To Paint a Prinny [Complete]
Character(s): Larxene, Keesling
Content: After painting the town red her captive Prinny pink, Larxene decides to see if she can make him bleed which is physically impossible for prinnies, but since when has Larxene been a quitter?
Setting: Larxene's Secret Lair/Library
Time: Good question. :D
Warnings: Stabbitying. Looooots of stabbitying. And pink paint, if that sort of thing scares you.
Note: This was done over AIM, so it's all one epic post.
Larxene smiled at the prinny as she stepped out of the portal into her secret lair, as it were. This was definitely one of her better ideas. Pausing to look about for only a moment, she took a clear plastic box, turned it upside-down and placed it on top of Keelsing, and placed several books--including a few books on and by Marquis de Sade--on top so he couldn't escape. And if she had to, there was always electricity.
"You wait right there~" she cooed, and began looking through her things.
Keesling was, to put it simply, incredibly confused. One minute he'd been staking out some strange red person with Bellatrix and Freidrich, and the next he was somewhere completely different with a box over him. A box! Like he was some kind of animal!
Well, forget that.
"Let me out!" he yelled, pounding on the box with his flippers, gaining only a few inches of movement from the weighted box and increasing his frustration. "Let me out, dood!"
"Now where's the fun in that?" Larxene called, her voice muffled as she pawed through her closet.
It must have been somewhere, she couldn't have put it too far away--ah! The paintbrush. She snatched it from its place in the closet, spund about, and promptly disappeared through another portal. But only for a moment.
When she returned, she had with her a bucket of pink paint. She giggled and sat on the box. " How would you like a makeover?"
Fun? Who cared about fun? He just wanted to get out of here! It looked like this wasn't about to happen, although it sure wasn't from a lack of trying on Keesling's part. When pounding against the box didn't work, he tried shoving it, throwing his entire weight against the walls in an attempt to topple the box (or at least get it to move, at this point he didn't care which).
No dice.
His eyes widened when he saw the crazy lady - Larxene, this was Larxene, he recognized her from the journals - coming towards him with brush and bucket. Was she going to paint him?
And then everything clicked. He was too new to have met Big Sis Prinny, but he remembered other squads talking about her, what she did, who she'd been before she died. And now Larxene had kidnapped him, and she was messing with Laharl, and pink paint...Keesling was perfectly adept at putting two and two together, and the shock of the realization of just what Larxene intended to do redoubled his efforts to escape. He pounded even harder on the walls, receiving nothing for his efforts but sore flippers and keeping at it anyways. "No, dood! Let me out! Let me out, dood!"
"Fine~" she said, and two things happened at once, very quickly.
She kicked the box over, sending it and the books flying across the room.
And she threw several razor-sharp kunai at the prinny, with the intent of pinning him down. It wouldn't do if he was squirming while she painted.
Needless to say, this was not a development Keesling had been expecting. He squawked in surprise, and that was all the time needed to allow the kunai to hit him, one through each flipper effectively pinning him to the wall and the third lodging firmly in his left side. He cried out again, this time in pain, but no matter what he did now he was very thoroughly caught.
Another smile--one that was pleased, and therefore oh-so-dangerous. She dipped the paintbrush into the paint and approached the trapped creature.
"Hold still now~" she said, as if he had a choice in the matter, and then began to paint. It wouldn't take too long to finish the painting, and then she could take the perfect picture of "Laharl's mother". She wasn't sure how long she could continue the ruse, but it would be fun while it lasted, and worth every second it took to set up.
It was all Keesling could do to stand there and shake. Okay, so being stabbed hurt. A lot. He knew he should be trying to escape, to fight, to do something, but all he had to do was wiggle and the agony in his flippers and his side would remind him as to why that Just Wasn't Happening. He closed his eyes tight, still shivering, and just hoped all this would be over soon.
If she hadn't been a Nobody, Larxene could have said she was really enjoying herself. The little prinny cowering before her--it was a rush. She fought the urge to really start to dig into the prinny with her kunai, and settled for removing the one in his side--she couldn't have that in the photo--and painting over the wound. Once she was finished, she stepped back, spent a moment admiring her work, and snapped a photo.
Keesling's hope that maybe if he stayed quiet, Larxene wouldn't hurt him again was shattered as she yanked the kunai out of his side. With his eyes closed, he hadn't seen her going for it, and the additional bout of pain completely blindsided him. He cried out, yanking forward reflexively, which only pulled against the kunai in his flippers and caused him more pain. He leaned against the wall gingerly, shaking and whimpering quietly. "L-Let me go," he managed, voice barely above a whisper, after she'd taken her picture. "You got what you wanted, dood."
"Not yet~" Larxene said, removing the kunai from his flippers and putting him back under the box--though she didn't bother to stack more than a couple of books atop it, she was much too focused on her latest scheme. "The game's hardly begun!"
She turned away from the newly pink prinny and lounged on a couch, back to the box, resuming her torment of Laharl over the journal system.
This time Keesling just flinched as Larxene yanked out the kunai in his flippers, stubbornly keeping his beak shut. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
He was quiet as she threw the box back over him, but he noticed she only put on - three books? Did she really think only three books would hold him, just because he was injured? Because he was a Prinny? Jeez, he just couldn't get any respect.
Although, who needed respect when he had opportunity?
He removed his knives from his fanny pack as quietly as he could - this was either going to work or fail spectacularly, and he was sure hoping for the former. Well, this was it. He backed up to the far edge of the box, then threw himself against its front edge, flipping the box over and sending the books atop it flying. Taking advantage of his forward momentum, he sprinted across the room towards Larxene, knives aimed at her knee. If she couldn't walk, then his escape would just be that much easier.
Larxene heard the clatter and spun around, but not fast enough to avoid the attack entirely. She hissed as the knife dug into flesh, and there was an audible crackle as electricity jolted from her in her fury. How dare such a pathetic creature attack her? She drew a kunai, charged with electricity, and whipped it at the prinny.
She would not allow him to simply walk out of here, not after he had dared injure her.
Keesling was surprised that he'd managed to get his knives into Larxene at all. Somehow, though, he hadn't been expecting her to react so quickly.
The electricity jolted up his knives, making him jump backwards and leaving him completely unprepared for the kunai. It hit him square in the stomach and threw him backwards, screaming as his small body jerked with spasms caused by the electric shock, his knives clattering to the floor.
He finally got enough of a grip on himself to scramble to his feet, heading for the door. He had to get away and he had to do it now.
Larxene was the lady of lightning for more reasons than her control of electricity. In the blink of an eye she had not warped but ran to the door, stopping in front of it to block the only exit. Her injury was a minor one; she had sustained much worse. She aimed another charged kunai at him, and this time opened a portal behind him. Hopefully he would be knocked through it--and pinned to the wall of the dome, next to the Muspelheim gate.
Keesling stopped short, skidding a bit on the floor as Larxene just suddenly appeared in front of the door. How had she done that? He'd stabbed her leg! She was just acting like nothing had happened?
It seemed it was Larxene's plans and not Keesling's that were working today, as his surprise gave ample time for the kunai to hit home, the blade tearing another hole through his left flipper and the electricity throwing him through darkness and against something hard. He tried to move and cried out as he found out that he was once again staked to a wall with a knife, so high up he had to stand on his tippytoes just to keep from ripping the blade completely through his flipper. There was no way he could reach it to pull it out himself.
He took a deep breath, trying to find his wits through the pain, and yelled for help, calling to a line of yellow-haired people who moved forward as though he simply weren't there.
Larxene stepped gingerly through the portal--her leg hurt, dammit--and smirked. Grabbing for his free flipper, she took a second kunai and jammed it through to pin it to the wall, hard. And then she aimed two more for those stubs he called legs.
"Watch who you stab, prinny," she said, and spat the last word like an insult.
Keesling's eyes widened in sheer terror as Larxene stepped through the portal in front of him. Why couldn't she just leave him alone! He cried out again and again as she pinned all four of his limbs to the wall, then tried to catch his breath - to not break down completely - as she spoke. He never broke eye contact, though, never looked away. He was a Prinny, and he was a vassal of the Overlord. If all else failed, at least he could keep that little bit of pride for himself.
Larxene matched the prinny's gaze; perhaps he was a bit tougher than she thought. She would just have to teach him his place. He was a pathetic vassal for a worthless Overlord; he'd do best to keep his eyes on the ground.
So she stabbed again. In the stomach. And again and again and again, until the kunai--which, of course, she could call up an endless stream of if she wanted--formed a perfect heart in his chest. Again she stepped back to admire her work. She laughed, turned, stepped back into the portal.
"Ta~" she said, and she was gone.
Keesling needn't have worried about losing what little pride he had left. After all, he couldn't even draw breath as he was stabbed once, and again, and again and again and again and again until he lost count and just waited, waited for it to stop. There was no chance of him screaming.
Finally the stabbing stopped, leaving him with a dull, near overwhelming ache and the strange feeling of nearly a dozen kunai lodged in his body. Hearing laughter, he looked up, straight at Larxene, and watched her leave (if only just to make sure she was really gone).
She was.
He stayed silent, focused solely on staying where he was, on not letting the kunai rip his flippers any more than they already had. Maybe if he didn't think about it it wouldn't hurt so much.
Content: After painting the town red her captive Prinny pink, Larxene decides to see if she can make him bleed which is physically impossible for prinnies, but since when has Larxene been a quitter?
Setting: Larxene's Secret Lair/Library
Time: Good question. :D
Warnings: Stabbitying. Looooots of stabbitying. And pink paint, if that sort of thing scares you.
Note: This was done over AIM, so it's all one epic post.
Larxene smiled at the prinny as she stepped out of the portal into her secret lair, as it were. This was definitely one of her better ideas. Pausing to look about for only a moment, she took a clear plastic box, turned it upside-down and placed it on top of Keelsing, and placed several books--including a few books on and by Marquis de Sade--on top so he couldn't escape. And if she had to, there was always electricity.
"You wait right there~" she cooed, and began looking through her things.
Keesling was, to put it simply, incredibly confused. One minute he'd been staking out some strange red person with Bellatrix and Freidrich, and the next he was somewhere completely different with a box over him. A box! Like he was some kind of animal!
Well, forget that.
"Let me out!" he yelled, pounding on the box with his flippers, gaining only a few inches of movement from the weighted box and increasing his frustration. "Let me out, dood!"
"Now where's the fun in that?" Larxene called, her voice muffled as she pawed through her closet.
It must have been somewhere, she couldn't have put it too far away--ah! The paintbrush. She snatched it from its place in the closet, spund about, and promptly disappeared through another portal. But only for a moment.
When she returned, she had with her a bucket of pink paint. She giggled and sat on the box. " How would you like a makeover?"
Fun? Who cared about fun? He just wanted to get out of here! It looked like this wasn't about to happen, although it sure wasn't from a lack of trying on Keesling's part. When pounding against the box didn't work, he tried shoving it, throwing his entire weight against the walls in an attempt to topple the box (or at least get it to move, at this point he didn't care which).
No dice.
His eyes widened when he saw the crazy lady - Larxene, this was Larxene, he recognized her from the journals - coming towards him with brush and bucket. Was she going to paint him?
And then everything clicked. He was too new to have met Big Sis Prinny, but he remembered other squads talking about her, what she did, who she'd been before she died. And now Larxene had kidnapped him, and she was messing with Laharl, and pink paint...Keesling was perfectly adept at putting two and two together, and the shock of the realization of just what Larxene intended to do redoubled his efforts to escape. He pounded even harder on the walls, receiving nothing for his efforts but sore flippers and keeping at it anyways. "No, dood! Let me out! Let me out, dood!"
"Fine~" she said, and two things happened at once, very quickly.
She kicked the box over, sending it and the books flying across the room.
And she threw several razor-sharp kunai at the prinny, with the intent of pinning him down. It wouldn't do if he was squirming while she painted.
Needless to say, this was not a development Keesling had been expecting. He squawked in surprise, and that was all the time needed to allow the kunai to hit him, one through each flipper effectively pinning him to the wall and the third lodging firmly in his left side. He cried out again, this time in pain, but no matter what he did now he was very thoroughly caught.
Another smile--one that was pleased, and therefore oh-so-dangerous. She dipped the paintbrush into the paint and approached the trapped creature.
"Hold still now~" she said, as if he had a choice in the matter, and then began to paint. It wouldn't take too long to finish the painting, and then she could take the perfect picture of "Laharl's mother". She wasn't sure how long she could continue the ruse, but it would be fun while it lasted, and worth every second it took to set up.
It was all Keesling could do to stand there and shake. Okay, so being stabbed hurt. A lot. He knew he should be trying to escape, to fight, to do something, but all he had to do was wiggle and the agony in his flippers and his side would remind him as to why that Just Wasn't Happening. He closed his eyes tight, still shivering, and just hoped all this would be over soon.
If she hadn't been a Nobody, Larxene could have said she was really enjoying herself. The little prinny cowering before her--it was a rush. She fought the urge to really start to dig into the prinny with her kunai, and settled for removing the one in his side--she couldn't have that in the photo--and painting over the wound. Once she was finished, she stepped back, spent a moment admiring her work, and snapped a photo.
Keesling's hope that maybe if he stayed quiet, Larxene wouldn't hurt him again was shattered as she yanked the kunai out of his side. With his eyes closed, he hadn't seen her going for it, and the additional bout of pain completely blindsided him. He cried out, yanking forward reflexively, which only pulled against the kunai in his flippers and caused him more pain. He leaned against the wall gingerly, shaking and whimpering quietly. "L-Let me go," he managed, voice barely above a whisper, after she'd taken her picture. "You got what you wanted, dood."
"Not yet~" Larxene said, removing the kunai from his flippers and putting him back under the box--though she didn't bother to stack more than a couple of books atop it, she was much too focused on her latest scheme. "The game's hardly begun!"
She turned away from the newly pink prinny and lounged on a couch, back to the box, resuming her torment of Laharl over the journal system.
This time Keesling just flinched as Larxene yanked out the kunai in his flippers, stubbornly keeping his beak shut. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
He was quiet as she threw the box back over him, but he noticed she only put on - three books? Did she really think only three books would hold him, just because he was injured? Because he was a Prinny? Jeez, he just couldn't get any respect.
Although, who needed respect when he had opportunity?
He removed his knives from his fanny pack as quietly as he could - this was either going to work or fail spectacularly, and he was sure hoping for the former. Well, this was it. He backed up to the far edge of the box, then threw himself against its front edge, flipping the box over and sending the books atop it flying. Taking advantage of his forward momentum, he sprinted across the room towards Larxene, knives aimed at her knee. If she couldn't walk, then his escape would just be that much easier.
Larxene heard the clatter and spun around, but not fast enough to avoid the attack entirely. She hissed as the knife dug into flesh, and there was an audible crackle as electricity jolted from her in her fury. How dare such a pathetic creature attack her? She drew a kunai, charged with electricity, and whipped it at the prinny.
She would not allow him to simply walk out of here, not after he had dared injure her.
Keesling was surprised that he'd managed to get his knives into Larxene at all. Somehow, though, he hadn't been expecting her to react so quickly.
The electricity jolted up his knives, making him jump backwards and leaving him completely unprepared for the kunai. It hit him square in the stomach and threw him backwards, screaming as his small body jerked with spasms caused by the electric shock, his knives clattering to the floor.
He finally got enough of a grip on himself to scramble to his feet, heading for the door. He had to get away and he had to do it now.
Larxene was the lady of lightning for more reasons than her control of electricity. In the blink of an eye she had not warped but ran to the door, stopping in front of it to block the only exit. Her injury was a minor one; she had sustained much worse. She aimed another charged kunai at him, and this time opened a portal behind him. Hopefully he would be knocked through it--and pinned to the wall of the dome, next to the Muspelheim gate.
Keesling stopped short, skidding a bit on the floor as Larxene just suddenly appeared in front of the door. How had she done that? He'd stabbed her leg! She was just acting like nothing had happened?
It seemed it was Larxene's plans and not Keesling's that were working today, as his surprise gave ample time for the kunai to hit home, the blade tearing another hole through his left flipper and the electricity throwing him through darkness and against something hard. He tried to move and cried out as he found out that he was once again staked to a wall with a knife, so high up he had to stand on his tippytoes just to keep from ripping the blade completely through his flipper. There was no way he could reach it to pull it out himself.
He took a deep breath, trying to find his wits through the pain, and yelled for help, calling to a line of yellow-haired people who moved forward as though he simply weren't there.
Larxene stepped gingerly through the portal--her leg hurt, dammit--and smirked. Grabbing for his free flipper, she took a second kunai and jammed it through to pin it to the wall, hard. And then she aimed two more for those stubs he called legs.
"Watch who you stab, prinny," she said, and spat the last word like an insult.
Keesling's eyes widened in sheer terror as Larxene stepped through the portal in front of him. Why couldn't she just leave him alone! He cried out again and again as she pinned all four of his limbs to the wall, then tried to catch his breath - to not break down completely - as she spoke. He never broke eye contact, though, never looked away. He was a Prinny, and he was a vassal of the Overlord. If all else failed, at least he could keep that little bit of pride for himself.
Larxene matched the prinny's gaze; perhaps he was a bit tougher than she thought. She would just have to teach him his place. He was a pathetic vassal for a worthless Overlord; he'd do best to keep his eyes on the ground.
So she stabbed again. In the stomach. And again and again and again, until the kunai--which, of course, she could call up an endless stream of if she wanted--formed a perfect heart in his chest. Again she stepped back to admire her work. She laughed, turned, stepped back into the portal.
"Ta~" she said, and she was gone.
Keesling needn't have worried about losing what little pride he had left. After all, he couldn't even draw breath as he was stabbed once, and again, and again and again and again and again until he lost count and just waited, waited for it to stop. There was no chance of him screaming.
Finally the stabbing stopped, leaving him with a dull, near overwhelming ache and the strange feeling of nearly a dozen kunai lodged in his body. Hearing laughter, he looked up, straight at Larxene, and watched her leave (if only just to make sure she was really gone).
She was.
He stayed silent, focused solely on staying where he was, on not letting the kunai rip his flippers any more than they already had. Maybe if he didn't think about it it wouldn't hurt so much.