with electricity. Leaning against one wall stood a row of pillows, neatly arranged and several of them with burnt patches in the middle. In the middle of the room stood Mistoffelees, calm, composed and secretly very pleased with himself.
If you squinted and tilted your head, one orange pillow almost looked like Macavity. Horrible, sadistic Macavity, who smiled when he slaughtered kittens. The monster in Quaxo’s nightmares, and in Mistoffelees’ as well, even though the magical cat would not admit to such a kittenish thing as having nightmares. It was a matter of pride.
Quaxo was supposed to defeat Macavity. The Twins had said so. But he really doubted he’d be able to do that at the moment, which explained why Mistoffelees was out playing. Quaxo sat safely in the back of his head, watching, learning, remembering. There was something freeing about letting someone else take over.
The magical cat took a deep breath and let his paws glow bright. Then he gathered as much of that delicious, tingling power as he could, and let it explode in a burst of fluorescent blue light that sizzled through the air and landed perfectly in the centre of the orange pillow. It ripped open, its contents spilling on the floor and lying in a badly singed and smoking pile, which smelled horrible.
“All in a day’s work,” muttered Mistoffelees. “Quaxo? You watching this?”
Yes, came the humble reply.
"Good."
Anyone passing the classroom would hear the sizzling of lightning, and someone talking to himself.
The air in the deserted classroom was thick with electricity. Leaning against one wall stood a row of pillows, neatly arranged and several of them with burnt patches in the middle. In the middle of the room stood Mistoffelees, calm, composed and secretly very pleased with himself.
If you squinted and tilted your head, one orange pillow almost looked like Macavity. Horrible, sadistic Macavity, who smiled when he slaughtered kittens. The monster in Quaxo’s nightmares, and in Mistoffelees’ as well, even though the magical cat would not admit to such a kittenish thing as having nightmares. It was a matter of pride.
Quaxo was supposed to defeat Macavity. The Twins had said so. But he really doubted he’d be able to do that at the moment, which explained why Mistoffelees was out playing. Quaxo sat safely in the back of his head, watching, learning, remembering. There was something freeing about letting someone else take over.
The magical cat took a deep breath and let his paws glow bright. Then he gathered as much of that delicious, tingling power as he could, and let it explode in a burst of fluorescent blue light that sizzled through the air and landed perfectly in the centre of the orange pillow. It ripped open, its contents spilling on the floor and lying in a badly singed and smoking pile, which smelled horrible.
“All in a day’s work,” muttered Mistoffelees. “Quaxo? You watching this?”
Yes, came the humble reply.
"Good."
Anyone passing the classroom would hear the sizzling of lightning, and someone talking to himself.